The Whispering Port, which has been devastated by fire and disaster, has turned into a ruins. The civilians stranded in this city saw the hope of escape in the dozens of blue light beams that penetrated the sky and the earth deep in the sea. It seemed to be such despair.
The last remaining footnotes in a night can always guide the weak people on the way forward in the long night.
The appearance of the light pillar also filled the hearts of the soldiers on the frontal battlefield, filled with heroism and cruelty, with courage again. The warriors would not be afraid of the enemy's strength. The only worry in their hearts was that they would not be able to survive after sacrificing themselves.
The people behind you.
Every soldier who can appear on this battlefield already has the belief to die here, because the cowards...those cowards have already died in the previous war.
Facing the indifferent undead rushing out of the night from all directions, and facing the dark blade warriors rushing out in droves, in the last battle in the northern border, the light of victory has dimmed, and the goddess of luck is not on their side, but...
Even so, no one put down the weapons they were holding. When they raised their heads in the night and looked around, their ears were filled with the shouts of warriors, their eyes were shining with the blood of martyrs, and their hearts were echoing.
Yes, it is an endless roar.
Under such circumstances, how could they stop moving forward?
What's more, the noble one, the emperor of the empire is standing in front of them, like a city wall that will never collapse. He is fighting for the future of civilization, and he will die for the survival of civilization. Even the leader is there.
How can our followers, who are fighting endlessly in such a desperate situation and enveloped by a sense of mission, fall behind?
"The Draenei are coming... Warriors of the Empire, our allies are coming!"
Lothar's hoarse and high-pitched roar overwhelmed the din of the battlefield at this moment. During the herald's transmission, the emperor's voice spread to every corner of the battlefield lit by explosions and flames.
"We have no way out, but the Empire will never fight alone! Warriors, hold on!"
Shouting a war cry to boost morale, the emperor staggered forward, holding the sharp legendary war sword War Destroyer in both hands. This brass long sword like a double-edged key made several deflections in the air.
In the burst of power fire, the orc death lord who was confronting the human emperor was repelled several steps.
Grokush's figure kept shaking on the battlefield before he stopped retreating. He glanced at the battle ax in his hand. This fine battle ax forged by the black iron master had been chopped out by the War Destroyer.
The cracks with uneven layers are obviously no longer usable.
"Pooh"
The former Blackhand Chief spat rudely on the ground, threw aside the curled battle ax in his hand, grabbed a heavy war hammer, and waved his fingers, a layer of dark red, bone-chilling death energy spread out.
Wrapped around the weapon, he beat his chest crazily like a real orc. With his brutal eyes shining, the Death Lord once again rushed towards the human emperor like a savage beast.
But to be honest, Grokush himself knew very well that he was probably no match for Lothar.
The original color of the human emperor's armor can no longer be seen. It is covered with the cold blood of the undead. Beside the emperor is a circle of remains of high-level knights who were hacked to death. Outside of the emperor's armor, there is something like
The fire of anger that burned like a raging flame seemed to be real. The bloodline of the Barbarian King not only brought Lothar endless endurance, but also the flame that was symbiotic with the legendary weapon.
This is probably the first time in history that warriors who appear to be simple and unpretentious as a whole have realized the power of anger. Lothar is a top warrior. He fights with the power of anger, especially in protecting people and civilization.
Recruited by a strong sense of mission, every blow Lothar struck was full of lethality. Those opponents who were weaker than him could easily be killed instantly in the first blow of the battle.
This is a dangerous enemy, but it is also an opponent that Dark Blade must eliminate. As long as Lothar is still there, the human empire will never fall. This human emperor, in the midst of successive disasters, has used his steel-hard will and
The image of loving the people like a son has truly become the embodiment of the empire... and even the embodiment of human civilization.
