When Teleportation's light disappeared, Anveena, who was holding Sylvanas on her shoulders, screamed. She looked around and saw that there were trees all around. This was a place she didn't recognize at all. But she was sure to have left Naxxramas. She raised her head and glanced at Floating Fortress hanging sideways on the horizon, and hesitantly looked at Sylvanas in her arms, who looked like a walking corpse of Risen.
Just when she was in a dilemma, Lady Anveena suddenly heard a faint howl of a wolf in her ears. She was stunned for a moment, and then quickly carried High Elf General towards the place where the howl sounded.
Thassarian, who was also thrown out by Teleportation, gritted his teeth and grabbed the edge of the cliff with one hand, while the other hand tightly held Duke Tirion Fordring's hand. The two struggled to It was difficult to climb up. Below them, there was the galloping Thondroril River. The damn Kel'Thuzad actually threw the two of them to the edge of the west Darrowmere Region.
This is the place where Dick originally escaped from the clutches of Arthas.
The luck of others was not so good. Uther and Old Mograine were thrown into the deepest part of Tirisfal Glades. Also landing with them were Dathrohan, Korth'azz, Tirion Fordring and the escaped Necromancer. Heigan was thrown directly into the ruins of Lordaeron City.
Black Witch Faerlina and Jaina Young Lady is also fighting a life-and-death battle in Toxic Fog Canyon not far from Scarlet Monastery. Plaguebringer Noth, who is paralyzed, has the worst luck. He is thrown into the battlefield at the bottom of Naxxramas. Surrounded by hundreds of angry Paladin.
The biggest threat, Dark Ranger Lor'themar Theron, is missing. In short, everything is terrible.
But the one currently facing the biggest crisis is Dick who is still left among Naxxramas.
Paladin's face was extremely ugly. He was a little embarrassed to avoid Rivendare's attack, which was completely Chaos Transformation. This guy seemed to be crazy and whipped his left arm that turned into a tentacle crazily, as if he was wielding a terrible whip. Every time he whipped, he could leave extremely corrosive traces on the ground and walls.
But it's not without good news.
Kel'Thuzad just stood aside holding his Wizard Cat, with no thought of joining the battle. The black Dagger hanging on his waist looked so conspicuous. Dick almost didn't have to look back, and he could notice that the source of the Chaos energy coming from the entire space was there.
Mr. Bigglesworth lay in the cold arms of Kel'Thuzad, looking at Paladin and Chaos Transformation's Old Gods intently. The servants fought fiercely to the death, meowing from time to time, seeming to cheer Dick. It also remembered the guy who gave it fun things. Although the body shape was different, the aura that came from it was exactly the same.
Paladin rolled around in the air, and made a light leap when he landed. Dark Energy's shot came from the eyeball on Rivendare's shoulder, and the tentacle with bone spurs and suction cups slapped hard on his side, Paladin picked up a handful of Runeblade from the ground, ignored Dark Energy and Holy Light's Conflict, raised it high, and stabbed it into the tentacles, nailing it to the ground.
The moment the black Runeblade penetrated the tentacles, it began to be corroded quickly, making a squeaking sound. There was not much time left for Dick, so he put it on the ground with Naaru's Shield on his head, and the Windfury on his left hand is wrapped in lightning and Silver Light, and the gorgeous Cross-shaped Star streaks through the air, piercing into the heart of Rivendare, and the Order Power spurting out completely crushes it.
But as Old Gods's Creation, this guy was not that easy to die. It let out a completely unclear roar, extended its left arm, and lifted it up. The sword blade that was pierced into the ground sliced off the front of the tentacles. The smelly blood flew everywhere, but the torn tentacles split and stretched from the broken place, and soon turned into a more disgusting flower shape.
The thing in front of me is definitely challenging normal people's outlook on life.
The flower-like tentacles can not only be whipped like a long whip, but can also spray green and purple mucus from the top. No matter what it is, Dick definitely does not want it to get on his body.
But after the duration of Avenging Wrath disappeared, Dick, who returned to High Lord, was really unable to deal with the thing in front of him. The most important thing was that he lacked opportunities.
Order and Chaos restrained each other, but in terms of strength Rank, Dick's left arm was definitely far superior to the monster in front of him, but it protected its fatal spot quite well, and Dick couldn't find a chance to break into it.
When he wanted to get behind this guy, the jagged tentacles on his head almost cut off his legs.
This disgusting monster appears just for disgusting people.
Paladin can't even imagine what terrible consequences it will cause once this thing falls into the Mortal World battlefield below. Wherever Old Gods is, Mortal's mind will be distorted and burned. That kind of Pain is simply unbearable for ordinary people.
Dick was looking for an opportunity, but in the eyes of Kel'Thuzad, this kind of battle did not have much technical content. He even opened his mouth and yawned, although it was a bit creepy for a Bones to make such an action.
"Hey, knight, Dick... You weren't so merciful when you buried me in that dark cave last time... I mean, if you can't kill it within 1 minute, I don't mind giving you a ride!"
Kel'Thuzad's sinister voice reached Dick's ears. Paladin did not answer, but quickly rushed towards Rivendare's waving tentacles. This scene made Kel'Thuzad slightly open his mouth.
"Wait! I asked you to fight, not to die! You idiot!"
But at the next moment, a Golden Light suddenly lit up behind Rivendare. Archlich's eyes lit up, and he saw a Ponytail blond High Elf Girl appear behind Old Gods Behind Creation, Fire of Justice, which was shining with golden flames, was swung with both hands and hit Rivendare on the back of the head.
"Look at Lady Anveena's super powerful blow!"
"Bang!"
