The northernmost part of Icehead, the glacial area between the towering Storm Crags and Icecrown, was once part of the Battle of the Dragons 10,000 years ago, and it was here that the consort of the Blue Dragon King, Malygos, the most powerful of the Blue Dragons, Sindagosa, died alone, resenting Deathwing and her husband. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

After the dark energy of Naozu covered this place, this glacier known as the "Sindagossa Fall" became one of the most important sources of the Scourge Legion, and the Cursed Cultists belonging to the Cult of the Damned God scattered across this ice field, constantly searching for the bones of the dead dragon for their evil master.

However, after the Scourge advanced into the Dragon's Bone Wilderness, the Dragon's Bone Field, the importance of this place was greatly reduced, but there were still many necromancers here.

This glacier is already the true rear of the dark country of Alsace, and further north of it is the endless frozen North Sea, where there are only traces of dangerous sea monsters except for the perennial stormy seas.

And just at the westernmost end of this desolate glacier, where it meets the sprawling barren mountains, lies the Dark Acropolis Odosa Gate of Silence, which is the watchtower of Alsace to the northeast of Icecrown, and one of the four acropolis that connect the gates of Icecrown Fortress.

Just as the battle for the Shadow Dome began, and when Dalyan and Renault, two good brothers who loved and killed each other, fought each other with bayonets, and the battle that began almost simultaneously at the Gate of Odosa was also going on.

The shield in Dranoth's hand mercilessly smashed into the face of the abomination in front of him, and the blue battle axe held by the orc in his other hand took advantage of the abomination neck in front of him, and a shocking wound was cut on the chest and body.

The orc warrior laughed wildly and blocked the shield in front of him, and the bone arrows shot by the skeleton shooters from afar clanged and smashed on the solid shield, and Dranos blocked the shield in front of his body, and with his legs exerted force, he launched another frantic charge, crashing into those skeleton shooters.

The shield in his hand was a very classic shield, covered with sharp spikes that curved outward, on the surface, it looked like an iron plate nailed to the fangs of a monster, and like a crown with abnormal sharpness, in the center of the shield, there was a blue diamond-shaped gem, and below the gem there were two overlapping and interlaced pieces of armor, which looked like the tail of a strange insect.

The edges of the shield were also uneven, but there was a certain sense of power, as was the battle axe in his left hand, which was inlaid with a small diamond-shaped gemstone at the tip of the blade of the one-handed axe, which shone blue with a blue glow, and the blade was also a metal blade with interlaced canine teeth, and the balance was absolutely perfect in the hand.

This is no ordinary weapon, this is the last of the three artifacts of the warrior, the special form of the Guardian of the Earth Guardian Blade held by the defense warrior, it is said that only those warriors who are the toughest and will not give up easily in a desperate situation can gain the approval of this weapon.

Dranoth did it, he was recognized for his proud weapon, and now he needed to prove himself on the battlefield.

Dranos fit into the crowd of elite skeleton archers who attacked with bone bows and arrows, and Garrosh took advantage of the fact that the attackers were all dispersed, with the help of Jorin Deatheye, he swung his body, grabbed the chains hanging from the edge of Odosa's third and topmost layer, carried the tomahawk behind him, and quickly climbed upward, and the elites around him were all using various methods to help him cover and prevent the undead from attacking him.

In fact, not only Odosa, but also the magic node circles of the four Dark Acropolis are arranged at the highest level, so these raiders must find a way to rush to the top within the limited time under the obstruction of the undead, extinguishing the magic circle, and countless magical light clusters and white bone arrows explode around Garrosh every second, but none of this can stop the orc's movements.

He knew better than anyone the meaning and the glory he carried on his shoulders, and behind him, his companions fought to the death for more than a shameful defeat!

"Get out of the way!"

"Bang"

Garrosh grabbed the plain at the edge of the chains, and with the other hand, he swung his battle axe, slashing the attacking gargoyle in half, flipping his body over, and jumping onto the third platform in the face of the attack of the three death knights.

"Haha, welcome your impending end!"

The sound of battle axes and runic weapons clashing kept ringing, and the dozen or so nimble creatures that followed kept crawling up the chains, and they were close to their final goal as magic and blood covered this cold place.

And under the battlefield where the warriors and the undead are fighting, in the hall of Odosa, young people from all over the world are struggling to block the undead monsters surging from all directions, and in the past half a month, everyone has a clear understanding of their mission, not annihilation, not defeat, just a raid!

As long as you turn off the magic node circle, it means that you can retreat!

So, they just need to defend now and wait for the good news from the top soldiers.

The hundreds of icebreakers who were chosen were divided into three parts, attacking the three acropolis of Shadow Dome, Odosa, and Modresa, and the last acropolis, Kopresa, they didn't need to pay attention.

But even after three points, the strength of each Acropolis was somewhat stretched, and in fact, if it weren't for the long-established greats joining them, these young men alone would not have been able to break through the Dark Acropolis of Arthas.

Prager, one of the bosses of this dark world is one of the leaders of Odosa, and further away, the elite knights from the Silver Hand are constantly outflanking these undead lines from the rear, relieving the pressure on the front line, and the Holy Light and Shadow rise on the same battlefield, as if it has never appeared in the story.

But at this moment, the previous evil and hatred have no meaning, they are all contributing their strength to a great victory.

Soldier against soldier, general against general, as the most powerful boss, he is also facing the most dangerous opponent.

Prager, still wearing his somewhat funny orange cowboy hat and a warlock's robes, stood in the center of the dark hall of Odosa, and with a wave of his palm, he brought up a scorching sulfur fire, constantly twisting in the air, and at the will of the warlock, rushed towards the black-robed human warlock opposite.

