Chapter 35: The Battle of the Great Lords (Page 1/1)

"Darien! Darkness has taken possession of your heart, and the Lich King has enslaved your soul. You must come out of the shackles of darkness. Your father ......"

Holding the Ember Bringer in hand, Ares shouted. However, before the words were finished, the Death Knight Grand Lord Darien. Mograini swung his heavy sword and slashed at the paladin.

His eyes were full of bloodthirsty madness, and the rune sword in his hand was like a dark soul, blooming with a cold blue light.

Blood dripped from the tip of the sword, turning into ice crystals in an instant, and in the splatters of blood, Darien slashed at Ares's head with a sword.

It was a perfect combination of strength and speed, and with a flash of darkness, the Death Knight appeared in front of Ares. This fatal sword, if it was a new soldier, had already died in Huangquan. However, for Ares, the head of the Knights, who had already fought a thousand battles, the blow was not invulnerable.

He resolutely raised the shining holy sword, and the blazing flames erupted from the Ember Bringer. When the two weapons collided head-on, a dazzling flame burst out from the blade. The heavy blow caused both of them to roar at the same time. For a moment, the ghostly light on the rune sword dimmed. However, in just a moment, Darien was reinvigorated, and the Lich King bestowed upon him great strength to fight against the power of light. Yes, that's how he used to defeat those Alliance Paladins again and again. This time was no exception, even if it was the Ember Bringer, even if he was the leader of the Knights of the Silver Hand.

The Lich King's power surged within him, and Darien let out a muffled roar and pushed Ares away.

However, the seasoned paladin regained his footing the moment he was pushed away, using the combat experience and skills he had accumulated over the years to slash back and the Ember Bringer slashed out a dazzling golden light in the air.

The blow grazed Darian's cheek and nearly cut his head in half.

The ghoul on the side rushed up frantically and was knocked away by Ares' punch. The Coalition soldiers bravely rushed towards the Death Knight, and were stabbed in the abdomen by Darian's sword, and then let the soldier fall to the ground in a fit of rage.

"Angry, paladin, you should be angry, your men are dying, and they will be the new warriors of the Lich King......"

Darien let out a maniacing laugh, and this time, before the Death Knight could finish his taunt, Ares clenched his sword and slashed it away. This blow with all his strength carried an incomparably powerful holy light energy, as if a god had descended, and behind Ares, a strong light like a halo of sun appeared. Darien had almost nowhere to dodge. He stiffened his head and roared back.

The two weapons clashed again, and the muffled roar of the two warriors fighting each other could be heard in the air, as well as the tremor of the heavy armor.

Darien almost knelt down to meet Ares' powerful blow, ice slag splattering from his rune sword, the blazing flames nearly melting his armor, and he felt the bones of his body tremble.

"Darian, you know how stupid you are now! You serve the Lich King, but he is your father's murderer! ”

Ares's sword approached even harder, and from this distance, the bruises on his face could almost be seen. Former comrades-in-arms, former partners, are now the living dead. And the eyes are numb, and the wrists are cruel.

But Ares' earnest persuasion did not make Darien suddenly realize. But it aroused the dark power in his body even more. He is the Lich King's right-hand man, the Grand General of the Scourge Legion, and wields immortality and untold power and power.

"My father is the Lich King, and he has given me endless power, you reptiles, all ...... Dead ......"

Darien let out a muffled roar, and the power of the cold winter exploded violently within him. In an instant, a powerful cold current erupted from the Death Knight's body, like an avalanche in the mountains, like the raging waves of the ocean.

The back of Ares' hand was immediately infected with a layer of frost plague, and the cold wind created a frigid patch around Darien. It's as if he were the messenger of winter.

For a moment, the light dimmed.

The rune sword took the opportunity to stab quickly.

The icy sword cooled rapidly in the air, like the cold ice of the polar regions, and its whole body was shining, blue transparent light. A deadly blue light flew towards Ares.

At the last moment, Ares didn't have time to dispel the chill in his body, and with a sword in one hand, he swept away Darian's attack with a single sword. However, the onslaught of the Death Knight was like a frenzy, and it was imminent in an instant.

A chill seeped into his body, and Ares felt a chill. The chill woke him up from a dream, and yes, it was so familiar. This force ...... From Arthas, the Lich King...... I have experienced it myself, under the city of Lordaeron......

That day, he was almost killed by the Lich King under the royal city. The city was on the verge of falling. The people are plunged into an abyss of misery...... There can be no more reservations.

Darian's attack rained down, the cold wind made it impossible for anyone around him to get close, and even, the shadow energy surged in his hands, forming skeleton-like orbs that smashed towards Ares. However, Ares is no longer the emaciated young paladin he used to be.

The Ember Messenger directs the flow of light into the body. After only a few seconds, the warm energy dispelled the chill in his body. The paladin Grand Lord's face rejuvenated.

"In the name of the Light! Die, undead! ”

Ares roared.

A huge golden wing suddenly appeared behind him, and the power of the light strengthened the Ember Bringer to an unrivaled level. Flames erupted from the blade, melting the surrounding ice. A hint of horror flashed across Darian's face. However, he had no way out, the Lich King's whispers sounded in his head, he was the general of the Scourge Legion, he had to stop these human forces from advancing, he couldn't let this alliance army, not let this human in front of him, this weapon, threaten the Frozen Throne.

With a muffled roar, Darien clenched and stabbed out.

The golden light outlined Ares's outline, and in this intense light, any weapon seemed so dim. This time, when the Dark Rune Sword faced the Ember Bringer again, it was cut in two by a single sword.

The sound of iron breaking was heard in the air, and under the surprised gaze of the Death Knights, Paladin Ares held a greatsword and slashed at the head of Death Knight Darian.

Darien's eyes almost widened, and he saw a golden light cleave his face with an incomparably swift speed. The light covered his sight, and he was ready to die for the Lich King...... Yet, for a moment, yes, just a moment, Darien felt as if he had heard some kind of call, something different......

It's a feeling so familiar, yet so distant......

He seemed to be a memory buried in his heart, and it seemed as distant as centuries ago.

After a moment of dead silence, the swift blade did not land on Darian's head.

Once again, Ares showed mercy. This time, the Light responded to him as Ares saw that Darien's eyes were clearing, and a familiar feeling was returning. And this sword, it seems, doesn't want to end it up with that......

"Father's ......"

Suddenly, Darien knelt down in front of the Ember Bringer......

This scene was unexpected, but it resurfaced in Ares's mind a thousand times.

Yes, Alexandrius . Mograine's soul returns.

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