The barrier that Shen'dralar Elf arranged to seal Immol'thar is very strong, and it will prevent anyone from entering Demon's cage. This is reflected in the game, and Dick, who has killed Immol'thar more than once in the game, knows this clearly.
But when the Demons full of Angers were about to get out of trouble, the Lorekeepers had to give the green light to Dicks. They struggled A passage was opened for Paladin to enter, and then Paladin's whole body shining with Holy Light stepped into the purple Fel Energy Storm In the fully fleshed-out deadly barrier.
It's not that Dick is too big, but that no one else on the scene can complete this task except him.
Estulan has said that any Mortal that enters it will be killed by the Fel Energy that is filled with it. The experience of Holy Sword holder General Salorian proves this, but that is definitely not the power of Order side, so Dick's Order Power is his best defense.
And once Immol'thar walks out of this Weakening Barrier, with its Demon Lord level strength, it will be very difficult to kill it by then. Just from the fact that this guy has been absorbed by Shen'dralar Elf for thousands of years, Arcane Power, but can continue to persist, you can see how strong this guy's Combat Strength is.
Immol'thar in the game is just a weak BOSS, and any five-person team with proper coordination can kill it, but the real world is definitely different. In fact, when this "Doomhound" actually appeared in front of Dick, Paladin still felt a wave of horror.
This guy is at least 5-7 meters tall. He is covered in purple-black horny scales. The ends of his four legs have creepy big Claws. The black claw blades are clasped against the ground. Every time they move, they will leave cracks on the ground. There are marks on it, and the most frightening thing is its head. The two big heads are dripping disgusting and corrosive saliva from time to time, just like Core Hound that Dick once saw in Molten Core.
But there is only one big Blood Red eye on each head, and there are dozens of disgusting tentacles on the head. The top of each tentacle has a shining chaotic Fel Energy eye.
Hundred-Eyed Demon, Shen'dralar often call it this. Now it seems that this is not an exaggerated expression. This Doomhound really has many eyes.
In Purple Storm, there is another layer of light silver Light Shield around Paladin's body, which isolates him from all Fel Energy's infection, but in The moment Immol'thar appeared, a dozen chaotic rays shot out from Doomhound's eyeballs and hit Naaru's Shield raised by Dick.
The hot and chaotic rays pushed Dick back several steps, but Naaru's Shield was not shattered by it. It could be seen that the weakening effect of the barrier set by Lorekeeper still existed. At least in this circular hall, Demon Hound's attack could not harm Dick's body.
Immol'thar is a rare legal creature among Demon. This is also the source of Dick's confidence. His body has not recovered to its best, so facing the melee-type Demon is somewhat powerless, but he is not afraid of this legal creature. In fact, driven by MAX's Holy Power, Dick has the confidence to fight it.
So after the ray disappeared, the Windfury in Paladin's hand drew a Wind and Thunder mixed sword light in the purple Fel Energy. Holy Power formed in the air through this extremely conductive weapon. He drew a sharp Holy Light blade and accurately chopped it on Immol'thar's tentacles. Before the hot blade dissipated, it finally cut off the tentacles. The chopped eyeball fell at Dick's feet and was trampled by Paladin.
"Ouch!"
Immol'thar let out a wild roar, and its huge body rushed towards Dick like Charge's tank. Paladin rolled outwards. When he stood up, he happened to see Immol'thar's huge body hit the thick light, making a muffled sound.
The crack widened again!
Paladin gritted his teeth when he saw this scene. Basically, when Immol'thar turned his head, a Holy Fire flying Cross-shaped Star hit Doomhound in the abdomen, and then he was violently Eye Beam was hit by random rays. Most of the rays were blocked by Holy Light Barrier, but a blood hole the size of a thumb appeared on his shoulder. As Holy Power flew around, the blood hole had been stopped and was slowly healing.
This is still the Demon Hound after it was weakened. It's really hard to imagine that if this guy was completely victorious, I don't know how much sacrifice Shen'dralar Elf had to make to imprison it here.
"Ha! It hurts! You idiot!"
