"drink!"

Tirion roared loudly, and the warhammer in his hand was like the wind. With great force, it drew bright traces of light in mid-air and swung it towards a death knight.

The strength of the death knight is pretty good. He is a mid-level epic warrior. On the battlefield, he is at least one to a hundred. The death knight reacted very quickly. His pale face did not panic at all, and he directly raised the rune sword to his chest.

, the other hand pressed against the blade, preparing to receive the attack forcefully.

The encirclement was too tight. Although it put huge pressure on Tirion, it also gave them little room to dodge and maneuver.

But what he faced was a legendary paladin holding a Titan artifact.

"Crack!"

The sharp rune sword made of Saronite was effortlessly broken by the war hammer. The heavy hammer head continued unabated and fell heavily on the death knight's chest.

There was just a muffled bang, and the death knight flew out like a cannonball, crushing several large angry guards along the way, and fell to his death in the distance. His chest had been completely sunken, and his ribs were even

There were broken bones popping out. Even the undead natural disaster with strong vitality would not be able to survive such injuries.

The power of legend cannot be underestimated!

Tirion wiped out a death knight with one blow, but the price was also heavy. In such a tight encirclement, no matter how exquisite the steps and agile the reaction, it is impossible to evade all attacks, let alone a person who has never been agile.

A well-known paladin.

In just a short moment, at least three or four of the death knights surrounding Tirion seized the opportunity and slashed their weapons at him. The rune swords with flashing runes were strengthened by the necromantic energy, cutting through the weak body-protecting holy light.

, leaving deep marks on the Paladin's armor.

One of them even sent out a tentacle condensed from undead energy and grabbed his right foot. This kind of combat skill is extraordinary, and through training, he can gradually master blood, shadow and even the plastic spell ice.

The branch's composite profession has far more means of attack and defense than warriors of the same level, and the threat level is also greater.

Tirion quickly released the power of the Holy Light within his body, broke free from the shackles of the "Death Grip", and regained his ability to move. However, such a fierce melee fight was rapidly changing, and his footsteps were only half a second delayed.

The next series of plans completely fell through.

For a melee fighter, the most important thing is feet. Because whether it is wielding a weapon or moving for defense, the power required starts from the feet. Once the feet are restricted, the consequences are likely to be catastrophic.

After killing the death knight, he wanted to turn around and continue to use his magic power. He would use a sweeping attack to push back the besiegers to gain space for him to cast spells. He would cast a consecration spell and completely turn the land within a few meters into his home court. The spell

The release speed, even if it is instantaneous, is still slower than swinging a weapon.

He can move freely within the influence of the consecration spell, but the undead must endure the burning of the holy flame. At that time, Tirion can dominate whether he takes a breather or continues to attack.

But the current situation has become passive.

The rotation of his right foot was delayed, and the enemy on the left immediately took advantage of it. Tirion could only give up his plan to continue attacking and use the hammer handle to block the side attack. The death knights were like cold and efficient machines, completely immune to

Affected by the death of his comrade, he instead seized the opportunity to attack fiercely, trying to completely suppress the exhausted legendary paladin.

The whole battle was like a pack of wolves besieging a lion that had reached its end. Every counterattack by the lion could take the life of a wolf, but this loss was completely insignificant to the wolves.

The wolves were consuming the lion's strength bit by bit, and the lion couldn't even get a chance to breathe.

Death knights are extremely terrifying. Under unified mental control, they may even share the battle field of vision. From different angles, they can clearly see every movement of the enemy and grasp the most comprehensive information about the enemy. In terms of the closeness of cooperation, there is no way.

An army capable of matching the Scourge, rivaling them.

During the breaks in the battle, Tirion kept looking around the battlefield. However, his view was blocked by the tall angry guards, and he could not see the distance at all. He could only fight while approaching the place where the sacred energy wave was coming.

Must join up with friendly forces!

The battle only lasted a few minutes. Except for the two most powerful death knights, almost all the remaining ones were killed by Tirion. However, every time an enemy was killed, more enemies continued to come.

In a very short period of time, Tirion caused huge casualties to the opponent. At least dozens of demons and more than a dozen death knights died under the hammer. But the opponent still seemed crazy and wanted to kill him at any cost.

Keep.

His breathing became faster and heavier, and his arms became heavier and heavier. Physical exhaustion had become the biggest problem that troubled him.

During the battle, the high elf death knight endured Tirion's judgment spell, risking half of his body being burned to ashes, and deftly opened the buckle of his shoulder armor with the tip of his sword.

