The air knights of the two undead war groups have entered every city in Lordaeron from the sky. They are looking for teleportation formations to transport civilians, and fighting against the defenders in the city. The entire once prosperous city was killed by these groups.
It seemed so vulnerable in front of the steel-armed warriors. Fortunately, three-quarters of the civilians in Lordaeron have been transferred to Kul Tiras, but the remaining ones may not be so lucky.
The entire city was in chaos, but compared to the crisis in the court of Lordaeron at this time, the chaos in this city was nothing.
Although there was only one Death Lord who attacked the court of Lordaeron, the chaos and war he caused were more terrifying than the other knights combined. Varok Saurfang, the Dark Blade's military system, originated from the mysterious Tai
Rhion, the most powerful lord under the Dawn Blade, the favor of death for Saurfang is indescribable. Among the entire Dark Blade, only Yrel, who was once the chosen one of the Holy Light, can compare with him.
compared to.
But if we only measure it in terms of combat power, Yrel, who is still a little immature, is no match for Saurfang. This orc was a top warrior during his lifetime, and after his death, his amazing combat talent did not leave him.
He left.
In the square in front of the palace at this time, the crazy spreading ice has turned most of the square into crystal clear. The sea monster resurrected in the form of an undead still has the ability to control water. She is constantly being rushed to
The guards surrounded her, but her ghost body allowed her to almost ignore the swords that the soldiers slashed at her. On the contrary, every time she waved the trident, more water flow was transformed into ice thorns.
Wherever the Ghost Siren, summoned by the Death Lord, goes, those brave but weak soldiers will be pierced by ice spikes bursting from the ground, or even more terrifying, directly frozen in the deadly ice.
Just like Yrel, who was resurrected by Tyrion himself, inherited part of Tyrion's power, the Ghost Siren recruited by Saurfang also inherited part of the Death Lord's power. This made the Ghost Sea, who was already skilled in martial arts,
The demon became more terrifying. Her long tail snaked forward on the ground, and her two arms grabbed the heavy silver trident and danced around. The powerful force caused the body of any enemy who came into contact with this weapon to be torn apart.
The remaining four arms were waving weapons randomly picked up from the ground, such as long swords, shields, and even staffs. Amidst the sharp neighing of the ghost sea monster, the swords were dancing wildly and the frost was splashing. She could easily do it alone.
She withstood the reinforcements of the entire palace. Of course, after the priests and paladins of the Holy Light joined the battlefield, her ghostly body also suffered from the pain of being burned.
However, if classified in an unusual way, Saurfang's death attendant, the ghost siren, can be regarded as an SSR-level summon.
"The Holy Light will... punish you!"
In the deepest part of the frost-covered battlefield, the great knight Uther's hands and jaws had wounds splattered with blood. The brute force of the death lord in front of him was really too strong, and his combat skills were not fancy.
The back-and-forth approach combined with this amazing brute force forced Uther into a bad defensive state for a while.
The great knight used his war hammer to block Saurfang's battle ax with great difficulty. He waved his hand, and a ball of scorching holy light gathered in the air like a war hammer, and hit Saurfang's head from behind, but the Death Lord
As if he felt something, before the light hammer hit him, he turned around and accurately grasped the shining light hammer with his left hand wrapped in dark red death energy.
"Is this the Holy Light you believe in?"
Saurfang smiled. In the widened eyes of the great knight, the holy light that could punish everything gathered, and a strange scream of energy annihilation burst out between the fingers of the death knight. A trace of light burst out from the surface of the light hammer.
The cracks in the thread were finally crushed into scattered feathers of light when Saurfang's fingers closed together, and exploded completely in the air.
The moment Saurfang turned around, the great knight raised a fist, and the holy light gathered in his hand. Like a sun-like blow, it hit Saurfang hard on the chest, knocking the tall death lord off his chest.
The body was forced back several steps.
"哐"
The rocks under Saurfang's feet exploded, forcing his body to stop and retreat. He raised his head, his ice-blue eyes staring at Uther, who was waiting for him. He reached out and patted the clear burning pain on his chest.
With the fist seal, the Death Lord had a strange smile on his face.
"It's nothing more than that..."
"Crazy guy!"
The great knight could not bear the fact that his steadfast faith was defeated in the face of death. The scorching holy light gathered into bright wings behind him. Those rays of light wrapped around the great knight's armor. At this moment, the holy pattern of the combined armor also floated out the true
The entity made the great knight look like an angel of holy light descending into the world.
But the moment he swung his war hammer at Saurfang, a dark red halo wrapped around the Death Lord's body, and the two collided fiercely like violent beasts, directly and directly
The fatal attack splashed out the hottest sparks in the swing of the weapon. The collision of the two energies also easily tore apart the surrounding buildings, the gorgeous columns, the smooth mirror-like stones underfoot, those flags, those royal family members.
The symbols were torn apart like fragile paper in the energy storm.
This scene even made the surrounding warriors who were besieging the ghost sirens couldn't help but turn around. They looked at the two figures wrapped in different haloes, the collision of weapons, fists, legs, and even heads. It was like
They are two beasts trapped in a cage, and now they are fighting to the death. Neither side will stop until one side pierces the fangs into the veins of the other side.
"The palace! It's going to collapse! Run!"
A knight let out a hasty cry. At the moment when the soldiers around the palace fled in all directions, the most iconic palace in the Royal City of Lordaeron was driven crazy by two strong men amid waves of painful groans.
The aftermath of the battle spread, and with the dull sound of the earth shattering, the entire huge palace began to collapse inwards.
