"Don't go there!"
Legendary Monk, holding Doom Lord's Soul-Imbued Staff, stood vigilantly in front, while Pandaren Monk stared seriously at the bursts of wailing coming from behind the hills.
He stopped a mage apprentice beside him from approaching and said:
"There's something scary over there."
The restrained mage apprentice widened his eyes and glanced at Abyssal Lord who was killed by the White Tiger phantom and this Legendary Monk not far away. He thought to himself that they were now trapped in Twisting Nether, and there were cruel and ruthless demons everywhere who wanted to strangle them to death. So, is there anything in this world that can be more terrifying than the place they are in?
This weak idea seemed to be sensed by Old Chen. Pandaren Monk glared at him sternly and said:
"The devil only wants to taste your flesh and soul, but the "thing" over there wants more from you. What are you going to do?"
"Oh, the instructor is ready to reverse the ritual. He asked me to invite the Lion warrior back."
The apprentice said honestly:
"Although he is wearing a shadow, he saved us. We can't leave him here alone to feed the devil."
"The demons fed him enough, didn't you see? Those demons were scared to death of him."
Old Chen complained, waved his hand and said:
"Wait here, don't go there, it's for your own good."
"But"
"No buts! I don't want anyone to anger the "thing" over there now. To be honest, I can't deal with it, not even with the incarnation of Chi-Ji in charge of Flame of Hope!"
Old Chen interrupted the mage apprentice.
But just a moment later, with the commotion of the crowd, Monk looked up and saw the strange "human" wearing Lionheart Battle Armor coming back carrying a weird-shaped skull.
What's surprising is that even though he has left, the screams of the demon behind the hills in front of him are still echoing, as if something is permanently trapped there.
"What did you do to that Demon Lord?"
Old Chen stepped forward and looked at Diakum warily, and handed Soul Resonator Staff in his hand to him.
Vigilant took back the staff and felt the sound of Kazzak burping in the staff. It seemed that the "meal" just now was good. Faced with Old Chen's question, Diakum did not answer, but just waved his hand and said:
"You are a good person, Old Chen. For the sake of your mental health, don't ask any more questions."
He walked quickly to Archmage Alex. Vigilant, who owned Eye of Truth, almost immediately saw the magical direction of this arranged ceremony. He frowned and said:
"Are you going to bear the stress of reversing the ritual yourself? It will drain your magic instantly, and you may even have to pay more."
"But it's my fault that these innocent people were sent here. I must bear the consequences."
The old mage was very calm.
He said:
"Let's get started when you're ready."
"Well, you go back first and leave a "door" for me."
Dick said:
"It doesn't take long, just delay it for thirty seconds."
"What are you going to do?"
Grand Magus said doubtfully:
"Staying in Twisting Nether for one more second means danger. This is the first time I have seen someone take the initiative to stay here."
"This was once the world where my people lived."
Diakum did not hide his sadness. He held the jewelry in his hand and replied:
"They suffered terrible things, and I had to at least complete a short funeral service for them."
"Your people?"
Alexis then noticed the Disguise Brooch on the chest of Diakum. He took another look at the Iron Horse Brotherhood logo on the chest of the mysterious warrior. After a moment, he nodded and said:
"Let me buy you a minute to thank you for your help."
"No, just 30 seconds. It takes an extra minute to charge a portal that leads directly to Twisting Nether. You will be sucked out of all your energy. It's just a rescue. There is no need for you to repay with your life."
Go ahead."
Diakum replied in a cold tone.
Grand Magus stopped arguing and started casting spells with Ebony Chill in his hand. In this place where there was no Arcane Magic, he could only use his magic power to light up the ceremony. As the spell was reversed, the human civilians in the area shrouded by the violet eggshell disappeared one after another under the Fel sky.
After the old mage himself and his apprentices disappeared, Wanderer Old Chen felt the pull from Material World, and he spent his last time saying to Diakum:
"You want to be buried here?"
"No, I want to complete a "sacrifice"."