The moment the shoulder armor slipped off, Tirion, who was experienced in battle, suddenly realized that this place would definitely become an attack point for the undead, so he immediately turned his warhammer around, blocking the frontal attack route.

really!

There was a roar from nearby, and a death knight wearing ice-blue armor flew out. The extremely heavy two-handed rune sword in his hand chopped down with great force, and collided with the Silver Hand war hammer. If not

Tirion responded in time, and this slash was likely to land directly on his unprotected shoulder.

Sparks fly!

An attack that was enough to knock away an ordinary death knight only made the death knight stagger back a few steps.

Tirion was shocked. The opponent did not look like a legendary strongman, but he had a powerful force that was comparable to or even slightly better than a legend. His ability to withstand blows was also unique. If he hadn't responded promptly, this slash would have probably been a direct hit.

If his holy shield is broken and it falls on the shoulders that are no longer protected by armor, the consequences will be disastrous.

With the entry of this death knight, Tirion's pressure increased several times.

Click! There were suddenly several explosions in the sky, and in an instant, several bolts of lightning fell to the ground, circling around Tirion. The power of the elements even formed some kind of electrostatic field. The death knights who besieged Tirion, except

A few lucky ones used necromancy energy to isolate themselves from the paralysis caused by lightning. The rest of their bodies were covered in crackling arcs of electricity, and their movements slowed down a few beats.

Seeing this opportunity, Tirion immediately injected holy energy into the artifact. The Silver Hand emblem on the war hammer burst out with dazzling light. With a roar, a massive amount of blazing holy light spurted out, and the death knights around him

They were all thrown far away. Even the huge angry guards were blown away like tiny rag dolls, leaving very few survivors.

As the enemies fell one after another, the encirclement was finally broken. Across the battlefield where meat was still being minced and killed, Tirion saw Drek'Thar, who was guarded by dozens of Frostwolf orcs in the distance, tiredly lowering his raised weapon.

Both hands and palms were still flashing white arcs of electricity.

As he approached his allies, Tirion saw the tall and thin Angmar behind the battle formation with his eyes tightly closed. The Flame Strike he held in his hands slowly rose into the sky. A golden light appeared.

, spread out from the blood elves' handed down artifacts, dyeing half of the battlefield golden yellow. The warm energy contained in it makes people feel comfortable, as if they are being illuminated by the holy light...

On the ground under Angmar, Dathrohan and Liadrin, the leader of the Blood Knights, fought against the two powerful Dreadlords. The Dreadlord's goal seemed to be Angmar in mid-air, but due to obstruction,

Unable to make the trip.

In the distance, the Ashbringer suppressed a Dreadlord with one of its wings broken and retreated steadily. The low-level undead corpses around him were a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood. It was hard to count whether there were hundreds or thousands.

A wave of arrows struck, shooting down a group of undead who wanted to drag Tirion back into the encirclement. Under the leadership of Lor'themar Theron, the Farstrider rangers occupied a high slope and fought for the enemy from the commanding heights.

Friendly forces provide long-range fire support. In fact, rather than occupying the high slope, it is better to say that they are blocked on the high slope, because there are countless undead, launching a fierce attack on the ranger. Look at the comparison of the forces of the two sides, Far Journey

Not only are the Rangers unable to break through and escape, they are even at risk of being annihilated.

The air battle has also come to an end. Even though the numbers are far inferior to the opponent, the combined force of dragon eagle and griffon still defeated the overwhelming number of gargoyles. Except for a few small-scale battles still breaking out, most of the air forces

, have begun to support the coalition's ground forces.

This is the only good news.

The battlefield was in chaos, and everywhere was filled with the dangerous poisonous plague gas left behind after the bombing of the meat grinder. The painful groans of the wounded, and the unconscious grunts of the infected when they were about to fall, were all deaf to the ears.

The situation is precarious.

Just like Tirion, even if full psychological expectations were made, the difficulty of this battle far exceeded everyone's expectations.

Suddenly, everyone on the battlefield was shocked for no reason, and they all looked at a certain corner of the battlefield.

A lich slowly "stepped into" the battlefield. The cold necromantic energy lingering around the lich even distorted the light, making it impossible to ignore. This would be the most powerful enemy they had ever faced.

fact.

As the sound of chanting spells that seemed to come from the abyss echoed on the battlefield, the Lich raised a bone hand.
Chapter completed!