Rise of the blood elves

168【Crisis】

boom

The dark battlefield suddenly lit up, and a huge roar echoed through the sky, even drowning out the shouts all over the sky.Near the explosion point at the front of the front line, a massive amount of sacred light erupted covering half of the battlefield. The holy flames burst out, and the soil splashed. Dozens and hundreds of undead were affected, and the nearby ones were instantly turned into ashes and dissipated in the strong wind. , the undead in the distance also collapsed crookedly, the blue ghost fire in the eyes slowly extinguished, freed from eternal sinking

When the light weakened slightly, the Dread Lord Anasseron staggered back, holding his left arm with his right hand, his face full of shock.There was a horrific bone-deep wound on his chest, from his left shoulder to his right rib, almost cutting his body in half.With every breath, a large amount of strange green blood poured out from the wound, dyeing half of his body green.

In the green blood, there are still some golden stars, which are the sacred energy that invaded his body.But the power of the Holy Light, which can have a healing effect on ordinary people, is the life and death enemy of demons like the Dread Lord, making him look sluggish and weak.

"tick, tick"

The blood dripped onto the corrupted earth, making a "sizzling" sound, as if it was burning the earth violently.Centered around the impact point, the black soil began to lose its vitality, and the weeds and other vegetation corrupted by the plague began to wither quickly.

Obviously, this fear devil had a head-on fight with a certain Holy Light controller and created this shocking explosion.

"Cough" Anasseron suddenly coughed up a large mouthful of blood, slumped forward, and supported the ground with his right hand.

This support didn't matter, the left arm that was originally hugged lost its support and began to swing under his body like a swing.I saw that the forearm was almost completely broken off, with only some skin and flesh still connected to the upper arm.

The injury was so serious, but the Dread Lord was extremely tenacious. He just lay on the ground and gasped several times. Regardless of the blood gurgling from the wound on his chest, he stood up directly and forcibly stopped the shaking of his body from shaking back and forth. He held the palm of his right hand to his feet. The place was filled with evil energy. He grabbed his left arm and stabbed it hard at the elbow joint to fix the broken arm.

"Click"

Just by listening to the sound, one could tell that severe pain was definitely accompanying it, but Anasseron looked unconcerned. His palm stayed on the elbow of his left arm, and the evil energy that kept pouring out circled the elbow joint. It circled rapidly, and the incomplete flesh and blood at the wound began to squirm in a disgusting manner. The tendons, muscles, and skin soon restored the left arm to its intact state.

He followed the same example and used evil energy to stop the bleeding from the chest wound.After completing all this, his breathing gradually stabilized. It seemed that this injury really cost him a lot.

But even so, the ruthlessness and cunning in the eyes of the Dread Lord remained the same.He raised his head and looked at the huge crater caused by the explosion. There was still steaming hot sacred energy inside, rising like smoke in wisps.

In the center of the giant pit, a paladin knelt on one knee, placing all his weight on the exaggeratedly shaped heavy straight-edged sword that was leaning on the ground in his right hand.Near the hilt of the sword, the golden holy crystal dimmed.

The Paladin's helmet has disappeared. Green evil flames are burning everywhere in his hair and shoulders. There are several terrifying scratches on one side of the shoulder armor. Blood gushes out from it and joins with the blood dripping from the corner of his mouth. They came together and flowed down the breastplate.

The paladin has maintained the same posture, motionless, and there is no sign of the ups and downs of his chest and back. He is obviously very seriously injured, and it is not even possible to tell whether he is dead or alive. Even if he is still alive, he must be on the verge of serious injury. degree of death.

Seeing this, Anasseron's lips bloomed into a victorious smile.

"You are indeed strong, but you are not strong enough to defeat me. Those mortals call you the Ashbringer, but the Holy Light you believe in does not seem to be able to bring you salvation. In front of the great master, no matter how you resist, you will never All insects that are easily crushed will kneel before the Burning Legion. Mortals, accept your inevitable fate."

