"The hymn of civilization is a hymn of courage. I appreciate your courage, but you made a wrong judgment!"
On the deck of the fast-flying demon-forbidden ship, Prophet Velen sighed in pain: "I have suggested many times that you should not fight the undead in the wild. Their numerical advantage is beyond your imagination! Holding on to Stormwind City is
The only possible way to win, but you still made such a choice..."
The prophet shook his head:
"And you have paid the price now."
At the porthole of the forbidden demon ship, King Varian, who was wearing armor, looked at the defeated battle below and the soldiers being chased by the undead. He clenched his fists in pain, while the human emperor Lothar stood
On the other hand, he reached out and patted the young king on the shoulder.
The Draenei spaceship had just sent the last batch of Draenei to their new homeland. After returning to Stormwind City, the prophet heard a desperate news. The nobles of Stormwind City ignored his wishes.
After some persuasion, he resolutely decided to fight against the incoming undead on the battlefield in the East Valley.
The prophet who had seen with his own eyes how the undead used their numerical superiority to kill the demons saw the future of defeat. At the request of Emperor Lothar, who came in an emergency, the Draenei once again launched the spaceship, carrying
Emperors and kings came to observe the battlefield.
At this time, in Donggu, as they expected, the human position had been completely submerged by the combined efforts of the three undead parties.
"Save them, Prophet!"
Varian looked at Velen and pleaded:
"We were wrong, we underestimated the undead, but these soldiers are innocent, even if we open a way for them, please!"
Velen nodded. The fact that he came here proved that the prophet was willing to help mankind. At his signal, the other two spaceships broke away from the trajectory of the demon-forbidden ship and used the newly modified cannons to shoot from the air and pursue them.
The undead, struggling with the harassment of the Death Crow people, opened an escape path for the defeated human army.
The forbidden demon ship continued to move forward and quickly arrived at the front of the battlefield. There were no traces of living people here. Undead were everywhere. The rolling dark tide of undead on the ground was dizzying, but the prophet's
His eyes narrowed at this moment.
Surrounded by the undead, he saw that familiar figure.
"Tyrion! He's here!"
Following the prophet's voice, Lothar and Varian looked at the ground at the same time. There, the King of the Undead stood in the tide of the undead, and on the ground in front of him, a familiar figure was being destroyed bit by bit.
The death energy was entangled, and the fire of holy light on the man was still fighting back, but in the face of more and more death energy, he seemed to be suffocated.
"Bovar!"
Varian drew his weapon and was about to rush towards the portal, but was stopped by Lothar. The human emperor looked at Varian and said to him in a deep voice:
"You can't go! Stay here!"
After saying that, the human emperor drew out the legendary weapon War Destroyer from his back. As the flames jumped, Lothar quickly walked to the teleportation port, while the Prophet followed behind him.
Two blue beams of light appeared on the ground in front of Tyrion. The moment the prophet landed, he held up a shield of holy light. The scorching light instantly burned the surrounding undead to ashes, and Luo
Sa Ze roared angrily, jumped up from the ground, held a burning sword in his hand, and slashed at the body of the King of the Dead.
"clang"
The collision between Apocalypse and War Destroyer made Tyrion take a step back on the battlefield for the first time. The ground under his feet suddenly cracked between the collision of forces, and the magic blade in his hand also buzzed more intensely. It felt
The provocation of the weapon on the other side made Apocalypse almost unbearable.
This is the first time Tyrion has fought against someone who is also holding a legendary weapon. Now it seems that he is not the only one who has been favored by the world.
Compared to the gloomy and cruel Apocalypse, the War Destroyer in Rosa's hands is more arrogant, like an indifferent and passionate warrior who is never afraid of close combat with the enemy.
"boom"
Lothar flicked his wrist, and the burning fire on the sword wrapped around the blade. This made Lothar look like he was wielding a real pillar of fire. The old face of the human emperor could not conceal his blazing fighting spirit.
In those eyes, Tyrion saw utter hatred.
"Oh? Medivh's good friend came to me for revenge."
The Dark Blade King let out a deep laugh. His gaze passed over Lothar and fell on the prophet Velen who looked complicated:
"The Draenei have found a new home. This is really good news, but I'm curious, where would you hide your people? Haha, it'd better not be Northrend..."
Hearing these words, Viren's eyes widened, and Tyrion, who saw this scene, was like a child who had stolen candy, with a truly happy expression on his face:
"Ha, you personally sent your own people to hell...Listen to me, the friends you are about to make are not as "friendly" as me."
"Don't get involved with him! Prophet, take Bolvar and leave!"
Lothar held the War Destroyer with both hands and roared towards Tyrion, who also held onto the weapon. The battle between legendary weapons and legendary warriors caused dangerous energy to escape everywhere. The red warrior fire and darkness
The red energy of death crisscrossed the land, and the War Destroyer gave Lothar new strength, just like the noblest bloodline of mankind had been awakened.
This kind of power allows Lothar to face off against Tyrion, who has been strengthened by dragon blood. The pure power of that kind of warrior is even more destructive.
But a battle of this level cannot be over in a short time. Tyrion held up the dark green shield. He saw Viren walking towards Bolvar quickly, and he let out a short laugh.
"Leave? No, no one can leave today!"
"Velen, old friend, when I found out you were joining the human side, I prepared a... gift for you!"
"Wow"
As Tyrion's voice fell, the magical camouflage in the forest on both sides of the battlefield was torn apart. Behind the Lich Drandon and the Lich Alugal, tall and silent war colossi stood.
The heavy sunlight cannon carried behind them had opened its focusing lens, and golden light fell rapidly from the sky.
The prophet who had seen the power of this weapon with his own eyes narrowed his eyes at this moment. He quickly turned his head and waved his hands crazily towards the Draenei Forbidden Warship in the sky behind him.
