Azeroth Trail of Light

Alexstrasza stood on the top floor of the Temple of Wyrmrest. The left hand of this graceful queen was leaning on a stone pillar like a ruin. This is the top floor of the tower destroyed by Arthas and Sindragosa’s last raid. With starlight eyes that let the Buddha penetrate space and time, she looked at the dark Icecrown Glacier and seemed to hear the last, desperate, dragon roar full of fierce and viciousness.

The falling snow in Dragonbone Wilderness was abruptly thicker at this moment, and seemed to be making a sad footnote to this dragon roar.

The queen closed her eyes, and just now, she witnessed the final fall of a contemporaneous compatriot.

"Sindragosa is dead! She died in the hands of 5 mortals..."

The voice of the life-binder spread all over the top of the tower, and that voice stopped Malygos's work, who was busy preparing something, but then, the King of Blue Dragon continued to manipulate the mana line. prepared by.

The queen turned her head in surprise. She looked at her brother, Malygos, who was the most manic in memory. At this moment, he was silent as if he had been silenced. He turned his back to Alexstrasza, and kept on. Wrap the magic line in the air with your fingers, let it wind up little by little and accumulate little by little.

The most violent magic power in the world, in the hands of Malygos, is like the gentlest ball of thread, allowing him to change its shape.

A few seconds later, the queen’s voice sounded again,

"If you want to avenge Sindragosa, go, Malygos, no one will blame you..."

"Do not"

The old blue dragon spit out a word indifferently, and then shook his head, "My wife died ten thousand years ago... That creature is just a sad silhouette, and Arthas is just a sad man lost in fate. I... I should let go of my hatred, and I have more important things to do... I have wasted ten thousand years, and I can't continue."

"Enough! My brother!"

Alexattas’ left hand was placed on Malygos’s shoulder, and the old blue dragon’s body was trembling slightly. Obviously, he was not as calm as he looked on the surface.

"We are relatives, and your anger and sadness can't be hidden from me... Go ahead, don't suppress your anger in your heart."

The Red Dragon Queen closed her eyes, her voice low, like a real sister, "We are about to start a new war, and we are about to face the most powerful mind controller in the world. Before that, you must Clear all your negative emotions... Arthas hurt you, go get revenge, this time, we are on your side!"

Malygos was silent, but after a while, he began to compose the magic power in his hand again.

"No...not yet...Alsace will see my anger...not yet time."

On the other side, just as Dick rushed into Icecrown Citadel with the Paladins and Death Knights, on the edge of the second-story black iron tower of the western wall of Icecrown Citadel, a group of people rushed to their battlefield.

Prager, the dwarf warlock, is their leader. Riding on the shoulders of his angry guardian demon, he constantly follows the guidance of the light ball in his hand. In this dark, labyrinth-like place, there is no way forward. Looking for something before the dark iron wall.

Behind him is Kael'thas with a golden phoenix flying on his shoulders and wearing a scarlet robe, holding Jaina from the original and Liadrin who is carrying Dragon Summon and AL on his back. Ronin with the weird sheep's head staff, and Khadgar with the guardian's staff on his back.

The top mage of Yishui.

These wizards who are most knowledgeable about magic in Azeroth gathered together, and naturally they weren't here for sightseeing. Everything came from the news that Prager brought back.

Regarding Frostmourne, the evil land that contains endless remnants of souls is linked together, the deepest secret fortress hidden in Arthas, the source of his power-the soul melting pot!

"Give me some time, I'm about to find it!"

Prager wiped the sweat from his face on the shoulders of the devil. The light ball in his hand was part of the soul and memory of his old friend. In the case of urgent matters, Prager could not. If you don't do it, this seems to be evil enough.

But not everyone has enough patience. The King of the Sunstrider raised his brows, and his left hand rubbed the hilt of the Pride of the Sunstrider in an impatient manner. This posture is not like Kyle. The posture that Sass would have made this always extremely sensible ruler so anxious, it must be a real big thing.

"I gave up the opportunity to take revenge on Arthas... not to see you playing tricks here, warlock!"

After 2 minutes, the King of the Sunstrider lost his patience completely. His cold voice made Prager squeeze the soul group in his hand. It was probably too hard, and the soul flew away in the palm of his hand. Grid's eyes widened, but in the next moment, the purple soul did not immediately dissipate, but under the traction of a certain force, it penetrated into the tightly closed and seamless Saronite Iron on the left side of the crowd. In the wall.

Now, everyone knows what to do.

"Ah! There... I just said... I knew... No wonder the guy said that only his own soul can open the door! It turned out to be that way! We have to follow the direction of his soul returning to the soul furnace! I'm really... too stupid. Up!"

Prager patted his head sharply, and was about to go forward to find the door. As a result, Kael'thas, who was unwilling to waste time, slammed forward two steps, pressed his left hand against the wall, and frowned. , Said to everyone,

"There is a weird space behind, all back, I'll explode it!"

Said that there was a terrifying lava fireball in his hand, but the next moment, it was stopped by Khadgar again, the veteran and respectful mage said loudly,

"Calm down, Sun King, it might be dangerous to destroy it so brutally!"

"Danger?"

Kael'thas, who had completely lost his composure, turned his head suddenly. In those handsome eyes, there was a touch of dangerous madness. Obviously, behind this wall, there was something that he could not tolerate. He The hatred for that thing even surpassed Alsace!

"I have crossed a distance of tens of thousands of miles and came here just for this moment! Dalkhan, the **** who nearly destroyed my country, killed my father, and almost destroyed everything about me, is on this wall. Behind... In order to kill him, I don't care about any danger!"

