Ahn'Qiraj, this City is the Nerubians of Azjol·Nerubian Kingdom in Borean Tundra, that is, they rule A City was built on the border of the country. Those Nerubianss who can use magic used extremely superb skills to build this golden City on this snowfield shrouded in white snow.
It is said that in the past years, under direct sunlight, this City looked like it was painted in gold, and was extremely magnificent.
But now, this City is surrounded by a cold atmosphere and thick ice. Yes, Elite Undead of the entire Borean Tundra time lives in it, even the thick, demolished City The aisles of Great Door are filled with tall patrolling Abomination.
Maybe it's because it's closer to Icecrown Glacier. The Abomination here seems bigger and more aggressive. There are clouds of air Dark Green in this aisle. Spread is disgusting. The disgusting green gas is here. There are City everywhere in the seat, and Nerubians, Skeleton and even Lich, Construct with Undead Fire burning in the eyes make one dizzy just by looking at them.
This is a City that cannot tolerate the existence of life, a City that is dead.
In the Inner City area in the center of City, there are three Necropoliss distributed in three different directions. They were originally the places where the nobles of Nerubians lived, but now they have been transformed into Necropoliss used to command subordinate Undeads.
High Priest Andoras was wandering back and forth in his Spire of Pain a little irritably.
This is High Elf wearing a red robe, but his thin face and the shining Red Light in his eyes prove his identity. This is Undead.
He was once a Mage captain of Quel'Thalas, and died in the battle of Scourge's invasion. Later, he withdrew from Northrend and was assigned to Ahn'Qiraj Holy City. As a high-level Commander, he participated in the invasion of Borean Tundra.
Andoras expressed regret for becoming Undead, but after being completely controlled by Frostmourne, he felt that this was not a bad thing. He had endless time to explore the secrets of magic. In essence, he became a creature similar to Lich.
Most of these guys who study magic are like this. Once they find something more worthy of study, whether life exists or not is meaningless.
However, recently, Andoras's relatively happy Undead career has encountered trouble.
First, Bigwigs in the floating city Naxxanar overhead received news that another floating city Talramas had fallen, and asked Andoras to send some soldiers to the east of Borean Tundra to check. This was nothing, but another thing was very unpleasant.
Bigwigs of Naxxanar probably felt threatened, and ordered that all Ahn'Qiraj and Arcane Power must be gathered in Naxxanar's floating Magic Circle to ensure that they could take off at any time. The direct consequence of this order was that Andoras's magic research had to come to a halt.
This made him even more manic, especially after leaving his beloved Laboratory for two full days.
"That damn bastard! I'm going to chop him up! I swear!"
Andoras walked back and forth on the ground of Necropolis of Agony angrily. After becoming Undead, he no longer pursued the various luxuries of High Elf., the corners of this Necropolis are covered with spider webs, and there are some small spiders running around. There are some skeletons thrown further away, those of his experiments... After they died, they were too lazy to throw them away, and they ended up like that.
This place is absolutely disgusting!
A trace of ruthlessness flashed across Andoras's skinny face. He strode towards Necropolis with his green Staff. He made up his mind to go to Naxxanar. His research on improving Plague had reached the most critical moment. How could he stop now?
He holds a purple Scroll in his arms, which is part of the traditional Keystone leading to Naxxanar. Only by gathering the other two Necropolis Scroll can he go there. A floating city, so before that, he had to go to Necropolis of Blood and Decay, but the two Nerubians were quite easy to talk to. The boring character of their race made them basically ignore the conflict between Andoras and the distinguished guest.
But at the moment when Andoras was about to walk out of Spire of Pain, the senior Elf Mage suddenly turned around, his red eyes fixed on the corner of the hall, he held Staff tightly, and shouted in a harsh and sharp voice,
"Who's there! Get out!"
Of course, it is not just a warning, there is also a Sulfuric Fire thrown out casually. After becoming Undead, the energy in the body is more inclined to shadow and Frost, but for a strong enough Mage, other types of magic are not unusable, such as Andoras.
