Looking at Makoto's appearance, Sewain felt a sour feeling in his heart, how good it would be to be a sister if he was on his own. 【】

Strong but can't make up for his lack of family affection, his parents are long dead, and he has no siblings. He is used to being lonely, but it doesn't mean that he likes loneliness.

Theven's heartfelt liking, he could see that Jia was a converted soldier, but in the Ten Thousand Scourge Legion, the power of a converted soldier was very small. He said, "Why don't you stay in the rear, it's too dangerous here, and you don't want your brother to worry." ”

Jia whispered, "He will definitely come directly to the battlefield, so I want to come here and wait for him." ”

"What about your parents? They're not worried about you? ”

"Parents" and repeating these two words, these two words are too foreign to her, she has lived with her teacher for as long as she can remember, and she has never met her parents.

Thevens immediately understood Ga's eyes, as he had also lost his parents early, "I'm sorry, it's always my brother who took care of you." ”

He finally understood why his heart was so dependent on his brother, and the eldest brother was like a father.

's face flushed, and he whispered: "He's not my own brother."

"Cousin?"

Shan's face was red to the root of her ears this time, she didn't know how to answer, she subconsciously felt that her relationship with Gu Nansheng was a little difficult to speak, as if she had a feeling of weakness.

She suddenly felt that the man in front of her was so annoying, and she kept babbling and asking.

Sherwin seemed to sense something, and smiled, "If there's anything you need help with, you can come to me." ”

As soon as he stood up, the communication crystal next to him rang, and his face suddenly changed after answering, "What did you say?" I'll be there soon! ”

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Sherwin hurried to the wall, and he was struck by what he saw.

In the distance, a strange black fire burned at the end of the horizon, and a bright dragon roar echoed in the distant sky.

Thevenn narrowed his eyes and stared at the horizon, finally sure. It was an army of hundreds of black dragons, their wings outstretched to obscure the sun. The wind blew away the clouds.

How could there be so many dragons and where did they come from?

Severn suddenly remembered the Dark Gate, such a large group of black dragons could not exist in the Duota Continent, otherwise they would have been revealed a long time ago, then there is only one explanation, they came from the outer space. Came to the continent of Dota through the Dark Gate.

Thinking of this, Thurwin frowned. Kel'thugad's purpose in opening the Gate of Darkness is probably not to connect the outer realms, but to connect the warped time and space in the Emerald Dream, where the defeated black dragons were sealed in the warped time and space of the Emerald Dream thousands of years ago.

"General! What are we going to do?. The elven archer captain hurried to the city wall with his team of archers, and he also received a notice that he could only rely on archers to deal with the dragon, although the effect of bows and arrows was minimal.

Sherwin took a deep breath and spat out a word with difficulty, "Fight!" ”

It was as if he could already see the walls stained red with blood, the countless warriors who died on the battlefield, and the hundreds of dragons they would pay a terrible price.

However, they had no choice.

Sherwin knew that there was no way to retreat in this situation, tens of millions of troops, it would take several days for all to retreat, and a lot of heavy grain and grass had to be abandoned, and it was not easy for such a large army to maintain a formation in the retreat.

On the other hand, the Black Dragon Legion, with a thousand miles of snort, is extremely mobile in combat combat, and can completely chase the enemy, and retreating in front of them is self-defeating.

"Call the magician legion of the Dalaran Mage Guild up, and quickly report the news of the black dragon to the Holy Land, and let them support it!"

Thurwin was worried about Zhongzhong's order, hoping that they would hold on to the Holy Land, and reinforcements would arrive.

In order to ensure the safety of the headquarters, the Holy Land left a considerable number of troops and strong men. Less than half of them were sent to the Netherworld.

Ten minutes later, the army of mages of Dalaran hurried to the city walls, the mages dressed in colorful magical robes, who had received orders to assemble during their rest, many of whom had not yet figured out what was going on.

Seeing the overwhelming Black Dragon Legion, the mage's face changed, as mages, they knew the power of the black dragon better than ordinary warriors.

Most of them were just apprentices brought out by Elder Dalaran, their immature faces full of panic, they had never experienced such a scene. Looking at the frightened young faces of the magicians, the corners of Thurwin's mouth twitched a few times, he had been a general for five hundred years, and in these five hundred years, he had inspected countless recruits and seen too many children their age.

They are young, brave, full of hope for the future, with the dream of maintaining world peace, and fighting for glory.

Perhaps in their impressions, war is a hymn to heroes, a great adventure, they have not experienced the baptism of blood, and they cannot understand the cruelty of war.

is such an innocent and hot-blooded young man, with dreams one after another turned into dry bones on the battlefield, and those who can really survive look down on life and death, and after a long time on the battlefield, he has become a veteran of vicissitudes.

Over the centuries, Thirwin has witnessed countless teenagers fall on the battlefield, and they should have had a magnificent life.

Then, he would see new faces join the army, following in the footsteps of their predecessors, continuing to watch their comrades who died and died together, continuing the cruel war, and the cycle seemed to never end.

