There was a brief silence in the center of the battlefield. "Renowhy did you do that? Or do you think that if you come here and let me complete my revenge, I will let the small building complex behind you go?" "Hate and misunderstanding have blinded you. Eyes, father! Look at your appearance now Maybe you won't listen to anything I say, just like before." Renault dragged his weapon towards Mograine, who was sitting on the skeleton horse, until his chest was in contact with him. The tip of the sword is close at hand. "But we have another judge who is the most upright and least able to lie. As for whether I am as you imagined let the Ashbringer judge." The next moment, she made the order to be present. An incredible move for everyone. The commander of the Scarlet Crusade took a step forward, allowing the Ashbringer to penetrate the armor and body, revealing the bloody sword tip from his back. But this is not the end. Although her face had gradually turned as pale as a piece of paper, Renault still kept pace until most of the sword blade was completely submerged in her body, and the armor was held up by the gauntlet. "Scarlet Crusaders! Purify this place!" When this not loud but clear command floated across the battlefield, all the Scarlet Crusaders faced Renault at the same time and sent something out of their chests with one hand. One o'clock, two o'clock, ten o'clock Thousands of glowing golden energy left their bodies and drifted slowly towards Renault in the center of the battlefield. Maybe the Scarlet Crusaders are not qualified paladins or qualified priests, but their almost twisted pursuit and paranoia of the holy light caused these weak lights to gradually gather in the air, and eventually turned into a huge sword of holy light that pierced through Renault. "Since the Ashbringer was awakened by the Holy Light from the shadows, if you do this, it should be able to awaken it from the fall, right, Uncle Tirion?" Old Mograine was a step slower in resisting. The roaring holy light did not target him, but blossomed into dazzling new stars on Renault and the Ashbringer. If the Holy Land is the power inspired by hundreds of Paladin heroes, then what is being released now is the Great Reckoning that the Scarlet Crusade is built from almost paranoia and madness, and is condensed by the fanaticism caused by pure human power and the residual sacred atmosphere. "What on earth is she doing? What did Renault tell you?" Witness the whole process. Dalkion, who was stunned with shock, knocked away several players who had no time to dodge and came to the Scarlet Crusaders' position. He grabbed the one with the highest rank among them and asked sternly. "Your Majesty the Commander said that he would end all this with martyrdom He asked us that in order to prevent his body from being contaminated by possible plagues, after the signal is sent, we must use all the holy light to purify his body. ." There was a look of satisfaction on the officer's tired face. ??Twisted. Even in his twitching and sick look, he could not suppress his admiration for Renault. "Uncle Tirion I'll leave it to you, Sally." The white light dissipated, and Renault's figure had disappeared. Mograine's right hand and half of his forearm were turned into pitch-black char-like tissue, while the Ashbringer faded away. It has lost all luster and is suspended in the air. It was vibrating and seemed to scream like life. It seems a little strange. Mograine touched his injury with one hand, and re-grabbed the hilt of the Ashbringer's sword with his almost useless right hand. ¡°Then¡¡± He backed away. With everyone watching, the commander who had been in control of all the undead troops retreated. "You want to betray me, Mograine? Don't forget who brought you back to this world from that cold place!" There was a slight fluctuation in Arthas' cold voice, but judging from her expression, There was nothing she could do about Mograine. "Shut up!" Mograine shouted without giving Arthas any dignity. "If it weren't for the power of that bullshit Lich King. What qualifications do you think you have to drive me, you traitor, Arthas? Always remember, the person in front of you is the Ashbringer, and before that, You are nothing¡ªexcept for that ridiculous identity, you are nothing!¡± Based on her own strength, Arthas is not even qualified to carry Mograine¡¯s shoes, if it weren¡¯t for the huge power that Frostmourne brought to him! Power, even if the Ashbringer is corrupted from wielder to weapon. Mograine is still confident that he can kill this overly idealistic princess within three moves. Since Mograine¡¯s name is bound to the Ashbringer,?After that - no, it should be said that since the moment Mograine was pierced by the Ashbringer, in this world, the soul named Mograine no longer exists in the body, but lives purely with hatred and confusion. The soul within the sword. Even if you fall. The power of the Ashbringer has not been reduced by half. If Mograine didn't still have a little bit of sympathy for his former colleagues, and his escape from becoming the most disgusting thing in his life, Tirion would never have been able to survive the storm. Easily survived the onslaught. Even the Lich King can only control the undead, rather than fighting against the Ashbringer himself. "Very good, very good Mograine! Then just watch and watch how I finish off these nasty guys!" Arthas took a sharp breath and