But how could Rogue, who had been lurking under his nose for so long, be a weak hand?
The figure of Tao Shi jumped out from its hiding place before Sulfuric Fire rushed over. She used the strength above her head and the wall next to her twice, and landed lightly on the ground. She held the golden Thorn Rapier in her hand, and the leather armor on her body was replaced by a set of gray-black Dragon Scale Armor. Her eyes widened, and two small fangs poked out from the corners of her mouth.
This agile Pandaren Rogue looked at the Andoras in front of him, as if he had discovered the prey Hunter.
"Wow, a Bearfolk!"
The flame in Andoras's left hand was surging, exuding blazing heat. After becoming Undead, this High Elf seemed to have changed into the character of Arrogance. He looked at Tao Shi, a trace of disdain flashed across his skinny face.
"When will you beasts be able to walk on the earth openly? Go back and catch rabbits!"
The Flames in his hand separated into three strands and struck towards Tao Shi. Pandaren Rogue kept retreating, while Andoras became even more aggressive.
"Look, when you are discovered by me from the shadows, you are dead! I will hang your head on the wall of Ahn'Qiraj as a warning to those stupid outsiders! This land belongs to Scourge! Forever!"
"You are so noisy!"
Tao Shi's figure flashed and appeared in another direction, but instead of attacking, she hung Rapier on her waist. A hint of ridicule flashed across her soft face,
"You should look behind you!"
Andoras has no chance to look back, because one is handmade by master Ironforge, Dalaran Mage Enchanting's dark Warglaives was already shining on his neck. As the headless corpse hit the ground, Sulfuric Fire, who lost control, immediately wrapped the corpse completely.
In just a few seconds, the smell of burned corpses filled the Necropolis. Naisha weighed the purple Scroll in his hand, made a retreat gesture to Tao Shi, and the two disappeared into the dark hall.
Almost at the same time, Necromancer in the other two Necropolis Lord was also killed by Wardens and Rogue. Undead of Ahn'Qiraj Holy City lost three leaders at the same time, and rioted almost instantly. At the same time, along with three fireworks rushing into the sky, the vibrations on the ground also started from Ahn'Qiraj Southeast sounded on the ground, Mograine personally led the team, Scarlet Crusade and Silver Hand, Argent Dawn, these three Paladin The E organization was dispatched in full force for the first time. Warhorse, wearing armor, ran on the snowy ground, trampling the snow on the heavy ground like a moving Blizzard.
Looking from the sky, a golden stream of iron appeared on the entire ground. In the snow, pointing directly at the outer wall of Ahn'Qiraj, a group of people were standing on the snowy field of Ahn'Qiraj. The foraging mammoths were alarmed and fled in all directions in panic. The vultures cruising above the snowfields were also frightened by the murderous aura and flapped their wings toward the sky in panic.
Mograine was wearing heavy armor, holding high the shining Ashbringer in his hand. His youngest son followed behind him, also holding the bloody the Warbreaker in his hand. Longsword, behind them are the resolute Lordaeron and Paladin. After splitting, misunderstanding and even hostile mutual harm, these three Paladin reunited again.
Their beliefs are still different, but when they unite, nothing can stop the progress of this steel torrent.
"Give me... break it open!"
There were still hundreds of meters away from the city wall. The old knight waved the streamer Greatsword in his hand and slashed downwards. A Light Blade that penetrated the world fell from the sky and struck Ahn'Qiraj Holy City accurately. In the very center of the city wall, as the ground beat, the chopped flying sand and rocks surged into the sky. That section of the city wall and the chaotic Undead behind it were completely destroyed in the scorching light.