"Ouch!"
Just when Dick and Immol'thar were fighting fiercely, Throne Room and Prince Tortheldrin's frenzied attacks were finally contained, not because he was exhausted, but because Kael'thas used his unique skill of pressing the bottom of the box.
Zero-Gravity Field!
A light black aperture appeared behind Sun King. Wherever the aperture went, everything seemed to have lost its weight and control of direction. Even a spell caster like Prince Tortheldrin was struggling like a drowning fish. However, compared to other guards involved, he was in much better condition. At least he would not be cut in half by the sudden appearance of the weapon.
Kael'thas stands among these Zero-Gravity Fields, with seven exquisite weapons floating behind him. They are the top magic weapons that Sun King has ever found. In this force field, they seem to be given life. War Bow winds up automatically. Under the command of the master, it keeps shooting out the most deadly Void arrows, War Axe swept wildly, destroyed like crazy, Solid Shield guarded Kael'thas, Staff launched powerful magic, there were also Dagger who struck coldly, Longsword who was quick, and Staff who shined with restorative light.
He is like Deity standing in Void, using his own strength to contain the attack of Prince Tortheldrin and all his Evil minions, but in this situation, Kael'thas still cannot defeat With the Arcane Power shield on the surface of Prince Tortheldrin's body, that crazy guy gathered all Arcane Power of Eldre'Thalas on himself, and as time went by, the energy level of Arcane Power was rising rapidly.
"You'll end up turning yourself into a balloon filled with Arcane Power."
Kael'thas looked at Prince Tortheldrin struggling in Zero-Gravity Field with a trace of pity,
"Those Arcane Powers will eat you up, poor guy."
"You don't understand anything! Idiot! You don't even know what I saw at that time? This world cannot resist Burning Legion. They are secretly planning Revenge. Their power is spread throughout the universe! The last victory was a fluke. I have to think about my people! I have to protect them! I have to become the strongest and stronger than Demon!"
Prince Tortheldrin's language is confusing, but Kael'thas already understands his meaning, and his eyes are more compassionate,
"You're scared out of your wits, poor guy. Those villains won't let you go just because you're afraid of them. You have to pick up weapons instead of just stuffing any energy into your body. If you really want to protect your people."
"We can't win! Xoroth, Mardum and Argus, I've seen it, I've seen it with my own eyes! It's impossible to win! Get away! Get away! Don't disturb my "Ascension"!"
Prince Tortheldrin waved his arms crazily, and the corrosive Fel was swayed in all directions. In the weightless force field, the fireball flew everywhere, and almost immediately swallowed up a Guard who was trying to protect his leader.
There was a hint of Doubt in the corner of Kael'thas's eyes. He could feel that Prince Tortheldrin's thinking was a little abnormal. This abnormal thinking even affected his fighting. But before Arcane Node was destroyed, he could only imprison Prince Tortheldrin here in this way.
At the same moment, among Feathermoon Stronghold who were far away from Dire Maul, General Shandris·Feathermoon wearing a black Bat mask was sorting out his equipment. The sharp Demon-Breaking Arrows filled her quiver, as well as the sharp Elven Saber. Behind her, a group of stern Elite Huntress Force had been assembled. In front of her, her adoptive mother, the entire Kaldorei The spiritual leader of Elf, Tyrande·Whisperwind, also carries Blossoming Bow behind his back, and holds a Priestess's Staff with Moonlight in his hand.
A rare look of determination appeared on Tyrande's beautiful face. She glanced at her adopted daughter and asked softly,
"Shandris, are you sure Spatial Node has entered the interior of Eldre'Thalas?"
"Yes, mother, it is absolutely certain! That Amulet was placed on that Shen'dralar Warrior with my own hands. I can be sure that they entered the secluded place of Shen'dralar, but mother, is this really necessary? Shen'dralar 7000 has been in peace with the world. I don't think we need to fight with them."
General Feathermoon and some Doubt, in the past 7000 years, Feathermoon Stronghold has been monitoring the entire Feralas, just like Dick expected, they always knew the location of Shen'dralar Elf, but the two got along well until Secret Order of Tyrande appeared.
