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- "boom!"
In the city of Lordaeron, a dilapidated two-story building collapsed, sending up smoke, dust and rubble all over the sky.
As for Old Tang, who was the culprit of all this, he did not even have a moment to appreciate his "power of a hammer". Instead, he quickly turned around, kicked the ground hard, and jumped ten yards away in a vertical leap.
Sure enough, in the next second, the position where Old Tang was just now was swallowed up by a swarm of putrid insects that seemed to cover the sky and the sun.
The Dread Lord¡¯s specialty: the Rotten Swarm!
The scavenging beetles, which are about the size of a human thumb, flutter their elytra and show off their ferocious mouthparts in groups. Whenever a swarm of insects passes by, whether it is a human warrior wearing strong armor or a walking corpse that is rotting and oozing pus, all the flesh and blood on the body will be devoured in an instant, leaving only a bloody bone and the scalp. The numbing sound of chewing
Once again, after escaping Balnazzar's retaliatory counterattack, Old Tang casually dismissed a few undead natural disasters that rushed towards him. He had raised his head and frowned as he watched them flashing around in mid-air, showing off their power. big bat.
Balnazzar is quite powerful, not far behind the former Nazturam leaders such as Anersalon and Tichondrius. But when it comes to crushing Old Tanghe really doesn't have that ability.
After all, compared to the fierce men like Mannoroth and Archimonde, Balnazar is not even a bit inferior. Facing a hero-level challenger, Big Bat is still unable to ravage one-sidedly. On the contrary, if it were a head-on battle, Old Tang might really be able to beat him to death
"It's a pity that Balnazzar is a Dread Lord Those bat wings with a wingspan of four to five meters are not useless decorations.
With the advantage of flying, as long as Balnazar plays more cautiously, the possibility of failure and death can be basically eliminated. At least if he wants to escape, Old Tang really has no way to stop this big bat.
What's more, although the Dreadlords are also good at melee combat, in the final analysis, these big bats still rely on long-range attacks such as fel spells and psychic powers to make a living.
It has a flying advantage against such a one. A long-range "spell caster" who can widen the fighting distance at any time, and is agile and able to evade attacks flexibly. It's no wonder that Old Tang, who has always believed in "power can produce miracles", feels a headache and is helpless.
After all, no matter how abnormal Old Tang¡¯s strength is, how exquisite his fighting skills are, and how powerful his attack power is, if he fails to hit the target in the end, it will still be in vain.
Well, the lack of long-range attack methods is an eternal pain in the heart of Old Tang, a magic idiot. Except for the half-baked "exorcism" that I had figured out by myself. Old Tang can only rely on throwing javelins to show off As for the arrogant and stupid idea of ??trying to destroy Balnazar with this method Old Tang should still think about how to use the wings of the big bat. It¡¯s more practical to remove it!
? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? Old Tang is not fighting alone! (Why do I feel like Huang Jianxiang is possessed at this moment)
Once again, he turned over to avoid the rain of shadow arrows fired by Balnazzar. Old Tang didn't even look at the pits on the ground corroded by the shadow energy. Not to be outdone or having no other choice, he responded with a half-hearted exorcism from the big bat. Magic light bomb.
Old Tang¡¯s counterattack was not intended to hurt anyone, it was just to make Balnazzar make a dodge and create an opportunity for another "teammate" to attack.
As expected, Balnazzar subconsciously dodged the expulsion of the evil spell. Three consecutive rays of holy light sword light have been aimed at the neck of the Dread Demon King in mid-air from behind and chopped off the bases of his wings.
Ashbringer, Mograine!
"Compared to Old Tang, a half-hearted daywalker who became a monk on the way, Old Mograine is a serious and veteran paladin. Understanding and immersion in the Way of Holy Light. The difference between the two is like the difference between Ghost Mist Peak and Mount Hyjal. In addition, the divine weapon Ashbringer is no less powerful than the Titan's Warhammer
If Balnazzar was only slightly wary when faced with Old Tang's crude exorcism technique, now he was facing Mograine's fierce attack. The big bat had to concentrate and deal with it in a panic.
With his wings vibrating continuously, Balnazzar dodged the Ashbringer's surprise attack with a strange movement, rolled sideways and dived onto the roof of a two-story building. But before the big bat could make the next counterattack, there were three more jet-black metal javelins with a shrill scream. The finished glyph shot towards his body.