"哐"
Amidst Grokush's roar, the warhammer in his hand slammed down crazily. The furious blow was accurately blocked by Lothar with his war sword. Then, with the flip of his wrist, he moved the warhammer carrying the huge force towards
On the ground, the emperor's body deflected outward at the same time, trying to avoid Grokush's fist, but the distance between the two was too close, and the cold punch finally hit his chest.
"Pa"
The ground under Lothar's feet exploded, causing his body to take a step back and stand firmly again. In front of him, Grokush threw away his war hammer and rushed over with his bare hands. His left hand was still touched by the surface of Lothar's body.
The fire of anger was ignited, but to the Death Lord, this pain was simply not worth mentioning.
"You're good at fighting, orc!"
Lothar's long sword was stuck on the ground. He stepped forward without fear. He crossed his left arm and struck with his right fist. The two powerful creatures were like fighting gladiators. The emperor stared in front of him.
The death lord, between punches, he said in a deep voice:
"But it's a pity that I still have an unfinished mission. I can't..."
"Fall here!"
Lothar roared out the last half of the sentence. At the same time, he waved his fist from top to bottom. The flame wrapped around his arm was like a living angry dragon.
The Dragon Fist defeated all of Grokush's defenses. The fist hit the orc lord's chin and knocked Grokush's helmet into the air.
The orc's heavy body was lifted from the ground and lifted feebly into the air. His green eyes still shone with a touch of shock and unwillingness... He could feel that Lothar had once again broken through himself at that moment just now.
The shackles of strength.
But... how is this possible?
He is just an ordinary human being, how can his power increase like this with no end and craziness?
"哐"
Grokush's thoughts were interrupted by another heavy punch from Lothar. The armor on the Death Lord's chest was cracked by Lothar's huge punch, and his body seemed to be launched.
Like a cannonball, it roared into the front where the two armies were fighting, knocking several high-level knights who were caught off guard to the ground.
The emperor's bravery made the surrounding soldiers cheer in unison. They followed the emperor who once again grasped the sword and roared to drive the death knights and undead infantry out of the position.
"Ahem..."
Grokush covered his chest and got up from the ground. The Death Lord could feel that a hot breath was destroying the internal structure of his body. He had lost the ability to continue fighting, but he was still unwilling to admit defeat just like that.
.
"Your Majesty's will will be realized!"
The orc death knight's green eyes were as bloodshot as those of a living person, and wild death energy burst out from his body, driving the soldiers who were rushing back. He stood there tremblingly, staring intently.
Looking at Lothar who was approaching, he whispered:
"Your persistence is meaningless. Emperor of mankind, you can't change the world! You can't change the destiny in front of you..."
"I didn't come here to change fate...orcs."
Lothar nodded slightly to Grokush. Under the gaze of the surrounding soldiers, he raised his sword:
"I just don't want to give in to him, I'm just doing what I think is right..."
"Wow"
The sword soaked in flames howled and chopped down. Grokush gritted his teeth. He closed his eyes and waited for another death to come. He did not feel shame. He could not be defeated by someone like Lothar.
It's a shame.
The only regret is that he may not be able to see the future for which he has devoted everything.
"clang"
A dull sound suddenly resounded through the battlefield. Grokush opened his eyes and saw a trembling black heavy sword inserted in front of his eyes. There was a strange gap behind the thick long sword, which was made of dark energy.
The sphere swayed endlessly in that depression.
It was this sword that blocked Lothar's final blow and saved the Death Lord from an eternally silent future.
"Heh...he's here."
Grokush staggered back, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and looked at Lothar:
"He's here to see you off..."
Lothar's expression became extremely serious at this moment. Obviously, he already knew who was coming.
"Go and rest."
A gentle voice sounded in Grokush's ears, and a cold gauntlet was placed on his shoulder. Behind Grokush, among the darkness, Terry was wearing the Dark Dragon armor.
Ang strolled out, and the swaying dark halo floated behind him, reorganizing into various weird lines in the air, like wings of light with no visible outline.
"You have done a good job, leave the rest to me."
