The time-beaten Temple of the Dragon's Sleep has suffered what may be the worst damage in history. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The combination of Arthas and Sindagossa almost easily destroyed the dragon's defenses, completely destroying the building on the top floor of the Temple of Dragon's Sleep, and a gorgeous roofless platform was completely corroded into ruins by the dark energy.

A few pillars stood lonely among the ruins of masonry, the snow falling hard, the cold wind blowing into the hall from the broken top, and the light from the sky, all of which were extremely sad.

This doesn't mean that the Temple of Dragon's Sleep isn't strong enough, in fact, the fact that it can maintain its current situation after withstanding the full force of a demigod's attack is enough to show the stability of the building.

The thunder light passed through the hole on the top floor and landed in the hall of the temple, and when it landed, the paladin's pace was slightly unsteady, and the wound on his chest was slowly healing, but the act of turning into thunder and lightning made it crack again, but what flowed out was no longer blood, but a touch of blue lightning, which looked extremely terrifying.

Dick ignored the blue-purple energy escaping from his chest, and he walked quickly to the somewhat distracted Liadline, and asked in a low voice,

"What's going on?"

The High Elves grabbed Dick's shoulder, her armor still bearing traces of battle, and Arthas brought not only the high-end combat power of the Scourge Legion, but also the Death Knight and the Lich who broke through the door, in an apparently premeditated decapitation.

More obviously, it failed, and in the face of the contestants of Azeroth, who had just finished repairing, as well as the dragons and the upper echelons of the Alliance Tribes who came to watch the game, it can only be said that Arthas miscalculated, and the Death Knights and Lich Elites he brought with him were almost wiped out.

"Anna was injured, not very serious, but she was in a trance and fainted after returning to the hall. ”

Liadline leaned against Dick's side, looking at the unconscious mage lady worriedly, Viren personally held the staff, and the holy light floating in his left hand danced back and forth beside the mage lady, the paladin saw the pain and despair on Gianna's face that could not be concealed, and couldn't help but turn his head to Ronin who was standing on the side.

But when he saw the current situation of this leader of Dalaran, that is, Gianna's senior brother, even Dick was taken aback.

Miss Mage was only unconscious and burned on her arm, but Ronin was like he had just escaped from the battlefield where he had just escaped death, his luxurious robe was torn into several pieces by the powerful magic, and he sat there embarrassed, wearing a red cloak that Varian should have given him.

The archmage's neatly combed hair had now turned into a chicken nest-like mess, with traces of flames and frost on it, and the worst of all was his left hand, which had obviously been treated urgently by Viren, but he could still see several tragic scars on his arm that were deep enough to see the bones, and his face was scorched by flames.

But what was more serious was his spirit, the whole person was sluggish, his eyes were out of focus, and his expression was not at all like that of a wise and noble archmage, Dick sat beside him and asked in a low voice,

"What the hell is going on?"

This sound seemed to wake Luo Ning up, and his eyes came alive again, but the next moment, anger and hatred began to surge in it, as well as a mixture of sadness,

"Alsace... That bastard!"

Luo Ning gritted his teeth and cursed, his hands clenched, and green tendons burst into his fists.

"He was resurrected... He resurrected the Guru! He desecrated the old man's soul!"

Dick's eyes widened at this moment, and the pipe in his hand fell to the ground.

"Master Antonidas?!"

Dick's expression became indescribable at this moment, and he almost immediately understood the reason why Gianna had fainted, and in the mind of the eldest lady, Antonidas was like her other father, Dick's mouth moved, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end, he picked up the dark wooden pipe from the ground again, and stared at it for a moment, all his thoughts turned into a sigh,

"It's really... It's terrible..."

Half a minute later, Viren's slightly closed eyes opened, and he scanned the crowd, finally making eye contact with Dick,

"It's not too bad, Lady Gianna's spirit has been severely impacted, and it may take a while to recuperate, and during this time, don't let her participate in the battle. ”

"Hmm"

The paladin nodded, he looked around, there were only a few wounded who had been wounded in the raid just now, and almost none of the intact warriors were here, he turned his gaze to Liadrin,

"What about the others?"

"They are on the battlefield of Angasa, and the undead have launched a general attack!"

The High Elf Lady retrieved her longsword from her chair, her tone full of solemnity and heaviness, "Fortagen Fortress and Warsong Fortress didn't survive the first ten minutes, and more than 1,500 warriors... Killed on the spot. ”

"Take care of Anna and these wounded!"

Dick reached out to stop the sword that Liadlin was about to carry behind her back and shook his head at her, "Wait until we get back!"

After speaking, the paladin looked at Viren, his eyes shining with a certain determination and killing intent,

"Master, do you want to go to the battlefield with me and protect this world together?"

Veren's left hand waved outward, and a soft holy light merged into Luo Ning's body, and the holy lines on his forehead were also shining, although he was old, although he had been engraved by time and could not be ignored, this kind and stubborn old man Draenei snorted.

"Although I am old, I am not good-tempered enough to swallow my anger when I am bullied. ”

Dick nodded, he looked up at the shattered sky above his head, his body turned into thunder and dissipated in place, Ronin also stood up with his body strong, and said to Viren,

"Master, I'm here to send you to battle!"