Anatheron spoke in a solemn tone. As he spoke, he walked slowly towards the Ashbringer Mograine. The claws on his right hand "swiped" open to end the latter's life completely.

But as he walked, the Dread Lord's smile slowly faded, as if he had discovered something. His brows furrowed deeply, and he couldn't help but stop, stopping at the edge of the giant pit.

"Devil, I'm not dead yet."

Along with the blood foam rushing into the throat and an indistinct "gurgling" sound, a hoarse voice came from the giant pit.

click.

Mograine's other hand suddenly stretched out and placed it on the hilt of the Ashbringer's sword. He supported this supreme artifact and slowly stood up.He seemed to be exhausted. During the process of getting up, his thighs kept shaking, and it seemed that he could no longer support the weight of Zhu's body.

But when he raised his head and faced the Dread Lord directly, there was no sign of retreat on his blood-stained and determined face, and there was only an unquenchable fighting spirit in his eyes.

Suddenly, in the battlefield filled with the bloody atmosphere, a fighter who never gives up stood up in the huge pit. Like a rock, even if the flood comes and death comes, he will never retreat even half a step. step

As Mograine stood up, his momentum increased steadily, and Ashbringer's Ribze crystal ignited the blazing holy flames again, dyeing the huge pit golden.What is shrouded in the holy light does not seem to be the remains of a brutally hard-fought body that has been depleted by repeated battles after killing hundreds of undead, and then sneak attacked by the Dread Demon King, destroying a large area of ​​nearby land, but is a

Really, a Paladin.

one step, two steps

Mograine walked towards the Dread Lord with slow but firm steps.

Anasseron looked at this incredible scene, his eyelids twitched twice, his teeth clenched tightly, and his face was extremely ferocious.But in the end, he retreated. Before the opponent walked out of the giant pit, he spread his bat wings and floated backwards. At the same time, he hooked his hand. The nearby undead immediately gathered and attacked Mograine.

Not only was Ashbringer Mograine alone, there were also many strong men on the battlefield who were consumed by the natural disaster's human wave tactics and who were not familiar with the demon's fighting methods and suffered great losses.

Someone is dying every moment.

Another first-generation paladin of mankind, Tirion Fordring, is also in a very worrying situation.He was surrounded by dozens of enemies, and the siege was airtight. There were seven or eight death knights among them, and the two most powerful among them were particularly difficult to deal with.

They are a human and a high elf respectively. Both of them are high-level epic warriors, and their equipment is better than other death knights, causing Tirion a lot of trouble.These two people were none other than Thassarian and Koltira the Deathweaver, the leaders of the Knights of the Ebon Blade, the death knight organization of the Scourge in later generations.

These are the most elite warriors of natural disasters, working closely together.

As the battle progressed, all 18 of the Paladin team originally following Tirion were killed. Tirion, who had lost his flank cover, was attacked from both sides.They had no choice but to fight and retreat all the way, moving closer to the nearest friendly forces.

This road was already covered with corpses of demons and undead.All in all, he has killed countless epic-level opponents.

Rune swords lingering with necromantic energy came from all directions, and even fell on Tirion's protective holy light, weakening it by one point.Over time, this legendary paladin's physical strength and mana were greatly consumed. Whenever he gathered all his holy energy to withstand the enemy's attacks, and after he eliminated one, another would come from behind to fill the gap in the encirclement.

For a warrior who has been practicing martial arts since childhood, his peak period is not when he is young and strong in his 30s or [-]s, but when he is in his prime as his combat experience increases and he perfectly integrates his skills with his body control.

Even if a paladin like Tirion has the blessing of the Holy Light, it does not all rely on his strength, but the decline in physical condition caused by age is also an unavoidable problem.Not to mention that his opponent was full of energy and at his peak, but he had been fighting for nearly an hour amidst the overwhelming undead.