Azeroth Shadow Trail

   Chapter 1362 112. Thank the Lich King for his kindness

   Dai Lin rushed up and was knocked down with a sword, but the admiral didn't admit defeat so easily, so he got up to meet again, and was knocked down again.

   This time Dai Lin persisted a little longer.

   is probably because he activated his steel vrykul form, which is more powerful with Aggramar's Shield, but it is still not enough when facing Frostmourne.

  Frostmourne's "bad melee" is compared to the "melee madman" of Apocalypse.

  Under normal circumstances, Frostmourne forged by the Eternals of the Dead World is definitely more powerful than most of the magical weapons in this world.

  Daelin's steel body was covered with spooky scars within a few minutes, and the erosion from the aura of death made him feel that his body and soul would be frozen.

   Without the protection of the Shield of Aggramar, the grumpy admiral would have been like the other wretches who followed him to battle.

   Wildhammer dwarf hero Kurdran Wildhammer and his heroic Griffin were slashed by a single sword, and both were on the verge of death.

   The battle axe in Danas Trollbane's hand shattered, almost turning into an ice sculpture.

   Grand Duke Bolvar Fordragon and more than a dozen Storm Guards were lifted into the air by Lothar with "Death Binding". Under the raging power of Frostmourne, even the Holy Light could not save him and his soldiers.

Only Uther the Lightbringer holding the holy relic, Dathohan the Great Knight of Silence, and General Maraad, the draenei Vindicator Commander holding the Seal of Immovability, can play at Lothar with the magic sword. Cruelty is raging under the resistance.

   That magic sword is crazy!

   Its every neigh will roll up an ice storm that sweeps all things, and every slash of it will bring the majesty of death that oppresses all living beings. It attacks the body, but hurts the soul!

That alone is enough to make this darkly artistic ice magic sword one of the most dangerous weapons in the world, and with a satisfying sword-bearer, she's almost as powerful. multiply.

  As the battle progressed, Lothar became more and more compatible with the magic sword in his hand, and the tumbling aura of death at the end almost shaped Anduin Lothar as a "God of Death" walking in the world.

   Those ordinary soldiers who were trying to support on the periphery of the battle looked at Lothar, and their whole body trembled, and their faces were as pale as petrified and fell to their knees.

   If you just look at it, your soul will be harvested by the sword of death!

   What is even more terrifying is that within a minute after the deceased fell to the ground, they would stand up again in another gloomy posture, slashing the weapons used for guarding and protection to the terrified compatriots around them.

   In addition to the melee combatants fighting Lothar, spellcasters are also trying their best to delay Lothar's rampage.

   However, although His Excellency the Lich King, who was "crowned" today, has not yet received his own "crown", he has already gained the most loyal followers and adjutants.

  The archmage Antonidas, who became a lich under the personal transformation of Frostmourne, fought against all spellcasters in front of him with one strength.

  Ice Meteor, Death Withering, Domination Chains, etc. Lich's special skills were released by him one by one, and its power is much more powerful than the several Liches currently existing in Azeroth.

   is like an elite lich with a boss template.

   But that's totally understandable.

   Dean Arya Bluemoon, the old Lich Merri Winterwind and even the new Lich Kel'Thuzad all rely on their talents to resonate with the death knowledge of the Shadow Realm to complete the promotion ceremony.

   Their understanding of death knowledge is not complete, but the forge of Frostmourne is one of the eternal ones in the world of death. It is said that the self-proclaimed "Soldier Lord" created the original death magic system.

  When he forged Frostmourne, he poured his understanding and experience of psychic and death magic into it.

   Thus the transformation of Antonidas is complete, complete.

He is a real lich, and with this death magic skill, even if he goes to the world of the dead, he can win a lich baron in the ceremonial secret house of Maldraxxus, the country of death, where there are many macho men. It's the title of Earl.

   "How awesome, look at this terrifying Lich King in front of me. He is my creation."

   Hiding in the shadows, Blake, who was eating melons and watching the play, watched with absolute satisfaction, watching Lothar, wearing a death suit, knock down these tyrannical warriors one by one.

   Especially in the scene of Lothar's tyrannical "sit-ups" of Dalene, Blake was fascinated.

He was sitting on the top edge of the house in Northshire Abbey, with a bottle of wine in his hand and a dwarf camera, taking wonderful pictures from time to time, and intending to let the uncrowned people circulate these pictures and let the whole world see the witches The majesty of the Demon King.

