The battle outside the dragon's lair is coming to an end. The Stormwind army, which has a numerical advantage, has undoubtedly won the victory, even if the opponent is a powerful dragon.
"Uh-huh", Bolvar expressionlessly shook off the sticky blood on his sword. On the ground around him were more than twenty torn dragon corpses, including the broken body of the black dragon commander Nenirissa.
"You are still the brave Duke of Fordragon," Varian put Salamani back into the sheath and gestured approvingly at him, "You are no different from the one you were ten years ago."
Bolvar bowed slightly to the approaching Storm King: "You are exaggerating. My lord, I am just here to make up for my mistakes and atone for my sins to Reginald."
"My friend, don't let yourself fall into the abyss of self-blame and pain," Varian shook his head slightly, "You and I both know in our hearts that that is the fate that the marshal must bear. As a mortal, even if he is as powerful as
Even as demigods and mortals, we cannot reverse the wheel of fate."
"I understand all this, Your Majesty, but I cannot forgive myself for my incompetence and stupidity in the past six months, and the losses I have caused to the Kingdom of Storm due to my incompetence," Bolvar said in a low voice, with a trace of unconscious pain flashing in his eyes.
"So you think killing that black dragon can alleviate your sins?" Varian turned his back and looked at the looming black dragon's lair. "The reason why I asked you to come over night to replace Ragen is because
I was afraid that the young man would fall into the abyss of hatred and be unable to extricate himself. But now I realize that you are even less suitable to complete this task."
"Your Majesty!" Bolvar knelt down on one knee in fear, "I..."
"Listen to me, Bolvar," Varian interrupted his defense, "Actually, I regretted it when you landed in Theramore; what I saw was not a calm commander, but a self-reproached commander.
A reckless man whose heart is filled with resentment. He is eager to wash away his shame with the head of his enemy, but completely forgets his responsibility as a commander. How can I safely trust you with the lives of my soldiers? So
I decided to temporarily stop the attack and wait for Regen's rear team to arrive, and we will discuss the decision together."
Bolvar opened his mouth, but in the end he didn't say anything: "At your command, Your Majesty."
"Forgive me, old friend," Varian patted him on the shoulder, and then shouted to the soldiers, "Boys, move these corpses away, we have to set up camp here to block the dragon's gate.
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"Yes, Your Majesty the King!" The soldiers laughed and responded. What feat could be greater than slaying the dragon? Even the cavalry dismounted and joined the team carrying the corpses.
"Hey, these guys are really heavy," a dwarf infantry wiped the sweat from his forehead and threw the dragon corpse on his shoulder into the newly dug pit. When he turned around to move the next one, he kept coming back.
I feel some strange noises behind me
The dwarf turned his head in confusion, and saw the corpse that had just been thrown into the pit stood up strangely, raised its claws and rushed towards him staggeringly!
"Oh my God! The corpses are all resurrected!" Varian and Bolvar looked around in surprise. They saw that the dragon corpses that had fallen to the ground just now stood up one after another, and some even had half of their faces hanging on or missing their entire faces.
jaw
The first thing these weird zombie legions did when they got up was to attack the living creatures around them. The unsuspecting soldiers were caught off guard. But what was even weirder was that the fallen soldiers climbed back up within a moment.
He stood up and rushed towards the robes who were fighting side by side just now.
"The Scourge!" Varian frowned deeply, "Bovar, order the soldiers to retreat in formation and bring up all the paladins and priests!"
"Yes, Your Majesty!" Bolvar raised his long sword burning with golden holy energy and shouted loudly, "Storm Lion! With me as the center, squeeze closer! Form a formation to deal with these rotten meats! All priests, enter
Take one step forward and withstand their attack!"
As expected of the elite troops of the Kingdom of Stormwind, the soldiers gradually calmed down after the initial panic and formed battle formations under the command of Bolvar to block the crazy attack of the walking zombies.
But Varian, who was standing at the commanding heights, discovered that the battle situation had fallen into another terrible stalemate - every time a human soldier fell, the zombies would add a new combat force a moment later; on the human side, the soldiers
It is often necessary to chop dozens of knives into pieces to completely eliminate an undead creature, otherwise these guys will get up again immediately.
Even though Bolvar led a team of paladins to look down upon them in the battle formation, they were gradually unable to cope with the increasing number of walking corpses. And as time went by, the golden halo on some priests
It has begun to slowly dim
Varian's face gradually became serious. He raised his hand to summon the military commander and ordered: "Tell Phillips to ask the artillery to retreat five hundred yards and immediately provide infantry with fire reinforcements. These undead creatures must be suppressed!"
The military commander took the order and retreated. Not long after, the sound of rumbling artillery was heard in the distance. Rows of solid artillery shells roared into the army of zombies. For a moment, broken limbs and broken arms were flying everywhere, and the ferocious attack momentum of the undead creatures also disappeared.
slow down
"Charge and push them back to the black dragon's lair!" Bolvar waved a golden sword light and split several walking corpses in half. He lost no time in boosting the already depressed morale. The paladins beside him also used
The little remaining holy power condensed into golden blessings and swayed them on all the soldiers.