"Roar!" A loud dragon groan woke Thurwin from his deep thought, and whether he wanted it or not, this war of disparity in strength had begun.

"Shoot the arrows!"

The Captain of the Archer gave the order first, and the maggot-like arrows were fired at the Wyvern Legion, and although the arrows were smeared with poison, such an attack would not be able to break through the dragon's iron-clad scale armor.

"Magic Attack".

With the order of a third-order mage, hundreds of magic branches lit up with colorful light, and the magic of martyrdom rose into the air like fireworks.

Dragon Slash, Ice Arrow, Moonlight, Frost Nova" The brilliant magic illuminates the twilight of the Netherworld, and this attack finally works. Several black dragons roared and fell from the sky, and after falling heavily into the city, they were immediately slashed to death by the swarming warriors.

"Roar!" The enraged black dragons began to fight back, and they opened their mouths to spit out black dragon flames, which whistled in the wind.

"Boom!" More than a dozen third-order powerhouses in the mage legion joined forces to set up a banishment circle. Kankan blocked the attack, but they were all pale, apparently over-consumed in magic.

"Withdraw first, wait for the skill to cool down!"

The mage who led the team fell into a net, and a cloud of dragon flames exploded at the corner of the city wall, and dozens of archers were reduced to ashes in the flames, and their bones were gone.

After all, there were too many black dragons, and the dragon flames poured down like a shower, the sound of explosions was endless, the city was scorched, and the soldiers were killed and wounded.

"The Third Front, the Fourth Front Army reinforcements, no matter what the cost, you must defend me!" Thirwin saw the falling life, his body and eyes had turned blood-red, and he had turned on the warcry and the power of the gods.

This battle must be withheld, and if the front line collapses, then the Scourge will be driven straight in, and then there will be no more troops available in the northern land, and the lives will be destroyed. Dead bodies are everywhere.

"Come on, brutes!" Thwain bit Kohler's dagger, picked up his sword, and roared. "Stormhammer!"

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"Is it news from the front? Malfurion looked at Zeus in front of him, and from his cloudy face, Malfurion had already guessed that he would not bring good news.

Zeus sighed and said heavily: "The dark gate opened by Kel'thugad is not connected to the outer realm, but the distorted time and space in the emerald dream, more than a thousand black dragons have joined the battlefield, including a small number of void dragons and twilight dragons, in just three days, the black dragon army launched three large-scale attacks, slaughtering our 800,000 troops, of which more than half of the mage army was lost, General Swain was seriously injured, and we only killed more than a hundred black dragons. ”

"Black Dragon Legion" Malfurion touched the dead branch of the World Tree in his hand, and there was a touch of worry in his old eyes, "Is Deathwing going back?" ”

Zeus was startled, "Isn't he dead?" ”

Malfurion shook his head, "For an existence of the level of Deathwing, the soul can completely exist separately from the **, it was just the ** that killed him at the beginning, it is difficult to destroy his soul, the black dragon is an arrogant race, without the order of the Deathwing, Kel'thugad would not be able to control them at all." ”

Zeus's breath became heavy, "Are you saying that the series of actions taken by Kel'thugad this time were all inspired by Deathwing, and that Deathwing is returning to the earth?" ”

Malfurion took a deep breath and closed his eyes slightly. "What should come is always coming. The cataclysm that Garrod is talking about is now."

"Garrod" Zeus was silent, he naturally knew Garrod's prophetic identity, since he had already said it, then there was nothing to doubt.

No one knows the power of Deathwing better than Zeus, who personally experienced the battle of the ancients 20,000 years ago, he is an absolute dragon king, an existence that has already surpassed the seventh-order powerhouse, and a true god.

Deathwing's attempt to level the Holy Land would probably only take a split second.

Zeus really couldn't think of anyone else in the current Dalta Continent who could compete with him, even Malfurion, the strongest in the Dalta Continent, was as powerless as a baby in front of Deathwing.

Thinking of this, Zeus showed a bitter smile, "Is this world going to be destroyed?" ”

Malfurion said lightly: "Don't be obsessed with fighting the power of Deathwing, there are many existences in this world that you don't know, and we can't stop them." Someone can always stop it. ”

Zeus was not as optimistic as Malfurion, "Pin your hopes on an unknown existence, is there any superior hermit in the Dota Continent who can compare to the strength of Deathwing?" ”

Malfurion said, "Garrod told me about a man,"

"Who?" There was a glimmer of hope in Lacey's heart, and Garrod's vision would never be wrong. "The Mr. Nan mentioned by Slim, two months ago, he went to the continent of Northrend with Magina, in order to prevent the resurrection of 200,000 undead warriors, but after he got the urn of the undead, he disappeared, and there is no mother to this day

Zeuston was disappointed, "he" seemed to be just a sixth-order powerhouse, how could he compare to Deathwing? ”

Malfurion said faintly: "There are already a pair who have seen the future of this world, and we just need to witness it." ”

"You've said that many times." Zeus shook his head and sighed bitterly, "Forget it, this kind of thing is not something I can control." ”

Zeus left with a lot of concern, and he had to tell the Presbyterians the news as soon as possible, so that they could come up with a way to deal with it.