"As you command, Your Majesty."
Grokush turned around and left without any hesitation. At the moment when his figure was swallowed up by the veil of darkness, Tyrion also stretched out his hand. In the jump of dark red light, the Ashbringer inserted into the ground jumped into his hand.
, an illusory sword shadow swayed in the air.
"bass"
The sharp blade cut through the air and let out a long, sharp cry. Tyrion's ice-blue eyes fell on Lothar, who was waiting for him. Then he jumped over the emperor's body and looked at the soldiers around him who were watching eagerly.
He saw the anger on the faces of those soldiers, the fearlessness and courage to risk their lives, and the will to fight to the death, which made him very satisfied.
"You trained them well, Lothar."
"You sent the most courageous warrior of human civilization to me..."
The broad black cloak behind the Dark Blade King floated away at this moment, and his body seemed to have changed its form. From his boots upwards, his body quickly dissipated, and his ice-blue eyes also disappeared.
This moment turned into a strange and ominous black.
"Then, I'll accept it..."
"Wow"
Just like a counterattack against the Archlich, Tyrion's "Wail of the Banshee" changed even more completely this time.
His hands were clasped into claws, and his whole body rushed into the sky as if he had lost gravity. His body quickly atomized, and not only his soul, but also the black mist that filled the space as the black smoke-like halo dissipated.
The surrounding temperature dropped by at least 20° in an instant. As if he had lost his physical form, he rushed towards Lothar and the soldiers behind him like a bird flying through the sky.
"Defense! Defense!"
The emperor held the War Destroyer sword with both hands. The flames on his body expanded rapidly at this moment, trying to protect those loyal and brave soldiers. However, in Tyrion's cold, low and hoarse scream, those soldiers were shrouded in black mist.
, the power that directly acts on the soul easily crushes their will.
In the dim night, those brave warriors could not even utter their last sobs. They fell to the battlefield one after another like puppets that had lost their souls.
The scene was like the god of death wielding a scythe. In less than a second, all living creatures within a radius of 500 meters with Lothar as the center had their souls taken away by this cruel and terrifying trick.
The expressions of the dead were frozen, there was no emotion left in their eyes, and there were no fatal injuries on their bodies. It was as if their living souls had left their bodies quietly.
"monster!"
Lothar's roar and the fiery sword that broke through the darkness hit the black fog in front of him. In the dissipating fog, the sharp War Destroyer hit another solid legendary weapon.
"clang"
Like a low bell ringing, the disembodied black mist suddenly gathered at this moment, reorganizing Tyrion's body in front of Lothar's eyes.
He held the Ashbringer in one hand and held it horizontally in front of him. Flames danced on the blade of the War Destroyer, but the flames were still unable to break through the energy protection around the Shadow Blade.
"If there is no death...the pale life will have no pity."
In Tyrion's other hand, a dim soul stone shone brightly. He turned his head, tilted his head slightly, and looked at the human emperor in front of him, the only living creature within a radius of 500 meters. He put that
He raised the soul stone and asked softly like a chat between friends:
"It's so beautiful... isn't it?"
"Feel sorry..."
Lothar made a hoarse sound like the collision of steel. He took a step back and clenched the sword with both hands. With a roar, the fire of power around him suddenly gathered, and the flames on the War Destroyer's blade reorganized into a sword edge.
Lothar's body also used a huge flaming blade to chop Tyrion's head mercilessly.
"But I can see nothing but your evil..."
"哐"
The icy power also exploded like a bomb explosion at this moment, covering the surrounding battlefields and corpses with frost. Between the collision of fire and ice, a circle of energy aftermath visible to the naked eye roared towards the two people fighting.
Outside the battle circle, tons of soil were thrown away, and lifeless vegetation was blown down.
"Oh, maybe it is not the kind of beauty you are pursuing. It seems that we are not the same people. What a pity..."
King and King, 10 seconds after it started, the final battle entered a real climax...
