The warrior class is the longest of the twelve classes of Azeroth, it is wild and direct, without the help of any energy, only relying on the warrior's own strength and will to fight, only the strongest and most powerful warrior can evoke the power to control anger, that is the beginning of the warrior's self-transformation. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Anger, this is the most intense and lethal of all the emotions of living beings, the beast will burst out stronger than usual because of anger, and the warriors can naturally do it, and it is said that the inheritance of this profession can even be traced back to the era when the Titans came.

Whether it's Sargeras, the Dark Titan, or Agrama, the Guardian of the Pantheon, they all have the power of warriors, and the Titan Guardians have passed on this noble profession to their creations, which have also passed on the profession after being cursed by the flesh.

In Azeroth, you can't be a mage without a magical talent, you can't be a paladin without a strong will, you can't be a thief without a dexterous body, but if you have a brave heart, as long as you pick up a weapon, you can become a warrior!

So among the twelve professions, the number of warriors is the largest, but the higher you go, the number of warriors is very small, at present, most of the strongest warriors in the entire world belong to Kalimdo, such as the Orc Sarufar brothers, such as the Minotaur Chief Kane Bloodhoof, on the human side, it seems that only Admiral Dai Lin can barely enter the ranks of top warriors.

Humanity lacks talent, but that doesn't mean the way of warriors is closed to humans, the wild blood of Arathus the Great, the first king of humanity, has been sleeping in the human veins, and this legacy can only be revealed when Varian Wrynn, the strongest warrior of humanity known as the Ghost Wolf, returns.

After all, Emperor Araso is an existence that can face the strongest servants of the ancient gods and achieve victory.

That's already the realm of inhumanity!

But right now, in the northern land, another flame belonging to a warrior is burning, and the light of the blade of anger in Dalyan's hand is at least three times stronger, especially after drinking the blood left by the wounds on Dalyan's body, this artifact that only exists for battle is already buzzing, as if it has a life of its own, and then constantly roars and challenges the panting Dreadlord on the opposite side.

But Dalyan didn't recklessly turn around and go back to fight Banazal, the roar and provocation just now was just to delay time, so that Tyran could leave with old Mograine, with the strength of his lord's rank, it was simply impossible to deal with Banazal.

Even if it can pierce its body with the Blade of Wrath, but just the difference in strength determines that it is impossible for Dalyan to win, and this senseless death is not bravery, so although the Blade of Wrath is very reluctant, it still approves of Dalyan's move to flee the battlefield.

But even escaping was difficult, and Banazar clearly didn't do his best to hunt it down, and the cunning Dreadlord was more like a game, jumping out of Dalyan's hiding place every now and then, leaving the warrior with a bleeding wound, and then smirking and jumping back into the shadows.

Obviously, Banazal was also afraid of a weapon that could pierce its body, but more often than not, it was just the mentality of finding interesting toys when it was boring.

Dalyan wasn't angry at the humiliation of the Dreadlord, he just kept riding on the stolen death horse and moving towards the Tirisfa region, old Mograini defeated, and the Ember Bringer defeated!

Dalyan also saw the flying fortress floating in the distant sky, exuding the smell of death, that thing was definitely not here to communicate with the paladin, in the foreseeable future, the war that had settled down in the northern frontier would inevitably recur, even worse than the worst of the previous times!

And Renault!

That bastard appeared in the Scourge camp, and it was much more than it seemed, if Renault betrayed the Scarlet Crusaders and the Silver Hand...

Dalyan shuddered, he didn't even dare to think about the terrible consequences of that incident!

East Dallon Mill, the line of defense that hasn't been broken through by the undead since the beginning of the war, is likely... Can't keep it!

If the undead of the northern frontier and the remaining undead of the Ghost Lands are allowed to merge, I am afraid that even Quel'Salas will be in danger of destroying the country again!

Renault!

This bastard, it's all because of him!

Dalyan couldn't help but grit his teeth, eager to go back to the past now and stab Renault to death with a sword, but at this moment when he was stunned, Banazal's gloomy voice sounded in his ears,

"Ah, little warrior, it's not a good habit to lose your mind in battle!"

"Bang!"

Dalyan was caught off guard, and was left with a hideous scratch on his chest by Banazal's bone claws, and the whole person was swept away, and he crashed into the stones on the side of the road in embarrassment, feeling that most of his body was numb.

Repeatedly confirming that Dalyan had lost his ability to move, the Dreadlord jumped out of the shadows and walked up to Dalyan with graceful steps like a gentleman, stretching out his sharp claws and pointing them at the warrior's forehead.

The sharp claws were like a curved knife against Dalyan's forehead, and the warrior's eyes met him fearlessly, a gaze that displeased Banazal, who thought he was in control.

He didn't see his favorite fear!

"Fool, you think you're going to live?"

