The twisted sharp blade like the moon of the apocalypse blocked the sword that was chopped off by the paladin. Dark red light burst out from the other hand of the death knight, grabbing the paladin passing by like a ghost claw and grabbing him from his horse.
Come down and hit the ground.
He stepped on the paladin's abdomen with his cold, frost-covered boots. With a flip of his wrist, the sharp magic blade pierced the paladin's heart.
He looked at those eyes full of hatred and shook his head:
"You were the ones who provoked me first, so don't act like a kid being bullied..."
"Ahhhhh"
The dying paladin let out a howl of pain. All the blood in his body was drawn out from the wound under the control of Sarain. It was like a moving blood shield, suspended around Tyrion's body, blocking him.
The furious paladins around him attacked again and again.
"It's like playing a game with a bunch of kids."
The Dark Blade King kicked the dead bones away from his feet, shook the magic sword in his hand, and said to Danaus Trollbane, who was riding a horse towards him in front of him:
"It is very boring to take time to learn some magic spells from mages, but it is very useful. During this time, I also learned some new tricks...such as this!"
As he spoke, Tyrion took a deep breath, as if he was sucking all the surrounding air into his lungs.
The frost and death energy wrapped around him quickly gathered in the air behind his head. The moment Danas rushed over, a huge frost dragon reorganized by death energy was suspended above the Dark Blade King.
Behind him, the moment he exhaled, this lifelike giant frost dragon also roared and rushed forward.
The white frost storm visible to the naked eye spurted out from the mouth of the frost dragon, shrouding all the beings in front of it in the cold death, as if clearing a path covered with ice for the noble Dark Blade King.
The same way.
When the death energy dissipated, Tyrion raised his head and looked at his masterpiece with satisfaction.
In front of him, the lively Paladins, together with their horses, were frozen on a wide frost path. They were not dead yet, but the extreme low temperature and the ice wrapped around their bodies caused them to temporarily lose the ability to move.
ability.
"Bang"
The Dark Blade King swung his sword and chopped the ice closest to him, along with the sealed Paladin inside... The blood did not splash out. In this extreme low temperature, the blood was also
Frozen into crystal clear blood flowers.
"This move is modeled after the magic of the Archmage... Dragon's Breath. I like the magic model of this spell very much, so I made some small "modifications"."
Tyrion knocked on the ice cube at hand, with an undisguised malicious smile on his face, and said to Danaus Trollbane, who was frozen in a block of ice in front of him:
"For an excellent warrior like you, this move is not fatal, but I have strengthened the control of the death energy. It will take about 5 seconds for you to break free from this ice block. Guess, what can I do in 5 seconds?"
What?"
"Bang"
As he spoke, a piece of ice was chopped into pieces by Apocalypse. The ice shattered around Tyrion like glass. The frozen paladin's head rolled down to the feet of the Dark Blade King and was kicked away by him.
Danas watched this scene helplessly. He saw Tyrion's malicious smile. He watched him walk towards another ice block with his sword. He gritted his teeth and drove the power in his body crazily.
The ice cubes around him made a low crackling sound, and cracks like black spider webs spread rapidly on the surface of the ice cubes.
"Bang"
Cold ice spikes flew in all directions like exploding gravel, and even his eyebrows and beard were frozen together. Danas's body trembled, and the severe cold penetrated his skin into his flesh, but
Can't stop his hatred.
"Stop! Stop!"
The general roared angrily and staggered towards Tyrion's back. He raised his heavy sword and looked fiercely at the Dark Blade King. The moment the sword fell, Tyrion turned around and stretched out his hand.
He accurately grasped the sharp sword blade. The blade collided and rubbed with his gauntlet, sparks jumped out, but in the end it was firmly fixed between Tyrion's fingers.
His ice-blue eyes stared at the panting Danath Trollbane in front of him, and he asked softly:
"You just never learn to give up, right?"
"I! I won't give up!"
Danas let go of the heavy sword, grabbed the dagger at his waist and stabbed Tyrion in front of him. The latter did not dodge and let the dagger hit his armor. It was made of rare elemental steel.
At this moment, the armor showed excellent defense. Amidst the flying sparks, the dagger left a deep scratch on the armor, which represented Danas's angry counterattack, but it could not hurt him.
Even one point for Tyrion.
"I appreciate your efforts and your determination. Just like when we first met, I knew you were a true warrior. I like warriors!"
The ferocious death energy surged out of Tyrion's body, locking Danas in front of him. He reached out and took the curled dagger out of the general's hand and threw it aside. He looked at Danas seriously.
Speaking of:
"If it were on another occasion, at another time, such as when I was still alive, maybe we would have become very good friends. Unfortunately, you came to the wrong place."
"I will never be friends with a guy like you at any time!"
Danas struggled crazily in the dark red energy shackles, like a violent beast in a cage. His eyes were bloodshot, and he roared crazily:
"People like you, who act recklessly, start wars without any reason, and come to destroy the good things that good people and innocent people have insisted on possessing for a long time, you are the real evil! You are a real madman!
Did those people offend you? Those people you killed! Do they have any grudge against you?"
This angry question did not make Tyrion stop what he was doing. In Danas' desperate and crazy roar, he beheaded the last frozen paladin with his own hands. Then he turned around and saw that he was about to lose his mind.
's general.
"I'm tired of telling other people about my mission over and over again, but you're right about one thing, do I hate you? I hate..."
"I hate your senseless arrogance and ridiculing ignorance!"