   "He was just venting his anger."

  Xalatas whispered in Black's ear:

   "Anduin Lothar is angry at his dark resurrection, little master, he himself is not willing to accept this fate, just because you have made the future threats clear.

   He accepts his fate, which doesn't mean he likes his current posture.

   When he threatened you with Frostmourne just now, the killing intent was real. The Lich King you created with your own hands wanted to kill you. This is really bad news.

  I think it’s better for you to sway around in front of Lothar less, lest you really get slashed by his sword.

   With the help of Frostmourne, his strength is absolutely superior to that of mortals. "

   "I know, I can feel it, but I'm not afraid."

  Blake took a sip of wine and said in a long voice:

   "How much he hates me now, how much he will thank me in the future when the war of that fate begins. Lothar is not one of those who have truly risen from the dead without feelings.

   His soul and his emotions are complete, but now they are suppressed to a calm state by the cold death.

   He is still the old Anduin Lothar.

The only difference    is that he no longer represents light and hope, he now represents darkness and destruction, that's all. "

  The pirate blinked and threw his reconnaissance on Lothar, who was killing all directions below, and soon the target information was projected on the translucent character card in front of him:

   Name: "The Lich King" Anduin Lothar

   Race: Human/Undead【Death Chosen】

   Occupation: Level 60 Warrior · Elite / Level 60 Death Knight · Elite / Level 60 Iron Horse Knight · Elite

  Legendary Occupation: Level 12 Death Lord · Boss

  Mythical Occupation: Level 1 Lich King · Powerful Divine Power

   Possessing Artifact: Frostmourne

   Artifact Features: Domination Rune Sword, Soldier Master Forging, Psychic Enhancement, Maw Power, Blood Blessing

  Status: Coronation of Death [Unfinished]

  Character Description:

   Anduin Lothar, the great man of mankind, has not yet become a complete Lich King, and he still lacks a death crown, which means that he seems to have the possibility of turning back after embarking on this dark road.

   "They can actually save Lothar."

  Black pouted and said to Xalatas:

   "Until the Helm of Dominion comes to Lothar, finding the right way can actually force Lothar to disconnect from Frostmourne, although doing so will only result in them getting a corpse.

   But in the eyes of some lunatics, Lothar may be distraught, but at least he is free. "

   "Is there really such a stupid person?"

   Dark Essence spit out:

   "People here shouldn't be so crazy, right?"

   "That's not necessarily the case. Mozheng people can do anything magical."

  Blake shrugged, took out his pocket watch, checked the time, and said:

   "Okay, things are almost over here, and the "farewell ceremony" of our dear Lich King and his loyal subjects and friends should also end.

  Let's go and bring His Majesty's ship over and send His Majesty to a good place. "

After speaking, the pirate jumped up from the spot, unfolded the bat wings of the Doomsday Guard in the shadows, flapped and rushed into the sky. In the clouds above the sky, Gaboa's original seven spaceships now only have five remaining. ship.

   One was blown up by Dai Lin, and the other was a "manipulation error".

  The sailors on this old troll ship are all mummies, a type of undead.

   They were equally difficult to resist Frostmourne's call, and as a result, under Lothar's call, a hapless ship crashed into the mountain wall of Northshire and exploded on the spot.

  When the pirate landed on the deck of the Reaper, what he saw was the smelly pirate Gaboa with a gloomy and painful face. He was feeling extremely distressed for his loss.

   But Blake ignored him, and walked to Maiev's side. Madam Warden took off the black owl helmet and held it in her arms, standing on the side of the ship and looking down.

  The wind blew her long white hair, making the elf beauty look a little sad.

   "I witnessed the fall of a great soul, and I personally participated in it. This is not what a watchman should do. I feel very uncomfortable, even painful."

   As Black approached, Maiev whispered:

   "Is this your normal life? Blake, you don't seem to feel uncomfortable or lost at all when you do something like this. How do you bear those guilt?

  Can you teach me? "

   "As long as I'm heartless, no guilt can come to me, because I tell myself that what I do is good, it's just that idiots can't understand it."

  Black stretched his hand around the slender waist of Lady Warden, and said:

   "Why did you put Dai Lin back so easily? At least you should chop off a hand to make me happy."

   "Do I have to make you happy?"

   Maiev glanced at the smelly pirate, shoved the owl helmet into his arms, and said:

   "How old are you, you still can't learn how to do your own things? Another bad news tells you that your father has officially become Odin's chosen warrior.

