Seeing Lina's pious look, Sewen felt sour in her heart. It would be great if she could have such a sister.
Being strong can't make up for his lack of family affection. His parents have died long ago, he has no brothers, sisters, and no lover. He is used to being alone, but that doesn't mean he likes being alone.
Sewen liked Lina sincerely. He could see that Lina was a transferred warrior, but among the tens of millions of Scourge Legions, the power of a transferred soldier was very little. He said: "Why don't you stay in the rear? It's too dangerous here. You
I don’t want your brother to worry either.”
Lina whispered: "He will definitely come directly to the battlefield...so I want to come here and wait for him."
"What about your parents? Are they not worried about you?"
"Parents..." Lina repeated these two words. To her, these two words were too unfamiliar. She had lived with her teacher since she could remember and had never seen her parents.
Sewen immediately understood Lina's eyes, because he also lost his parents very early, "I'm sorry, it turns out that my brother has always taken care of you."
He finally understood why Lina was so dependent on her brother. Her elder brother was like her father.
Lina's face turned red and she whispered: "He is not my biological brother..."
"cousin?"
Lina's face turned red to her ears this time. She hesitated and didn't know how to answer. She subconsciously felt that her relationship with Gu Nansheng was a bit difficult to talk about, and she seemed to feel guilty.
She suddenly felt that the man in front of her was so annoying, and kept asking endless questions.
Sewen seemed to notice something and smiled, "If you need any help, please contact me."
As soon as he stood up, the communication crystal beside him rang. After he answered it, his expression suddenly changed, "What did you say? I'll be there soon!"
Sewen hurried to the city wall and was shocked by the sight in front of him.
Looking from a distance, a strange black fire ignited at the end of the horizon, and a loud roar of dragons came from the distant sky, echoing in the sky and clouds.
Sewen squinted his eyes and stared at the horizon, and finally determined that it was the Black Dragon Legion composed of hundreds of black dragons. Their spread wings blocked the sun, and the strong wind they brought blew away the floating clouds.
How could there be so many dragons and where did they come from?
Sewen suddenly thought of the Dark Portal. It is impossible for such a large group of black dragons to exist in the Duota Continent, otherwise they would have been discovered long ago. Then there is only one explanation. They came from outer space and came to the Duota Continent through the Dark Gate.
Serwin frowned at the thought. Kel'Thuzad's purpose in opening the Dark Portal was probably not to connect to the outside world, but to connect to the distorted time and space in the Emerald Dream. Thousands of years ago, the dragons of the five series fought in the war, and the distortion in the Emerald Dream
The defeated black dragon is sealed in time and space.
"General! What should we do?" The elven archer captain hurried to the city wall with his archer brigade. He had just received the notice that he could only rely on archers to deal with the dragon, although the effect of bows and arrows was minimal.
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Sewen took a deep breath and uttered one word with difficulty, "Fight!"
He seemed to be able to see the city walls stained red with blood, and see countless warriors dying on the battlefield, facing hundreds of dragons, and they would pay a heavy price.
However, they had no choice.
Sewen knew that there was no way to retreat under such circumstances. It would take several days for the tens of millions of troops to retreat, and they would have to abandon a lot of baggage and food. Moreover, it was not easy for such a huge army to maintain its formation during the retreat.
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On the other hand, the Black Dragon Legion has a speed of thousands of miles and extremely high combat maneuverability. It can chase the enemy and fight. To retreat in front of them is to seek death.
"Call up the magician legion of the Dalaran Wizard Guild, and quickly report the news of the black dragon to the Holy Land, and ask them to provide immediate support!"….
Sewen issued the order worriedly, hoping that they could persist until reinforcements from the Holy Land arrived.
In order to ensure the safety of the headquarters, the Holy Land left a considerable number of troops and strong men behind, and only less than half of them were sent to the Netherworld.
Ten minutes later, the Dalaran mage army hurried to the city wall. The mages were wearing colorful magic robes. They received the order to assemble while they were resting. Many of them had not yet understood the current situation.
Seeing the overwhelming Black Dragon Legion, the faces of the magicians changed. As magicians, they understand the power of the black dragon better than ordinary warriors.
Most of them were just apprentices brought out by the elders of Dalaran. Their young faces were full of panic. They had never experienced such a scene.
Looking at the frightened young faces of the magicians, Sewen's mouth twitched a few times. He has been a general for five hundred years. In these five hundred years, he has reviewed countless recruits and has seen too many people as old as them.
children.
They are young, brave, full of longing for the future, holding the dream of maintaining world peace, and fighting for glory.
Perhaps in their minds, war is a hymn to heroes and a great adventure. They have not experienced the baptism of blood and cannot understand the cruelty of war.
It is such an innocent and passionate young man who, with his dreams, turns into withered bones on the battlefield one after another. Those who can really survive take life and death lightly, and after enduring the battlefield for a long time, he becomes a vicissitudes of life veteran.
Over the past hundreds of years, Sewen has witnessed countless young men die on the battlefield. They should have lived a magnificent life.
Then, he will see new faces joining the army, continuing in the footsteps of their predecessors, continuing to watch their comrades and brothers who lived and died together passing away one by one, and continuing the cruel war. This cycle seems to last forever.