Tyrion leaned down, reached out and pulled off Danaus' helmet, threw it aside, grabbed his hair, and said in his ear in a hoarse voice:
"Why are you here? Do you want to stop me? Do you want to defeat me? You and your emperor... You may think that being full of courage will allow you to defeat me, but in my opinion, maybe what you really need
The thing is a banana, because everything you are doing here, everything you are doing to defeat me, seems to me like a monkey trick."
"Look at how many people you brought! Do you really think you can defeat me with such a small number of people? A general, a great knight, a warrior, and some dwarves who can't even protect themselves. This makes me think you are laughing at me.
I."
Tyrion grabbed Danas's hair, dragged his body, and walked step by step towards the collapsed wall of the Fortress of the Undead. His voice rang in Danas's ears:
"It hurts, right? Don't worry, after pain comes fear, they always follow... Actually, I didn't plan to go to war in Khaz Modan, because the dwarves were very useful to me, but I realized something
The question is, Danas, you and your emperor, you and your kings, maybe you still don’t understand why I’m here.”
"They may think that the undead are similar to the original orcs. Destroying a Kingdom of Stormwind doesn't seem to make you truly and clearly aware of the approaching threat, so I plan to use the lives of you and your soldiers to fight against the enemy again."
Your empire sends a message."
"bass"
The blade of Apocalypse was pressed against the neck of General Danas. Tyrion kicked the general in the crook of the leg, forcing him to half kneel on the collapsed city wall. He used the blade to lift Danas' head.
, forcing him to look in the direction of Ironforge, the Dark Blade King whispered:
"I want to remind them that if they don't unite and use all their strength to try to stop me, they may never have a chance to unite... You see, I also want to help your empire, just like you, different
Yes, the noise I made may be a bit big."
"boom"
As Danas watched in despair and shock, the dwarf city halfway up the snowy mountain in the distance erupted with a loud noise like an earthquake. With the naked eye, you could see billowing black smoke rising from the gate of Ironforge and hovering in the air.
It's like a big black flag waving.
"Ahem..."
Danas felt a force grabbing his throat, a feeling he had never felt in his decades of military service. He was unfamiliar with this feeling, and he hated it, but at this moment, among the dwarves
At the moment when the undead army on the battlefield was about to be defeated, he saw with his own eyes that the last reason for the dwarves to fight had completely disappeared. He saw that the dwarves who had an absolute advantage on the battlefield suddenly became confused, lost their souls, and became completely helpless.
No fighting spirit.
He didn't know if all this was deliberately arranged by Tyrion, but he felt a tremor from his heart, which was the smell of fear... All of this, everything they did, this battle, was nothing.
Meaning, because the outcome was already decided before the war started.
"You're scared, I can feel it."
Tyrion's calm voice sounded behind Danas, and the cold blade slid on General Danas' neck. The Dark Blade King whispered:
"Very good, I also hope your king and emperor can feel this fear... Fear is a good thing, it can make cowards burst out with strength."
"you!"
Danas turned around sharply at this moment, not caring about the wound on his neck made by the sword blade. Amidst the dripping blood, he stared at Tyrion, and in a hoarse voice, he asked:
"What do you want? Answer me!"
Tyrion looked down at him and said calmly:
"Didn't I say that? You see, I am a very simple person. I just want you to unite...and then be defeated by me, and finally join our cause willingly."
This answer made Danaus Trollbane stunned for a moment, but after a moment, he shook his head with a relieved smile on his face:
"You know what? Your sense of right and wrong is really twisted, my friend."
A smile also appeared on Tyrion's face, and he nodded:
"Yes, I know, you are not the first to say that."
"Shua"
Apocalypse cut through the throat, and the sharp blade did not cause Danas to feel much pain. Before he died, a cold palm was pressed against Danas' shoulder, accompanied by that cold power.
Seeping into his body, at the moment when his soul was gradually lost in the darkness, he heard a gentle voice.
"Now, Danath Trollbane, my favorite general, welcome to join the Dark Blade..."
Seeing Danaus Trollbane's body being wrapped in dark red death energy, Tyrion nodded with satisfaction, as if he had completed a masterpiece, and he put Apocalypse back into the scabbard on his back.
Standing on the collapsed city wall, he could clearly see the battlefield. The dwarves who had the upper hand just now had abandoned their easy victory. Amid the roar of the officers, they quickly retreated with the steam tanks and headed towards
Retreat in the direction of Ironforge.
Obviously, they also realized that in this crazy "switching home" strategy, while they were making great progress, they had fallen into the despicable trap of the undead.
If Ironforge falls into the hands of the undead, what's the point even if they wipe out all the undead here?
But the battlefield is like this. The defeat of one side is an opportunity for the other side. Although the lower-level knights and high-level knights suffered heavy casualties, under the command of Tyrion's direct will, the scattered undead infantry on the battlefield were once again integrated.
They counterattacked towards the human and elven legions that had lost support on both sides of the battlefield.
Judging from their numbers and equipment, their victory... no, the hope of leaving this snowy mountain of death alive is very slim.
The battle of chasing death and chasing the north did not arouse the interest of the Dark Blade King at all. After regaining control of the battlefield, he turned back, calmly looked at a corner in the cold ruins behind him, and said softly:
"How long do you want to watch there?"
"Are you going to come out on your own, or should I "invite" you to come out?"
There will be a limited exemption today, and there will be more updates after the limited exemption ends, probably around ten updates~ Please tell each other~
