When Mograine rose from the ground with a pillar of light blade in his hand, and when he and Tirio Fordin, who had regained the power of the light, began to charge again, the undead were finally defeated. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

How strong is the Ashbringer oppression of the undead in the North?

It was a force that Arthas didn't dare to face before he became the Lich King, but after dispersing the undead, Fordin and Old Mograine almost immediately stopped their pursuit.

It's been too long since the agreed time, but Dick and the others haven't returned, which is enough to tell the story.

The two old knights didn't even have time to tell the paladin's commanders before they rode into the sky on griffins, and if Dick's warriors died at Naxxramas, the victory would be meaningless.

As can be seen from the tragedy of Kurtaz and Dassault Khan, the Scourge of the Dead has mastered the evil method of completely resurrecting these warriors, and even old Mograine could not imagine the pressure that his side would be under if Dick's others were put into the Scourge camp.

It is no exaggeration to say that if the worst comes true, the already unequal balance of strength between the two sides will instantly widen again to the point of despair.

This is no longer a weakening, but a terrible scenario of one thing and the other.

When the two of them rushed into the sky above Naxxramas, looking at the green shield shining with ominous light, and wielding two swords of holy light, the old Mograini said to Fording with a headache,

"How did they get through?"

"It is said to be a potion that can simulate the breath of the undead, but I don't have it here, it's a real headache!"

Fording was also a little entangled, the magic shield in front of him was really uncomfortable, even when the old Mograine was in his heyday, it was difficult to break it, not to mention that the old knight had only just recovered from his injury, and he was far from fully recovering.

But just as the two knights were thinking of all sorts of options, the shield in front of them suddenly shone brightly, and then disappeared into obscurity, and the old Verding was stunned for a moment, and without saying a word, he jumped up from the griffon, and pounced on the unguarded Naxxramas, with Mograine following close behind.

After both of them jumped into the shield, the green shield returned to its previous appearance again, and the old knights instinctively sensed that something was wrong, but now was not the time to care, they quickly ran on the surface of Naxxramas, the area of this large natural disaster floating city was too large, and it took them a full 2 minutes before they found the battlefield where the energy fluctuations were violently intertwined.

Fording took a few steps back, old Mograini held the ash messenger who had completed the form transformation with both hands, took a deep breath, and injected all the holy energy surging in his body into it, and the ash messenger once again came with that kind of domineering holy light, the energy blade quickly extended, and the old knight slashed down fiercely when his momentum reached its peak.

"Bang!"

The full force of this epic hero's blow, even real steel was about to be melted, not to mention the mixture of steel and stone, and at the moment when the entire Naxxramas was violently shaken, along with the flying bricks and stones, Fordin and Mograine jumped into the fierce battle along the hollow cut out one after another.

As soon as Ferding landed, in the dusty environment, a war knife shining with death energy slashed at him, and Old Ferding staggered backwards and smashed his fist on the black figure, and the burst of holy light power smashed it away.

Then he saw Uther, who was being forced by Dassault Khan and Kurtaz, and Fordin drew his sword and joined the battle.

"Uther, you shit, we're here to save you!"

On the other side, Gotic, who was smiling and throwing curse spells at Anvina, was caught off guard, and an extremely brilliant holy light fell on his body, and the necromancer's face changed drastically, and he almost immediately withdrew from the battlefield when the magic shields on the surface of his body were destroyed.

Then Gotik saw the old knight standing in front of him, and the necromancer wanted to turn his head and run away at the first sight of the famous Ember Bringer, but there was no way, this almost invincible knight was too oppressive against these guys.

But when Gotik saw the hilt of Mograine's sword, his escape suddenly stopped, and he stood still, under the hood of white goat bones, his cold, cruel eyes full of smugness.

"Tell me, Mograine, Ember Bringer, hehe, why don't you value your life after you crawl out of the hell of betrayal?"

The necromancer seemed to have caught some sort of handle of old Mograini, he held the bone staff in his hand, stretched out his hand and pointed in the direction of the old knight, and his tone was frivolous,

"Tell me, then, Mograine, what are you going to do to kill me, with your "Ember Bringer" that has even broken the blade of your sword?"

The necromancer's arrogance was not unreasonable, the ash messenger who was caught in Mograine's hand really only had a sword hilt left, and a little stubble could be seen in the sword, and he didn't feel the fluctuations coming from the sword at all, as if the holy blade that terrified the undead had really been shattered.

If Mograine didn't have the Ashbringer, he would be much less threatening, and this was already the consensus of the masters of these natural disasters.