The end.
"Roar!" A loud roar of the dragon woke up Sewen from his meditation. Whether he wanted it or not, this war with huge disparity in strength had begun.
"Fire the arrow!"
The archer captain first gave the order, and locust-like arrows were shot at the flying dragon legion. Although the arrowheads were coated with poison, it was difficult for such an attack to break through the dragon's iron-like scales.
"Magic attack!"
As a third-level mage issued an order, hundreds of staffs lit up with colorful lights, and gorgeous magic soared into the sky like fireworks.
Dragon Breaking Slash, Ice Arrow, Moonlight, Frost Nova... Brilliant magic illuminated the dusk of the Netherworld Grassland. This attack finally worked. Several black dragons roared and fell from the air, falling heavily.
After entering the city, he was immediately beheaded to death by the swarming warriors.
"Roar!" The angry black dragons began to fight back. They opened their mouths and spat out black dragon flames, which roared in the strong wind.
"Boom!" A dozen of the third-level powerhouses in the mage legion jointly set up the banishment circle, which was able to block this wave of attacks. However, they all looked pale, and it was obvious that they had consumed too much magic.
"Retreat first and wait for the skills to cool down!"
As soon as the magician leading the team finished speaking, a ball of dragon flame exploded in the corner of the city wall. Dozens of archers were reduced to ashes in the flames, with no bones left.
After all, there were too many black dragons. Balls of dragon flames poured down like a sudden rain. The sound of explosions was endless. The city was in a scorched earth, and countless soldiers were killed and injured.
"The reinforcements from the Third Front Army and the Fourth Front Army, no matter what the cost, you must defend it for me!" Seeing the lives that were constantly falling, Sewen's body and eyes had turned blood red. He had already activated the war cry and God's Power.
strength.
This battle must be withstood. If the front line collapses, the Scourge will march straight in. By then, there will be no more available soldiers in the northern land, and the lives will be destroyed and the dead will be everywhere.
"Beasts, come here!" Sewen bit Kohler's dagger, swung the long-handled sword, and roared, "Storm Hammer!"...
"Is this news from the front line?" Malfurion looked at Zeus in front of him. From his cloudy face, Malfurion had already guessed that the news he brought would not be good news.
Zeus sighed and said heavily: "The Dark Portal opened by Kel'Thuzad is not connected to the outer realm, but to the distorted time and space in the Emerald Dream. More than a thousand black dragons have joined the battlefield, including a small number of void dragons and
Twilight Dragon, in just three days, the Black Dragon Legion launched three large-scale attacks and slaughtered 800,000 of our troops. Among them, more than half of the Mage Legion was lost. General Sewen was seriously injured, but we only killed a hundred.
Many-headed black dragon.”
"Black Dragon Legion..." Malfurion touched the dead branch of the World Tree in his hand, and there was a hint of worry in his old eyes, "Is Deathwing coming back?"
Zeus was shocked, "Isn't he dead?"
Malfurion shook his head, "For an existence of Deathwing's level, the soul can completely separate from the body and exist alone. At first, I just killed his body. It is difficult to destroy his soul. The black dragon is arrogant."
A race, without Deathwing's mandate, Kel'Thuzad would not be able to control them."
Zeus's breathing became heavy, "Are you saying that the series of actions Kel'Thuzad took this time were all inspired by Deathwing, and that Deathwing will return to the earth?"
Malfurion took a deep breath and closed his eyes slightly, "What is supposed to come will always come. The catastrophe that Jarod said is now..."
"Garold..." Zeus was silent. He naturally knew Jarod's identity as a prophet. Since he had already said it, there was nothing to doubt.
No one knows the power of Deathwing better than Zeus, who personally experienced the ancient war 20,000 years ago. He is the absolute Dragon King, an existence that has already surpassed the seventh-level powerhouse, and a true god.
It may only take a moment for Deathwing to flatten the Holy Land.
Zeus really couldn't think of anyone in the current Multi-Tower Continent who could compete with him. Even Malfurion, the strongest in the Multi-Tower Continent, was as helpless as a baby in front of Deathwing.
Thinking of this, Zeus showed a bitter smile, "Is this world going to be destroyed?"
Malfurion said calmly: "You don't have to insist on fighting against the power of Deathwing. There are many existences in this world that you don't know about. We can't stop them. There are always people who can stop them."
Zeus was not as optimistic as Malfurion, "Placing your hope on the unknown existence, is there any master hermit in the multi-tower continent who can match the strength of Deathwing?"
Malfurion said: "Garold mentioned someone to me..."
"Who?" Zeus had a glimmer of hope in his heart. Jarod's vision was definitely not wrong.
"The Mr. Nan that Slim mentioned, he went to Northrend with Magina two months ago in order to prevent the resurrection of 200,000 undead warriors. However, he disappeared after getting the Urn of the Undead.
Now, I haven’t come back yet.”
Zeus was immediately disappointed, "He... seems to be just a sixth-level strongman, how can he compare with Deathwing?"
Malfurion said quietly: "A pair of people have already seen the future of this world, we just need to go and witness it."