The Dreadlord withdrew his claws, and he flickered his fist, taunting,

"You and your stupid father are going to die here! It's like the humblest reptile being trampled to pieces!

"I heard you have a new master, the Dreadlord!"

Dalyan bared his teeth, "Akmund died on Mount Hyjal, and you poor fellow is like a frightened rat lying at the foot of Arthas again?"

"Bang!"

The Dreadlord's fist slammed into Dalyan's abdomen, sending the warrior's whole body like thunder, and Banazal's voice echoed in Dalyan's ears,

"You don't know anything, poor fellow! You really think Arthas can inherit everything! Stupid! The Scourge think they won, no, no, no, they just planted the seeds of their own demise, you don't know our power at all!"

Banazar raised his head, his ugly face was full of disgust, as if he had truly lost interest in the game, the five sharp bone claws spread out in front of Dalyan, and Banazal's voice became lazy,

"Okay, I'm really tired of it, you worm is worthless, go die, maybe I will mercifully throw your corpse back to your hometown, but it depends on my mood, when you die, it's better to scream miserably, that will make me happy!"

"Actually, I have a way to make your mood more pleasant, demon, do you want to listen to it!"

Another grim voice joined the discussion, Banazar and Dalyan turned their heads at the same time, and more than two dozen Death Knights silently emerged from the dark forest, their leader was a white-haired human with blood-colored swords and no helmet, and it was clear from the blue eyes that were completely different from the undead Scourge that these guys were completely out of the Lich King's control.

"Captain Thassarian!"

Dalyan's voice was full of surprise, he recognized the person in front of him, both when he was alive and after he died, he knew that this was the same Death Knight Uther who was following Uther, who was also free from the Lich King's control!

The silent death knights are all high-ranking lords, and the Sassarians led by them have reached the point of half-heroes, and it seems that Uther has begun some special method to develop his power in order to deal with Arthas.

A confrontation of this magnitude was undoubtedly unfavorable to Banazal, and seeing more than a dozen death grips light up in different places at the same time, the Dreadlord screamed in annoyance, but still turned into a bat and disappeared in place.

It hadn't completely surrendered to the Scourge, and it couldn't fight these difficult Death Knights to the death for the sake of Kel'thugad's orders.

Thassarian put away his swords and walked over to Dalyan, his indifferent eyes darting at Dalyan, and a few seconds later, the once heroic human soldier spoke.

"We need your help... Lord Uther, there's trouble. ”

On the other side, Tyran was running through the jungle of the Silver Pines Forest with an old Mograini with only one breath left, he was out of breath, the young griffin had been killed by the death knight Dathohan with a death blow 10 minutes earlier, and he was so close to the ground that he had now escaped.

"Hold on, Uncle Mograini, hold on, we'll be saved soon!"

Tyran carried the old knight on his back, and at the same time used the little holy light left to die for the old knight, his injuries were too serious, a terrible injury from a sword piercing the heart, the average hero would have died a long time ago, but the powerful power of the old Mograine maintained his life, but it was only maintained, if he was not effectively treated, he would die sooner or later.

But Tyran is only a young knight who is less than a lord, and in the Silver Pine Forest, which has become extremely dangerous now, he doesn't even have the strength to protect himself!

What's more, not far behind him, the undead are frantically chasing him, they will do whatever it takes to catch Mograine, with the experience of Uther and Dasohan, who would dare to throw such a powerful paladin to the undead scourge with the undead?

Once resurrected, it will definitely be a more threatening Scourge Lord than Uther!

So although he was reluctant, Tyran was indeed prepared in his heart, if things reached the point of no return, he would end his uncle's life with his own hands, and then soak him with concentrated holy water, at least to ensure that Mograine would not be transformed into an undead spirit before the holy water expired.

Tyran's hand clutched a gleaming owl pendant that Dalyan had given him to tell him to drip blood on it at the pinch, and then find a place to hide and wait for the support of the secret power of the Silver Dawn.

Unfortunately, in Tirisfa, an area far from East Dalongmir, Tyran really didn't know if the Silver Dawn branch in Stratholme could pick up the distress signal from the pendant.

"Bang. ”

The potholed road in the Silver Pine Forest was not easy to walk, and Tyran hurried on his way, and without noticing, he tripped on the stone under his feet, and lost his balance and fell to the ground, and the old Mograine, who was carrying him on his back, was thrown out and rolled several times on the dirty, wet ground, and the ground was stained red with shocking blood.

"Oops!"

Tyran didn't care about the dilemma of being bruised and swollen, so he ran to Mograine's side with his hands and feet, stretched out his hand and gently probed the old knight's neck, and the pulse, thank God!

But just as the paladin picked up the old knight on his back and was about to leave, his body stiffened suddenly.

A tall black figure stood not far in front of him with his back to him, and the huge black sword indicated his identity.

"Tyran Ferdin... You live up to the blood that runs through your body, but... That's it!"