Azeroth Trail of Light

Under the will of the sword-bearer, the death ruling coldly slashed towards Dakuru’s head. The troll crossed his hands with the alien fist blades on both hands, blocking the front of him impermeably, accurately blocking the deadly One hit blocked it.

"boom"

The huge force of the collision came from the hilt, Uther's hands trembled, and the force of death wrapped around his arms and body dissipated the shock that was enough to tear the body. The troll laughed and waved his arms outward. Open, two dazzling blue light blades bloom in the air in front of him, this is his counterattack, sharp and deadly.

The dark bat wings behind Uther rose up, and the light blade hit the bat wings, causing him to take two steps back, while Dakuru took three steps back.

Unlike ordinary trolls, at this time, Dakuru's body, who had received the dark power of the Lich King, had collided and twisted, just like those troll barbarians with extremely large upper bodies, but the difference was that Kuru's body is enlarged in equal proportions, so it doesn't look very weird, but rather huge.

Like other trolls, his waist was humped, but even so, he reached a height of 5 meters. In front of Uther, who was more than 2 meters tall, he was like a giant.

What the Lich King bestows on him is not just death, but also the ability to manipulate dead spirits and frost. Therefore, besides his deep blue skin, the thick layer of frost is like a veil that symbolizes uncleanness. By Dakuru’s side, it’s not just a status symbol. In fact, the frost effect on this layer is more like a halo. Every time Uther approaches Dakuru, he will be severely reduced by this layer of frost. attack speed.

This turned his battle with Dakuru from a surprise attack into a cruel tug-of-war. The two violent energies of darkness and frost have successfully demolished the entire Dazar clone in less than 5 minutes. The top of the fortress, and as the battle progresses, the platforms and ruins on the top of the fortress are becoming bigger and bigger.

Any creature that enters this circle of war can easily shred anything with just a staggered energy impact, but even in a tug-of-war, Uther has the upper hand, and Dakuru’s chest is constantly expanding and beating. His wound, which was torn open by the death ruling, was less than a finger away from his heart.

But there was no blood flowing out of the wound. On the contrary, it was black pus and blood dripping on a messy ground. Obviously, this was the torture brought by the apocalypse.

"Ha...Ha...I won't die in this place!"

Dakuru panted heavily and moved his sore arms. He endured the pain that worked simultaneously on his body and soul, and looked at the silent death knight in front of him. This guy was so powerful that he had never seen him before. It was, even... even comparable to Arthas when he first met. This discovery made Dakuru's body a little trembling.

He always thought that he was on the winning side, but after Uther appeared, his thoughts had faintly started to waver, but he had no turning back, and he would not say anything far away, even if he was right in front of him. The death knight would not let him go so simply.

"I have walked so far, I am already on the dark side, I won't lose! I won't... won't lose!"

"boom!"

Before Dakuru's words were finished, the dark wings behind Uther suddenly opened, like a predator bat, and rushed towards the troll. The blade of the bone sword was covered with sharp barbs. Even if it is only scratched by this vicious weapon, its internal corrosion will rush into the body along the wound, raging crazily.

Dakuru had already tasted that taste once, and he didn't want to taste it again, so he chose to step back. As Dakuru waved his arms, ice blue energy gushed out of his palms and built up in front of him. A thick wall of ice, he certainly didn't expect this wall to block Uther, he just needed to buy a little time!

Yes, it only takes a little time!

The troll turned around and took out a delicate bottle from his arms. There was a blue viscous liquid in it, exuding the smell of magic. It was a mojo, a rare resource of trolls since ancient times... Of course, you It's best not to ask how this thing is made.

He threw the mojo far away and accurately hit the big brazier behind the top of the Dak'Tharon fortress. The mojo poured into it, and the extinguished black brazier was lit at this moment, the blue one. The flame bounced on the brazier, and in just an instant, the flame was two meters high.

Obviously, this is definitely not just an ordinary brazier.

"boom"

The ice wall created by Dakuru couldn't even hinder Uther's advancement. The moment Dakuru turned his head, the ice wall behind him was broken by an unbearable force and turned into complete ice. Sprinkled in all directions.

Uther looked at Dakuru with a trace of cruelty flashing in his eyes. There was an obvious inhalation movement on his chest and abdomen. With the bat wings disappearing in vain at this moment, Dakuru realized that it was not good, but still Before he could react, a bone dragon head composed entirely of frost had appeared above Uther's head.

Along with the death knight's action of spitting out air, the frost dragon also sprayed deadly frost forward. The real frost, the stream of ice condensed by the huge force of death, was only the moment of contact. Kuru’s raised arms were already frozen, and the frost seemed to have his own life, and it continued to spread upward along his arms. In the end, the bone dragon’s head turned into a little frost flower and dissipated. At that time, the wings behind Uther appeared again, and Dakuru, except for his movable head, had already been enclosed in ice.