The javelins carefully crafted by these tauren blacksmiths must be made of fine steel. The bladed spear tip of the heavy javelin, which is more than one meter long and weighs more than 30 pounds, is cold and cold under the moonlight. Although it is not a magic weapon, and the material cannot be compared with special metals such as thorium and fine gold, it changed after Old Tang.With the blessing of huge power, even a solid city wall can be completely penetrated or even penetrated completely. Its power cannot be underestimated.
Balnazzar is not an idiot, nor is he a rookie on the battlefield. He has already accumulated unimaginable combat experience after conquering countless planes with the Burning Legion.
The wings of the Dread Lord are not only a tool for flying, but also an excellent means of protection. The wings are closed to protect the whole body, and it is difficult for them to be harmed by ordinary arrows, knives and axes.
But at this moment, Balnazzar was keenly aware of the terrifying kinetic energy contained in the three javelins. Looking at the three arrows flashing in mid-air, Balnazar had no idea of ??resisting. Without even the slightest hesitation, he pulled away with both feet and returned to the air to create distance.
¡°But through a series of close cooperation, Old Tang and Mograine managed to force him back to the ground. How could they let the tiger return to the mountain and let Balnazzar get his wish?
Just after leaping less than half a meter from the ground, a large hatchet with shining holy light was already slashing from top to bottom.
"Chi!"
The feeling of the sword cutting down the entity shocked old Mograine. The hands holding the Ashbringer tightened their strength again, and the three-meter-tall body of the big bat in front of him swerved backwards like a cat whose tail had been stepped on. But Balnazar's ordeal is far from over.
"Puff puff!"
With several muffled sounds like sharp blades piercing leather, Old Tang's javelin penetrated the Dread Lord's body without any delay, leaving three horrific bloody holes in his lower abdomen and thighs.
It¡¯s a pity that due to the positional changes caused by the battle between Mograine and Balnazzar, the javelin was not as accurate as expected, and missed the key points such as the head, chest, wings and other points that Tang originally aimed at. The throwing that pursued too much power and speed allowed the javelin to be wrapped in huge force and directly pierced the body of the Dread Lord without getting stuck between the flesh and bones. Indirectly weakening the lethality of the javelin
¡°Ouch~~~¡±
?????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? By the time Old Tang jumped onto the roof with his war hammer, Balnazzar, who had been able to attack with ease between the two before, was already in an extremely embarrassed state.
Between the broken boards and rubble, the Dread Lord slowly stood up with multiple wounds all over his body.
Facing Mograine's sharp slashes, Balnazzar, who was unable to escape in mid-air, raised a pair of iron claws and tried to parry the Ashbringer's blade without waiting.
But even if the Dread Lord used the force of the collision to release his force and retreat in the first moment of the fight, he still had to pay the heavy price of having three of his fingers cut off. Not only was the armor made of unknown material on his body neatly cut open. It even left a bloody sword wound between the chest and abdomen.
On the lower abdomen and right thigh. Three terrifying blood holes were gurgling dark green blood outwards. The dripping blood even corroded the solid masonry into large and small depressions and pits, and white smoke was emitting. That was the old man's blood. Tang's three-pole javelin was given as a "gift" to him.
A series of dizzying blows have left the Dread Lord in a miserable physical condition, and he will no longer be as glorious as before
"You have to pay for this!"
The severe pain made Balnazar almost go crazy. Looking at Old Tang and the others who were being flanked on both sides and approaching quickly, the Dread Demon King roared angrily. The few remaining fingers connected together, and a pair of fleshy palms flew up and down, tracing a mysterious trajectory.
¡°Stop him!!!¡±
Old Tang couldn¡¯t figure out Balnazar¡¯s specific strength. But this did not prevent Old Tang from raising the danger level of this big bat to the highest standard. Not to mention the warning signs that crisis awareness frequently heralds. Just the posture of the Dread Lord in chanting and casting spells at this time was enough to stop Old Tang from being careless or negligent.
No wonder Old Tang was so nervous, considering the powerful spells like Rotten Bee Swarm and Shadow Arrow Rain just now. Big bats can cast spells instantly. With such strength to cast a spell that requires chanting, how can the power be ignored?
The convoluted and obscure demonic incantations resounded continuously on the battlefield. Seeing Balnazzar posing as if he was casting a spell, Old Tang shouted loudly to remind the Scarlet Lord, and at the same time, he launched a charge. The whole person fit in and rushed over.