"Forward! Storm Lion!" The human army, which had regained its morale, shouted a slogan and gave up its defensive position. The warriors at the front used their shields to resist the zombies and pushed forward inch by inch. The heavy infantry covering the flanks used the standard combat weapons in their hands.
Axes and heavy hammers smashed into the undead's heads, but the musketeers continued to pull the triggers regardless of the red-hot barrels.
Under the near-desperate charge of humans, the fearless zombies finally wavered. They were slowly pushed backwards by the tenacious Storm Legion, almost retreating to Onyxia's dragon lair.
However, at this moment, countless ice arrows suddenly appeared in mid-air, accurately shooting at the soldiers who were fighting the undead. In the blink of an eye, a large number of human soldiers who were caught off guard were shot to the ground with wailing screams. Some even two or three people were killed.
An ice arrow strung together
Bolvar knocked away several ice arrows that were shot at him, and roared loudly: "Despicable mage, you are not a hero if you secretly shoot cold arrows! If you have the guts, get out!"
"Unfortunately, Sir Duke, I am not a hero to begin with," Kel'Thuzad's gloomy voice drifted into everyone's eardrums, "There is no need to try to find my location, an excellent mage will not let himself
The voice reveals the secret..."
"A good mage won't talk such a lot of nonsense," Jaina's cold voice interrupted the chattering lich. The human coalition was surprised to see the cold mage coming out of the air to protect the high elves in the baggage train.
The mages also appeared one after another
"Forbidden spell. Destroy the barrier!" Jaina didn't wait for the Lich to react. She raised her hand and cast a small silent spell. A piece of "sky" that was not strange at all cracked like a mirror, revealing Kel'Thuzad and
The figures of his two captives
"Over there! Shoot him down!" Sharp-eyed Sophie took the lead in drawing her bow and arrows. All the artillery fire followed the elves' magic arrows and shot towards the lich. However, a magic shield instantly appeared in the sky to block Kel'Thuzad.
Down all attacks
"It's you again, Jaina Proudmoore!" the Lich roared through gritted teeth, as if he had a sworn hatred against her.
Jaina frowned slightly and asked coldly: "Who are you, sir? I remember that I have never interacted with a lich."
"Haha, no one remembers me as expected!" The Lich laughed crazily, "Chief disciple of Antonidas, have you forgotten that poor man who was expelled from Dalaran by your teacher for practicing dark magic?
You were also ordered to destroy all his experimental equipment and books. Dear lady, you are truly a competent executioner!"
Jaina looked at the Lich in surprise and asked uncertainly: "Are you... Kel'Thuzad?"
"Yes! Correct! That's right! I am Kel'Thuzad, the necromancer you denounce as a heretic!" The Lich's fleshless upper and lower jaws shook convulsively, and it could be seen that he was extremely excited at this time.
, "My research has never harmed a person, but you call it evil! Well, since you say so, then I will show you the real evil!"
The staff in Kel'Thuzad's hand pierced Sam's chest, and he pulled it out fiercely amidst everyone's exclamations: "Look, humans, I will turn your warriors into demons to deal with you!"
"No, Sam!" Kevin howled and punched and kicked Kel'Thuzad, but the Lich's hand tightened around his throat: "Listen, kid, put away your worthless compassion.
, you will soon become a servant serving the Lich King, and the world of the living has nothing to do with you anymore!"
Kel'Thuzad coldly threw Kevin into a portal, then he drew a pentagram in the void, raised the staff in his hand and recited: "Lost souls, in response to my Lord's contract,
In line with the path of darkness, I offer you your loyalty, and I will grant you eternal life..."
"Shut your stinky mouth!" A golden sword light pierced the sky, and the Great Royal Sword struck hard on the Lich's spell shield. The angry Saint made Kel'Thuzad feel like he was locked in a bell.
The mouse's whole body was almost shaken apart
The Lich shook the skull's head. Although he did not have any sense of "dizziness", he did regain the feeling of vomiting he had when he was alive.
He stared fiercely at Regen who fell to the ground, and then gloated: "It's a pity that you are still a little late, unknown paladin, because the next battle is not my battle, but this...death knight's performance time
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I saw that Sam's body inside the shield suddenly mutated. Under the black smoke from the five-pointed star, the originally thin body became stronger, and the slightly dark skin gradually turned into pale white. Several lines of
The ferocious facial lines cover the young man’s delicate face
In the blink of an eye, all the black smoke in the pentagram locked Sam's body like an iron chain, gradually forming a set of black ink steel armor "Boom". The young man jumped down from mid-air and stretched out his hand to catch the five-pointed star.
A rune sword transformed from a star
"Have fun with them, my new toy," the Lich laughed, opened a portal, and floated in, "Remember to come back after finishing your work, Professor Putricide is waiting for the gift I brought him, haha
Ha ha!"
The irritating laughter gradually disappeared within the portal, but the uneasiness in everyone's hearts did not decrease by half. Everyone looked at the black-armored young man standing quietly in the field with surprise and uncertainty - facing the murder of thousands of people.