Regardless of the skill, this blow was really powerful. Anveena was no less powerful than Dick, hitting Rivendare right in the back of the head. Although Old Gods Creation's body structure was no longer similar to that of ordinary creatures, this blow still delayed his attack for a moment.
Facing an opponent like Dick, even a moment, let alone an instant, would be extremely fatal.
Sure enough, at this moment, Dick grasped the narrow hilt of Windfury with both hands, roared, jumped up from the ground, and immersed the silver Light Blade almost completely into the center of Rivendare's already deformed head. This was not enough, and the silver Order Power quickly surged from his body. When Fist moved and gathered on the left hand, Dick swung a punch, and the silver Fist, which was stimulated by Disorder Power and heated to the extreme, directly hit the disgusting guy's eye socket, like a burning red nail, turning the miserable Creation's head into a pot of porridge.
After Anveena and Dick retreated, Rivendare's huge and deformed body shook twice, and after a low whimper, it hit the center of the battlefield like a stone.
"Huh... huh..."
Dick breathed rapidly, he looked at Kel'Thuzad opposite, Anveena held Warhammer with both hands, blocking Dick In front of, Archlich did not make any move. Instead, he gently placed Kitten in his hand on the ground, and then gently patted them together with the same hand bones as White Jade.
"Pap-pap-pap."
He also sighed in his weird voice,
"Amazing! Amazing! You really deserve to be Order Power, Heir tens of thousands of years later. Although it was very reluctant, you still killed my carefully crafted servant, Dick... You are indeed not an ordinary person. I knew this from the moment you were so cruel as to cut off your own left hand."
"Now it seems that I have a pretty good eye, at least I didn't see the wrong person!"
Facing Archlich's praise, Dick did not answer, but silently wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and raised Windfury in his hand. Standing in front of him was Kel'Thuzad, who was more dangerous than in the original history. If he was a snake before, then he is a cobra king now.
The most terrible thing is that it was fed by Dick himself. Without his guidance, Kel'Thuzad would have come into contact with the Artifact that was full of twisted will. Dagger, I'm afraid he wouldn't face the current desperate situation, but in other words, if he hadn't used this Dagger to exchange his life and Jaina's life, this guy Dick would no longer exist now.
A peck or a drink are all determined by God.
This damn Fate is really unpredictable.
Facing the vigilant Paladin, Archlich shrugged. He reached out and took off the dark Dagger that made Dick feel uncomfortable all over from his waist. At the handle of the Dagger, the rotating eyeballs were looking at him intently. That was the gaze of Xal'atath, a Evil Being who died in ancient times and whose poison lingers in Spread to this day.
Being targeted by such a guy is definitely not an honorable thing.
But the next moment, when Archlich took out something from his gorgeous Bag of Holding, Dick's eyes widened completely.
"That thing... how could that thing be in your hand? Wasn't it..."
"Oh? Is this what you're talking about?"
Kel'Thuzad used three white bony fingers to pinch the amber eyeball floating in the air, placed it in front of him and shook it, and asked in a weird tone,
"Then who do you think issued the mission to the Assassin's Alliance? Do you really think it was Cho'gall? Do you really think that barbaric Ogre with abnormal brains can discover the secret in this eyeball? No, no, no, obviously he is not good enough. His poor IQ makes him still immersed in the fantasy of the so-called "Twilight's Hammer", that pathetic guy."
"He thought he had found a medium to control the power of Old Gods. He was so stupid. He had no idea that the only thing in the world that could control the power of Old Gods without any side effects had already been given to me by you yourself! Dick, I have to thank you, and my master also has to thank you! It is you who have connected me with her glory!"
Paladin felt his scalp numb again, not because of the Eye of C'Thun that Kel'Thuzad took out and handed to Garona by himself, but because of the meaning behind it. He suddenly realized that he seemed to be in a big trouble!
Kel'Thuzad and Garona used vague language to mislead him, making him mistakenly believe that Cho'gall wanted to get the eyeball. But now it seems that Dick may have personally handed the eyeball to the person who least deserved it.
"Of course, I also want to thank you for once again sending the necessities for Xal'atath to sublime into my hands! Look, Eye of C'Thun, but this is not Eye of C'Thun. This is the part that the executioner took away from my master's body endless years ago! Now, it's back!"
The fanatical Archlich raised the amber eyeball high and gently placed it on the other side of the dark Dagger in the other hand. When the front and back eyeballs merged together, the Xal'atath-Blade of the Black Empire held in Kel'Thuzad's hand began its transformation into Evil!
The Carved full of weird twists Runes and Recurved Blade continued to extend, and finally bent into a round barb. The Runes on it was hidden under the smooth surface. The green fluorescence lit up on the blade, and the barbs on its handle gradually melted away, transforming it from a most evil weapon into a green work of art.
There is also a round Gemstone inlaid under the handle. At the top of the handle, the eyes on both sides no longer move, as if they have become exquisite sculptures, but the evil aura has not been reduced even one bit because of the beauty of its appearance.
No matter which direction he looked from, the pupils of the carved eyes were still looking straight at him.
Dick couldn't help but take a step back.
After he personally experienced several transformations of Artifact, even the awakening of Uthalesh-Ulthalesh, the Deadwind Harvester, which controlled Fel Energy, did not frighten him so much, but now, invisible fear has indeed filled Dick's mind.
He recognized the weapon held high above his head by Archlich.
That... that is the advanced form of Xal'atath-Blade of the Black Empire - the most evil blade that controls the will of all things, named Twisted Mirror.
That sweet and greasy voice that makes the whole body run cold is wrapped around Dick's ears.
"I... I'm back!"
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