stopped looking. One look at the man who could defy her will. She is only a death knight, not the Lich King yet But if she wants to kill Mograine here, she will not do it unless she has become a fool. But one day it will. "Let me see if your soul is as great as they say, Fording!" Arthas suddenly swung the blue-lighted rune sword down in her hand, urging the skeleton war horse to rush directly towards the Paladin. There is no way to avoid it. As for Lu De and the others beside Tirion, Arthas didn't even look at them - with just one blow, hundreds of players and Silver Dawn soldiers were caught off guard and turned into fragile sculptures that were frozen. "Damn there is no way" Through the distorted sight on the ice, Lu De tried his best to watch the scene on the field. "Arthas! I will not surrender to you!" Tirion adjusted his attack angle, trying his best to avoid the fragile parts of the war hammer coming into contact with Frostmourne. Unfortunately, Alsace didn't seem to want to engage in a power confrontation with him, but just gave him a simple side slash - and then the scarred war hammer ended its life. "I've caught you, Fordring. Give me your soul as well" The black and purple energy grabbed Tirion's neck and lifted him off his horse. "Alsace everything is your conspiracy!" At this moment, Mograine, who had been silent for a long time, suddenly launched a charge on the field. "Nonsense!" Unfortunately, due to the injury to his right arm, Mograine is no longer able to control his weapon well. The Ashbringer was even knocked out of his hand, spinning and standing beside Tirion. Having no choice, Tirion directly pulled out the corrupted sword. Light. It is not a dim candlelight, but as hot as the scorching sun. Morning light rose from Tirion, its dazzling intensity even surpassing that of the noon sun. Even Arthas was knocked back several steps by the impact. "I will definitely I will never give up." Six golden wings of light bloomed from behind Tirion, and together with the source of brilliance in his right hand, it instantly lit up this lifeless world. The body of the re-transformed great sword completely turned into a dazzling white gold color. The skeleton on the sword spine also turned into the purest holy light. The overflowing power alone completely turned the Scourge Legion dozens of yards around into powder. Even the resurrection of the undead could not reawaken these things that could hardly be called corpses. The golden holy light was inspired from the Ashbringer sword like a sharp sword and rushed straight into the sky. Even the smoke clouds that have filled the Plaguelands for many years have been pierced through the cracks. The precious sunlight shines on Tirion through the holes, making the old paladin look particularly majestic. ¡°Arthas¡ªpay the price for what you have done!¡± Tirion, engulfed in holy light, suddenly made a chopping motion. It¡¯s like the creation of the world. The smoke and air above the Ashbringer Plaguelands, which seemed to extend endlessly, swept away all the Scourge in its path, plowing a deep ravine in front of Tirion. With the extended line of the sword tip as the center, all the Scourge Legion within a radius of twenty yards, regardless of their level or quantity, were turned into ashes under the baptism of the Holy Light. The only ones left standing were Alsace, whose armor was in ruins, and the rune sword in his hand that flickered on and off, as if it was about to go out. Frostmourne is indeed powerful, but its material is only Northrend's Saronite. Even after being strengthened by shadow and frost, it is still inferior to the Ashbringer. Tirion is still enjoying the bonus of the Holy Land at this time. It can be said that Frostmourne is already suppressed without being cut off on the spot.It's a pretty sophisticated weapon! The sky, the earth. Even the air seemed to tremble under the power of the blow. The golden light curtain hangs down from the gap between the clouds and is projected on the blade of the Ashbringer, making this weapon that has faded away from evil shine even more brightly, like a new rising sun. "Damn Fording, this matter won't end so easily. Remember this!" At the last moment, Arthas turned away after all, and was not directly affected by the terrifying holy light energy. hit. Even so, the confrontation of just a few seconds caused considerable damage to her, and even the imprisoned players returned to normal. "Wait for me, wait for me, Fording" Due to the outbreak of Ashbringer, the fog shrouding the Eastern Plaguelands has a tendency to dissipate, and sunlight and shadows are gradually projected onto this tormented land. In the land of torture. "What is that?" Someone in the team chasing Tianse asked his own question. In the sky in the northeast, three black flying fortresses, one large, two small, and three small, were suspended there quietly, with bits and pieces of brownish-red mist emerging from their bottoms. But the one in the middle seems a little bit wrong. ?To be precise, it is gradually losing height. "That thing is about to fall! Run!" I don't know who shouted, and the players who woke up began to bump around like headless flies, and even part of the Silver Dawn army also made a little commotion. "Hmph See you later, Fording." Taking advantage of this opportunity, Arthas turned around and evacuated into the distance along the path opened by the Ashbringer.