The hustle and bustle of the Angasa battlefield did not affect the interior of the Icecrown Fortress, but compared to the battlefield where the flames of anger were almost burning the sky, the battle that took place in this cold fortress was not inferior at all. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Old Fording led the paladins to occupy the lowest platform, and the newly resurrected Lord of Malogar had fallen into a desperate situation.

It is said to be a twisted creature born from Naozu's experiment to develop bone undead, cast in the endless flames of the soul furnace with a thousand bones that he defeated, eerie and powerful, like the embodiment of the unspeakable fear of mortal nightmares.

It had four completely different white bone heads, one human, one orc, one elf, and one of an unknown creature, and his body was only the upper half, those bones that seemed to be randomly matched arranged in a chaotic form on his chest under the gathering of the inflated undead fire, and behind him, there were four curved, sharp, grayish-white, spider-like claws.

It does not fall to the ground, but is suspended on the ground in a way that ordinary people cannot imagine.

It is the gatekeeper of Icecrown Fortress and the opponent that warriors trying to get deeper into must defeat!

Its howl shook everyone's hearts, there was no doubt that this was a powerful and tricky fellow, and in order to deal with him, Old Ferding and Sarufar, two top powerhouses, had once again chosen to join forces.

This hideous bone beast held its white bone battle axe in both hands, and each blow would leave an ice-blue piercing flame on the increasingly narrow battlefield, and in a short time, the entire battlefield was almost wrapped in this soul-hurting flame, the existence of this flame, eliminating the possibility of ordinary soldiers attacking it - but any existence whose soul was not strong enough could barely hold out for 5 minutes in this flame.

Its massive body blocked the icy passage to the rearward hall, and it seemed to be performing its duties as a janitor, but in fact, the wall of ice on the other side of the battlefield had been cut open by a sharp blade and a crack full of cracks, and it was clear that the janitor had failed.

But it's obviously unrealistic to leave this beast on the battlefield, it's a death thing for the soldiers! Someone has to take care of it.

"I'll contain it!"

Old Ferding waved his left hand back, and the black-blue battle axe with purple soul light in his hand bravely rushed into the blue flames, and the heavy holy light continued to expand behind him, forming four shields to help him resist the constantly invading soul flames.

Malogal's white bone heavy axe slashed at the rushing old Fording at the first time, and when the tomahawk was in midair, it ignited a faint blue blade, but the old Fording did not dodge and held the tomahawk head-on.

The bodies of the two were completely different from each other, like rats challenging the giants, but Old Fording's face was undaunted.

"Bang"

The two weapons clashed together, and the scorching holy light in the old knight's body completely exploded at this moment, and the dazzling and brilliant light was dispersed by this heavy blow, sprinkled on the surrounding blue flames like a rain of light, and the two completely different energies collided, making the dark blue flames around the old knight almost extinguished at this moment as if it had encountered a heavy pressure falling from the sky.

And the unstoppable charge of the Lord of Malogal was also forcibly stopped at this moment, and this stop, giving the deadly blade that had been wandering on the edge of the battlefield a chance to enter.

"Eat me with an axe!"

The substantial sound wave beamed into a ball and slammed into the head of Lord Malogar from mid-air, and the brainless beast was blasted by the war roar, its body shook a little, and in this fatal stagnation, the blood-red figure was like a boulder flying out of a trebuchet, cutting a blood-colored arc in the air, and the spine tomahawk in his hand was rounded, and it slashed precisely in the center of its four heads.

The rage flowed through Sarufar's arms, the edge of the tomahawk on the already sharp edge, the blood-red light was even more gloomy, and the powerful impact of the lethal blow made him almost cut off Lord Margallo's head, but in the end he couldn't complete the blow, only chopping off two of its heads, but even so, the threat of death again woke a twisted monster from its stagnation.

Dark blue flames erupted from the cracks in every bone of its body, staining Margalo into a form like a flame elemental.

The moment before the flames extended onto the tomahawk, the orc warrior's left foot landed on the edge of the bone-boned behemoth's head, and its entire body fell backwards.

"Almost, Fordin, I'll leave it to you!"

Sarufar's voice came out in the sound of the blue flames scorching the ground, and the four sharp claw blades behind the white bone giant beast also suddenly opened at this moment, stabbing at Sarufar who fell in the air from four directions, back and forth, completely sealing the space where he was dodging.

The corners of the old orc's mouth opened into a sinister grin, and blood-colored anger surged up over his body again, his left fist stretched back, and under the strong envelopment of anger, a spiraling heavy fist blasted out, hitting the white bone claw blade in front of him.

"Click"

Half of the massive gray-white bone spurs flew out from the spot where the warrior and the behemoth had collided, nailing to the frost wall in the distance.

But in the next moment, the other three sharp blades burst out from under and behind him, and Sarufar was about to be pierced.