"boom"

As soon as Kael'thas's words fell, two groups of fireballs spun out, no less than the lava fireball in his hand. The big fireball hit the steel wall next to him head-on, and the scorching temperature completely destroyed the steel. It melted and opened a channel that could allow one person to pass through, and there was still steel juice dripping in liquid form on the edge of the channel that quickly cooled down.

Ronin, carrying a sheep's head staff, walked forward with an indifferent expression. When he came to Kael'thas, he said to the Sun King,

"It's a coincidence... For the sake of the existence behind this, Dalaran does not hesitate any danger."

Ronin lowered his head and entered the tunnel, followed by Jaina, Liadrin, and Kael'thas with the same cold face. Khadgar with an inexplicable face pulled the Warlock Prager low before entering the passage. Asked,

"What's behind this wall? Why are these best mages like crazy?"

Prager glanced at Khadgar. This archmage has been in Draenor for these years. He is not familiar with everything that happened in Azeroth, but based on the principle that one more friend is good, the warlock of the city. Then explained it in detail for him,

"Darkhan is an elf traitor who colluded with the devil to invade Silvermoon City. I heard that with the original defense of Quel'Thalas, the undead is unlikely to capture that city, but Dalkhan attracted the devil in the city. , Resulting in Silvermoon City is still in ruins, a large number of demons are entrenched there, the Sun King’s father also died under the sword of Arthas...So for the Sun King, Dalkhan is more than Alsace. Hateful guy, he is forgiven for pursuing revenge, uh...actually when he is normal, he is a generous and wise ruler, and I am willing to deal with him."

"What about Ronin and Jaina? I don't think they have been very happy recently."

Hearing Khadgar’s question, Prager couldn’t help but roll his eyes. He asked Khadgar as he walked in the dark tunnel.

"Aren't you also an archmage from Dalaran? Don't you know the grievances between Dalaran and Arthas? You should know better than me!"

"Uh... I have a little... gap with them, and I only returned to Dalaran before the war. I know that Dalaran was captured by Alsace, but Ronin is not a person who loses his mind because of hatred. I almost I grew up with him, I know this!"

"That's because you don't know the latest news!"

Prager pointed madly at the foolish egg in front of him, and said loudly, "Alsace has resurrected the dead master Antonidas and enslaved his soul! Now you understand the anger of Mr. Ronin and His Royal Highness Jaina. Where did it come from?"

"Ah! This **** bastard!"

After Khadgar heard the shocking news, Pinghe’s face also showed anger, even though he was not very close to Dalaran because of Medivh’s reasons, and in recent times, he has been Staying in the Broken Isles, dealing with the remaining affairs of Suramar, really has no time to pay attention to others.

But when he first entered Dalaran, he was also taken care of by Antonidas. He respected the respectable old man in his heart. He also knew that Ronin and Jaina regarded Antonidas as his father. To look at.

Now, Arthas actually enslaved Antonidas' soul... No wonder they were so angry.

"Alsace... it's hard to imagine that such a guy would appear on this planet! It's really unbearable!"

Khadgar shook his head. He stepped forward and stood with Ronin and Jaina. He whispered to them,

"Sorry, I didn't know just now..."

Ronin glanced at him, "Kadgar, forget the gap between Medivh and Dalaran, I only ask you one question, we...Dalaran needs your help now...are you willing to help us?"

"of course!"

Khadgar patted Ronin on the shoulder, his slightly old face was full of the same hatred, "I am obliged, as for other things, let the master's soul rest in peace."

"it is good!"

Ronin nodded like an iceberg. After ten seconds, everyone walked to a fork. There were three roads in front of them. Prager stepped forward and explained to the wizards in detail.

"On the left is the Soul Forge, where Master Antonidas is standing, and on the far right is the Hall of Reflection. According to what my old friend said before his death, Dalkhan was there to take care of the real powerful souls for the Lich King, and Sa in the middle. Long Mine, basically there is no need to go to that place, that is where Arthas builds weapons for his elite army."

Prager scratched his head and added a sentence.

"It is said that both the Soul Forge and the Hall of Reflection have some connection with Frostmourne, so we better destroy both places!"

"Well... I did smell the smell of Dalkhan!"

Kael'thas let out a sigh of relief, a crystal in his hand smashed in front of him, a portal opened in place, and on the other side, Jaina also opened a portal.

Fully armed elven spellbreakers, the most elite Firewing Guards, and Arcanists from Syndra stepped out of Kael’thas’s portal, on the other side were the battle mages of Dalaran, and the magic Swordsman.

Kael'thas gestured to Ronin.

"We go to the right, and I will do my best to eliminate the high-level necromancers and persist until Alsace's death. Good luck, the Avengers of Dalaran, and mourn for me to Master Antonidas."

Ronin nodded.

"I wish you all the best, Sun King...Today, Dalaran and Arthas are destined to fall!"

Pugla didn't know where he should go. He came to report after Odoza's mission was over. It was just because of the speculation of speculators. Now it seems that he can only choose one of the two thick legs. In the end, Kai Elsas helped him make a choice.

"Come with me, Warlock, I'm very satisfied with your information... After the war, you can go to Quel'Thalas anytime to get what you deserve... Now, it's time for the traitor to taste the punishment. You are right The soul is very researched, right... do me a favor in a while and get me the soul of that bastard!"

The cold language made Prager couldn’t help but shudder. He looked around and saw that the most powerful forces in the entire world were using their own methods to defeat Alsace. It seemed that the darkness that once threatened the world Shadow, is destined to fall today.

At this time, Prager was most fortunate that he was on the side of victory.