   It is probably the guilt of the King of War for giving up Lothar's soul, so he gave Daelin his blessing in the battle just now. Your father is getting harder and harder to deal with.

   He is growing rapidly, perhaps because of your stimulation?

   I have trouble understanding this emotion. "

   "Yeah, he's the one with a bad temper, always stubborn and unwilling to admit that his son is better than him, trying his best to prove himself."

  Black took up his pipe and said:

   "Let him continue to work hard. How cute is the old man who can't admit defeat and works hard."

   After saying that, the pirate looked back at Gaboa and said:

   "Prepare to land, it's time for us to carry our Majesty to do business."

   "What kind of monster did you create? He can sweep across this continent with one sword and one sword. Given enough time, he can create an army of death that drowns the world.

  Tell me, Blake.

   Are you going to use him to create an Azeroth where only the dead are left? "

  Gaboa looked at the North County Monastery, where the ground was completely surrounded by a terrifying number of undead, with some fear. That scene made him, an old pirate playing voodoo, feel a little cold.

   In terms of understanding of psychics, Zandalari trolls have always been good at making psychic mummies in the ancient times more than 10,000 years ago.

   But the well-informed Gaboa has never seen so many undead gathered together.

  The old troll admitted that he was terrified.

   "Look at what you said!"

  Black glared at Gaboa and said:

   "What good would it do for me to kill everyone? The undead's life is too boring, there is no enjoyment at all, I made the Lich King just to make the world a little more colorful.

   By the way, let’s scare those boring old men in northern Xinjiang who only value the authority and political interests of the king.

  You know, I was going to visit them myself, but I suddenly found that it might be more useful to ask Marshal Lothar to 'talk to them' with them instead of me.

  Don't worry, Marshal Lothar is not in the mood to intervene in the vile power struggle of the pirates.

  The endless sea of ​​chaos, wealth and vitality is still our territory, still to be controlled by us, and still to be our "big bathtub" for slapstick.

   Of course, you'd better not take the initiative to provoke him.

   Marshal Lothar was a warrior.

   As we all know, soldiers are generally not very good-tempered.”

  Gaboa pouted.

   He didn't believe these nonsense words from Black. This stinky pirate took the risk of offending the whole world to shape Lothar as the Lich King. The result he wanted was definitely more than simple deterrence.

   But the old troll also knew that no one could force Black to say what he didn't want to say.

   So he could only drive his own spaceship and fell from the sky into the North County Valley, which was completely filled with undead. At this time, all the battles were over.

  Lothar and his undead pressed the warriors of order in the light barrier held up by Velen and Faol, like the only shining island reef in a dark and cold ocean.

   The undead did not attack again.

   But as long as they want to, maybe no one here can go out alive today.

  The Reaper slowly landed among a group of undead. Gaboa and Blake personally lowered the ship's board from the side of the ship, and three of Lothar's "Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse" walked towards the ship.

   Yrel is commanding the iron horse knights who were awakened before and who were resurrected from the battle today.

  Antonidas brought several talented Dalaran battle mage captains. Of course, they have also been killed and resurrected by the Lich Lord.

  His Majesty Ryan Wrynn is picky.

   He selected a death guard of thirty people for himself in his son's storm royal guard, and carefully selected a few assassins from MI7's spies.

   In addition to these elite undead and the resurrected death knight, the rest of the weak undead were "abandoned".

   Under the fearful gazes of everyone in the light barrier, Lothar swung down the magic blade in his hand, and the undead who had been endowed with cursed life in this battle fell in unison.

   Like an invisible sickle swept across the entire North County and the entire forest, those undead fell to the ground and returned to their resting postures, as if they had never been resurrected.

   But everyone knows that as long as Lothar wishes, the dead will be resurrected in the next instant to fight for him.

   This miraculous scene silenced the entire valley.

   "Go back and tell those kings and nobles."

  Lothar carried Frostmourne, leaving a cold background for everyone behind him.

   He strode towards the Reaper, using a hollow and indifferent voice as his final reminder to say goodbye.

He says:

   "I, Anduin Lothar, a dead man who made them restless, a tyrant who made them terrified, I will give them a month to prepare, and then I will visit them.

  I will visit them one by one until they become wise and rational.

  The war of the devil is coming, everyone, I just want to win! If you or anyone is holding me back for any reason, you

   is going to die!

  Let's go here today.

  Thank the Lich King for his kindness, I don't have much left of that thing."

   (end of this chapter)