This is not the same as the storm set off by Sassarian. With Uther's manipulation of death, Dakuru couldn't escape.

In fact, if it weren't for the halo of ice that got in the way, he wouldn't be able to support it at this time.

"boom"

"puff!"

The ice just formed exploded in the next second, and the bone sword that pierced Dakuru's heart. Uther's height plus arm length, plus the length of the blade just made the bone sword pierce. Pierced his heart.

The look of the troll changed drastically at this moment. Before he felt the pain that made his eyes black, he heard Uther's voice. That was the first time he heard his voice after the war began.

"You are scared...then go to death with fear."

"boom!"

Dakuru pushed Uther away with his last strength, and the white bone magic sword also left his wound, but the spray of black blood and the double pain of the creamy poisonous snake gnawing the mind and body made Da Kuru staggered and fell to his knees. He opened his mouth and spit out blood with fragments of internal organs. He clutched his chest as he struggled.

"No... I won't... won't... die."

"Master, master... save... uh..."

Dakuru’s huge body hit this piece of land covered by ice and death. Behind him, Uther put away the bone sword indifferently, but the next moment, he saw the dark blue that had been ignited. Flames, and the power that constantly oscillates in the air.

The wings of the bat behind Uther rose up, completely covering the body, and then quickly retreated, but... it was too late.

A faintly blue blade swung down from the air. Even though Uther had already avoided the range of battle, under the invisible blade that flew out, he blocked the dark bat wings of his front body and set the Buddha. It was easily cut open like butter on a hot table knife.

The death knight held a sword in his left hand and a cross in his right hand, blocking the death ruling above his body, and collided with the invisible blade. At this moment, the ground under Uther's feet was shattered, and even buried in the corner of his foot. Uther's body trembled, but in the end he blocked the blow.

"Fur...Uther, we haven't seen each other for a long time."

A thick and deep voice came out of the air, and a phantom broke through the air and appeared at the top of Dazar Kron's fortress. It was a guy wearing a helmet of dominance and a skeleton armor. It was the master of death. , That was the once king of this land, substantial death screamed behind him, and fear, accompanied by the moment he appeared, had already begun to mourn.

The entire Zudak's cold wind blew at this moment, as if he was welcoming his own king to come, his ice-blue eyes reflected Uther's image, that was substantive hatred.

He will never forget that last time, it was this guy who almost killed him, completely and completely wiped out his soul.

Of course, there is that **** magic sword...

Of course it was not Arthas himself who came here, it was just a phantom that he used to split up with Dakuru’s burning magic spirits, but the sword that he slashed just now was really wielded by him, otherwise Uther’s current level , It is impossible to be hurt by a phantom.

"Alsace! I have been missing you since the last time we separated!"

Uther’s voice became agitated in vain. What became excited together was the magic sword apocalypse in his hand. It felt the breath of the same origin from Frostmourne, and it began to be in Uther. Uther's hand was beating frantically, and the greedy soul hidden in that sword was affecting Uther. After it completely surrendered, this was almost never a situation.

It is ordering him!

It is driving him to fight Alsace, and it has no urgency and wants to "reunite" with his brother.

Presumably Frostmourne in Icecrown Citadel was the same impulse, but neither side holding the sword was a figure that would be affected by this emotion. Uther raised his head and looked at the floating with cold blue eyes. Alsace in the sky,

"You didn't kill me in Naxxramas, Arthas, it's a pity, that was your last chance! I will soon "visit" you, with the most powerful warrior in the whole world, Break through your **** mouse hole, catch you, and strangle you to death!"

"I swear I will do it! And it won't be too long!"

Every word of this voice is gnashing his teeth. It's no wonder that the grievances between the two people are hard to describe clearly in words, but Alsace's reaction to Uther who seems to be dominated by emotions is much colder. , He looked back at Drakuru's body, looking at the wound pierced by the apocalypse, the Lich King shook his head regretfully. Drakuru expected the Lich King to save him, but the poor troll obviously didn't. Knowing that the guy killed by Apocalypse will never be saved.

His soul has become the plaything of that magic sword.

"It's a pity, that's a very useful pawn... but it doesn't matter, guys like him, I still have a lot..."

Arthas' figure slowly faded in the air, and he looked back at Uther again.

"Celebrate this victory, Uther, you will soon have no chance...Angatha will be your final cemetery, you and I know this!"

"I have always known that when your sad soul is tortured and knelt before me begging for forgiveness, I will cruelly reject you... Yes, this is the final outcome of this war, yours, and The souls of other people will be in my bag!"

"Hahahaha, you are walking with death, but unfortunately, that is my ally!"

Alsace's figure finally disappeared in the deep laughter. Uther stood there for a long time. Finally, he raised his head and looked at the entire Zudak from the top of the Dak'Tharon fortress. A few flames jumped in the air. , That is the burning natural disaster floating city.

Obviously, there is still good news coming... They won, that's enough, isn't it?