Tyrion never thought of placing the battlefield where the war ended in Northrend, on the land of Dragonblight.
This is not a good battlefield. The climate here is cold and everywhere is covered with snow that has accumulated for millions of years. No one knows what is under the snow. Moreover, there are many ferocious mammoths and their beasts wandering on this plain.
Among the kobold followers, of course, the most important thing is the Wyrmrest Temple that stands in the center of Dragonblight, where the headquarters and holy land of the five-color dragon army are located.
Although he is not afraid of giant dragons, it is undoubtedly unwise to start a war with them on their home ground, and according to the information Tyrion received, the red dragon queen who was "sinned" by him seems to be at this time.
Resting in the Dragon Sleeping Temple, facing the rough-skinned and fleshy crazy female dragon without the Dragon Soul, the Noble Phantasm of Fighting against Dragons, is not a pleasant thing.
He came to Northrend on this trip because he had important things to do. He came to teach the intrusive human king a lesson. He just did it casually. Seeing the reinforcements from Arthas arriving, Lord Darkblade knew that this scene was about to happen.
It's time to end.
He promised Lothar that he would give the Human Empire time to recuperate, so he would not break his promise at this time. Similarly, the test for the War Destroyer has also ended. Although it is a pity, Arthas now,
He really doesn't have the ability to wield this imperial sword.
He is still too immature.
But before exiting, the big lord doesn't mind having a good... play with these "pioneering pioneers".
The Grand Vindicator Maraad and the Nerubian Priest Kirix are the two most powerful people in this group. Compared to the Nerubian Priest who is better at fighting at the spiritual level, the Grand Vindicator has become the leader of this small team.
As the main attacker of the team, only the sacred shield he wears all over his body can protect his body from being eroded by the icy storm surrounding Tyrion.
While Maraad and the Great Demon King Tyrion were fighting head-on, the other members stood on the outside and used an endless stream of spells to support the Great Defender. It was obvious that the elite soldiers who came here all had good skills.
The long-range attack skills are not without the power to counterattack when facing the Dark Blade Lord who has opened the frost field.
"O elements! Hear my call!"
Thrall, wearing the iconic bone armor of the orc shaman, raised the war hammer in his hand and merged his will with the power of the elements surrounding him. The next moment, a dazzling thunder and lightning fell from the sky, and the gloomy clouds entangled in the sky.
Underneath, the dazzling white light made Thrall look like the God of Thunder had come to the world.
His whole body seemed to be wrapped in a layer of lightning armor. As Thrall shouted, the war hammer in his hand seemed to be waving with the power of ten thousand hectares, pointing with difficulty at the enemy blocked by the great defense officer.
High Lord Tyrion.
"Shua"
The lightning trident that danced in the air like sparks from a silver tree pierced the air, bringing up the stench of burning, and hit the dark green light shield outside the great lord's body with extremely lethal force. The thick layer of
The anti-magic shield suffered this blow, but it only left invisible ripples on the surface, and it failed to even hinder Tyrion's actions.
Next to Thrall, under the protection of the tauren Bane who is holding a heavy weapon and a heavy shield, the trainee shadow hunter Vol'jin is squatting on the ground, using a set of simple and compact totems to draw a special voodoo circle.
Behind Jin, one could vaguely see the fleeting twisted shadows, like some kind of powerful ghost, observing the battlefield in front of him through Wo Jin's vision.
"Interfer with him! Thrall, contain him!"
Vol'jin's shout echoed in the air:
"Soon! Right now... give me a few more minutes!"
On the outskirts of the battlefield where the Grand Advocate and Tyrion were fighting, the Archmage Modera held a black wand. As she flicked her fingers, bright starlight shot out from the wand. Due to the rhythm of Tyrion's body,
The ghosts that were constantly growing in the air were "erased" by the death energy. Behind her, Jaina and a Draenei priest were half-kneeling on the ground, nervously treating Alsace, who was seriously injured.
"Don't scare me, Assass, don't sleep, open your eyes! Look at me! Bastard, look at me!"
Jaina held the young king who was breathing weakly. As she called, the light in Arthas's eyes became dim. This was a bad sign, but under the treatment of the taciturn Delaney priest, the young king
The king's scarred body was still recovering bit by bit, but it was just barely out of the desperate situation.
"Anna! Stand up!"