This is already a power that ordinary warriors cannot imagine. It is a terrifying lethality that can only be achieved by strong men who have mastered power.
"Bang"
The war hammer in Uther's hand was cut off from the center by the roaring battle axe. The knight's body staggered back among the falling ruins. He rolled on the ground with difficulty, avoiding a falling boulder. He stood up.
, holding the broken weapon tightly, in front of his eyes, Saurfang's armor was mostly melted by the holy light, but the Death Lord just rushed forward without saying a word. The moment he looked up and saw Uther, Saurfang
Farr's eyes narrowed.
In the dusty ruins of the palace, the Death Lord took a deep breath, and a huge and real pale dragon's head shone above his head. Uther felt the gathering of death energy, and he jumped suddenly
To the other side.
"Wow"
A miniature Frost Bone Dragon illusion rushed forward from behind Saurfang. The moment before the Paladin completely avoided it, the ice attack that was enough to freeze everything sealed half of Uther's body in ice.
among the ruins.
"Click"
The frozen ice was shattered, but when Uther turned around, what he saw was a fist that quickly enlarged in front of his eyes.
"Bang"
The great knight's body was pushed back by this straight punch. Saurfang threw down his axe, rushed over like a gladiator, kicked Uther to the ground, and then rode on the Saint
Saurfang's heavy fist hit the knight like a roaring battering ram.
"Bang"
"Your power is not pure! You don't understand it at all!"
"Bang"
"Narrow beliefs have limited your talents!"
"Bang"
"You could have been stronger!"
"Bang"
"You failed it!"
"Bang"
The entire earth was trembling under the death lord's crazy punches, and the great knight Uther, who was attacked by him with his bare hands, was still struggling at first, but after two or three punches, the holy light shield that protected his whole body became unstable.
After getting up, a few seconds later, the knight's resisting fists fell weakly into the ruins. The light on his body became as shaky as a candle under the attack.
"Bang"
Just when Saurfang, who was like a crazy beast, was about to land a fatal punch, a cold war hammer roared and hit his head. The Death Lord swung his fist without looking back, smashing the man behind him.
The incoming war hammer flew away hard, and when it hit the ground, the war hammer had been split into four pieces by the cold force of death.
"Monster! Come at me!"
A shout sounded behind Saurfang, and the weird accent made the Death Lord's raised fist freeze in the air. He slowly turned his head and saw two fully armed young orcs standing with battle axes in hand.
In the square not far behind him.
Garrosh and Dranosh held their weapons nervously. They saw the panoramic view of how the monster defeated the great knight Uther head-on. However, the innate courage of the orcs made them unable to sit back and watch Uther be killed by the undead.
Kill, and the moment the Death Lord wearing the horned battle helmet turned around, the moment he saw those cold eyes, the two young orcs shuddered at the same time.
"Haha, who did I think..."
Saurfang stood up and threw aside the dying Uther. He acted very indifferently, like a truly heartless undead, but the rapidly shaking left hand behind him and the shining light in his ice-blue eyes represented that
Looking at the unquiet thoughts of this Death Lord.
"It turns out that two little brats with weak hands and feet came to pretend to be heroes..."
He saw Dranosh... He recognized the identity of this young orc at a glance. The face that was 70% similar to his, and the way he held the weapon all proved who he was.
Dranosh Saurfang... that was his son! His only concern in this world... But at this moment, father and son met in a way that no one could have imagined.
"Get out! Get out of this city that is bound to fall..."
"I only warn you once!"
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"Kneel down!"
The calm and cold voice of King Terenas echoed in the King's Hall. Suddenly hearing this voice, a trace of confusion flashed in Prince Arthas's eyes. He took a step forward and said to his father:
"Come with me quickly, father! We don't have time..."
"I say! Kneel down! Arthas Menethil!"
The king's scepter hit the ground and made a low sound. Seeing the serious light in his father's eyes, the prince gritted his teeth and knelt on one knee. Behind him, Jaina Proudmoore was wearing a hood.
The young lady looked at the scene in front of her, and she suddenly seemed to understand something. She bit her lip and slowly took a step back.
"My son, on the day you were born, the entire forest of Lordaeron was silently chanting your name."
The old king looked at the cold and heavy scepter in his hand, but it represented the identity and power of the king. He took a deep breath, raised the scepter, and touched Alsace's shoulder. His low and slow voice
As the sound echoed, the surrounding guards also realized that they were watching an extremely important scene, and they all straightened their backs.
"My child, I am proud to watch you grow up day by day and become the embodiment of justice."
"You have to remember that we have always ruled this country with strength and wisdom. I also believe that you will use your powerful power carefully."
The atmosphere in the King's Hall became very solemn at this moment, and as the side door opened, Alsace's sister, Princess Calia Menethil, who rarely appeared in public, walked into the King's Hall holding an ancient crown.
There was a trace of sadness on her face, and at the same time, like her father, her eyes were filled with pride as she watched her brother grow up.
"In this war, we are retreating steadily, but the real victory, my son, the real victory is to inspire the fighting spirit in the hearts of your people under any circumstances."
"Father!"
Alsace raised his head and wanted to say something, but was stopped by the old king's stern gaze. He looked at his son, stretched out his hand, picked up the crown from the princess's hand, and slowly put it on his son's hand.
On top of head.
"The reason why I tell you this is because I have made up my mind that my children, my life, my rule, and my failure will reach the end today, and you..."
"Arthas Menethil, you will be crowned king today!"