Charge, as a soldier's special skill, is naturally very familiar to Old Tang. Within a few dozen yards, the old Tang could run past like lightning in an instant. But this time, when Old Tang rushed to Balnazar's side and was within three arms' distance, a violent feeling of dizziness and powerlessness suddenly struck him.
My eyelids seem to be getting heavier and heavier.?My originally clear mind also became muddled. Not to mention taking a few more steps to swing the hammer and interrupt the big bat's spellcasting. At this moment, Old Tang didn't even have the strength to stand firm and maintain his balance. Even because it was unable to carry its capacity, the war hammer weighing a thousand kilograms slumped to the ground, smashed through the stone roof, and fell into the abandoned and dilapidated building
Hypnosis!
With the only clear mind left in Old Tang's mind, he subconsciously thought of the Dread Demon King's unique skill that he had ignored.
In the previous battle, I don¡¯t know whether it was due to the limitation of the casting distance or Balnazar¡¯s deliberate reservation. This big bat move was not used at all, so Old Tang, who had no experience in fighting the Dread Lord, accidentally forgot about this move. But at this moment, it was suddenly used, and Old Tang, who was unprepared in advance, was instantly hit.
¡°Bang!¡±
And realizing his carelessness, Old Tang clung to the last bit of clarity in his mind, desperately gathering the power of the sun flames in his body, trying to use the Holy Shield to lift the magic cast by Balnazzar on his body. But at this moment, a strong impact, accompanied by a collision sound, came from behind instantly!
Old Tang, who was suddenly attacked, spat out a large mouthful of blood before he even had time to react. He rolled several times and staggered to the ground!
Before Old Tang could recover, the attackers were already chasing him.
A sharp long sword has been aimed at Old Tang¡¯s neck and slashed in the air!
Blood-red anger filled the sword body, as thick as substance
*******
"You recognize this sword, right?"
"Butcher!"
In the biting cold wind of Northrend, that voice was still clear and loud, full of hatred.
Raising one hand high, he ordered the undead army behind him to stop. Arthas narrowed his eyes slightly and turned around when he heard the familiar voice.
"I have to admit. After our last farewell to Quel'Thalas, I'm a little surprised to see you having the guts to appear in front of me again, Kaizi."
The Elf Prince is just around the corner.
His gold and red clothes looked as bright as blood against the pale and merciless snow. He stood tall and looked arrogant, his staff stuck in the snow in front of him, staring straight at Arthas, and the power of magic crackled around him.
"Where is your tauren helper? Has he abandoned you?" He looked around carefully and didn't see the few figures he expected. A sarcastic look gradually appeared on Alsace's face.
"Or do you think you can escape from me alone without the help of others? Kaizi After experiencing so much, you are still as arrogant and arrogant as ever. It's really stupid and cute!"
Behind the Elf Prince were not the pointed-eared elves he had slaughtered, nor the burly and rugged tauren reinforcements but a group of Kul Tiran naval officers who could not hide their anger. This made Alsace, who had suffered losses at the hands of Old Tang, breathe a sigh of relief unnoticed.
Although Arthas was a little surprised that this group of "sea fish" appeared together with the Elf Prince, the death knight had already begun to look at Kael'thas with hatred on his face with interest. And the long sword that was slowly drawn out by the Elf Prince.
"I found it and recast it."
The Elf Prince's tone did not fluctuate at all, as if he didn't care about the Death Knight's reaction at all. He narrated to himself: "And today, I will use him to pierce your heart and cut off your head!"
The sword is wrapped in rich flames. In the biting cold wind, the air around the sword seemed to be distorted.
Flame Strike!
Yes, Arthas knew the name of the sword and its origin: it was once the sword of Dath'Remar Sunstrider. He is the founder of the Elven Dynasty and the ancestor of Kael'thas.
The ancientness of this sword is almost indescribable.
It has witnessed the outbreak of the ancient war and the division of the elves. And the birth of the Highborne
"But today, Flamestrike will also witness another major event, which is the severance of the Sun Chaser's bloodline! ] Murderous intent burst into the death knight's mind.
"Oh, yes. I saw it folded in two under the sword of Frostmourne, just before I severely wounded your father." Looking at the gloomy elf prince, the death knight's face was filled with sarcasm and ridicule. "Just like everything in your elves, they are flashy and extremely fragile! Whether they are people or things!"