Archmage Modera, who was waving her wand to kill the ghosts that kept breeding, shouted sharply:
"Now is not the time for family affection! The warriors on the battlefield need your strength! Hurry!"
And the moment the Archmage finished speaking, the balance of the frontal battlefield was also broken at this moment.
"Bang"
The dark sword shadow of the Ashbringer danced, and the Great Vindicator wielding the warhammer seemed to be in a storm of swords. The bright holy shield wrapped around his body became dim after holding on for several minutes.
It was as if it could break at any time, which made Maraad more and more frightened. The Holy Shield was the ultimate defense for the draenei defenders against the realization of the Holy Light. On the battlefield, it could even resist the monstrous waves set off by the Balrog head-on.
Flames, but even with such a powerful defense, it still cannot stop the supreme sharp blade of Lord Dark Blade.
When he was in the world of Draenor, Maraad had dealt with the leader of the Dark Blade Legion. Although he was very powerful at that time, he was not invincible. But now, in just a few years,
Tyrion's strength has expanded to a frightening level, and it is very difficult for the Grand Vindicator to fight.
This is despite the fact that the Nerubian Dismantler continues to hinder Tyrion's actions with a web of mental power.
"Honestly, it makes me feel a little bored."
"Let's move to phase two."
The monstrous sword shadow suddenly disappeared at this moment, and Tyrion, who revealed his figure, slashed with his sword. The sacred shield around Maraad shattered. In the midst of the dim feathers of light, Tyrion's other body was revealed.
A fist struck Maraad's shoulder with the power of a dragon. The strong armor dotted with purple gems seemed to be frozen by ice in an instant, and then in less than a tenth of a second
Explodes like crumbs.
The body of the Grand Vindicator staggered back, and he was thinking about what Tyrion meant by "the second stage"?
The next moment, with the unique light shining in Lord Darkblade's eyes, the Ashbringer in his hands suddenly clenched backwards, and then with Tyrion's deep voice, it stabbed fiercely into the frozen soil under his feet.
"Fighters of the Frozen Waste! In the name of the Dark Blade... stand up!"
"boom"
The black energy as huge as a waterfall, crushed by Tyrion's will, fiercely rushed into the ground beneath everyone's feet. The glacier trembled in such a powerful collision, and amidst the sound of the ice breaking,
The ghosts that had been buried here for the past tens of millions of years were awakened, and were captured in an instant by Tyrion's huge and majestic soul.
"Click"
Behind the team that came to rescue Alsace, amid the falling snow, a huge mammoth with only its white bones crawled out of the glacier roaring, its bones covered with ice.
, after losing flesh and blood, this skeleton became more permeable, and after being injected with death energy, it became more dangerous than when it was alive.
"哐"
The white-bone mammoth raised its elephant-like front hooves in a silent roar, and hit the back of the unprepared human warrior in front of him. As the ground collapsed under his feet, two soldiers holding muskets waved their hands to catch him.
The rescue arms of his companions fell into the suffocating cold darkness under the glacier in the slightest moment, amid desperate screams.
In the increasingly chaotic wind and snow, the awakened Vrykul ghosts stepped forward one by one, rushing into the chaotic positions with stiff and heavy steps. The warriors of all races struggled to resist this sudden attack.
The monsters that came out of this place are a place of suffering outside of civilization. Everything is rare here, but the body of death is everything.
The bones buried under the glacier were awakened one after another, and their number was growing rapidly. What was even more desperate was that at the moment Tyrion drew the black heavy sword, the glacier collapsed behind him.
In the meantime, a huge frost bone dragon composed of pure white bones also crawled out of its tomb. Its dark eyes without flesh and blood stared at the people on the battlefield, and a touch of light burned between the eyes.
The blue soul fire is even more creepy.
It looked up to the sky and roared, its weathered white bones no longer able to make a sound, but the breath of the terrifying giant beast was thrown in, and in its roar, Tyrion's long gray hair was blown up.
"Wo'jin!"
The tauren Bain carried a heavy firearm and frantically poured bullets like a storm on the body of the bone mammoth that was crisscrossing in front of him. Thrall also picked up his warhammer and shield, with a calm attitude like a gladiator and a few...
The head vrykul undead began to fight. The orc shaman waved his shield and smashed it between the bones of the white-bone undead in front of him. He shouted without looking back:
"Are you ready?"
