Enter World of Warcraft with Dark Skills

Chapter 133 Marduk and the Demonic Blade
Dawei looked at the person in front of him and said in surprise: "Great Lord! You are still alive."

"I'm still alive. Stand up, Davey."

At the last moment, the kobold finally completed the spell, opened the portal, and sent Taelan Fordring to Darrowshire. He came to fulfill his promise and rescue his loved ones.

Little Pamela and her mother heard the sound of zombies attacking humans. The woman hurriedly closed the door and pushed the only table behind the door.

In order to pay the taxes to the nobles, there was nothing valuable left in the house, so she had to hide in the closet with Pamela.

Little Pamela held tightly in her hand the doll that had accompanied her for ten years. After all, she was still a child. She lifted an old dress covering her head and looked out through a small hole in the closet.

She saw the door was thrown open by something, and a blood-stained creature crawled in from outside. It had a pair of blood-red eyes, full of soulless cruelty, blood was flowing from its mouth, and its claws covered with flesh scraped against the worn floor. It was hunched over, searching for something in the house.

Little Pamela had not expected to see anything like this. She was a smart child. She was afraid that she would scream, so she put her little hand over her mouth tightly.

But she didn't know that at night, the zombies didn't rely on their eyesight to find their enemies, but on their keen spiritual sense.

It found a delicious food, and it slowly approached the wardrobe and put its blood-red eye close to the small hole.

Pamela clutched the doll tightly, tears streaming down her face. She wished her father was there to accompany her. She wished her godfather could come to see her.

Her father is away fighting the undead for the people of Darrowshire. He has to fight and can't come home. Her godfather was a great legend, but he was killed by a group of bad guys and he can't come back.

In the past, when he came, he would bring delicious cakes and some cute toys. But he never brought dolls for himself. Although those precious things would be exchanged by her father for money to help everyone pay taxes. But she still hoped that her godfather could come to see her.

He is a great hero and he promised to protect her as she grows up.

“There are bad guys out there, and Pamela is scared.

Where are you? Can you take Pamela with you?
It’s so dark here, even my mother is shaking with fear.”

The skinning monster finally couldn't bear it anymore, it stretched out its sharp claws and smashed the door of the wardrobe.

It saw Pamela, a delicious soul.

Kotick is hungry!
Kodick wants meat!

He only needed one claw to satisfy his desire.

boom!
A vast holy light filled Pamela's world. A familiar figure appeared before Pamela's eyes.

"My little angel, I'm late. Are you okay?"

In front of the city gate of Dalong County.

The appearance of Tyran Fording changed the situation on the battlefield. The aura of the demigod filled the entire battlefield.

The remaining paladins of the Silver Hand immediately gathered behind their leader and formed a neat formation. Although there were less than a hundred of them left, they were full of fighting spirit.

Has Shijiu came over and patted his student on the waist.

"Good boy, you are finally back, otherwise your teacher would have gone to see the Holy Light!"

Taelan Fording said: "I'm glad to see that you are okay, teacher."

Taelan Fording summoned a tall white warhorse. Then he shouted: "Paladins of the Silver Hand, assemble and prepare to meet the enemy!"

All the paladins called out their warhorses, while Hasshijiu summoned a tall goat.

They lined up neatly and drew their lances at the same time.

By this time, Marduk and Hogus had sensed the danger and took the initiative to retreat a distance.

Hogus was fine, he was just an ignorant nobleman who wanted to be immortal. He had no idea about Tyran Fording. He thought he was not as good as his master. Marduk felt that he was surrounded by the Holy Light, he was a veteran. The only reason he persisted was his hatred.

The paladins completed their formation. A small number of infantry formed a square formation, and the cavalry all changed to long lances.

Tyran Fording drew the Grand Marshal's double-edged sword. He rode on his horse and started from the east side of the team, using the great sword to rub the spears of his men one by one. Then each spear was ignited by Tyran Fording's holy light.

Then Taelan Fordring stood in the center of the team.

“Knights of the Silver Hand, sharpen your spears with the bones of your enemies. Build your exploits with the heads of your enemies. Charge for Azeroth!”

All the war horses began to gallop, and under the protection of Tyran Fordring's wings of holy light, they rushed towards the undead army led by Marduk.

Taelan Fordring activated the Aura of Fanaticism, and all the knights became taller.

Marduk knew that although there were many of them, their quality was much worse.

Under the leadership of Taelan Fordring, such a small force was like a huge army rushing towards them, and they seemed to have become one with this world.

Marduk placed all the zombies and resurrected corpses at the front of the team. He was behind them, and then the necromancer. Facing such a cavalry, turning around and running away was the worst option.

As long as they can withstand their first wave of attacks and wait for them to stop for hand-to-hand combat, they will fall into its rhythm. It should be able to defeat the opponent with the number of undead and the necromancer's resurrection. In short, it must stop this charge.

Tyran Fordring charged head-on at the undead horde, cutting through Marduk's ranks like a knife.

Marduk was delighted. They held up the charge, and the psychics did not collapse directly. As long as they stopped and started hand-to-hand combat, he would slowly build up an advantage.

But it was so wrong. First of all, Tyran Fording led the Silver Hand Knights to charge in order to win and restore the morale of the team, not to kill the enemy. Secondly, he would not stop for hand-to-hand combat.

The cavalry that had cut through the Undead army did not stop at all, but rushed into the wilderness.

Marduk was stunned for a moment. The cavalry completed the tactical turn and launched another charge towards the necromancers behind its army. This time the route was more clever. These paladins brushed past the necromancer's team and cut through it.

The mage's fragile body was attacked by several tons of cavalry, which was simply a massacre. After scraping off a layer of flesh and blood, they circled around and killed him again. The shadow spells they cast were blocked by the huge shield summoned by Tyran Fording.

After three charges, the undead necromancers began to flee in all directions. But Tyran Fording remained unmoved. He launched another charge. He clearly felt that the morale of this cavalry had recovered. They were sure that they could completely defeat the undead. They were not weaker than the undead.

All they need is someone like Taelan Fordring to lead them.

The target of this charge was Marduk himself!
The pressure of facing a direct attack from a demigod was enormous.

Marduk habitually used the Scourge! The sharp rune sword slashed at Taelan Fording with the power of shadow and disease.

The blessed codex of Azelena hanging on Taelan Fordring's shoulder floated up, drawing a trace of the power of the Scourge's attack.

Then Taelan Fordring chose:
Assimilation Strike: A strike launched using the Holy Light Force. In addition to weapon damage, it deals additional magic damage and has a chance to confuse the opponent.

Marduk swung the Ebon Sword, the least confident sword he had ever struck. Just swinging the sword at a demigod of holy light had already used up all his strength.

The ebony sword and the grand marshal's double-edged sword collided in mid-air.

There was a crisp snap.

The Ebon Sword was cut in half by the sanctified double-edged sword of the Grand Marshal.

Marduk stood there as if his soul had been sucked out of him. Then his armor shattered, revealing his rotting body. His warhorse shattered into a pile of broken bones.

The severed half of the Ebon Sword flew far away, polluting a piece of land and forming a forbidden place for life - the Demon Blade's Trace.

(End of this chapter)