However, after seeing Gotick's fearless expression, a smile also appeared on Mograine's face under his helmet,

"Gotik Reaper, you committed a sensational massacre 3 years ago when the undead attacked Sidaronmir, and at least 1,500 commoners and nobles died under your evil spells, and today, your retribution is coming!"

The old knight poured the tumbling energy into the hilt of the sword, and the golden flames rose from around his body, drowning his whole body, and the next moment, a golden, flowing flame-like beating light appeared on the broken stubble of the ash messenger, Mograine flicked it lightly, and the blade composed entirely of golden flames made a whistling sound that pierced the air in the air, and the flames surrounding the body were also cut off, but it quickly converged into the sword body, making the flame beat more violently, and the flowing flames dripped under the sword body, turning into a little holy flame, floating beside the old knight。

He was still wearing the wine-stained garment, not even armor, but behind him, two golden wings flapped softly, looking like the light feathers of Dick's Holy Avenger, but Dick knew that it was different!

Mograine's wings of light, like the dark batwings behind Uther, are a symbol of strength, and as long as the old knight can fight, the wings of light will not disperse.

The old knight, who was surrounded by fierce burning golden flames, tilted his head and looked at the slowly retreating Reaper Gotic,

"You want to run now, it's too late!"

"Boom!"

The blade of the Holy Fire in the old knight's hand swung forward, and the overwhelming flames advanced like a burning sea, and when he began to charge, the flames rushed around him, and even had a physical sign.

Even Master Avena was forced back several steps by the devastating flames, and she stood beside Dick, giving a thumbs-up to old Mograine's back with one hand.

"Wow! This uncle is so fierce!"

The moment he saw the overwhelming flames disperse, Dick also put his heart back in his stomach, and old Mograine made the Ash Messenger fully admit him, if Dick remembered correctly, the current form of the sword should be the advanced form of the artifact called "Burning Revenge".

It seems that after the old Mograine survived this tragedy, his will has also changed, and he can't say that this is a good thing or a bad thing, but at least at this time, Dick wants to see the hope of breaking the game, there is!

He turned his head to look at Rivendell, who had crawled out of the rubble in embarrassment, and after the pressure in his heart was gone, Dick was going to end this ugly life here once and for all.

"Go help Sylvanas!"

The paladin turned to the eager Avena, who pouted reluctantly, but eventually regained his legion of Avena and rushed towards the High Elf general, who had to flee everywhere.

"Don't think you've won! Dick, none of you can get out of here!"

Rivendell's chest was marked by a fist, which was left by the punch of Old Fording, and the violence of these old men was beyond Dick's imagination, but after hearing Rivendell's roar, Dick chuckled,

"Hehe, why are we running away?"

The paladin's left hand clenched, the light of the aura and blessing spell superimposed on his body, behind him, the four wings of light began to flapped gently, the holy flame dispersed, and the order emblem on his forehead also began to shine, and every time the mysterious rune lit up, it would outline a delicate flame fire in the air, and when the silver streamer flowed all over his body, Dick raised his head, and two silver streamers floated out of his pupils.

The sudden burst of pressure made Rivendell's next words be beaten back into his stomach, and the Death Knight couldn't help but take a step back, and Dick in front of him gave him a lot of pressure, although he was still a high-ranking lord, but when Dick took a step out of the silver flame storm, Naxxramas left a burning silver footprint on the hard ground.

"Do you think you're strong? Rivendell, you don't know what true power is!"

"Don't pretend to be a ghost!"

Rivendell clenched his two runic swords in both hands, his legs straining, and his whole person charged towards Dick in a cold storm of ice and a blood-red curtain of light, and behind him, the frenzied ghouls and abominations also roared and rushed towards him.

In the face of the tsunami-like onslaught of the Death Knight, Dick moved his hands, and he took three steps forward, swinging forward the Wind Chasing Sword in his hand, which had been completely wrapped in silver flames and thunderbolts, accompanied by a silver cross star that lit up in front of Rivendell's eyes.

"Bell", "bell".

Two crisp cracking sounds were clear on the battlefield, and the Death Knight didn't look back, and Dick was already wrapped in silver flames and slashed into the sea of the dead behind him.

Two dark red rune sword fragments swirled from the sky into the ground, and Rivendell's body froze for a moment before falling to his knees.

The silver scorching flames parted a terrifying crisscross in his chest, and the black death energy and the silver power of order collided violently.

This blow naturally couldn't kill him, and the existence of the hero level was not so fragile, but Rivendell's will had been completely shattered by this unimaginable blow.

Three years ago, he was humiliated at the hands of Dick.

Three years later, the humiliation returned to him again.