Drak'Tharon Keep For countless years, it has been Zul'Drak Drakkari Troll Outpost guarding the border, these Troll even built tall and strong walls and stairs along both sides of this fortress to resist Furbolg and other opponents rushing up from Grizzly Hills.
This city wall has protected them for tens of thousands of years, and has protected the Troll people through several large-scale wars. Even when the earth fell apart thousands of years ago, this city wall did not collapse. But this time, facing the blade of darkness wielding from the west, it failed to protect the Drakkari Troll people living here as before.
In fact, even in the face of Undead Scourge's invasion, this fortress was not so easy to fall. This shameful failure, which almost completely destroyed Drakkari Troll, was more due to the internal the Betrayer-Drakuru.
Before Lich King rose, this Troll was just an ordinary Troll, maybe a Priests or something, but he and other Troll What's different about is that this guy is the first guy to take the initiative to accept the power of Lich King, and wholeheartedly help Lich King infect his own kind to gain greater power.
This mentality of giving up everything for power made him get the attention of Lich King. Before Arthas left Northrend for the first time, he used Lich King's will to give Drakuru the power he wanted, and when the second When Lich King stood up from the throne, Drakuru had already led his "Troll" army to capture Drak'Tharon Keep, which truly opened a way for Scourge to enter Zul'Drak.
In order to praise this "Consecration", Lich King gave him another award, which made Drakuru also very satisfied, but he also expected more. From this point of view, Drakuru is a real Troll, with all the good qualities that Troll should have.
Cruel, cunning, and unscrupulous for the purpose, he is also cold enough, and never superstitious about power. He uses Wisdom more to act, which also makes him the public enemy of Drakkari Troll, but Drakuru... maybe from the beginning, he never cared about this.
But today, Drakuru and his Drak'Salon Keep ushered in a new opponent.
Uther is standing in front of the main entrance of Drak'Salon Keep. The heavy Great Door has been closed. This is Drakkari When Troll was at its strongest, the Great Door built was made of wood, but the heavy Fel Runes on it ensured that it was strong enough, and there was also an entire army of Undead Troll wandering outside the door!
Among them were soldiers, Priests, civilians, and even foreigners. That was Drakuru's army. Now, the dark Warlord appointed by Lich King stood at the top of Drak'Salon Keep, looking at Uther and the team of less than 200 people behind him with contempt.
No one would believe that Uther could defeat the majestic Drak'Salon Keep with such little power.
Uther felt that contemptuous look, but he didn't care, because he knew that his power had always been buried under this land.
Death Knight pulled out the Death's Verdict from behind, and the light of Blood Red wrapped around the ferocious bone spurs and Light Blade. Uther raised it high into the air, and the black Bat Wings appeared behind him, spreading out behind him as if it blocked the sky and the sun. At the same time, the land below was shaking at the same time.
Dozens of black lightning appeared from the top of Uther's sword, like a black stream of light. When the stream of light reached its peak, the ground shook the most violently, and the next moment, the ground beneath Uther's feet cracked, and more than a dozen Necromancer Servant broke through the ground and crawled out from the ground.
They were more than 4 meters tall, wearing tattered armor and holding rusty heavy weapons. They stood staggeringly beside Uther, guarding him like the most determined soldiers.
After doing all this, Death Knight looked up at the top of Drak'Salon Keep. Behind him, more than 200 Death Knight had summoned their own Army of the Dead. These The real elites of Knights of the Ebon Blade did not summon those Ghoul or Skeleton. Even Koltira, who recently joined Ebon Blade Knights, barely summoned 4 Vrykul. Necromancer, and both ends Crypt Lord Nerubians.
The number of the entire team expanded nearly 20 times in an instant, but it was not over yet.
Thassarian, who was standing next to Uther, took off the bone-white horn from his belt, and Darkness Power blew the bone horn. After a few seconds, the large creature shot The sound of punching the air came from afar, and with the surrounding temperature dropping several degrees in an instant, dozens of Frost Wyrms, controlled by Death Knight, rushed down from the dark sky.
Drakuru's face changed drastically, but before he could give the order, the darkness behind Uther Bat Wings suddenly twitched in the air, causing his body to rush forward quickly, as if a black Toxic Current appeared on the ground, instantly piercing the Undead people in front of him. Troll's Defensive Line, the next moment, there was a deafening collision sound from the front door of Drak'Salon Keep.
The whole earth seemed to shake at this moment. The smoke dissipated. Great Door had not collapsed yet. The dazzling black energy and Troll Runes collided with Light and Shadow, almost blowing away everything around it. Only Uther, like a black nail, was nailed in front of Great Door.
Charge up, raise your sword, charge forward, and slash!
Uther carried Bone Sword behind him, and the ground beneath his feet suddenly cracked. Under the gaze of Drakuru and other Death Knight, A flash of black Light Blade that seemed to pierce the sky flashed into the Great Door and the city wall, as if a black crack appeared on the city wall and Great Door.
In the end, it disappeared without a trace. Although Uther was strong, it had not yet reached the level of destroying this huge building with one blow, but... his goal was achieved.
Death Knight stretched out his hand and gently pushed Great Door in front of him.
