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- There was a muffled sound.
An abomination that was striding towards the defense line of the Northern Army was suddenly knocked to the ground by the "black shadow" falling from above.
The unlucky abomination let out a series of roars, shaking its body with half of its shoulders crushed, trying to throw the black shadow away.
But the next second, the roar of hatred and anger stopped abruptly.
A war blade with a strong elf style had pierced his skull.
He pulled out the long sword covered in blood and brains from the abominable head. Before the ghouls around him could react, the "black shadow" had already stood up from a squatting position and fiercely moved the sharp blade in his hand like a sword. Cut in a circle
With a simple whirlwind slash, the area around the tall and burly "black shadow" was cleared into a small void. There were a total of ** walking corpses, all of them were cut in half without even leaving their final screams.
Raising his head, "Black Shadow" used his superior altitude to scan the battlefield to identify the direction of the "target" and then no longer delayed. Then he bent his knees and exerted force, and once again leaped into the air with a heroic leap, heading towards the target more than ten yards away. A crypt demon was "smashed" on the head.
In the endless sea of ??undead, such an episode is as inconspicuous as a sudden wave of waves. Even the empty space of five or six yards in radius was once again filled with the bodies of the walking dead without even taking a breath
This "black shadow" that leaps and runs like a "small King Kong" among the corpses of the undead is none other than someone else. It was Old Tang who climbed down from the roof to "hunt" the big bat Balnazar.
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But after three or five leaps, Old Tang had already caught up with his "prey".
In one hand, he held tightly the Lordaeron heraldic shield that had been captured from the Grand Marshal, and in the other hand he held the Sin'dorei Warglaive as a backup weapon. Old Tang looked at the big bat not far away in front of him jokingly, trying to squeeze away the walking dead and escaping in embarrassment, while he casually swept away or killed the undead natural disasters that rushed towards him without knowing whether to live or die.
The whole person seemed to be walking in the back garden of his home, pacing forward unhurriedly, hanging about ten yards behind Balnazar like a leisurely stroll.
Ten yards.
For Old Tang, it was only a charge away.
I lost a pair of wings to rely on. Balnazar, who has used all his trump cards is destined to be unable to escape the gift prepared by Old Tang
There is no doubt that Big Bat¡¯s current situation is quite miserable.
Her Majesty¡¯s explosive shots are precise and sharp.
The Dread Lord¡¯s bat wings, which were stronger than gold and iron, were blown to pieces with two arrows. dilapidated. The left wing had been completely broken off, leaving only a pale bone stubble about an inch long.
Although the collision damage caused by falling from a height of twenty or thirty yards was not fatal to a Dreadlord, the impact of the collision with the ground made Balnazzar's wounds worsen and crack again. Plenty of corrosive blood splashed out, even corroding many walking corpses into debris on the ground.
In comparison, Old Tang¡¯s full-volume sweep looked powerful enough, but in the end it only made the big bat¡¯s appearance look a bitdisgraced?
But what really made Balnazzar uncomfortable was the "meeting gift" given to Big Bat by Mograine!
The Ashbringer is a magical weapon that contains the power of surging holy light. It has a great restraint effect on the evil energy and body of demons.
And when this divine sword is in the hands of old Mograine, one of the top paladin of the Knights of the Silver Hand, it is by no means as simple as "1+1=2"!
??Sharp, sacred, indestructible
The sword blade reached its body, and instantly the Ashbringer left a ferocious sword wound on the big bat's chest and abdomen. And there is a large amount of sacred energy left in the sword creation.
For many mortal races, holy light may be a beneficial energy that can promote recovery from injuries and physical recovery. But for the demons whose bodies are filled with the power of evil, they do not hesitate to pour a bucket of sulfuric acid on the wound
If it were normal, the seemingly horrific wounds would not be a serious problem to the Dread Lord. It takes just a moment to recover.
But now the holy light and evil energy are repeatedly strangled and fighting around Balnazzar's wound, causing the already deep and long wound to fail to heal. Now coupled with the shock of falling from mid-air, the wound is more than half a meter long. The gap was even more bloody
It seems that the Dread Lord, who is in a desperate situation, has not even thought about resisting, and is focused on escaping in a hurry.Run!
but. Being overturned by the enemy at the last moment, escaping, etc., has always been something that Old Tang hated deeply and tried his best to avoid.
Looking at the severely injured Balnazar in front of him, Old Tang decided to make a quick decision!
After kicking over a hellhound that was biting at his waist with its mouth open, Old Tang fumbled for a unique metal bracelet from his pocket and fastened it to his belt. The next second Old Tang held up his shield, he was already like a tank at full power, powerfully hitting and crushing the walking dead that stood between Old Tang and the big bat. He just relied on his abnormal strength to reach Balnazzar!
With a shield, he slapped away a crypt demon that was piercing his insect-like feet with sharp spear-like legs. Then Old Tang wanted to pour huge force into his legs and stamped on the ground fiercely!
