Azeroth Shadow Trail

   Chapter 1361 111. Wake up! This is not the Gate of Wrath!

   "Om"

  The light transmitted in a large area lit up above the city wall of the North County Monastery, and as the magic vibration slowed down, the people who were frightened by Lothar appeared from the light.

   But they soon realized that they were not free from the Lich King's realm of power.

   The Coalition of Order, which was able to fight the invading undead before, has now fallen into an absolute disadvantage, and the undead commanded by Yrel felt the call of Frostmourne and the Lich King.

   They became very violent, almost crushing the paladins and soldiers led by Turalyon under the city wall in a sweeping posture.

   And the interior of the North County Monastery, which was originally controlled by the Allied Forces of Order, has also been turned upside down by Frostmourne, and the undead who have been awakened continuously from the cemetery of the monastery joined the battle from the rear.

   Those who have just been awakened are wearing armors of various eras, and their strength is obviously much stronger than the undead outside.

   This is also normal.

  The deceased who can be buried in the Northshire Abbey after death are either the great nobles of Stormwind City, or the generals and commanders who have made great achievements in the pioneering history of Stormwind Kingdom.

   And the most buried in this holy cemetery are the human warriors who died fighting against aliens in the seven-year orc war.

   The combat power of these guys is no joke.

  They were pulled back from death to the material world by Frostmourne, and at the moment of their resurrection, they became the most powerful Chargers under the Lich King Lothar.

   They hardly need to learn and adapt, and they have become excellent death knights when they open their eyes under the tyrannical death aura. This scene will definitely make the big lord Ravencase cry with envy.

   In terms of the number of people, the elves are really too stretched.

   The entire Black Raven Chapter, plus the support staff, is not as many as the death knights that Lothar produced in less than a few minutes.

   They were surrounded.

   The violent undead in the front and the rear squeezed towards the Coalition of Order from both directions, and the news detected by the Griffon Knights was even more desperate.

   The undead are rising from graveyards all over Elwynn Forest.

   Their numbers are colliding every minute and every second, and they are all rushing towards the Northshire Abbey.

quantity?

The concept of    quantity becomes a real joke at this moment.

   The number of undead has exceeded the limit they can imagine, and they are still expanding, ten times? hundred times?

   Wanting to win now is an outright false proposition.

   Even the most determined paladins had nothing but despair left in their hearts when faced with such a number.

  If Velen and Fao were not strong enough, and the Holy Light Barrier held up was tough enough, these warriors wouldn't even think of holding on until now with such a terrifying numerical disadvantage.

   "Lothar was controlled by the magic sword, he resurrected His Majesty Ryan, and brutally killed Master Antonidas, our war is over.

   We failed. "

  The Sun King said in a lost tone to the Pope who supported the Holy Light Barrier on the city wall:

  "We can't stay here. Lothar, who holds Frostmourne, has become a difficult enemy for us to fight. We must retreat first, and then find a way to figure out the weakness of this death force.

   Staying here will only wipe us out. "

   "They won't let us go."

  Fao heard the terrifying news that made people desperate. He sighed and drew a religious symbol on his chest, and then looked down at the Paladins who were still fighting outside the barrier.

   In the face of the sea of ​​undead surging in front of him, the persistence of the Holy Light Warriors seemed so pale.

   They constantly swayed the holy light to burn down the undead in front of them, but no matter how hard they tried, the number of undead still did not decrease in the slightest.

   The Pope clenched the scepter in his hand and whispered:

   "Someone must stay here to attract the attention of the undead, and only a spellcaster like you can bring these precious powers out under the siege.

  I will stay!

   I will try to purify Lothar and the magic sword in his hand, you go! Break out now! "

  Fao turned his head to look at Velen beside him, and said:

   "Your Excellency the Prophet, I'm sorry to have you involved in this terrible incident. As the leader of the draenei, you cannot be in danger on our land, so retreat.

   This monastery is a sacred place for mankind, and someone must sacrifice for it. "

   "There is no need to talk about sacrifice now."

   Velen shook his head, the draenei looked around and said:

   "I did not see my death in the prophecies about me, nor did I see Northshire Abbey occupied by death as a place of evil.

  In Azeroth I have seen, the ravages of the undead are not here, and today is not the time of the demise of the Kingdom of Stormwind. We have indeed failed.

   But that doesn't mean we've lost hope.

  Fao, my companion.

  You should have some confidence in Lord Anduin Lothar. As far as I know, that magic sword can indeed lead to corruption, but its mind distortion is not mandatory.

   As long as Lord Lothar's will is strong enough, he can control the magic sword born from death in turn. "

   "I'm not questioning you, Prophet."