Malfurion watched Zeus leave, his eyes became more and more old, in fact, Malfurion has eternal life, he is not really old, but he is used to facing the world in this old state, which can make him distracted, calm and rational.

He looked at the huge oak tree in front of the courtyard and asked, "Will he come back?" ”

A white figure came out from behind the oak tree, with eyes as serene as autumn water and a long blue as silk, she was none other than the elven sentinel leader Tyrande.

Tyrande gently touched the white tiger squatting beside him, and asked lightly, "Who are you talking about?" ”

Malfurion looked at Tyrande, "You know. ”

Tyrande sighed, "I don't know, do you want me to tell him?" ”

Malfurion shook his head, "Forget it, he can't do anything when he comes back, his temper can only make the situation worse, and Deathwing is not something he can deal with." ”

Malfurion's eyes narrowed, as if he saw the Well of Eternity twenty thousand years ago, the sparkling waters of the lake glistening golden in the sun.

He remembered himself, Tyrande, and Illidan trekking to find the demigod Cenarius in search of the demigod Cenarius in order to save the Elves from the Burning Legion, when they were still high-spirited youths.

Unexpectedly, 20,000 years have passed, and things are not people.

Brother, I can't believe that I gave birth to a son who is like you."

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"Young master, this is it. You see. ”

The cold wind blew up the ice and snow, and it hurt like a knife on his face, and Gu Nansheng came to the bone land where the legendary frost dragon rested under the guidance of the crypt assassin.

Gu Nansheng looked forward, in the vast wind and snow, he could vaguely see a huge circular altar, the altar was gray, and there were three tall stone towers with spikes erected around it, the stone towers were suspended in the air in complete violation of physical rules, and there were chains connected to the altar.

Sure enough, it's a bone ground.

In the Warcraft battle game, the buried bones are the buildings where the undead produce the Frost Dragon, and the Frost Dragon can be said to be the most ultimate class of Warcraft, and its combat power is very strong.

At. There is also the Bone Ground in the northern game, which is located to the right of the Frozen Throne of the Scourge base, and has a large monetary reward when broken.

Due to the strong winds, the Crypt Assassin used magic teleportation, "Lord Lich King has resurrected thousands of frost dragons with his powerful magic. Most of them are dead in battle, and a few are asleep here, and you can awaken them through the spells left by the Lich King. ”

Gu Nansheng nodded, the Lich King had left so much of a legacy, he hadn't even thought of using it before, it was really a treasure.

The altar was about 200 meters wide and 20 meters high, surrounded by three pillar-thick bone spurs, each fifty or sixty meters long, reaching into the sky. Gu Nansheng came to the top of the altar with a flicker, this altar was already covered with more than ten meters of ice and snow, but such a thick ice and snow still could not bury a giant dragon skeleton above the burial ground, this skeleton was too big, it curled up above the altar, if you count the tail, it was at least three hundred meters long.

Three hundred meters is past the length of Deathwing, and although the volume does not represent the strength of the dragon, it can also tell part of the problem.

Gu Nansheng couldn't help but wonder, who was this dragon that died on the ground where the bones were buried?

Perhaps the ground was the altar built for it.

"Young master, you can start."

Ever since the Crypt Assassin had learned Gu Nansheng's strength, he had been extremely respectful to this new master, Gu Nansheng was his hope for resurrection, and no one wanted to be trapped in such a small urn forever.

Gu Nansheng recalled the spell left by the Lich King to open the magic circle, and sealed a space in the burial ground. Inside slumbered nearly a thousand frost dragons, these frost dragons had no thoughts, they were just dead things, and if no one woke them up, they would sleep forever.

Although the dead thing was clumsy, it was easy to manipulate, which saved Gu Nansheng a lot of trouble, otherwise he would not have enough deterrent power to control such a huge Frost Dragon Legion.

200,000 undead turned warriors plus 1,000 frost dragons, this power is enough to change the tide of the battle.

Gu Nansheng is not in a hurry now, the army of the guards and the natural disaster has exceeded 10 million, and it is difficult for such a large army to distinguish the winner in a short period of time, he has completely time to join the battle, but he is a little worried about whether the Witch Doctor's Tower will be destroyed by the war.

He slowly stretched out his right hand, and a black ball of light gradually solidified in his palm, floating into the air with a faint light, this is a nightmare, and it is also the key to open the Lich King's circle.

"The frozen tundra, the holy grail of blood, the karmic fire from hell have scorched the bones of the guardian dragon, awakened from ten thousand years of slumber, and claimed back your lost blood and **"

Gu Nansheng held the nightmare light ball in both hands, and recited a lengthy spell in Draenor language, and the black nightmare light ball gradually flew away from Gu Nansheng's palm and merged into the buried bones, causing a ripple like a drop of water dripping into the surface of a lake.