24. The Force of Life (Part 1) --- For the starsfalling brothers [2/7]
"哐"
The thick and sharp Phoenix sword and the golden halberd shining with cold light collided fiercely. Sparks flew everywhere, and the Phoenix guard who was skilled in combat was pushed back a few steps by the huge force of the shock.
The combat boots stepped into a thick mass of blood. The guard subconsciously looked out of the corner of his eyes. Behind him was the body of a fallen comrade.
The light in those eyes has not dissipated, but the breath of life has disappeared from his body.
This sight made the Phoenix Guard in the fierce battle slow down for a moment, but the Ghost Sword Guard opposite him did not stop attacking. The sharp halberd with the style of the Zandalari screamed in the air.
, after a swing, it whizzed towards the Phoenix Guard's neck.
"Bang"
The golden magic flame exploded, like a sharp blade made of magic. In the cold air filled with the smell of blood, it separated the two warring parties. The Phoenix Guard who got a chance to breathe retracted his sword and retreated. He took a hard breath.
Twice, he finally reunited with his remaining companions.
"The sword blade cannot harm these ghosts! Mages, prepare your magic!"
The Sun King's newly appointed guard shouted. Under his command, the spellbreakers in the front row raised their heavy shields, dividing the entire battlefield in the inner hall that was almost covered in blood, and separated those who started behind them.
The mages who chanted offensive magic firmly protected him.
The 1,000 golden swordguards gifted by Bwonsamdi are so powerful that they can fight even the most elite legions in Quel'Thalas. However, these ghostly swordguards have a very fatal flaw, their ghostly bodies.
While making them immune to most physical damage, it also makes their bodies easier to be torn apart by magic.
Although these ghosts will not really die and will return to Tyrion's power in the form of soul power after being dispersed from their bodies, their recovery will take a long time.
This is why Tyrion only uses them as a "surprise force", especially when facing the Quel'Thalas Legion with extremely advanced magical power. 1,000 Golden Sword Guards are not even as useful as 1,000 Death Knights.
At least death knights have strong resistance to magic and physical attacks.
The real usefulness of these ghost sword guards is in large-scale battlefields. They have also proven their abilities in the Arathi Highlands, but now, even in the face of a magic offensive that may kill a third of the sword guards in an instant, Tai
Rayon did not take back these sword guards because, quite simply, he needed time... In other words, he never thought of defeating these elite soldiers of Quel'Thalas head-on in a short time.
He has a more terrifying trump card!
"You! What have you put in the sacred well water?"
The battlefield between the angry and old Sun King Anastarian and the Dark Blade King is getting closer to the Sun Well, which shines with golden light, like a golden beam of light reaching the sky and the earth. The old king is anxious to rush to the innermost part.
In the temple, observe the current situation of the Sunwell, and Tyrion, holding a sharp sword, is like a sculpture, blocking the stairs leading below.
"boom"
The burning magic sword and the magic blade collided three times in a row. The moment the fighting figures of the two sides dispersed, the Sun King raised his left hand, and a huge lava fireball emitting extremely high temperature roared towards Tai.
Ryan's body, but when it came into contact with the dark green light curtain on the King of Dark Blade's body, the high-level flame ball, which was powerful enough to crack mountains and crack rocks, disappeared into the air as calmly as a mud cow entering the sea.
The surface of the anti-magic barrier shone with slight ripples, blocking the attack. Tyrion's ice-blue eyes flashed with a trace of amusement. His left hand waved downwards in the air, and the buzzing magic blade roared.
Cutting open the air in front of him, between the broken stones covered with red carpet under Tyrion's feet, the figure of the Dark Blade King, like a swift shadow, once again pounced on the Sun King, who was filled with defensive magic.
"You want to know? Beat me...and I'll tell you!"
"哐"
The two weapons collided together again, Apocalypse buzzed, but the red mana blade that came into contact with it was very silent. Facing the magic sword that displayed the power of darkness wantonly, the weapon in the Sun King's hand was not afraid at all.
, in the silence, in the swing of its master, the deadly flame edges crisscrossed the body of the Dark Blade King.
The power of legendary weapons can only be resisted by weapons of equal quality. Obviously, the strangely shaped flaming sword in Anastarian's hand is also not ordinary.
"boom"
The sound of the collision of two weapons, one green and one red, resounded throughout the entire gorgeous inner hall staircase. The energy escaping from the battle between the two collided in this small area, easily shattering the solid stones above the stairs.
That kind of power spread to the feet, and a moment later, under Tyrion's deflected annihilation blow, the strongest stone pillar in the inner temple collapsed with a harsh tearing sound.
The entire inner temple seemed to be about to collapse. It was crumbling due to the collision of two tyrannical forces. The dome covered with high elves' historical murals also had horrifying cracks. This building has a history of thousands of years and represents the symbol of Kuai.
The temple of the prosperous civilization of the Erthalas elves seems to be about to collapse in the next moment.
"Tear it apart"
Amidst the groans of the crumbling boulders of the temple, the sound of a tearing robe could not attract the attention of the fiercely fighting warriors, but it represented that after nearly 7 minutes of fighting between the two sides, the balance of victory began to tilt towards Tyrion, who had come from afar.
Already.
