Rise of the blood elves

170【Crisis】

As the Lich Bone Palm was raised, the temperature in the vast battlefield area began to drop sharply.Everyone was surprised to find that their breath turned into white mist.There is breath, and there is white steam evaporating from sweat. Hot steam is rising everywhere on the top of the head and on the exposed skin.From a distance, it looked like hundreds of steamers appeared on the battlefield.

The blood that accumulated in a river on the ground was even frozen by the low temperature, turning into crystal clear blood ice.There were constant clicking sounds, and the weapons in the hands of the soldiers were covered with a layer of frost. Some of the less sophisticated weapons could not withstand the sudden temperature difference, and were directly frozen to the point of cracks and then shattered.

The temperature is getting colder and colder. Even the Frostwolf orcs who live in cold areas all year round cannot bear such low temperatures. Their bodies tremble involuntarily, their faces turn ashen, and the flexibility of their limbs is reduced by the coldness that pierces their bones. To a very slow level.

But the fight continues.

After this cold wave swept across, in the bone-chilling cold, the combat capabilities of the coalition soldiers were greatly weakened. Their faces were ashen, as if they were suffering from unimaginable frostbite pain. Many people's movements were no longer smooth and became stiff and obscure. stand up.

The demons and undead were not affected in the slightest. Under the circumstances, the already precarious battle situation immediately turned into a one-sided massacre without any suspense.The undead swarmed forward, and the demons slaughtered the incapacitated coalition soldiers. In a short period of time, a large number of coalition soldiers died.

What's even more frightening is that the water vapor in the humid air in early spring, as if guided by magic, converges on the surviving coalition soldiers, and soon forms a thick layer of ice, hanging on the soldiers' armor, giving them The movements that were no longer flexible added a bit of unbearable weight.

Some people were almost frozen into ice men, with ice hanging all over their arms and chests.

This

It's just a side effect of Kel'Thuzad's large-scale killing spell. The low temperature continues and the cold continues to spread.

The open battlefield space, several kilometers of land, was actually covered by this unknown spell that was still in the brewing stage.

The Lich's mana was actually terrifying to this extent. Only a dozen seconds had passed since Kel'Thuzad entered the scene.

This is beyond the scope of the legendary level, because even veteran legendary mages like Antonidas and Kael'thas, who have been immersed in magic for many years, will never be able to compile spells of such a high level in such a short period of time. .

The most shocking thing is that massive amounts of magical energy are still gathering towards the lich, and this spell is far from being formed.

truly terrible

Still to come.

"Don't let it complete the spell"

Several roars rang out in unison on the battlefield, and it was obvious that everyone was aware of the destructive power contained in this spell.

As early as the cold came, Tirion Fordring, who had finally fought his way out of the tight siege, stopped and turned to face the Lich in the distance.Although he is only a Paladin and is not familiar with arcane energy, which is considered very dangerous by most people, Tirion, who has become a legend and has experienced a lot, can still understand that after the Lich's spell is completed, , the possible catastrophic consequences.

have to

stop it.

Once the spell is completed, it may be the last straw for the coalition forces that suffered heavy casualties, bringing an end to this battle.This means that from now on, the north will no longer have the power to resist natural disasters.

but who can stop it

He stared at the lich for a while, frowning.Thousands of undead souls separated the Lich from him, like a chasm that could not be crossed.

He looked around and saw the extremely tragic battle groups. In order to liberate this land, soldiers with lofty beliefs shed blood and sacrificed every minute.

Finally, he turned his eyes and looked at his son, Tyran Fordring, who was leading a large group of paladins, preparing to take him back to safety.

Tailan is very young, just in her 20s.He waved his war hammer, trying his best to clear a passage among the dense undead, and approached Tirion.

Tirion felt guilty for this excellent son.Tyran grew up in lies. Ever since he was exiled by the Knights of the Silver Hand and the Alliance for saving the orc Eitrigg, everyone has concealed this fact from Tyran.

They did not tell him that his father "dishonored" his name as a World War II hero, chose treason, and committed the crime of attacking his comrades and compatriots for the sake of an orc who was regarded as a life-and-death enemy by all humans.

