When darkness reaches its deepest level, it is often when light is born.
When the first ray of light pierces the darkness, the dark era ends.
The figure of Dick is like a ray of light, passing through the land full of Undead. Behind him is dragging the extremely huge Holy Light. The hot, crazy, all-burning golden Holy Fire completely ignites everything he goes, leaving behind a thick Path of Ashes.
The main attacker of Shadow Vault is Darion, the leader of Odosa is Plugger, and the leader of Mord'rethar: The Death Gate is Draenei Vindicator Maraad is in charge, Dick's goal is this last Dark Citadel, Corp'rethar.
However, unlike the other three acropolis, Dick has no reinforcements, he only has one person.
It sounds unbelievable for one person to attack a city, but judging from the current situation, everything doesn't seem to be that bad.
Manpower is in short supply, especially now that the front battlefield is under the greatest pressure. Alliance Forces's senior management has used almost every available guy to the extreme, and must ensure that Arthas is caught off guard. The attack on the four-seat Dark Citadel must start at the same time and end as quickly as possible.
The essence of a surprise attack is the shortest possible time. Once there is a flaw in a certain link, Arthas reacts. It only takes him less than 10 minutes to use all his trump cards and completely crush the young people who besieged the Acropolis.
Therefore, we must link up one link at a time, and now it seems that the entire raid is going very smoothly.
If it weren't for the fact that Storm Peaks couldn't spare more manpower from the battlefield, Dick even planned to take Mogu Burning Legion to attack Angrathar, but that was obviously impossible.
Titan-forged has his own way of doing things. Although Dick can force them to join Mortal's war, it will most likely lead to internal divisions, especially for Archaedas, Heimdall, Ironaya and other High Guardianss, they may even choose to disobey orders. In the face of the threat of Ulduar, this kind of forced order is obviously not worth the gain.
But the key point is still in front of you. Paladin is holding Windfury with both hands. The roaring sacred Warhammer beside him is flying in the air into a burst of golden Storm, and is pouring up from all around. Death Knight and Abomination all forced back, and then waved Longsword. A golden blade was like a sharp light shining in the sky, sweeping away Undead within 20 meters in front of them, like a sickle cutting wheat, fast and deadly.
The Corp'rethar Acropolis in front of us is connected in the center of the dark wall. The sharp spikes on the top make this steel Fortress look like a huge beast dormant in the darkness, ferocious, dark, and tyrannical.
However, unlike other acropolis, this fortress is not so much a defensive setting as a Great Door connecting the Icecrown Glacier southwest and South areas. Great Door, a 15-meter-tall giant Stitched Abomination, holding Heavy Axe, is guarding the center of the Great Door, not allowing anyone to pass.
That is definitely the largest Undead creature that Arthas put together with the bones of Storm Giants. It moves slowly, but its attacks are extremely deadly. For such a huge creature, its huge body is the strongest defense. He uses this giant beast to guard here more than any other army.
Now, it's Dick's trouble.
Paladin was unwilling to waste time, and his body turned into Lightning. Before the surrounding Undead rushed towards him without fear of death, he disappeared in place, and then, a golden streak Pillar of Light rushed into the dark clouds, split and evolved, and finally, under the control of Dick, smashed down from the sky in the form of Rain of Light that filled the sky.
The scorching raindrops were like Heavenly Fire falling from the sky. When they collided with the dark air of Icecrown Glacier, they set off bright sparks in the sky, just like a gorgeous meteor shower falling from the sky. And descending, dragging its golden tail, hit the ground, destroying the Undead that rushed over, and at the same time, it stirred up waves of Permafrost's Storm on the ground.
And among this glorious Rain of Light, the figure of Dick is like a golden war angel,
Also dragging the long and narrow tail inflammation, he hit the end and stuck to Corp'rethar The structure Undead outside Great Door, he wore the Silver Armor he forged by himself, and the Windfury dragged backwards in his right hand was beating with thunder and golden Light Blade. The Undead giant in front of him also felt the danger coming, and it roared and raised the black Heavy Axe, the ax head alone is more than 3 meters long. It starts to move, and every step will cause earthquake-like vibrations on the ground. If this creature really appears on the battlefield, Dick cannot believe how many lives of ordinary soldiers are needed to bring about the demise of this guy. It is too huge, and this alone is enough to make it a real life. Killer
"Boom"
Dick put his left hand together with two fingers and swiped down hard. The giant Blade of Holy Light fell from the sky and chopped off the head of the running Undead Behemoths. The guy raised the War Axe in his hand and threw the hot Light Blade blocked the top of the head, but the next second, Paladin in the air held Windfury with both hands, and drew a perfect arc in the air. The burning Holy Light on the sword blade once again turned into Lightsaber and slashed out.
It was unable to defend against this blow, and could only let the scorching Light Blade cut into its body. One-third of its waist was Obliterate under this blow, and the burning Holy Fire was attached to its wound. The targeted energy fought against the darkness surging around his body, sparking clusters of dazzling light in the air.
Its movements are slow, and facing an opponent as nimble as Dick, it is like encountering a natural enemy.
Paladin did not intend to tangle with him any longer. His figure flashed, and the Windfury in his hand slashed into the monster's left arm. After stirring up the Holy Light in his body, the even hotter Holy Blade grazed the monster's arm amidst the sound of bones breaking, completely removing its axe-holding left arm.
The monster even lost its balance because of this, but the next moment, Dick's figure appeared on top of Corp'rethar's Dark Wall. He was holding Windfury in his right hand and opened his left hand. Golden lightning flashes continued to intersect and lengthen in it, eventually forming a Lightning overflowing golden Longspear.
He learned this from Thorim's attacks. Guardians, who also possesses the power of thunder, often uses Lightning Spear like this for long-range attacks. Dick also plans to learn it.