  The Sun King looked in the direction of the monastery building, he shook his head and said:

   "But what I saw just now is not like this. Lothar is no longer similar to the tough and great soul in my memory. He has become dark and cruel."

   "That's just an appearance!"

   Velen said in a deep voice:

   "I have enough say in the power of that sword, the Sun King, the demons brought that sword into Draenor, and I, the first sword bearer they chose.

   It was Blake's help that set me free from my fallen doom.

   Actually, on this matter, I prefer Blake's statement that he does want to help, but the method he uses cannot be accepted by others.

   That's all. "

   "You draenei's understanding of 'help' is really interesting."

   The Sun King sneered.

   He didn't have a good opinion of the draenei.

  Everything that happened in Draenor had been sent back to Silvermoon by his son Kael'thas, and the Sun King knew that the great demon of the Burning Legion had something to do with the prophet in front of him.

  Despite their parting ways, the draenei cannot be fully trusted to a cautious ruler like the Sun King.

   He did not argue with the Prophet anymore, but called the surrounding Phoenix mages to approach, preparing to release a large-scale teleportation technique to send the warriors here out of the hopeless North County Abbey.

  Beyond the city walls, the great knight Turalyon was panting on his great royal sword, which made a paladin like him so tired, showing the anxiety of this battle.

   But the great knight will still fight with high spirits, because by his side there is Lady Alleria Windrunner helping him.

  The Ranger General of Silvermoon City took the elite Farstriders to help the Paladins defend their positions, and any undead who approached would be smashed to pieces with magical arrows.

   But things like arrows are not enough to kill the dead at all, which leads to the always brave Farstrider Rangers being a bit blinded.

   "We have to retreat, Turalyon!"

  Alleria, holding the Windrunner family warbow, shot multiple arrows, knocking down a large number of undead that rushed in front of her, and wielding the elven sword to cut off their heads.

   She turned back and shouted to Turalyon:

   "Get your knights back, we'll block their paths with hunting bombs and so on! What's that in the sky?"

  The heroic Ranger General pointed to the sky, and the very tired Turalyon raised his head and saw a figure wrapped in anger falling from the sky.

   "That's Your Majesty Dai Lin! What's wrong with him? Why was he beaten like this?"

   The paladin exclaimed.

With the sword in hand, he was about to rush in the direction where Dai Lin fell to help, but the admiral looked miserable and actually had the strength to fight. Before landing, he used the skill of heroic jumping, jumping twice in a row from the sea of ​​​​dead Came to the position of the Holy Knights.

   At this time, Dai Lin was very miserable.

   His armor was tattered, his beard was half shaved, and even his hair was **** and messy.

   This is a defeat?

   Before Turalyon could ask a question, Dai Lin snorted and said:

   "I didn't lose. At most I didn't win. What happened next? Why did so many undead rush out of the monastery? Did Black bring the magic sword into the valley?"

   "Marshal Lothar. He has."

  Turalyon shook his head, ignoring the sadness and said to the fire-breathing anger Daelin in his eyes:

   "This is not the time to say this, the Sun King is preparing to retreat and we must get out of this place before the undead overwhelm us.

   Our knowledge of the power of death is too shallow to counter the power of Frostmourne. "

   "You cowards who only run away!"

   Dai Lin cursed.

   With his friendship with Lothar, he couldn't accept that so many people came here but still let Lothar fall into the dark **** ending.

   In the burning anger, the admiral rushed to the city wall and saw Varian Wrynn, who was sluggishly sitting there and being taken care of by Arthas.

   The expression of the child king at this moment is really hard to describe, but his heartbroken eyes made the hard-hearted Dai Lin sigh in her heart.

The admiral strode forward, grabbed the painful Varian, and took the Shield of Aggramar from his hand. The moment this titan relic fell into the admiral's hand, blue energy surged from it. Move out.

   A heavy majesty was exerted around him. Dai Lin grabbed her command knife and scolded Varian next to him:

   "Showing such an expression when faced with such a thing! How can you save your two fathers like this? How do you deal with the lawless rebel in my family?

  You two, bring your weapons!

follow me!

  I will take you to meet Lothar and Blake. Even if you want to escape, you have to fight in an upright manner! "

   "No, don't go, Dad."

  Little Jaina saw that her father was a little over the top, and hurriedly rushed over and grabbed Dai Lin's wrist, she pleaded with a tone that was about to cry:

   "You can't beat them, Dad, don't be impulsive, let's retreat first, okay?"

"To shut up!"

   Admiral Dai Lin's manly temperament was seriously damaged by his daughter's words.

   He stubbornly took the Titan Aegis and jumped off the city wall. This thing is the pillar of creation. The destructive power that can be created in the right hands is far beyond the imagination of others.