"You seem to be very good at hurting noble old men!"
Facing the death knight¡¯s ridicule, Kael¡¯thas responded with ridicule without showing any weakness, and this counterattack made AhErsus felt an unexpected sting. "At least my father is still facing you on the battlefield. What about your father, Arthas Menethil?"
"It's really brave to kill an unsuspecting father, just as he stretched out his arms to hug his son." Kael'thas Sunstrider's sarcasm was equally sharp, pointing directly at the pain in Arthas's heart: " Oh, yes, now we also have to add Lord Daelin Proudmoore"
"You have failed your daughter and killed your father Arthas, is this how you repay those close to you?"
The last words of the elf prince made the death knight stunned.
In the battle of the past few days, due to unknown reasons and obsessions in his mind, after Alsace gained the overall upper hand, he intentionally or unintentionally stayed in the battle, allowing the former elder to "luckily" escape.
But now Kael'thas' words seem to be sayingsome lives will eventually come to an end irresistibly!
"Is that old guy dead? That's finesuch a fragile life shouldn't be left in the world."
On the surface, he sighed casually, but the inexplicable irritability made the destructive desire in Arthas's heart intensify. He couldn't help but want to cut into pieces the elf in front of him who provoked his inexplicable anger!
But before that, the death knight must anger this proud pointed ear as much as possible.
He wants to anger the mage and make him act recklessly. Self-control is the key to manipulating spells, and if Kyle gets impatient, he will win the battle more easily. The Lich King's safety is threatened time is running out!
"Don't feel bad about me taking Gianna away from you. You have to put down your burdens and look forward. After all, there is still so much fun left for you to enjoy in this world."
"But it's really sad. After todayyou won't have the chance to enjoy it!"
As he spoke, Alsace tightened his grip on the reins and galloped towards his opponent. However, at this moment, the snow under the feet of the skeletal horse suddenly flashed with bright orange light and turned into snow water, causing Invincible to suddenly slip and slip.
Jumping off the horse and letting Wudi run away in small steps, Arthas held Frostmourne in his right hand and stretched out his left hand suddenly. A ball of dark green energy rotated in his flat palm to form a dim sphere, and then shot towards Kyle like an arrow from a string - Death Coil!
The mage gave way in the opposite direction, but the attack came too fast. Caught off guard, the Elf Prince turned pale, covered his heart with his hands and stumbled back. Arthas grinned, and the mage's drained life energy was rolling towards him.
"I stole your woman."
After dodging the roaring Dragon Breath Technique, the Death Knight suddenly said that he wanted to continue to anger the mage. Although he knew, and perhaps Kaizi also knew, Jaina had never been considered the elf's woman.
"I held her in my arms late at night, savoring her sweet kiss. Kaizi, she¡ª¡ª"
"She hates you now." Along with a series of intense fireballs, Kael'thas suddenly counterattacked verbally. "You are disgusted and disgusted by her, Arthas. All her feelings for you have now turned into hatred."
Arthas felt a strange tightness in his chest.
He realized that he had never thought about what Jaina thought of him now. Whenever thoughts of her came to his mind, he always tried his best to drive them away. is this real? Jaina really - a huge fireball exploded in his chest. Arthas screamed and was pushed back by the momentum of the explosion.
Immediately afterwards, dozens of arcane missiles pounced on Alsace almost non-stop, instantly engulfing the death knight's body. However, the Elf Prince holding the Flame Strike did not take the opportunity to rush forward to finish the attack. Instead, he stood on the spot and spoke with concentration and vigilance;
"Give up your clumsy sarcasm, butcher! Some topics are far more effective for you than for me!"
After chanting a few short syllables in a low voice, Kael'thas used his free left hand to quickly draw several mysterious runes. The next second, the chirping of the phoenix sounded in the ice and snow of Northrend.
The Elf Prince, who summoned his arcane companions to help in the battle, stared at the faint anti-magic shield in the ice and snow splashed by the previous missile storm, and said in a deep voice:
"Now, all I care about is revenge on you!"
"Then, as you wish!"
The cold and hoarse figure of the Death Knight came from the wind and snow, and the next second Frostmourne's blade penetrated the ice shards in the sky and went straight to Kael'thas' throat (To be continued)
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