The Dark Blade King placed the moon-shaped blade horizontally in front of him. On the sharp blade, a drop of bright red blood was slowly sliding down. In front of his eyes, the old Sun King tried to keep his body straight, but
On the right arm holding the sword, the sleeve of the gorgeous phoenix robe had been silently wiped out by the cold breath. On his arm, there was also a ferocious wound that was slightly frozen.
"You should be grateful that this is a battle on your turf."
When Tyrion turned his wrist, the drop of blood escaped from the blade. Under the influence of the power of Sarain, it floated next to Tyrion. He looked at the Sun King in front of him and said softly:
"The magic power of the Sunwell is protecting you. This powerful magic power makes the flames you throw out more ferocious, and the magic power that protects you is thicker. If we had changed the battlefield...the battle between you and me would have ended five minutes ago."
"But you are old, Anastarian. Time has taken away your conscience, and it has also taken away your strength. Look, you have become weaker..."
Faced with this factual ridicule, the Sun King did not refute. He just looked at the red gauze behind Tyrion that was eroded by the energy of death with a livid face. Behind the luxurious gauze, there was a mellow and mellow gauze.
The magical Sunwell, the golden liquid has been flowing since the ancestor Dath'Rema led his people to migrate here, and has protected the high elves for thousands of years.
But now, the Sun King can feel that under the well water shrouded in golden mist-like magic, there is another kind of power slowly awakening. It is a power that does not belong to Quel'Thalas, full of energy.
A strange vitality.
"You! What did you put into our Sunwell?"
The old Sun King could not sit back and watch this crisis. He took a step forward. At this moment, his old body seemed to have all restrictions removed. The golden magic power visible to the naked eye began to gather towards Anastarian's body.
Just like a water bag being filled with energy, his body slowly levitated from the ground, his long pale hair flying freely in the air behind him, and substantial golden flames were also in the air around his body.
ignite.
A breath as hot as a volcanic crater began to rise in the inner hall. Just a few seconds later, even the air was distorted, making the light on the stairs become weird.
"Answer me! Intruder!"
With both eyes shining with light golden flames, the magic sword in the hand of the Sun King swung forward. The legendary weapon seemed to have awakened under the infusion of a huge amount of magic power. Three beating flaming spheres appeared in the sun.
After the king's death, it was as if the old king had truly entered a "fighting state".
This extreme burst of power must not last long. Looking at the "exploding" Sun King in front of him, the Dark Blade King suddenly raised a dangerous smile on his lips, as if he was becoming interested in the battle in front of him.
"I was extremely angry when I heard that my wife was hurt by evil people, Anastarian, so I brought something from another world... It was a seed."
As he spoke, the figure of the Dark Blade King suddenly disappeared from the spot. The flames wrapped around the Sun King also burst out at the same moment. When the entire inner hall was ignited by the golden flames, the black shadow was as cold as ice.
The sharp blade cut through the ring of flames in front of the Sun King without fear, and the cold death energy that exploded in a more domineering manner forced the flames out of every inch of the air.
Between the extreme freezing and the earthquake, the road leading to the Sunwell was blocked by layers of thick ice.
"That is a seed that can reshape the ecological environment of Quel'Thalas in an instant..."
Tyrion's figure hit the ground. The stairs under his feet were broken. He raised his head and looked at the angry Sun King in the sky with a grin. The buzzing magic blade was switched to the other hand.
Under his gaze, a strange-looking long sword with a dark aura appeared in Tyrion's free hand.
That sword is better called a rough machete than a sword, but what is striking is that at the top of the thick blade, in the weird depression, is a dark crystal that has been polished into a round shape.
It is slowly suspended there, as if it has its own life. Every time it inhales, the dark aura wrapped around the knife becomes stronger.
"Besides that, I'm here for it...shh, this is a secret that shouldn't be revealed at this time."
Tyrion, who wielded double blades, twisted his neck. Amidst the crisp sound of bones colliding, he was like a child sharing a secret, his eyes full of cold killing intent:
"It's not finished yet. To be precise, it's just a sword embryo, but my forger told me that if it can be soaked with more magic at this stage, when it is truly formed, the dark power will burst out.
, will completely subvert this continent for me..."
"I can only tell you, Sun King, your country is finished, but no one will know who destroyed it... Besides, it has a nice name..."
"Shua"
Tyrion's figure jumped into the air. Under him, the hall floor made of solid stones was completely torn apart in this extreme collision of force. The Dark Blade King's speed was extremely fast, as if he was blasting from the ground.
After the cannonball was released, the Sun King flipped his wrist, and more than a dozen hot flaming blades slammed into the attacker. With the fingers of his other hand twitching, terrifying flaming magic was released one after another.
The moment the two people collided, the staircase passage was like a blazing hell.
But the curtain of hell could not block the darkness rushing out of the abyss. In the midst of the bone-chilling ice storm, Tyrion appeared in front of Anastarian, with several lights burning on his body.
The hot golden flames, even the surface of the solid armor, began to melt, but there was no pain at all on his face, there was just a touch of joy of fighting and a touch of madness to release his emotions.
"I call it... Ashbringer..."
"Kacha"
The three weapons collided together at this moment. As the two figures retreated outwards in the explosion of flames and ice, a sound of stones being broken, like the sound of plants tearing apart the earth, appeared in their ears.
Tyrion turned around, and beyond the crystal clear ice, he saw... the golden magic well water spreading out, covered with weird golden runes, this moment was terrifying.