"Leave! Leave quickly!"
"Hahaha, the human emperor, the Prophet of Holy Light, will be buried here today!"
Tyrion waved Apocalypse and used a powerful and heavy annihilation to force Lothar back to Velen. At the same time, the death lords hiding in the forest also rushed into the battlefield, holding new battle axes and wearing
Two orcs in new armor surrounded Velen and Lothar from behind.
Luminas and her husband rode the bone dragon down from the sky, and Draenei Lord Yrel walked out of the battle formation behind Tyrion with a complex expression. In the dark forest, Roglio and Serent
Having already picked up the battle bow, the blood mage used magic to lock the two besieged opponents, and now there was only one step left.
Seeing the teleportation light beam of the forbidden demon ship light up again, Tyrion's eyes became angry because the planned space blockade never appeared.
"Khadgar! Where is your space blockade?"
Tyrion's angry voice sounded in the soul of the Archlich, and the next moment, the Archlich's voice responded:
"It's coming!"
"Shua"
The thick space anchors began to quickly wrap around the space around the battlefield amidst the vibrations of cold magic. Under the leadership of Tyrion, the death lords broke out in their most powerful fighting posture and moved towards the surrounded Luo.
Sa and Velen rushed over, but just before their attack arrived, and just before the space anchor completed the blockade, Lothar and Velen's figures disappeared into the blue beam of light.
The sunlight heavy artillery behind the colossus opened fire at this moment, and eight interlaced golden rays of light formed a large net in the air, trapping the swaying demon-forbidden ship in it. At this moment, the gem ship was hit by at least 3 rounds, and its surface
The crystal bulkheads were blasted with cracks, and amid the entanglement of black smoke, the spaceship staggered away from the battlefield.
"madness!"
Seeing a perfect strangulation come to nothing, the Dark Blade King, who was filled with anger, stepped forward, reached out and grabbed the dying Bolvar's neck, and lifted his body towards the direction of the spacecraft.
In An's desperate eyes, Duke Bolvar's heart was pierced by the apocalypse.
It was like a big flag of flesh and blood, hanging on the crescent-shaped blade, swaying in a demonstration gesture.
"You abandoned him!"
Tyrion's gloomy voice resounded through the sky: "Remember this scene! Little king, it was you who abandoned your warriors. When he takes revenge on you... don't think he is cold-blooded!"
The other death lords looked at Tyrion who was rarely furious. Even Luminas, who was always the craziest, quietly hid behind Myra. Everyone felt very disappointed. This ambush could obviously achieve a greater goal.
As a result, it may even be possible to completely defeat the human empire here.
But they failed. A few minutes later, as the light of the portal shattered, the figure of the Archlich appeared next to the Death Lords in a strange atmosphere. Khadgar looked at the others and saw that they had not returned the sheaths in their hands.
weapon, he felt the deadly arrows faintly aimed at him in the forest behind him, and the Archlich knew exactly why.
Surrounded by the death lords, Tyrion sat on a blood-stained stone, with his back to the archlich, wiping the blade of his sword with the ribbon of Lord Bolvar. His voice had never been so cold as now.
"Tell me, Khadgar, this was an accident and not some... selfish intention on your part! Otherwise, I will be... disappointed."
The Archlich nodded calmly. He stretched out his hand. In the shattered space, the comatose Assassin Master Garona Harvard and Olsen, who was locked and bound by runes in the broken space, appeared in front of everyone. When the Archlich raised his hand,
While holding his hand, the death lords also saw the wound on his chest that had begun to fester.
The special poison equipped with the legendary dagger Kingslayer was prepared by Gul'dan himself. The poison of this thing is so powerful that even the undead cannot withstand it.
"It's true that there was a little accident...but I will handle it."
The archlich said softly:
"For my dereliction of duty, I will also use actions to show my loyalty."
"bass"
The Demon Blade Apocalypse was put into the scabbard behind Tyrion, and the Dark Blade King stood up. When he looked back, the indifferent expression on his face was no longer there, replaced by the same gentle smile as before, but there was nothing in those eyes.
Without the slightest smile, he waved his hand, and the death lords quietly dispersed.
The Arch Lich could still feel the hostility of these rebellious lords towards him, and Tyrion walked up to the Arch Lich and reached out to pat him on the shoulder:
"Accidents will always happen, I can understand it, especially if there are some small disputes between you and Ms. Garona... I will not force you to turn her into an undead, but as you said
, since you have made a mistake, you must find a way to make up for it.”
"Three days! I'll give you three days. I want to see Stormwind City burning in the wrath of the Dark Blade, I want to see Wrynn's kingship collapse on this land, I want to see...
That victory should have been in my hands!"
Tyrion looked at the most powerful lich under his command, and he whispered:
"Tell me, Khadgar, tell me with your own lips that this is the last time you will let me down."
Khadgar's silver eyes remained unchanged, and he nodded like a real undead:
"Yes, this is the last time I let you down, Your Majesty! This will never happen again."
"very good."
Tyrion turned around, and a death raven landed next to the Dark Blade King. He waved his hand:
"Just do what you have to do."
After everyone left, Khadgar stretched out his hand and pulled his mage hat. He turned around and looked at the orc assassin bound by the rune lock. A trace of tenderness flashed in his silver eyes, although it was fleeting.
He stretched out his fingers, stroked the unconscious Garona's face, and wiped the blood from her face. The cold frost quickly spread on the assassin master's body. In just an instant, Garona was frozen in the thick
In the ice, she did not die, but her life activities were undoubtedly suppressed to the lowest point.
"This way, you won't cause me any more trouble..."
At Khadgar's soft groan, the portal opened again, and he turned around and walked into it.
There is no time to rest. He will be very busy in the next few days.