Dick turned his back to him, took out Twilight Hammer and held it high.
A series of cracks connected to Sea of Darkness bloomed on the scorched earth of Fel. In the reverberation of the black lightning, Diakum, standing like "Thunderlord Clan" said:
"Dedicate this broken world and all the demons and tortured evil spirits hidden in it to the void, so that they can rest in peace from Fel's torture. It's not that Sea of Darkness asked me to do this, but I want to do it.
Just think of it as venting your anger on someone who has neglected his duty."
Old Chen's eyes widened, and he stretched out his hand as if to stop him, but the next moment he was taken back to Material World.
"Well, that Wanderer Monk really likes to be nosy. He wants to try to prevent you from walking further into the shadows."
Shadow Word said in Diakum's ear:
"But no one can stop an angry Lost Ones from embracing destruction. You want to torture the traitor, and we can create the most terrifying cage for you in this Material Universe.
That's something Holy Light can never do for you, Diakum.
Holy Light can only make you forgive, but cannot provide you with a channel to vent your hatred.
You finally understand the true meaning of the shadow, and we are really happy for your progress. There will be a "execution room" in Sea of Darkness that belongs only to you. When you meet those villains whose punishment of death is considered a blessing in the future, why not send them all in.
Finally, welcome into the depths of shadow."
Diakum turned a deaf ear to this.
He half-knelt down, put the rusty Argus Heart Pendant to his lips, kissed it, and then buried it in the wasteland at his feet.
He reached out and touched the world where Eredar once lived, giving it his final blessing.
When Vigilant completed Sending Off Souls and Consecrating in ten seconds and turned towards the door of Arcane, which only allowed one person to pass, he finally looked back.
This broken world is being dragged into Sea of Darkness. Countless demons hiding here are screaming and trying to escape, and those Eredar demons who obey Balador are also screaming in terror.
Several red-skinned Eredar ran over in panic as they were being swallowed and chased by the Shadow Void. They stretched out their hands to Diakum in horror, and some people knelt there begging him to let them go.
But Dark Archon just looked at it indifferently, then turned around and disappeared through the door of Arcane without a trace of nostalgia.
The next moment, the void opened its boundless mouth and feasted in this Fel realm.
Click, that is the sound of the world breaking.
Kacha, that is the sound of crying in vain.
Click, that's the sound of Judgment falling.
Click, that's the sound of stepping into the darkness.
"I feel like something bad happened."
In Brightwood, Garona, who was escorting Lothar and Warrior to Tranquil Garden Town, touched his heart and muttered to himself.
She was a little uneasy, but there was nothing she could do to urge others to speed up at this moment. There were a lot of wounded in the team, and her grandfather Saint took the first step to prepare the Serenity Garden to receive the wounded.
"What's up with that shield?"
Lothar soon discovered something was wrong. He pulled the reins of the horse and pointed forward and said:
"I don't remember that there is such a magic circle in the Serenity Garden. There is not even Mage Tower in this place."
"Huh?"
Garona raised her head, and in the evening darkness she could clearly see a purple hemispherical shield lighting up in the forest in the distance. This made her even more worried, and she said:
"Perhaps Orcs's team crossed Redridge Mountains? No! It's Sword Saint! There are also Green Skins Sword Saint in War Horde. Their mobility will not be troubled by the terrain at all.
Let's go!"
Garona urged, Lothar had never heard of the word "Sword Saint" before, but from the name, you knew that it was definitely the elite of Orcs's army.
He took Iron Horse Knights first, but it turned out to be a mistake.
In the forest near Tranquil Garden Town, they really bumped into a few Green Skins Fireblade Blademasters acting here. The leader was Azuka Blade Fury, the leader of this group of Green Skins Sword Saint.
She is currently taking her disciples to check the situation of this strange Arcane shield. If this thing can last for a long time, then War Horde's next main attack direction will be on Elwynn Forest's side.
All because this Tranquil Garden Town is stuck right in the center of Brightwood. Except for this town, the terrain on both sides does not allow the army to pass.
