The hustle and bustle of the Angrathar battlefield could not affect the interior of Icecrown Citadel, but compared with the hot battlefield where the fire of Anger almost burned the sky, the battle that took place in this bone-cold Fortress was not inferior at all.
Tirion Fordring led Paladin to occupy the bottom platform in a devastating manner. The newly resurrected Lord Marrowgar has fallen into a desperate situation.
It is said that this is a twisted creature born in Ner'zhul's experiment to develop Bone Undead. It was cast from a thousand Undead Bones defeated by him in the endless flames of Forge of Souls. It is weird and powerful, just like the embodiment of the indescribable fear in Mortal Nightmare.
It has four completely different Bones heads, one is human, one is Orcs, one is Elf, and there is one of an unknown creature. His body only has the upper part. Those are like random combinations. The bones of Undead Fire were gathered inside and arranged in a chaotic manner on his chest. Behind him, there were four curved, sharp, Ashen-colored, spider-like Claws.
It does not fall to the ground, but floats above the ground in a way that ordinary people cannot imagine.
It is the gatekeeper of Icecrown Citadel and the opponent that Champion who try to enter deeper must defeat!
Its howl shook everyone's heart. There was no doubt that this was a powerful and troublesome guy. In order to deal with him, Tirion Fordring and Saurfang, two top experts, once again chose to join forces.
This ferocious Bone Behemoths is holding its own Bones in both hands War Axe, every blow will leave a streak of Ice Blue-colored bone-piercing Flames on the increasingly compressed battlefield. After a short time, the entire battlefield is almost covered with this kind of damage. Wrapped in the flames of the soul, the existence of this Flames eliminates the possibility of ordinary soldiers attacking it - any being whose soul is not strong enough can barely survive five minutes in this Flames.
Its huge body blocked the frozen passage leading to the hall further back. It seemed to be still performing its duties as a gatekeeper, but in fact, the wall of Ice on the other side of the battlefield had been cut open by a sharp blade, creating a crack full of cracks. Obviously, the gatekeeper had failed.
But it is obviously unrealistic to leave this giant beast on the battlefield. To the soldiers, this thing is simply a god of death! Someone must shoulder the heavy responsibility of getting rid of it.
"I'll control it!"
Tirion Fordring waved his left hand back, holding the black and blue War Axe lingering with purple soul light, and bravely rushed into the blue Flames. The thick Holy Light continued to expand behind him, forming a four-sided shield, helping him resist the invading soul flame.
Marlo Garr's Bones Heavy Axe immediately slashed at the charging Tirion Fordring. When War Axe was in mid-air, it ignited a faint blue blade, but Tirion Fordring held up War Axe and hit him head-on without dodging.
The bodies of the two are not at the same level at all, like mice challenging a giant, but there is no fear on Tirion Fordring's face.
"Bang"
The two weapons clashed together, and the scorching heat Holy Light in Tirion Fordring's body completely exploded at this moment. The dazzling and brilliant light was scattered by this heavy blow, as Rain of Light The same was sprinkled on the surrounding blue Flames. The collision of two completely different energies made the blue fire around the old knight feel as if it had encountered heavy pressure falling from the sky at this moment. It was almost extinguished at this moment.
Lord Marrowgar's unstoppable Charge was also forcibly stopped at this moment. This stop gave the deadly blade that had been wandering on the edge of the battlefield an opportunity to sneak in.
"Eat my axe!"
The substantial sound waves formed into a ball and hit Lord Marrowgar's head from mid-air. This brainless beast was hit by Battle Shout, and its body shook.
In this fatal stagnation, Blood Red's figure was like a boulder flying out of Trebuchet, drawing a bloody arc in the air. The Spine War Axe in his hand was rounded, and it was accurately chopped at the center of its four heads. Rage flowed through Saurfang's arms. The already sharp edge of War Axe made Blood Red's light even darker. The tyrannical impact brought by Mortal Strike made him almost kill Mal'Ganis. Lord's heads were all chopped open, but in the end it failed to complete the blow and only chopped off two of its heads. But even so, the threat of another death still woke up the twisted monster from stasis.
The blue flames spurted out from the gaps in every bone of its body, dyeing Mal'Ganis into the same shape as Fire Element.
The moment before the flames extended to War Axe, Orcs Warrior's left foot kicked on the edge of the Bones beast's head, and its entire body fell backwards.
"There's still a little bit left, Tirion Fordring, I'll leave it to you!"
Saurfang's voice came out amidst the crackling sound of the blue flames scorching the ground. The four sharp claw blades on the back of the Bones beast suddenly opened at this moment, stabbing Saurfang from four directions as it fell in the air, completely sealing the space for him to dodge.
The corner of old Orc's mouth opened into a sinister smile, and the bloody Rage sprang up on his body again. His left fist stretched back, and under the strong wrapping of Rage, he punched out with a spiral punch, hitting the Bones claw blade in front of him.
Half of the Ashen-colored giant bone spur flew out from the place where Warrior collided with the giant beast, and nailed Frost Wall in the distance.
