Gu Nansheng's arms were covered in blood, and the energy in his body had been exhausted to the limit. However, he could only grit his teeth and persist because once he let go, he would be swallowed by the five-color light dragon and completely turned into ashes.
The pressure of energy became stronger and stronger. Gu Nansheng felt like he was resisting in vain as if a cricket was shaking a tree. Death was so close. The five-color light dragon finally swallowed up Frostmourne and rushed straight to his chest.
Gu Nansheng's mind went blank at that moment. He only felt that the light around him was getting brighter and brighter, which made him unable to open his eyes. In the vast sea of light, he seemed to see the bleak figure of Geng Fei leaving, and the silent figure of Jones.
Waiting with regret, he saw the endless fighting in the bloody capital, and saw the top of the Frozen Throne, Arthas holding Frostmourne behind his back and looking down at the vicissitudes and desolation of the vast land.
Time seemed to freeze at this moment, and Gu Nansheng seemed to have relived his past and present lives. At the intersection of life and death, he suddenly felt an unusually familiar coldness coming from the Frostmourne in his hand, and a lonely soul seemed to have crossed over.
The infinite space and the distant river of history bid him their final blessings and farewells.
This is... the sword soul of Frostmourne?
"boom--"
The extremely brilliant light broke through the earth and rose into the sky like thousands of sharp swords. Billions of tons of yellow sand were swept up to the nine heavens by the surging energy, and then completely melted.
In the sand and rain all over the sky, a five-color light dragon roared and circled upwards, heading straight into the vast universe.
"No...impossible. The all-out blow from the combined power of the five dragons was actually blocked?" Deathwing looked at the five-color light dragon disappearing into the sky, and was horrified beyond measure. This was a blow that he devoted all his strength to.
, even if Kil'jaeden confronts him head-on, he will still be injured. What's more, this young man has just entered the god level. You must know that the gap between god-level powerhouses is wider than the gap between seventh-level powerhouses.
There is absolutely no comparison between level peaks.
The sand rain dispersed, and Gu Nansheng stood up with his sword disheveled. Even he didn't expect that he could actually block the five-color light dragon. He had to rely on Frostmourne in his hand. If it hadn't blessed him with a helping hand at the last moment, he would never have been spared.
principle.
Over the years, Frostmourne has become a part of Gu Nansheng's life. He gently stroked the sword body of Frostmourne, feeling the concave and convex feeling of the inscriptions on the cold sword, feeling the sharpness of the blade's serrations, but in
When Gu Nansheng touched the spine of the sword, his face suddenly turned as pale as paper, and the hand holding the sword was trembling.
He clearly saw a shallow crack hidden on the simple sword body. Although it was not obvious, it was extremely dazzling.
Frostmourne actually...cracked? No...impossible
At that moment, Gu Nansheng was at a loss for words. He looked at the crack blankly, feeling that it was like the mouth of a wild beast, expanding infinitely and swallowing him into a bottomless abyss.
For hundreds of years, Gu Nansheng and Frostmourne have gone through countless wars together. This sword is his closest comrade. Only by holding Frostmourne in his hand and feeling the familiar cold feeling will he feel at ease.
Frostmourne had blocked Gu Nansheng from countless earth-shattering attacks. In his subconscious mind, this sword was indestructible. He never thought that one day, Frostmourne, as an artifact, would break.
Deathwing sensed the rupture of Frostmourne when he saw Gu Nansheng's expression changed drastically. Although the artifact was far stronger than mortal weapons, it was not indestructible. Even the dragon's soul, which was far superior in quality to Frostmourne, had also been broken.
"Really? I see... It's such a loyal sword. It overdrawn its own potential to help its master block this fatal blow. It's a pity. I wanted to surrender it."
Gu Nansheng turned around suddenly and stared at Deathwing like an angry lion, his whole body igniting with raging ice flames.
Deathwing sneered, "What are you hating? If you want to hate, you can only hate yourself. Because of the master's incompetence, your sword was broken for you..."
…
No matter how fierce the battle was, Tyrande always remained calm on the sand dunes dozens of kilometers away. She held up a wind shield to block the wind and sand for Illidan, injecting life energy into his body almost stubbornly.
As time passed by, Illidan's pulse and heartbeat gradually began to recover. After an unknown amount of time, he finally coughed up a mouthful of bruises and slowly opened his eyes.
Their eyes met, Tyrande wanted to say something, but her voice was stuck in her throat. At that moment, her mood was extremely complicated. When Illidan's life and death were uncertain, the only thought in her heart was to heal him at all costs, but really
When he woke up, Tyrande realized that she didn't know how to face him...
"You...shouldn't have come." Tyrande held back the tears in her eyes and turned her head and said.
Illidan didn't reply, he just looked at Tyrande and smiled brightly, like an innocent child.
The moon was like a silver hook, the stars were shining brightly, and everything around seemed peaceful and peaceful for a while.
A gust of evening wind blew by, and grains of yellow sand rolled down happily from the top of the dunes like elves. The wind blew, and the fine sand flew, inseparable, to the ends of the sea and the ends of the earth...
The night was as cold as water, and the two of them were silent. After an unknown period of time, Illidan suddenly remembered something. He reached out and took out something from his body. However, at this moment, Illidan's expression suddenly changed, and he felt clearly
Until he was locked by a faint murderous intention.
Illidan took a deep breath and slowly turned his head. Behind him, a faint black shadow gradually solidified. It was Maiev holding the Wheel of Judgment.
Tyrande was shocked when she saw this. Maiev's invisibility skills were at their peak, and she was able to easily avoid her perception and hide herself within easy reach.
"Are you here to kill me?" Illidan was surprisingly calm. Although he was in extremely bad condition at this time, let alone dealing with Maiev, even an ordinary legendary hero could kill him.
Maiev glanced at Illidan expressionlessly, "This is the duty of the warden..."
Tyrande could hardly believe her ears, "Maiev, are you awake? Our enemy is Deathwing, and the person you want to kill is the hero who blocked Deathwing for us."
Maiev was indifferent after hearing this, and she said coldly: "As a watcher, I have only two responsibilities. One is to protect the racial prosperity of the high elves, and the other is to arrest and strangle defectors and degenerates. I will not violate it because of my personal feelings."
My principles of doing things.”
"You are simply... stubborn." Tyrande was extremely angry. She could not imagine that there were such extreme people in the world. "Taking advantage of others' danger and repaying kindness with hatred is your principle of doing things?"
"I only care about the results, not the means used. I only care about justice, and I don't care whether the process to achieve justice is fair."