"You have said this many times." Zeus shook his head and sighed, "Forget it, this kind of thing is beyond my control."
Zeus left with worries. He must inform the Council of Elders as soon as possible and let them come up with ways to deal with it.
Malfurion watched Zeus leave, his eyes looking older and older. In fact, Malfurion has eternal life. He is not really old. He is just used to facing the world in this old state. This can make Malfurion
He is undistracted, calm and rational.
He asked leisurely to the huge oak tree in front of the yard: "Will he come back?"...
A white figure emerged from behind the oak tree. She had eyes as quiet as autumn water and long blue hair as smooth as satin. She was none other than Tyrande, the leader of the Elf Sentinels.
Tyrande gently touched the white tiger squatting next to him, and asked calmly: "Who are you talking about?"
Malfurion looked at Tyrande, "You know."
Tyrande sighed lightly, "I don't know either. Do you want me to tell him?"
Malfurion shook his head, "Forget it, he can't do anything when he comes back. With his temper, he can only make the situation worse. Deathwing is not something he can deal with."
Malfurion squinted his eyes, and he seemed to see the Well of Eternity from 20,000 years ago, with the sparkling lake shining golden in the sun.
He still remembered the scene when he, Tyrande and Illidan traveled across mountains and rivers to find the demigod Cenarius in order to save the elves from the Burning Legion. At that time, they were still high-spirited young people.
Unexpectedly, in the blink of an eye, 20,000 years have passed, and things and people have changed.
Brother, I never thought that I would give birth to a son who looks like you...
"Young Master, this is it, look."
The cold wind blew up the ice and snow, and it hurt like a knife on his face. Gu Nansheng was guided by the Crypt Assassin to the burial place where the legendary frost dragon rested.
Gu Nansheng looked forward. In the vast wind and snow, he could vaguely see a huge circular altar. The altar was completely gray and surrounded by three tall stone towers with spikes. The stone towers were suspended in the air in complete violation of the rules of physics.
In the air, there is a chain connected to the altar.
It is indeed a burial ground.
In the Warcraft battle game, the Boneyard is a building where the undead produce Frost Dragons. Frost Dragons can be said to be the ultimate unit in Warcraft, and their combat effectiveness is very powerful.
There is also a boneyard in the Dota game. It is located on the right side of the Frozen Throne in the natural disaster base. After breaking it, you can get a lot of money as a reward.
Due to the strong wind, the Crypt Assassin used magic to communicate, "The Lich King used his powerful magic to resurrect thousands of frost dragons. Most of them died in the battle, and a few of them are sleeping here. You can pass the Lich King
The spell left by the Lord awakens them."
Gu Nansheng nodded. The Lich King had left so much legacy, and he had never thought of using it before. It was really a waste of natural resources.
The altar is about two hundred meters wide and twenty meters high. There are three bone spurs as thick as pillars scattered around it. Each bone spur is fifty or sixty meters long and reaches into the sky.
Gu Nansheng reached the top of the altar in a blink of an eye. The altar was already covered with more than ten meters of ice and snow, but such thick ice and snow still could not bury the skeleton of a giant dragon above the burial ground. This skeleton was too big.
, it curled up above the altar, and if you include the tail, it is at least three hundred meters long.
Three hundred meters has exceeded the length of Deathwing. Although the size does not represent the strength of the dragon, it can also explain part of the problem.
Gu Nansheng couldn't help but wonder, who was this dragon that died on the bone ground?
Perhaps the burial ground was the altar built for it.
"Young Master, it's time to begin."
Ever since the Crypt Assassin learned about Gu Nansheng's strength, he has been extremely respectful to this new master. Gu Nansheng is his hope for resurrection, and no one wants to be trapped in such a small urn forever.
Gu Nansheng recalled the spell left by the Lich King to open the magic circle. There was a space sealed in the burial ground, and nearly a thousand frost dragons slept in it. These frost dragons had no thoughts, they were just dead things. If
If no one wakes them up, they will sleep forever.
Although the dead objects are clumsy, they are easy to control, which saves Gu Nansheng a lot of trouble, otherwise he would not have enough intimidation to control such a huge army of frost dragons.
Two hundred thousand undead warriors plus a thousand frost dragons, this power is enough to influence the situation of the battle.
Gu Nansheng is not in a hurry now. Both the Guards and the Natural Disasters have more than ten million troops. It is difficult for such a huge army to decide the winner in a short time. He has no time to join the battle, but he is a little worried about whether the Witch Doctor Tower will be destroyed.
Destroyed by war.
He slowly stretched out his right hand, and a black ball of light gradually solidified in his palm, floating in the air with a shimmering light. This was a nightmare, and it was also the key to unlocking the Lich King's circle.
"The frozen frozen soil, the blood-filled Holy Grail, the karmic fire from hell, burned the bones of the guardian dragon, wake up from ten thousand years of slumber, and claim back your lost blood and body..."
Gu Nansheng held the ball of nightmare light in his hands and recited a lengthy spell in Draenor. The black ball of nightmare light gradually flew away from Gu Nansheng's hands and merged into the burial ground, stirring up the atmosphere like water droplets dripping into the lake.