Behind him, the troll Wojin inserted the last totem tree between the complicated voodoo magic circle at his feet, but before the troll could activate the magic circle, a cold breath rose behind him, and the light
The cold gauntlets placed lightly on the troll's shoulders.
"Wo'jin, can you tell me what you are doing?"
Tyrion's voice with a hint of teasing reached Wojin's ears. The troll's body stiffened at this moment. He knew who was behind him, and it only took one thought to activate the voodoo spell at his feet.
He could reverse the situation of the battle in an instant, but he couldn't do it anymore.
"Buzz"
Just when Tyrion's long sword was about to pierce Vol'jin's body from behind, the suddenly enlarged spiritual spider web "sticked" to the great lord's body from all directions, and the voice of the Nerubian Priest Dismantler also
resounded in Wo'jin's heart.
"Start it!"
Vol'jin gritted his teeth and smashed a box of strange incense to the ground. Tyrion, whose attack was forcibly stopped, turned his head and looked at the spider demon wearing a black priest's robe standing in the snow.
At this moment, Lord Dark Blade's eyes had turned strangely pure black.
"I'm starting to hate you, nosy spider demon!"
The collision of the two souls created substantial energy waves in the wind and snow, throwing the thick falling snow into the sky. The spider demon priest who had been communicating with his spirit screamed for the first time. This mysterious
The guy no longer had the calmness before. It used its sharp forelimbs to cover the compound eyes on the top of its head. As it staggered back, Thrall could even see green splashes on the spider demon's silver-white compound eyes.
Blood.
It was as if its eyes were crushed by an invisible force.
However, the dismantler's desperate move ushered in new hope for the dead-end battle. The moment the strange incense in Wojin's hand came into contact with the complex and mysterious voodoo circle, a golden-red mist seemed to tear apart the space.
Like falling from the sky, it enveloped the bodies of everyone except Wo Jin.
"clang"
Tyrion's long sword struck down again. At this moment, Bain sacrificed his life to block in front of Vol'jin, but the extremely sharp Ashbringer failed to cut through the skin of Bain, who was determined to die. On the contrary,
The moment the sword edge collided with the golden-red skin of the tauren, a sound like the clash of steel was heard.
"Tastingo! Come on! Invincible guys, you have been strengthened by voodoo! Loa is protecting you!"
Wojin danced a mysterious and ancient war dance in that small magic circle. In his funny and weird movements, the golden-red light shining on the surface of everyone's bodies became more and more dazzling, and after confirming the golden-red light,
Shining can make people invulnerable and invincible. In just an instant, everyone rushed towards Tyrion's direction.
"Dang, Dang, Dang, Dang"
The Ashbringer in Tyrion's hand was swung repeatedly, and as the monstrous sword shadow jumped, the sound of steel clashing resounded on the battlefield. The sharp blade that could have cut off everything just now was now unable to even the arms of the most ordinary human soldier.
Can't be cut.
It seems that as Wo Jin said, these warriors strengthened by voodoo spells have truly entered a state of "defensive invincibility".
"It's interesting..."
Seeing that he was about to be surrounded by those warriors wrapped in golden-red light, Tyrion's eyes flashed with cold light, and his figure suddenly disappeared from the place like a flash. When he reappeared, he rushed towards him like a black shadow.
Vol'jin who maintains spellcasting.
Everyone present was protected by voodoo spells, but only Vol'jin was not...so he was the breaking point.
"You protect your companions with your life...who will protect you?"
Tyrion's deep voice rang in Vol'jin's ears, and the troll's war dance stopped for a moment, but soon started dancing again.
"The Loa protect their worshipers..."
"Your loa can't even protect themselves!"
The voice rose violently, and the sharp sword slashed down. In Tyrion's cold eyes, Vol'jin in front of him seemed to have turned into a dead man, but...
"clang"
With a muffled sound, the Ashbringer's sword was held up in the air by a ball of blue light, less than an inch away from Vol'jin's head, and the hair on the top of the troll's head seemed to have been chopped by an invisible blade.
The same thing, all flying in the air.
The light of the flashing technique dissipated. In front of Tyrion, Arthas, who was supported by Jaina, grabbed the Ashbringer's sword with his left hand shining with golden red light. His free right hand waved upward, and at the last moment
During the counterattack, the young king gritted his teeth and compressed the last holy light in his body to the extreme.
The moment he waved his hand, justice buzzed, and the holy light... came out of its sheath.