Dai Lin charged forward with a heavy shield. Every powerful shield attack would cause a burst of titan energy in the original place. The death knights awakened by Frostmourne were indeed powerful, but they were completely unable to resist this. Inhuman power.

   Seeing the admiral rushing into the direction of the monastery alone, Arthas glanced at the anxious Jaina, the little prince gritted his teeth, mentioned his Lionheart Killer, and rushed down.

  Varian saw that Arthas was so brave, and the boy king clenched his fists.

   He really couldn't accept that his biological father and adoptive father had become dark undead today, so he jumped with the sword and shield that snatched the king's guard around him.

   This immediately set off a chain reaction.

   All the people who were frightened by Lothar before were all heroic warriors, who can take this anger?

   With Dai Lin taking the lead, they screamed and followed the admiral and rushed to the battlefield again.

   Especially the dwarf Kurdran Wildhammer and fellow warrior Danas Trollbane who came to support, these two guys rode on the gryphon and shouted and followed.

  Dailyn is right.

   Whether you can beat it or not, you have to play it before you know it! Now just shrugging its tail and running away, who would want to?

   "Anduin Lothar! You coward who succumbed to darkness!"

   Dai Lin charged with a group of warriors, and roared towards the deadly and cold monastery hall:

"The Lothar in my memory will never bow to despair, nor will he regard the so-called power as the hope of salvation! The Lothar I know may have died, and he has entered the fire in Dalaran. Warrior's Paradise!

   All that exists here is a rat who stole his body and name!

   A sadly failed soul!

  You get out of here!

   In front of me, speak out all your dark thoughts! "

   "Bang!"

   Dai Lin's provocation was answered almost immediately.

  The closed door of the monastery covered with frost shattered and shattered in the next moment, and Lothar, holding Frostmourne, walked out of the darkness step by step.

  Behind him, King Ryan Wrynn, who was holding a burial sword, and Antonidas, who had been transformed into a lich, followed him one by one.

   But Blake was nowhere to be seen, which made Dai Lin's eyes tighten.

   "You call me a coward? Are you going to bring me judgment?"

  Lothar walked out of the monastery and asked in a low, hoarse tone:

   "Dailene Proudmoore, I've given you a chance to leave, but it's good for you to come back to challenge the Lich King's majesty. I'll show you what blood is like!

  What is fearful! "

   The blade of the magic sword in his hand drooped down, and waves of blue death aura poured into the ground.

   In the next instant, the ground rolled, and hundreds of skeletons roared and climbed out of the ground, surrounding the group of people who followed Dai Lin.

   "At this time, there should be a guy rushing up and being knocked out by Lothar's sword."

   Black, who was hiding in the shadows next to him, watched the confrontation between the two sides. He whispered, and he didn't know whether his crow's mouth was too strong, or his fate was unstoppable.

In short, in the next second, under the pirate's round eyes, Dai Lin roared, grabbed the sword and shield and rushed towards Lothar, as if she really wanted to shoot Lothar from the darkness of madness with the Pillar of Creation in her hand. Awake.

   The result, of course, is predictable.

"boom"

   There was a loud noise, and while Blake covered his eyes and couldn't bear to look directly, Dai Lin flew upside down at a faster speed, and smashed Arthas behind him to the ground.

  The strength of Lothar, who holds Frostmourne, has swelled to a terrifying level. The Shield of Aggramar can protect Daelin from being hurt, but he wants to win.

   Basically impossible.

"enough!"

  Lothar sneered and took the sword to take Daelin's life, but Varian shouted and rushed out, spreading his arms to block between Lothar and Daelin, his eyes were red and he shouted:

   "Father! Enough!

   I believe that there is a heart beating that belongs to Anduin Lothar under this dark exterior. I believe that death brings you more than ruthless strength.

   I believe you did not wake up from your slumber to destroy the land you love and the people you have protected all your life

   I believe Anduin Lothar is alive, and I believe we can wake him up.

  Stop it.

  Please, stop! "

   What responded to Varian was an incomparably cold howling blow. The heavy frost knocked the child king to the ground like a heavy punch, and half of his body was frozen in ice.

The    cry of killing also sounded at this moment, and the heroes rushed to save Varian's life.

"Anduin Lothar in your memory is dead, and only the Lich King exists. There is only one thing I regret, my sacrifice has not brought any change to you, it is still full of The strife of the living world disgusts me."

   But the child king heard Lothar's response, and one of his hearts sank to the valley:

"Varian, poor Varian, your weakness is so disappointing, your thirst for peace has turned you from a lion to a sheep. I ask you, from the pain of my past, you really have nothing Didn't you learn?"

   (end of this chapter)