They told him that his father died gloriously in a battle, with endless glory, and would always be admired by future generations.

The young Tailan has always followed the example of his father who died gloriously, and strives to pursue his father's legacy, and strives to become a paladin whose mission is to protect the people and resist evil.

After being exiled and hearing that his son was about to be baptized and become a true paladin, Tirion returned to his hometown. Hidden among the crowd, Tirion witnessed this scene that made him feel proud and proud.

To this day, it is still fresh in my memory.

Suddenly, a gentle and dignified woman appeared on the battlefield filled with the stench of rotten corpses and the smell of blood like rust.Her appearance was like a holy light, dispelling all the gloom since the invasion of natural disasters and illuminating Tirion's heart.

She looked at Tirion tenderly, as if telling him:

鈥滀汉鐖鐖搖殑鈥

"Do what you have to do."

a father, a leader

What a true paladin should do

Tirion slowly closed his eyes.

When he opened his eyes again, Tirion's expression was determined.When the weak and trembling hands grasped the hammer handle of the Silver Hand, the artifact glowed with dazzling brilliance.He roared, raised his heavy silver hand, dragged his old body, and charged towards the ocean of the undead.

Mograine also noticed something strange on the battlefield.

Serious injuries and fatigue eroded his body.

There were corpses lying on the ground beside his feet, including undead and demons. The armor all over his body was covered with layers of solidified blood, and the original color was almost invisible.

This powerful paladin looked like a god of death emerging from a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood.

A dozen meters away from him, there was a weak Dread Demon kneeling on the ground. Half of its wings were missing, and its body was covered with wounds caused by the Ashbringer. Green blood was gurgling out. It was obvious that the wounds were close to death.

Mograine gasped for air, shook off the blood from Ashbringer, looked at the Dread Lord for two seconds, and then flew towards Kel'Thuzad's position.

This action made Aneseron on the other side tremble, and he hurriedly stood up and took two steps back. He seemed to be afraid of the man in front of him and the Ashbringer in his hand.When he found that the other party's target was not him, the Dread Lord breathed a sigh of relief.

It has been hunted by this terrifyingly determined paladin for an unknown amount of time, almost spanning half of the battlefield.

During this period, no matter how Anasseron hid or how many undead he controlled to stop him, he would always be reduced to ashes under his artifact.

This was the first time in Anathelon's life that he experienced the feeling of being hunted down by a mortal.

This taste

Not really.

"cough"

Anasseron coughed up a large mouthful of green blood and turned his gaze to Kel'Thuzad, who was casting a spell, somewhat surprised.

In terms of mastery of necromancy, there is no creature in this universe that can compare to the Nasrezim clan.It can be said that most of the undead knowledge in the Lich King's mind was inherited from the Nasrezim clan, except for the knowledge he gained from regaining a new "life", approaching the realm of death with a new attitude, and then becoming self-taught without a teacher. .

To a certain extent, the nathrezim are the initiators of Azeroth's natural disaster crisis.

But now, the terrifying energy contained in the necromancy spell Kel'Thuzad was weaving made even masters of necromancy magic like Anersalon feel extremely frightened.

This lich

too strong.

At the same time, many legendary strongmen on the battlefield realized the crisis.

The old Drek'Thar immediately steeled himself and once again called for the help of the elements.Next to him, four totems appeared automatically, namely earth, fire, water and wind.Shamans always use this special magical artifact to enhance their ability to communicate with the elements.

Totems are usually made of wood, but the totem summoned by Drek'Thar is purely composed of four elements, which is much stronger in terms of auxiliary effects.

"Ow"

After a long wolf howl, two giant spiritual wolves were summoned and flew towards the Lich furiously.

Lightning rages, flames crackle, the wind howls, and the waves surge

The four elemental powers of Azeroth responded to Drek'Thar's call and began to turn their attention to this tragic battlefield.

It is difficult for ordinary people to imagine that an old orc with gray hair has such a powerful spell-casting ability.

A duel between the legendary shaman and the legendary lich is about to begin.