He raised his arms back, leaned back slightly, and narrowed his eyes. The next moment, his tense body suddenly bounced away, and Holy Light Longspear was overflowing with Lightning in his hand, piercing the air and flying out with a roar. A second later, the head of Undead Behemoths, who had just straightened up, exploded completely in the flying golden lightning.
It whimpered and let out its last mournful cry, and then fell down like a hill, leaving a cloud of flying dust on the dark ground.
"Nice blow! What's this move called?"
A voice that seemed frozen by Ice sounded behind Dick, from the entrance to the deepest passage leading to Corp'rethar. Dick turned around and saw the man carrying on his back. Dark Green Cloak's short figure came out of the darkness, holding a Ice Blue-colored Warhammer in his hand. Thick frost covered his armor and his beard, making him look like a real War Fortress.
His emotionless eyes looked at Paladin in front of him, as if he were looking at a stranger.
"I never thought, Dick, that one day we would meet in this form, in this damn place... We are on both sides of death. I know what you want to do, but you have to defeat me first, my disciple!"
Dick's left hand moved slightly, and Windfury disappeared in his hand, replaced by the Warhammer that was filled with silver light. The Crystal hammer surface was filled with Holy Light, mirroring Dick's face, and those eyes with a trace of nostalgia,
"Mr. Korth'azz, I have never forgotten the scene when you taught me how to use Warhammer in Crusader's Hold. I have never forgotten the scene when we fought against Undead together. scene, my Mentor, I'm sorry for everything that happened to you, and I can guarantee that from now on, you will never suffer this kind of Pain that you shouldn't bear."
The Warhammer in Dick's hand slid down gently. The next moment, the sky-shattering Holy Fire sprang up behind him, and the golden Rain of Light and Hymn were flying. Paladin raised his eyes with determination.
"I will set you free... give you true freedom!"
"Haha... I have been waiting for this day for too long. Come on, Dick, my most Pride disciple, come and let me see how far your martial arts have come?"
Korth'azz stretched out his hand, threw his Dark Green Cloak outward, and held the Warhammer that was lit up a little bit by Runes with both hands. The energy of darkness and death rose behind him, sweeping up the snowflakes in the sky, sweeping away the snow on the entire Corp'rethar city wall.
The darkness is thicker than darkness, and the Light and Shadow is brighter than light. The two opponents are about to start a life-and-death battle, but they are also like the two sides about to start a competition in Arena. They hold Warhammer with both hands and place them in front of them. Their eyes meet, one is cold and the other is firm.
The cold icy wind blew through the sky with flying snowflakes, gently blowing up the clothes outside the armor of the two people. The two people nodded, just like they were on Crusader's Hold and Training Arena five years ago.
But they are no longer disciples and Mentor, but opponents, light and darkness, life and death.
It has never been so clear, never so cruel.
After the etiquette was completed, the next moment, the steel earth beneath the two people's feet collapsed at the same time. Amidst the howling of darkness and the chanting of Hymn, two Warhammer collided together, one black and one white, completely blowing away the icy cold wind and falling snow.
Warhammer This kind of weapon, unless it has reached the pinnacle of martial arts, will never become agile. The two sides just keep colliding, blocking, colliding, smashing, and energy hedging. The momentum becomes more and more fierce. It is like the two people have made an appointment, giving up defense almost at the same time and attacking each other with the most ferocious attitude.
Golden flames and black ice flowers continued to blow in all directions. In this confrontation between power and power, Korth'azz felt more and more heavy pressure. He looked at Dick, that Paladin, that Paladin that appeared on the battlefield of Northern Frontier five years ago.
Like a meteor streaking across the sky, it completely illuminates the surrounding darkness, and this is just the beginning of the Legendary epic. Korth'azz knows that he believes that the Paladin in front of him will end these dark Sorrow years and bring the past and present into an unknown future.
It's a pity that he... can't see it.
"Bang"
The moment Warhammer of Korth'azz breaks through Divine Shield of Dick, Fire of Justice was also imprinted on Korth'azz's heart, and the dark energy was defeated for a moment. At this moment, the burning Holy Light Tide swept from behind Dick, completely submerging Korth'azz.
Old Dwarves did not struggle, and even took the initiative to stop the attack. He held Warhammer in front of him, like a sculpture, and seemed not to feel the golden Flames around him licking his body. His hair was burning, his beard was burning, and his soul was burning.
He looked at Dick, looked at Dick standing there praying for him, and waved his hands gently, just like he did when Southshore sent Dick Expedition Mount Hyjal.
"I'm leaving... to Dwarves’ Heaven, or continue to go back to that cold Hell, and end it all, Dick, I believe you can do it...Courage go on, burn yourself into a blazing, never-extinguishing fire, lighting up the darkness of this world."
"I really want to take another sip of Thunder Ale... I really want to go back to Thelsamar's tavern... the hometown in my memory, the songs in my memory... I... go home..."
Dick stood there alone, watching the old Dwarves who had warmly invited him to drink and taught him martial arts completely dissipated in the golden Flames. He half-knelt on the ground, took out a small jar from his arms, poured Korth'azz's ashes into it, and carefully put it back into Bag of Holding.
After doing all this, he turned into Lightning without looking back and dissipated in this dark place, and then a brighter Solar Lance pierced through the darkness and penetrated into Corp'rethar's Dark Hall. The scorching golden Holy Fire, the crazy beating thunder and lightning, at this moment, in the Anger that Dick could not suppress, completely destroyed this dark Fortress.
The steel melts and the darkness dissipates... This may be the beginning, but it is more like the bell ringing as a prelude to the end.
The death knell tolls for Scourge.