Seeing his adopted daughter Doubt, Tyrande stretched out his hand to smooth her somewhat scattered hair.
"Child, we have never been a warlike race, but this time the situation has gone beyond your imagination. The World Tree Seed tree, the one treasured by the Druids, has definitely been attacked by some kind of Evil Infected by power, although what Dick did was very excessive, we have to admit that he was the one who allowed us to escape the disaster. I can't imagine what terrible consequences would be if that Seeds was really planted."
"But what does this have to do with Shen'dralar?"
Shandris asked curiously, Tyrande blinked,
"Have you forgotten the meaning of Shen'dralar? We only have one World Tree species left on hand. It is absolutely impossible to give up, so we can only find a way to Purification. If Druid can't find the reason, we can only rely on the power of knowledge. In this regard, Shen'dralar is the most suitable group for Azeroth."
"Alright, Shandris, get your sisters ready, we'll set off in 3 minutes!"
Dick didn't know the situation in the outside world. After having more than a dozen tentacles cut off in succession, even the weak Immol'thar was forced to a dead end. It ran back and forth in the seal like crazy. Dick estimated Despite his current strength, he still did not rush forward rashly, but continued to use long-range energy attacks to chop out Longsword mixed with Order Power, leaving deep scars on Immol'thar's body.
This greatly weakened Demon Lord can barely mount a decent counterattack. Dick estimates that if it continues like this, it will enter a weak state due to excessive blood loss.
But just when Paladin was sure of winning, a moonlight light suddenly lit up in the space outside the hall. It was the energy sparks beating with powerful energy that forcibly tore the space apart. Estulan The veins on's forehead are popping up bit by bit. As a Lorekeeper who has studied magic a lot, he knows better than anyone else what it means to forcefully insert the third power in this weak balance state.
But he can't stop it anymore!
The next moment, the super-large Weakening Barrier, which was struggling to maintain itself, and the Light Screen, which was full of cracks, suddenly shattered at this moment. The sky-high purple energy also exploded at this moment, and was regarded as meat on the chopping board. Immol'thar let out an excited roar, feeling that the long-lost power was reviving in its body, and Dick, at the moment when the barrier was broken, had already fit forward and rushed forward. Realizing that something was wrong, he turned on all the states that could be turned on.
Four Wings were beating behind him, and Holy Fire was shining like a tide. He injected the maximum amount of Holy Power that could be mobilized in his body into Windfury. He grasped the hilt of the sword with both hands, jumped up, and swept the left side of Immol'thar's head. Then, the MAX-level Holy Power was extremely compressed and cut out from Windfury. A solid golden Holy Sword passed through Immol'thar's neck, and the giant sword blade that swept out directly opened an astonishing crack on the wall.
Demon wailed, and its half-drawn head was almost completely cut open at this moment, but before it could shoot its fatal eyeliner, the hanging head was pierced by a sharp black arrow. Then in the bright moonlight, Tyrande's indifferent figure holding a bow and arrow was reflected in the horrified eyes of Immol'thar.
Maybe it could ignore such a threat during a period of complete victory, but right now, this woman in a white robe is the last straw that overwhelms Camel.
"Demon! Tremble under Moonlight!"
"Whoosh"
The magical arrow wrapped in the power of Moonlight pierced the other head from the front, and then exploded in Immol'thar's brain. With the combined force of the two, the monster smashed its heavyweight body to the ground just before it regained its full strength.
It's not dead yet, but it's only one step away from death.
Dick stood up from the ground and walked to the head of Immol'thar who was still struggling. He looked at Priestess of the Moon who walked out of Moonlight, held the hilt of the sword with both hands, and stabbed hard.
The brilliant Holy Light burst out suddenly at the next moment, and even at the most victorious moment, it could compete with Moonlight.
Amid Immol'thar's mournful cry of death, Dick's friendly voice with a touch of indifference also sounded at the same time,
"Long time no see, Moon Priestess!"