"Feel the wrath of my soul!"

"Boom!"

The purple energy storm exploded in all directions, and the roaring soul storm of the Senluo Dynasty tore at everything it could destroy, whether it was the dark blue flames, the body of the nearby Lord of Margalo, or the entire hall covered in ice, all of them were subjected to the frenzied destruction of the soul power from the Shadow Sorrow at this moment.

Rifts, storms, the embodiment of this power made Margalo's huge, twisted, and evil body that was about to be killed with one blow at this moment, as if it had been put on an invisible shackle, and the dark blue soul fire inside its body was constantly vibrating, as weak as a candle in the wind.

For this kind of undead creature that has no physical protection in nature, the soul storm that erupted from Senluo Vientiane was almost 100% powerful, and it was all borne by this unlucky giant beast, and its soul had not been destroyed in Senluo Vientiane where the power of Shadow Grief erupted, which was enough to prove the strength of this monster itself.

But... It has no chance.

"Click"

Old Fordin's axe-wielding figure jumped directly above Margalo's still trembling body, he held the ice-blue battle axe in both hands, and raised it above his head, the golden sea of holy light surged behind him, and the seven cold runes on the battle axe were lit up one by one, and at this moment, light and darkness were completely integrated.

It's like the Last Judge.

This is the old knight who has reached the very top of the Paladins of Azeroth, and his eyes only look so cold when they look at these completely hopeless creatures.

"Repent, monster!"

It was the last voice Malgallo heard.

"Don't you understand your ignorance!"

"Are you still going to resist this great power?"

On a platform directly above the battlefield of Margalo, the new leader of the Cult of the Damned, the mysterious Lady of the Dead, is desperately fighting against an adversary so powerful that she is on the verge of despair.

She waved her hands, and the massive shadow arrows and cursed spells appeared in the palm of her hand as easily as eating and drinking, and then she threw them at the damn draenei on the other side!

Her most sacred preacher hall was already in shambles, dozens of black charred corpses fell sideways on the ground painted with religious patterns, they were her most sincere and powerful cultists, the strongest group of people in the dark world, but they didn't even have the slightest resistance in front of this draenei who appeared with the substantial sea of holy light, and they were ignited by a circle of holy light ripples that ignited the darkness and death in their bodies, and were burned by the purifying fire.

Even the Lady of the Dead Whisperer herself was already in a state of utter embarrassment, the mask she had used to cover her face had been burned out in the confrontation just now, revealing her true face.

Skeleton... Yes, like Kel'thugad, she is a lich... A powerful lich loyal to the Lich King, she was arguably one of the most powerful mages in the world, but when it came to the damned old Draenei, she was no better than a child who was just learning magic.

In the face of her attack, the Draenei didn't even need to fight back, and the layer of holy light covering the surface of the body would not even be destroyed in the slightest, it was another layer of power that was completely qualitatively transformed.

That's not an opponent she can fight against... It's an existence far beyond her level, and it's something that makes people tremble just thinking about it... Demigods!

Unlike the shock of the Lady of the Dead Whisperers, Old Viren's heart did not fluctuate at this time, and he looked at the dying lich in front of him with a mixture of pity and calm, and he had seen countless poor people as crazy as she were in the time when the order of Argus was about to fall.

Yes, despite having dedicated her whole life to the Lich King, in Viren's eyes, this is just a poor person who has gone astray, she is overwhelmed by power, but she does not know that the price of this power is so heavy, just like Viren's former people... That damn memory.

"Come on, cheer for the pure form!"

Lady Dead Whisperer seems to have inherited the talents of the best priests, even in battle, it is also a tiresome chatter, she holds the staff in her hand high, her whole body floats into the air, the heavy death energy constantly converging and spinning in her body, like a vortex of death energy, it seems that she is really about to become a new form, a more powerful form, as she said.

"Meaningless!"

Old Viren was awakened by this surging energy from his memories, he raised his eyes and glanced at the howling Lady of the Dead, the staff of the redeemer in his hand lightly touched the ground, and the next moment, a ball of holy light as thick as a real warhammer broke through the air and smashed on top of the head of the Lady of the Dead, and the layers of mana shields were completely shattered under this blow, and then the scorching divine fire licked onto her bones.

"Ahhh

"It's purification... May your soul rest in peace, poor lost one!"

The old Draenei turned away with his staff, and the golden flames he threw swirled around the body of the Dead Whisperer Lady, constantly draining the dark energy in her body, turning her into a pillar of fire hanging in the sky.

It's true that Viren is not good at fighting, but this is only for opponents of the same rank, Lady Dead Whisperer... Not even qualified to be an opponent.

Three minutes later, a cloud of black ash fell on the completely silent hall with the extinguishing of the golden flames, and if you listened closely, there seemed to be a faint scream.

"It's all ... All this... It's all... It's all in the owner's... Plan... Among them..."