"Break it, quick, quick"

Idonis shouted loudly, and he has been standing by Angmar's side since the decisive battle began.Several blood elf magisters, except for Randela who stayed on the slope to direct the mage operations, the rest also came here to provide spell support at close range.But this move had been interrupted by the Dread Lord's surprise attack.

A few minutes ago, two fear devils suddenly appeared, killing the guards around the magister in an instant, and seriously injured Emniel with necromancy.Fortunately, Liadrin and Dathrohan heard the news and came in time. Otherwise, not only the lives of several mages were at stake, but also Angmar.

These two fear devils were obviously coming after him.

But Angmar, who was still in a trance and trying his best to communicate with the "underworldly existence" hit by the flames, knew nothing about what was happening in the outside world.He felt that he had entered a rather strange state, similar to the meditation that all mages are familiar with, but he could feel that time was passing rapidly around him, as if he was traveling through a long time tunnel.He didn't know where it was going, but at the far-off end point, the figure that was so familiar to him was calling him and pointing the way.

At this time, the yellow quicksand that surged out from the flames enveloped itself and Angmar, appearing and disappearing, becoming transparent and void for a while, and then returned to its physical state, as if it was floating in this world. Outside the world, it no longer belongs to the current time and space.

More than one magister has given up on nearby support and turned his spells to the floating lich in the distance of the battlefield.After losing the support of the mage, the nearby spellbreakers immediately fell into a passive dilemma, being suppressed by angry guards several times their size and retreating steadily.

Mages need a safe environment to cast spells, and there are not many soldiers guarding them. Now there is a risk that the enemy will break through the defense and directly threaten their personal safety.But they had no other choice. As a master of spells, any magister could realize how terrifying the spell Kel'Thuzad weaved was. While they were shocked by the terror of the lich, they were even more determined to interrupt this spell at any cost. Otherwise, the coalition forces will face a devastating blow.

swish swish

The dazzling spell flew through the air and flew towards Kel'Thuzad.No one hopes to analyze the essence of the Lich's spells and fundamentally resolve the opponent's spells. This is too time-consuming and undoubtedly unrealistic.Because the opponent's strength is far superior to theirs, they have no choice but to use attacks to distract the opponent's attention.

However, most of the spells slowly dissipated midway before they got within a hundred meters of Kel'Thuzad. They had no effect at all, and they couldn't even make the opponent bother to defend.

"This is impossible," a magister exclaimed. He watched helplessly as he gathered the last of his mana to cast a pyrotechnic, which turned into pure arcane energy in mid-air. Instead of causing trouble to the opponent, the energy was captured. into the opponent's spell.

Emineel, whose face was bloodless, heard this, gritted her teeth and glanced at the lich floating in the sky above the distant battlefield, pushed away the priest who kept suppressing his injuries with sacred spells, and then stood up.

As soon as she stood up, dizziness hit her hard, almost drowning her, and she almost fell to the ground.

I saw five deep scratches on Emineel's graceful body, starting from her graceful neck to her lower abdomen on the right side.Through the broken mage's robe and underwear, one could vaguely see his flat and smooth belly, and two soft and soft masses that were constantly shaking.

It's a pity that the beauty of this happy couple has been destroyed by five claw marks. The skin and flesh are rolled up. Even if it is treated by sacred spells, it is still covered with evil energy like maggots on the tarsal bones.The nearby skin has been eroded by evil energy, and there are already signs of withering and wrinkles, and they are still spreading.

She opened the wound regardless of her movements, and blood poured out from it again. She raised her left hand and put it in front of her eyes to examine it.On her middle finger, she wore an enchanted ring set with a golden gemstone. The soft light emitted illuminated her delicate face covered with blood.

The "magic gem" on this ring is actually the condensed energy of the holy tree essence that she "stole" from Angmar's body.She also didn't expect that the energy, which is insignificant to the former, actually has many beneficial effects far beyond ordinary enchantment amplification spells. It can not only shorten the casting time, but also increase the speed of mana recovery. It can be said that it has endless wonderful uses.

There was a look of reluctance in her eyes, and she gritted her teeth after a moment, as if she had made some decision.Take off the magic ring, put it on your fingertips and pinch it hard

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