Along with Order of Knights's Charge, the Gnomes engineers outside the position also began to quickly turn the huge, black steel artillery, aiming it at Floating Fortress, which had begun to move in the sky. Naxxanar, after the reconnaissance three days ago, Mograine borrowed the Gnomes artillery from Tirion Fordring. It was also them who used anti-aircraft artillery to blast Floating Fortress Talramas during the war in the east. Now, they need to recreate that miracle.
The leader of Gnomes, Fizzlank Major, held the telescope in his hand. After careful investigation, he shouted to the eager Gnomess,
"Okay, okay! Guys, aim at coordinates 87, 90, and 65! Teach those damn Undead a lesson!"
As Fizzlank waved his left hand, dozens of anti-aircraft guns fixed on the ground opened fire at the same time. Hot projectiles flew out of the gun barrel, and most of them hit Naxxanar. However, due to Talramas Lesson from, this large Floating Fortress also has a magic shield turned on when it is not activated, so after these shells filled with potent Fire Elemental exploded, they did not harm the main body of Naxxanar.
However, the explosion of these shells abruptly interrupted the counterattack planned by the floating City.
Standing in the Naxxanar command center, Marwyn on the top platform was also staggered by the vibration. He looked fiercely at Paladin who had rushed into the chaos of Ahn'Qiraj Holy City, and then looked at the three communication orbs that had no response. The guard captain of Arthas shook his hand fiercely.
Paladins's attack was very precise, like a big hand stuck on Marwyn's neck. The whole process was very fast. Even if this High-ranking Undead Lord started gathering Undead's army now, it would probably be too late.
Marwyn glanced at the battlefield that had been completely cut open, and shouted to those Cursed Mage behind him,
"Retreat! Go back to Dragonblight! Send a message to Nerubians of Azjol·Nerubian and ask them to assemble at Frozen Shore as quickly as possible! I want these Paladin to never come back!"
A few minutes later, Naxxanar, who had endured another round of shelling, finally took off with difficulty. However, at the moment Marwyn looked away, a sharp cracking sound was like breaking through the air, quickly piercing through the thick magic shield around Naxxanar, and appeared in front of him. High Lord only had time to lower his head, and heard a clang.
The Saronite Helm above his head was knocked into the air by the light arrow, and then fell to the ground. The hard surface had been penetrated.
This shocking blow made Marwyn's heart that had stopped beating for a long time feel fear again. He looked up and saw a Portal standing there on the edge of the distant snowfield. An indifferent High Elf was holding the gorgeous War Bow in his hand. It was him who fired the blow just now.
That Elf was carrying a black Eyepatch, and the only remaining One-Eye was shining with the cold light of Hunter. He seemed dissatisfied that Marwyn escaped the blow, and was about to draw the bow string and shoot the second arrow.
Marwyn hurriedly backed away. He didn't want to try the second arrow, but the sound of a sharp weapon piercing the body from behind made him couldn't help but look back. It was Wardens wearing Dark Green Bladed Cloak, holding Warglaives, and another Pandaren wearing Dragon Scale Armor Rogue, under their feet are those Cursed Mage who control Naxxanar.
When he turned his head, the throat of the last Mage was cut by Wardens, leaving no one alive.
"Bass"
Marwyn pulled out Ice Blades from his waist. Along with the surge of darkness Arcane Power, a dozen cold corpses stood up from Marwyn's side. A sinister smile appeared on his skinny and pale face.
"Want to have a fight here? You picked the wrong opponent!"
"Oh... then let me be your opponent, Marwyn, old friend!"
Under the clear sky, purple Lightning was flowing. When he heard the familiar voice in his memory, Marwyn all his emotions disappeared. He turned his head and saw the figure leaning on the Lightning overflowing alien Longsword and wearing a Blue and White plush cloak.
Those eyes were still as ordinary as he remembered, but the light emanating from them made people dare not look directly.
"Dick... You are finally here. How can you do it without this stage? Unfortunately... I may not be able to see the end."
"Don't worry, Marwyn, you don't want to see Scourge completely defeated. I will give you Pain... in the name of memories."