The guy was clearly not an undead, but he was acting with the undead, and it was clear that it was on the side of the Cursed Sect.

Even in the face of a powerful warlock like Prager, the human warlock did not choose to flee, but fought head-on, as if guarding something extremely precious. In the face of the scorching sulphur fire that frantically turned into six different trajectories in the air, and the corrosive shadow arrow the size of a human head, he didn't dodge or dodge, and let the thing crash on his dark green magic shield, causing dangerous ripples.

This guy fights back almost exactly like Prager, and whenever he sings a spell,

Prager had a serious expression on his face, not just because of the difficulty of his opponent, but also because this guy was an acquaintance of his, and at least a few years ago, they had met in the Black Iron Bar and could sit and drink together.

"Look at you, Arumus, look at you... You should have been a warlock with a great future..."

Pragg lowered the brim of his hat so that it was impossible to see his expression, but from the gnome's tone with a hint of regret, he could hear his attitude towards the silent human warlock in front of him,

"But you are on your knees in the darkness, maybe we were not friends once, but at least we were not hostile, for the sake of the old relationship, get out of the way!

The battlefield of Prager and the Promoter Arumus was covered with a thick layer of darkness and evil energy, and no one with the slightest brain would be willing to approach it, and those brainless walking corpses and ghouls were torn to pieces by the huge green energy the moment they approached.

In the midst of this demonic flame, no one could hear the conversation between the two men, and in the face of Prager, who was persuading while attacking with a deadly hand, the leader of the Cursed Sect of Odosa, the Promoted Oromes, after a few minutes of silence, finally spoke, his voice was strange, not sharp, but full of a broken feeling, as if he had a serious injury to his vocal cords.

"Not all roads can be turned back... Prager, for the sake of your friend, go away! you will not be an opponent of Arthas... You don't know who you're up against..."

"Don't say these meaningless words, Arumus, you sound like a madman right now!"

Prager's left little finger moved slightly, and the three curses smashed on the human warlock in front of him almost in order, but the next moment, the light of the curse dissipated a lot, and even was on the verge of shattering, this scene made Prager's eyes narrow, and after a while, he scolded with some hatred,

"Bastard! you actually took the initiative to transform yourself... You're a true monster now!"

"As I said, not all roads can turn back! Not everyone is as lucky as you! You and the black scythes are just the lucky ones who have been sheltered by the big guys, but I may not necessarily fail!"

Aurumus's mood also became irritable, the magic energy and death energy floating around him began to expand rapidly, and the shadow arrow, which was at least three times more powerful than before, roared towards the place where Prager was, but just before it smashed into the dwarf warlock, a dark green circle appeared at Prager's feet, and his figure disappeared in place, and when he reappeared, he was already standing in the complete dead corner behind Orumus's body.

This scene was completely beyond the expectations of the human warlocks, because under the power of Arthas, no one could use the teleportation technique, but unfortunately the secret knowledge obtained from Karazan allowed Prager to grasp the secrets that ordinary warlocks could not see, and long-distance teleportation was still unusable, but this kind of position conversion with the help of the magic array was achievable.

Knowledge is power, especially in this life-and-death situation.

The dwarf's left hand was clawed, and the filthy evil energy condensed in the palm of his hand, and when Aurumus just turned around, the evil energy seed that had been condensed and formed was thrown by Prager on his magic shield, this spell was very strange, and the magic shield of the human warlock could not stop the energy at all, but let it penetrate deep into his body.

Aurumus realized that something was wrong, but the next moment, with the tap of the dwarf's left fingers, a violent explosion appeared in his abdomen.

"Bang"

The filthy energy penetrated his body at this moment, leaving a bloody scar on his abdomen, and almost at the same moment, a bladed demon elder wearing gorgeous armor, 4 meters tall, slender and evil, with 6 arms, wielding 6 sharp blades, under the summons of Prager, broke through the air and appeared beside Arumus, who was powerless to resist, and then the dark green blade storm completely swept the warlock's old friend into it.

Flesh and blood flying, after losing the magic shield and the power to fight back, a spellcaster is not much stronger than an ordinary person.

The energy impact that had just erupted almost completely emptied the necromancers around the battlefield, and even the solid ground was corroded into a large uneven pit under this blow, when the dark green blade storm stopped, when the filthy energy dissipated, Prager waved his hand, and the unfinished blade demon disappeared into the air, he approached his old friend with a cane, he looked at the dying, Dying Orumus, the dwarf warlock shook his head.

"Look, that's why I rebelled against Arthas... People like you and me never talk about justice, just because I do it, I get more. ”

Prague raised his head, he saw that all the rune circles exuding death energy in the entire Odosa hall were completely extinguished at this moment, as if they had suffered some kind of malfunction, and then he heard the cheers of those warriors behind him, and he knew that the spearheads who were sent out had completed their mission, and Odosa's magic node was closed!

"Say, your last words. ”

Pragg looked at his old friend, who grinned at him with a sigh of air,

"A piece of news... A promise!"

"Deal!"

"Ahem... Let's go back... Prager, don't be in... Take on Alsace at Icecrown Fortress... Frost Sorrow and the Crucible of Souls... Every soul is... It's all a wisp of power... How many people did he kill ... Just as much power as there is... Destroy... Crucible! Weaken him!"

"And... Take my ashes and bring them back... Bring it back to Lakeside Town... I don't want to die in... I don't want to die thousands of miles away... Thank... Thank. ”