"Be careful!"
Garona had never seen Azuka before, but she recognized Azuka's unique Battle Standard.
When she saw Orc Blademaster, she immediately jumped off her horse and jumped into the shadows. This was the signal for the assassins to start a war!
"Meet the enemy!"
Lothar pulled out Lionheart Executioner, and the Iron Horse Knights behind them all drew their swords and spread out to kill several Fireblade Blademasters. However, Sword Saint's mobility made it impossible for them to be hurt by such a rough attack.
Azuka threw it out with a gesture, and all Sword Saint fled into Windwalk, leaving behind several lifelike mirror images that rushed towards the knights to create chaos.
However, the one who planned to attack Lothar just raised his knife and was hit in the back by Mutilate Strike from Garona. Sword Saint screamed and fell out of Windwalk. Lothar turned around and chopped off his head.
After all, he is a legend Warrior, and catching fighter planes is his basic skill.
However, the other Iron Horse Knightss did not have such good assisters. They dispersed the illusion of Sword Saint. When the mirror was shattered, at least five knights were kicked off their horses. Their heavy armor saved their lives. However, facing the extremely sharp Elemental Warblade in the hands of Sword Saint, ordinary heavy armor could not protect them all the time.
"Poof"
There was a flash of blood, and the head of a knight who had just stood up rose into the sky.
The figure of Azuka Blade Fury was reflected in the splash of blood. The female Sword Saint shook off the blood on the sword blade, stared at Lothar and rushed over.
She also didn't expect that a few days ago, under the command of Eitrigg Warlord, they had sneaked into human territory to investigate various towns, but they could still catch a "big fish" here.
When the two of them passed each other, a piece of Lothar's armor flew out. The female Sword Saint's sword light was too fast to react, which shocked Sir into a cold sweat.
The sword in Azuka's hand was not the ancestral Flame Blade, but it was also extraordinary. The fatal sword failed to break through Lothar's armor, which made her frown.
The level of magic in this damn world is too high!
Draenor Elemental Warblade, forged with the world's highest craftsmanship, is no longer a magic weapon here.
"Bang"
The sword and Lionheart Sword collided together, and the two legendary Warrior started a fierce battle in the chaos.
To be honest, Lothar's combat skills are quite good.
After all, Warrior has been a soldier all his life. He has mastered Arathor's simple and fierce sword tactics. Even against a master of skills like Azuka, he can not fall behind for a short time, but Sword Saint is a different approach after all.
When Azuka used Battle Mirror Image and four of her attacked at the same time, Lothar was obviously unable to withstand it.
After smashing the two illusions, he was kicked over by Azuka, and then the flaming sharp blade chopped off his head, but Lothar blocked it in front of him with his sword. The hot blade kept pressing down and cut into Lothar's shoulder armor, making the human marshal's eyes widen with anger.
Not far away, Garona threw an assassination knife and was chopped away by the last illusion of Azuka.
At this moment, Lothar felt like he was hallucinating again between life and death. As his anger surged, he once again saw the giant white wolf peering at him in the distant forest.
"Ouch!"
The low howls of wolves sounded one after another without any warning. Amidst Azuka's roar, a gray shadow whizzed over and hit her body, knocking Sword Saint away who was about to Execute the human marshal.
The two rolled into a ball. Sword Saint reacted quickly and jumped back with his sword in hand, but the one who came was faster.
The claws slashed wildly, forcing Sword Saint to enter a defensive posture. Qidian's hot blade was splashed with light, but she could clearly see the guy wearing a tattered cloak in front of her.
"Werewolf?"
This is the first time female Sword Saint has spoken during the battle, which shows her surprise.
Aren't the werewolves from their side? How come they jumped out to rescue Lothar? What happened to Black Wolf God?
No!
Wrong!
The mane of the werewolf in front of me is gray?
And there's something wrong with this guy's strength! A legendary werewolf with scars all over his body?