On the other side, Angasa, this frozen wasteland that occupies one-fifth of the keel wilderness, has been completely covered with black turbidity currents at this moment, and when you look down from the sky, it is densely packed with red and blue points of light, it is the fire of the undead, just one glance, the number is dizzying.

Like a river gushing out of a dam called Angasa, flowing freely on the keel wilderness, the two fortresses near the gate of Angasa, the fortresses that took a great deal of effort to make, like the sand towers in the flood, were blocked for less than a moment, and then completely dispersed, the river was blocked by the coalition lines, but it still tried its best to flow farther away.

This is the Scourge of the Dead, and everywhere they go, there is a hopeless desolation.

As if it were some ominous sign, the sky of the Dragonbone Wilderness also became dark, and the cold wind whistled and blew, like the sharpest steel knife, piercing around the warriors who were still holding on, on one side were silent necromancers, who did not scream, did not roar, did not wail when cut down, this was the most silent army, like a silent lake, which could drown everything in its path.

The soldiers at the forefront leaned against the heavy makeshift walls erected by the coalition forces, which were low walls, three people tall, with no magic seals, the only good thing was that they were strong enough, and the ice from the Dragonbone Wilderness also covered the walls with a layer of frost, making it impossible for the lowliest walking corpses to climb, but for the more agile ghouls and skeleton warriors, it was nothing.

These soldiers are the true elite of all races, and they stand guard in front of each line, and with their weapons, they mercilessly pierce the ghouls who climb the line, chop them up before they bite the first person, or throw them down, and the tall soldiers control the large wooden barrels filled with fireballs, and use small trebuchets to throw the barrels into the sky.

Marksmen or musketeers will shoot the barrel at the moment it is about to fall to the ground, and the scorching flames will be sprinkled on the land, each time it can burn at least dozens of walking corpses, and the archers with war bows are no longer willing to open their bows, in the face of the crowded and dense formation of the undead, they don't even need to aim, but now, the situation on the battlefield requires them to do more important things.

Sniping the undead's low-level commanders is the only way to put these damned dead into temporary chaos, and to create an opportunity for the knights who are galloping in front of the low wall to break the enemy.

But how many undead are there in front of you?

Tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands, or millions?

When the number of opponents exceeds a certain limit, it is almost meaningless for intelligent beings, and the soldiers guarding the front line do not even deliberately look at the distant land, they are afraid, afraid that seeing the scene of the undead catastrophe that can not be seen that night, it will make them completely lose the courage to fight.

The mages gathered together, chanting oversized combo magic, which often had a very strong mass destruction effect, and around them, the gnomes' engineering cannons were roaring, these clever little men used more effective shotguns, each shell fell into the battlefield, it could completely empty an area, blast the hard frozen ground, this continuous artillery bombardment made the whole ground constantly beating, the igniting smoke made this battlefield already dominated by death more like hell.

But again, how many undead are there in front of you? endless!

The roar of the dragon tore through the tranquility of the sky, their powerful breath, ploughed the ground again and again, in the dark tide, carved out one after another no man's land, the scorching or corrosive dragon breath cut the entire battlefield to pieces, this terrible lethality, once effectively stopped the advance of the undead natural disaster, and even helped the ground legions to continue to extend the defense line.

But after the sky was densely packed with gargoyles and a huge number of bone dragons rose into the air, the dragon's situation became difficult.

Their power is unassailable, their power is unshakable, the only problem is that there are too few of them.

"Silver Hand!

Erigor held the silver sword in his hand high, the golden holy light wrapped around him and the paladins behind him, the low-level undead could not get close to them at all, they would be burned, these paladins were like sharp swords, stabbing out from the connection between the defense line and the defense line, cutting through the sea of undead that continued to move forward, and the military legion following behind them was responsible for destroying these undead.

On the other side of the battlefield, the orcs did the same, but they were a little more crazy, under the strong crushing of the Minotaur Kodo beast cavalry, any undead legion close to the line would be squeezed back into the center of the battlefield, Garrosh rode on his own wolf, roaring and pounced on the death knight in front of him, and when he approached the guy, the young orc jumped up from the wolf, and the blood roar in his hands drew a dark blood-colored light in the air.

When the light faded, the headless body of the Death Knight slammed to the ground, and his head was thrown far away by the orcs.

"Follow me!"

Garrosh shouted behind him, and continued to rush forward on the wolf, his trial was interrupted, it didn't matter, there was still his battlefield here, and his war.

But at the moment when Garrosh hacked the second Death Knight to death, a deep shadow shone behind him, and the orc jerked his head up, and saw the black Scourge floating city floating in the sky above him, a hideous quadrangular fortress identical to Naxxramas, and a green skull decoration.

The magic array below the floating city was shining rapidly, and it was clear that it had found its target, and the next moment, it was about to tilt towards Garrosh with deadly magic.

The orc warrior felt the threat of death at this moment, and Dranos on the other side roared and pounced in the direction of Garrosh, he couldn't watch his brother die here, but the next moment.

"Boom"

The dark green thick energy, like the sword of death, pierced the sky.