But the next moment, three other sharp blades shot out from under and behind his body, and Saurfang was about to be pierced.
"Feel my soul Anger!"
"Boom!"
The purple energy Storm exploded in all directions, and the roaring Soul Storm of Myriad Forms tore apart everything it could destroy, whether it was the faint blue flame or the Mal'Ganis that was so close at hand. Lord's body, or the entire hall that was covered by Ice, was undergoing crazy destruction from the soul power of Shadowmourne at this moment.
Crack, Storm, this embodiment of power makes Mal'Ganis, who is about to kill with one blow, huge and twisted. At this moment, Evil's body seems to be covered with a layer of invisible shackles. The blue soul fire inside its body is constantly vibrating, as weak as a candle in the wind.
For this kind of Undead creature that essentially has no physical protection, the Soul Storm burst out by Myriad Forms was almost 100% powerful, and it was all borne by this unlucky monster. Its soul has not been destroyed by the Myriad Forms burst of Shadowmourne power, which is enough to prove the power of this monster itself.
But... it has no chance.
The figure of Tirion Fordring holding an ax jumped directly above Mal'Ganis's still trembling body. He held Ice Blue-colored War Axe in both hands and lifted it Over his head, the golden sea of Holy Light surged behind him, and the cold Seven Runes on the War Axe was lit up one by one. At this moment, light and darkness completely merged into one.
Like the last Judgmental.
This is the old knight who has reached the top of Azeroth Paladin. His eyes only look so cold when he looks at these completely hopeless creatures.
"Repent, monster!"
This was the last sound Mal'Ganis heard.
"Don't you understand your ignorance?"
"Do you still want to resist this great power?"
On the platform directly above the Mal'Ganis battlefield, the new leader of Cult of the Damned, the mysterious Lady Deathwhisper, is desperately fighting against the opponent in front of her who is so powerful that she is almost Despair.
She waved her hands, and the huge Shadow Bolt and the Cursed spells appeared in her palms as easily as eating and drinking, and then she threw them towards the damn Draenei opposite!
Her most sacred Preacher's Hall was in a mess at this time, with dozens of black charred corpses lying on the ground painted with religious patterns. They were her most sincere and powerful believers, Dark World's strongest group of people, but they were accompanied by substantial Holy Light In front of Draenei, who appeared in Ocean, he didn't even have the slightest resistance. The ripples of Holy Light exploded in a circle, igniting the darkness and death in his body, and he was burned to death by the fire of Purification.
Even Lady Deathwhisper herself was in extreme embarrassment at this time. The mask she used to cover her face had been burned away in the confrontation just now, revealing her true face.
Skeleton... Yes, like Kel'Thuzad, she is a lich... a lich who is loyal to the Lich King and powerful. She can even be said to be one of the most powerful mages in the world. However, when facing this damn old Draenei, she is no better than a child who is just learning magic.
Facing her attack, Draenei doesn't even need to fight back. The layer of Holy Light covering the surface of the body will not even be destroyed at all. It is another layer of power that has completely transformed.
That is no longer an opponent she can fight against... That is an existence far beyond her level. Thinking about it will make people tremble... Demigod!
Different from Lady Deathwhisper's shock, Velen's heart at this time had no fluctuations. He looked at Lich who was struggling in front of him with a mixture of pity and calmness. During the period when Argus's Order was about to perish, he had seen countless poor people who were as crazy as her.
Yes, even though she has dedicated her whole heart and soul to Lich King, in Velen's view, she is just a poor person who has gone astray. She was overwhelmed by the power, but she did not know that the price of this power is so heavy, just like Velen's former clan members... those damn memories.
"Come! Rejoice in pure form!"
Lady Deathwhisper seems to have inherited the Talents from the most outstanding Priest. Even in battle, the chatter is annoying. She holds up the in her hand. Staff, the whole body floated into the air, and the thick death energy continued to gather and rotate in her body, like a whirlpool of death energy. It seemed that just as she said, she was about to become a new form, a more powerful form.
"It makes no sense!"
Velen was awakened from his memory by the surging energy. He raised his eyes and glanced at the howling Lady Deathwhisper. He tapped the Redemption Scepter in his hand lightly on the ground. The next moment, a mass as thick as the real Warhammer appeared. The same Holy Light broke through the air and hit Lady Deathwhisper's head. The layered Mana Shield was completely shattered by this blow, and then the hot Holy Fire licked her Bones.
"Ahhh! This Pain! Ahhh!"
"This is Purification... May your soul rest in peace, poor lost man!"
Old Draenei turned and left while leaning on Staff. The golden flames he threw wrapped around Lady Deathwhisper's body, constantly consuming the Dark Energy in her body, turning her completely into a pillar of fire hanging in the sky.
Velen is indeed not good at fighting, but this is only for opponents of the same level. Lady Deathwhisper... is not even qualified to become an opponent.
Three minutes later, a ball of black Ashes followed the extinguishment of the golden flame and fell into the completely silent hall. If you listened carefully, there seemed to be a faint scream.
"All of this... all of this... is... all... in the master's... plan..."