The howls of wolves were getting closer and closer. When Lothar stood up with Lionheart Sword on his back, he saw gray wolves constantly rushing out of the surrounding forest to bite and attack the Sword Saint.
This is not the magic wolf over there at Orcs. Those magic wolves are black. These wolves are the local wolves of Brightwood. They seem to be brought together by some kind of force. Just like Black Wolf God summoned the magic wolf cubs to work for Horde, the wolves of Azeroth have also united to attack their enemies.
The leader of this pack of wolves was obviously the mysterious man in front of him who covered his body with a tattered hood, and it was he who had just saved him.
"Retreat!"
Azuka recognized that the situation was unfavorable and immediately ordered a retreat. Sword Saint escaped into Windwalk one after another, but two were still trapped and later besieged and killed by Iron Horse Knights.
It is true that Sword Saint is very strong, but it does not mean that they Invincible.
In order to ensure fast movement, they don't even wear chain armor, and the protective power of leather armor is very limited. It can be said that Sword Saint uses his own skills and dodges as armor. It is not a big problem when one on one, but it is very dangerous when being besieged.
"Who are you?"
Lothar covered his injured shoulder and shouted to the voice in front. The latter's steps slowed down for a moment, but then rushed into the forest like a strong wind, leading the pack of wolves to continue tracking the group of Sword Saint who had broken through.
"I'm sorry, Marshal."
Garona whispered next to Lothar:
"I failed to fulfill my duty as a protector and got you hurt."
"Don't be stupid, I am Warrior. How can there be absolute safety on the battlefield? You have done enough."
Lothar waved his hand.
He really doesn't care about this. Diakum and his Warriors have already helped Stormwind Kingdom too much. He can't make any more rude requests.
"Did you see clearly who the person who saved me just now was?"
He asked in a low voice. Garona hesitated and said in a low voice:
"I haven't seen it specifically, but there is a mane under the hood. Judging from the size, it should be a werewolf, but it is not a werewolf under War Horde."
"Marshal, look at this quickly."
A Iron Horse Knights brought something back from the forest where the wolves appeared and handed it to Lothar. The latter's eyes widened as he took it in his hand.
That's a dog tag.
Stormwind Kingdom's Warrior will use this iron piece with their name and place of origin information written on it to prove their identity. Especially when they are unfortunately killed on the battlefield, the military can rely on this thing to identify the corpse's information.
The dog tag in his hand was severely burned by the fire, and there were traces of corrosion from some kind of poison. The information on it could no longer be read clearly.
But Lothar roughly guessed who the person who saved him just now was.
"Gavinrad."
The marshal clenched the dog tag in his hand painfully and said to the others:
"Don't tell anyone else this news yet. Besides, when you were fighting just now, you didn't see one."
"White Wolf?"
A Iron Horse Knights, who was covering his legs, grinned and said:
"I thought it was my hallucination. I saw it several times during the battle these days."
"Where are the others?"
Lothar looks at his bravest Warriors.
The others looked at each other, and finally they exchanged information and discovered that almost everyone had seen the vision of a giant white wolf in different places when Redridge Mountains and Orcs were fighting, and the more dangerous the situation, the clearer they could see it.
"I heard my grandpa say that Black Wolf God Lycantos, which the Orcs people believe in, has an eternal enemy in Azeroth, named Goldrinn, and his nickname is "Rebellious Moon"."
Garona reminded in a low voice:
"The white wolf you see should be the legendary "Silvermoon Wolf Lord". Obviously, after Black Wolf God chose Orcs as its family member, White Wolf God also began to choose his own Warrior."
Seeing the strange expression on human beings, half-Orcs said:
"Think on the bright side, this is not a bad thing. A powerful demigod will give you power. In this way, you can at least be evenly matched when facing Orcs."
"No, this is a bad thing, kid, a very, very bad thing."
Lothar sighed and said:
"This has to do with faith. We are all Holy Light Follower. How can we rely on the power of foreign gods to fight? That's all. Don't spread this matter. Let me discuss it with the king."