In an instant, violent shock waves spread out from the center of the circle where Old Tang was, splashing with flying sand and rocks. Within a few dozen yards, all the demons and undead including the big bat Balnazzar fell into a coma or dizziness state
The trampling of war, unleashed from Old Tang¡¯s feet, was as powerful as a small earthquake!
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The severe pain caused the Dread Lord to wake up from his dizzy state early, but Balnazzar's miserable howl stopped abruptly before it lasted long.
Because the tip of Sin'dorei's war blade has stopped on the back of the big bat's neck!
"It's over. Big bat!"
With Balnazar's wound under his feet and the war blade that could take his "life" at any time in his hand, Old Tang spoke calmly with a touch of complacency;
"From now on you are mine!"
"Old Tang plagiarized his mother-in-law's lines, which sounded somewhat "ambiguous" and could easily remind people of some kind of bad habit. But when Balnazar heard it, he was shocked all over!
"You won't kill me?"
He tried his best to hide his surprise and confusion. Big Bat, who is good at acting, has a look of "ecstasy" and "surprise" on his face.
¡¾Joke, can the Golden Horse Best Actor be as good as the Best Actor Oscar? When it comes to acting with Ge Biaoyou're still a bit green! ¡¿
Old Tang, who already knew Balnazar's legal calculations, would not be fooled by the big bat's expression. While slandering in his heart, Lao Tang also started his own performance!
"You big bats, don't you all cherish your life?" Old Tang's "honest and honest" face was full of confusion and surprise at this moment. Then he asked with a mocking look on his face: "What? Do you really want to die that much?"
"No! No! But I am a devil!"
Even the shrewd Balnazar was choked by Old Tang's two rhetorical questions, and it took him a long time to come up with a lame reason.
"What's wrong with the devil? I still have a Doom Guard mount!" Old Tang curled his lips disdainfully, and replied impatiently with a sarcastic expression on his face: "Stop talking so much nonsense! Be loyal to me from today on, and I will forgive you. Your life!"
Looking at Balnazar, who looked surprised and hesitant on the surface, but who was actually probably secretly calculating the pros and cons, Old Tang decided to add another spark of fire!
"You should know Xina!" Old Tang pointed to Her Majesty the Queen standing quietly on the tower, looked down at the big bat's eyes, and said word by word:
"She is my woman! Ahem, well at least she will be in the future!"
"The big bat named Varimathras has pledged allegiance to Xena so I am also planning to recruit a Dreadlord as an aide like her. After all, you big bats are still very talented in calculating people ¡¡±
With winks and secretive expressions, Old Tang is like a fool who has been carried away by love, blindly looking for common ground like a goddess
Balnazar¡¯s eyes flashed. I was thinking about whether to change my plan.
His previous plan to possess the remaining high-level humans in Lordaeron was not a sure thing, and it also entailed taking great risks. If we can deceive the trust of this stupid tauren warlord and cooperate with Varimathras' actions from within it seems to be a good choice!
"I pledge allegiance to you!"
After thinking about it for a long time, Balnazar, who believed that the new plan had a higher success rate, looked hesitant and confused. He said "reluctantly":
"Owner!"
The big bat struggled to get up from Old Tang¡¯s feet.? He lowered his head to cover up the treacherous look in his eyes. But even though he thought he had a trick, he failed to notice the same flash of teasing and ridicule in Old Tang's slightly narrowed eyes!
¡¾Not to kill you? ¡¿
¡¾I will indeed not kill you! ¡¿
Looking at Big Bat¡¯s fake surrender, Old Tang sneered in his heart:
¡¾Because, we will leave you to "professionals" to deal with¡¿
*******
"Hello, Alsace."
"Tall, with gnarled muscles, and sheep's hooves stepping on the snow. The "Dread Lord" who came over had huge horns on his head and a smile on his lips.
His eyes were covered with a tattered black eyepatch, with two dots of green light shining just above his eyes. His voice became dark and dark. The skin, which is as light purple as lavender, is covered with tattoos and magic patterns.
And that familiar-looking face finally made Arthas recognize who the guy in front of him whom he mistakenly thought was the "Dread Lord" was!
"You look very different, Illidan."
Looking at the appearance of this opponent who once had a close relationship Arthas immediately understood what was going on! In other words, this is why Illidan became so powerful.
¡°I guess the taste of the Skull of Gul¡¯dan is a bit not to your liking!¡±
Illidan raised his horned head and let out a dark, loud laugh. "On the contrary, I have never felt better. In a way, I have you to thank for this day. Arthas."
¡°Then I¡¯ll ask you to get out of here.¡±
Alsace's voice suddenly turned cold and no longer humorous.
"The Frozen Throne belongs to me, demon. Just retreat and stay far away and never come back again. Otherwise, I will definitely be waiting for you here."
"We are each our own masters, boy."
? Stretch out your hands. The two war ninjas, controlled by the power of the devil, flew by themselves to kill the walking dead. Suddenly, they spun back and appeared in the hands of the devil hunter.
"I've been asked to destroy the Frozen Throne. So it seems we can't all be happy."