"Bang!"
The next moment, the thick gray-blue Great Door collapsed into a wildly surging Fragments in front of his eyes. In the space with flying sawdust, the way forward was clear, Death Knight and him Our Army of the Dead began to be silent Charge, and the Bone Dragon in the sky sprinkled death into this City that had already died.
Nothing can stop them... not anymore.
Koltira was killed in the military Operation from Crystalsong Forest exploration to Icecrown Glacier a month ago, so he became Death Knight for only half a month. If he had not died in battle, he was already a powerful Quel'Thalas Blood Elf If it is Warrior, he is not qualified to participate in this Operation.
But even so, from controlling Rage to now controlling the death surging in his body, he is obviously still a little uncomfortable. Whether it is the operation of power or the understanding of death, he is still a little unfamiliar. This makes him always subconsciously use Warrior's method to solve the battle when facing the tall Troll swarming in front of him.
But Rage no longer responded to him, which made Koltira's battle more difficult.
"Invader... die!"
Troll Warlord, who had been completely transformed into Undead, waved the heavy reverse blade knife in his hand and slashed towards Koltira. The weapons collided, causing High Elf to Death Knight couldn't help but take several steps back before stopping, but this was not the end. Since Koltira was not yet able to command the Necromancer he had summoned, they were all fighting based on their own instincts and did not come to support Koltira at all.
Therefore, after the number of tall Troll Warlord around reached 5, the battle that Koltira could barely maintain immediately collapsed. His body was hit by the reverse blade knife, and he rolled on the ground in a panic. He could only surge the death energy outside his body to form Crimson Shield to protect himself from serious injuries.
But the next moment, a black shadow jumped into the battle circle. He waved his left hand forward, and Blood Red's death energy formed a Chains, which was about to hit Koltira. Troll Warlord's body, and pulled it back. The body was still flying in the air. Longsword in Thassarian's hands had already been waved. The death energy flowed through the Runes on the blade and transformed into bone-penetrating Frost, forming circles of small Northlands outside his body. Storm, any Troll Undead that comes close to him will be continuously slowed down by the impact of Frost, and eventually turn into five crystal clear ice sculptures.
The Longsword in Thassarian's hand brought out the light of Blood Red, and slashed at the two ice sculptures one on the left and one on the right. Before those Troll Warlord could hit Breaking the Ice, the sword blade slashed into their necks. The huge force transformed by the death energy directly cut off their heads, and the headless corpses fell to the ground.
Death Knight Combat Techniques-Death Strike.
A residual Blood Red shield appeared around Thassarian's body. It was a shield composed of Death Power drawn from the dead body just now, which helped him block it. With three Warlord slashes left, he waved his left hand again, and the Blood Red Energy that rushed out from the ground turned into a claw, strangling a Troll Warlord's neck, raised it high into the sky, struggling constantly, but unable to break free.
Death Knight Combat Techniques-Strangulate
The next second, Light and Shadow jumped again. This time, the sword blade was wrapped with the power of snow-white Frost. With the blessing of this cold power, Thassarian's attack speed became faster and faster.
Two white light-like sword blades danced on the troll's body. After the final blow was completed, the remaining two troll warlords still maintained their previous slashing appearance, but all the joints in their bodies had been chopped open.
Combat Techniques-Frost Strike.
With the final blow, Thassarian put his hands together and waved towards the sky. Ice Blue colored energy continued to extend on his combined Twin Swords, instantly forming a thick, The exquisite Ice sickle, under the Thassarian's back slash, the sickle brushed against the bodies of the three Trolls. The extremely sharp sickle brushed against their corpses, accurately cutting them into six pieces.
High-end Combat Techniques-Frostscythe
After finishing all this, Thassarian returned Twin Swords to its back, and Koltira just got up from the ground, less than 3 seconds passed.
Thassarian looked back at Koltira, was silent for a moment, and stretched out his hand towards him. There was a laceration on Koltira's left leg. He looked at Thassarian's outstretched hand and didn't want to pay attention to it, but in the end Thassarian grabbed the armor and lifted it up from the ground.
"Why did you save me?"
Koltira asked without appreciation. Thassarian was silent for a moment and then said,
"Thank you for saving my sister Lireesa, even sacrificing your own life for it... I owe you a life!"
Thassarian looked at Koltira seriously, and the latter probably remembered something, stood there blankly, and finally smiled mockingly,
"I never thought that Human Girl who rushed into the battlefield rashly would be your sister... Well... forget it, I don't regret saving a life from Undead that didn't deserve to die, but Thassarian, you are wrong, you owe me two lives! And my brother Falthora, I will kill you with my own hands, I swear!"
Thassarian glanced at him and whispered,
"After killing Lich King, I will personally return my life to you."
"No!"
Koltira had an ugly smile on his face, "Keep it, I will get it myself!"
Passing behind the two people, death and death were colliding crazily, like two giant beasts spreading death, roaring to pierce their teeth into each other's blood vessels and kill each other.
And at a higher place, Uther and Drakuru have already joined hands. The victory or defeat of these two guys will directly determine the direction of this battle.
No one wants to lose, so everyone wants to win, but the cruelest thing is this, there is always only one winner.