Illidan answered as he raised the weapon he had fought with Arthas. His strong hands with sharp black nails grasped the middle of the weapon and danced it back and forth with seemingly careless and graceful movements.
This action slightly shook Alsace's confidence.
He just fought with Kael'thas. If the cowardly elf hadn't teleported away at the last moment, Arthas would have been the winner.
But the key thing now is That battle also consumed his physical strength, and Illidan's movements didn't seem to show any signs of fatigue!
Illidan also noticed his opponent's embarrassment, so his laughter became even more rampant!
The demon hunter deliberately used a few more tricks to show off how amazingly dexterous and skillful he was with this unusual magic blade.
¡°Let¡¯s end this!¡±
After a mocking invitation, the demon hunter opened his stance and got ready for battle.
"Your men have either been cut into pieces, or they have been adopted as my subordinates."
Arthas pulled out Frostmourne. The runes on the sword shone brightly, and a mist curled up around the hilt.
The fire behind Illidan's eyepatch is brighter and greener than before. When he saw the rune sword, the light spots condensed slightly. If Illidan Stormrage, a master who has been famous for thousands of years, has a pair of magical weapons, Arthas's weapons are not inferior at all!
"Your ending will be one of the two." Jumping off the invincible horse, Arthas raised Frostmourne at an angle, preparing to fight.
"I doubt it." Illidan said sarcastically. "I am more powerful than you know. My master made you your master! Come on, lackey! I'll get rid of my minions first before I go to take care of your poor of¡ª¡ª"
Arthas rushed forward, Frostmourne glowing in his hands and moaning softly. He longs for Illidan's death as much as his master.
But the demonized elf didn't seem to be frightened by the attack at all. The demon hunter raised his double-edged weapon with the most leisurely movement to parry Alsace's slash.
Frostmourne has cut off many powerful ancient swords in the past, but this time it struck the shining green metal with only a clang sound, followed by a harsh friction sound when the blades met.
Arthas struggled to hold on, and Illidan smiled triumphantly at him, which made ArthasSaas was worried again.
Illidan really changed after absorbing the Skull of Gul'dan, at least he became stronger than before. Illidan let out a deep, harsh laugh and pushed forward. Arthas was forced to stagger back, kneeling down on one knee to resist the oncoming demon.
"It feels so great to defeat an opponent who was once evenly matched" Illidan growled. "If you can fight better, Death Knight, maybe I will reward you when I do it."
Arthas had no time to deal with his insult. He gritted his teeth and concentrated on parrying the storm of attacks. Illidan's weapon danced faster and faster, like a swirling green light. Arthas could feel the demonic energy emanating from the war blade, just as he knew Illidan could feel the cold darkness emanating from Frostmourne.
Suddenly Illidan disappeared, and Arthas threw himself forward due to inertia and lost his balance. He heard the sound of flapping wings, turned around and saw that Illidan had already taken off. He was hanging at a height that Arthas could not reach, and his huge leathery wings were blowing up a gust of wind.
They looked at each other. Arthas held his breath and noticed that the battle just now had no impact on Illidan. His muscular lavender body was shiny with sweat. Arthas stood still, holding onto Frostmourne and preparing for Illidan to swoop down and launch a new offensive.
"Look at the twin blades of Azzinoth!"
Illidan said proudly, flapping his wings and flying upward.
The war blades danced in the left and right hands, seeming to make Arthas realize that his hands were equally dexterous.
"Two gorgeous and magnificent war blades! These were once the beloved weapons of a Doom Guard. He was a powerful demon officer, and I killed him that was ten thousand years ago."
"How long have you been fighting with this sword of yours, human? How well do you know it?"
These words were intended to make the Death Knight nervous, but on the contrary, they cheered him up.
Illidan may have held this magical weapon for a longer time - but Frostmourne and his souls are bound to each other.
Rather than saying that Frostmourne is a sword to Arthas, it is better to say that it is an extension of his own body!
He knew this when he first came to Northrend and saw its sights for the first time.
When he first looked at it, he was convinced that the sword was waiting for him and that there was a connection between them. Now he felt Frostmourne trembling eagerly in his hands, as if to prove that their swords were of the same mind.
The magic blade shines with brilliance.
Illidan fell straight towards Arthas like a meteorite.
Arthas roared angrily and swung Frostmourne upwards to meet the demon that fell down. He had never wielded this rune sword so confidently to slash at the enemy.
He felt the sword cut deeply into his flesh. Just as he expected, Arthas pulled hard and made a deep gash on Illidan's body. He heard the former Kaldorei's painful screams. The cry filled him with satisfaction.
But that bastard hasn¡¯t fallen yet. Illidan flapped his wings wildly, barely keeping himself in the air. Under Arthas's shocked gaze, his body seemed to become dark and twisted as if it was composed of black, purple, and green smoke.
"This is what you brought to me."
Illidan shouted loudly, his already thick voice now becoming even deeper, making Arthas feel a tremor from the bottom of his heart. The billowing black smoke condensed into the demon's face, making his eyes even brighter.
"This gift - this power will completely destroy you!" (To be continued)
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