…… Chapter 211 The Legend Ends (The Second Update: 5000+ Votes)

My design for the dark forces is the next step towards the Fall.

I accepted the call of darkness and renounced my glorious past;

Sell your soul to get near-eternal power.

Survive a dark death and embark on a crusade - the screams of ghouls, the screams of gargoyles, the wonders of cold evil gathering blood on the blades......

Blow the horn of the charge, and the breath of death is as resolute as ever!

My enemy, I will haunt you like a lingering nightmare!

I'm a Death Knight!

We oppress sentient beings!! ——

Death Knight Declaration...... A huge fault appeared in the ice and snow passage between the vanguard and the main force of the undead Scourge, and the raging sea water splashed up from the fault, sweeping dozens of walking corpses that could not dodge into the sea, and disappeared without a trace.

For a while, the multi-level offensive of the undead scourge was fundamentally forcibly broken by the High Elf Magus......

Seeing this situation, the High Elf warriors all felt refreshed, and the Morning Seeker, as the commander, took the opportunity to raise the Dragon-forged Holy Sword Queldra and shouted a battle roar to boost morale:

"The eternal sun guides us! Queldore is invincible! “

"For the glory of Quel'Thalas, Sunfury Legion, kill!"

"For the glory of Quel'Thalas!" The High Elf warriors responded in unison, and the sound shook the sky.

In this high-pitched roar, the distance of hundreds of yards rushed by, and the vanguard troops of the Scourgeon Legion and the soldiers of the High Elf Shoal Defense Line collided fiercely!

The tidal flat scuffle has begun!

It's just that the High Elf warriors in the fierce battle have no time to care, and no one notices that the broken ice is rapidly refreezing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

No one noticed the mockery at the corner of Arthas's mouth...... The Scourge Legion's offensive is extremely ferocious.

Despite the constant fire of the rangers' arrows and the frequent fall of the Magus' magical blows, the Scourge troops still weighed down the rain of arrows and the flying fireballs.

Under the leadership of the three ninth-order death knights, the vanguard force originally composed of undead elites was quite strong in combat. In the face of these truly elite undead, even the Arcane Guards could not be completely suppressed, and in the first wave of collisions alone, seven indestructible mechanical guards were blown out of the energy core and turned into a pile of scrap copper and iron.

Albaaz* Blood Poison pulled the long hammer glittering with blood rune energy in his hand from the impaled chest of an arcane guard, and ignored the electric current that was scurrying up and down the mechanical guard that shattered the energy core, and kicked the pile of scrap metal away with a slam kick before turning his head triumphantly and defiantly looking at the other two Death Knights.

Where there are people, there is strife.

Even among the Death Knights who have sworn allegiance to the Lich King, because of their personalities, habits, and even their status camps before their deaths, they are inevitably fighting openly and secretly. It is even more common to provoke each other and show off their achievements like this.

However, to the annoyance of Orbazz's blood, neither the ever boring and dull Sassarian nor the Koltila* weaver who has always been at odds with him paid no attention to his provocations. In particular, the bastard of the Weaver of the Dead, after also destroying an Arcane Guard, did not even have the desire to look at himself, but instead clenched the rune sword and carefully stared at a High Elf warrior standing in front of the formation with a sharp blade in his hand, and there was even tension and anxiety in his expression......

Looking at Koltila's eyes, the cruel and vicious Orbazz * Blood Poison was also stunned for a moment under this glance, and then the muscles of his body instantly tensed, and his originally arrogant face instantly became gloomy and vicious, but under the hideous expression, the death knight seemed to be hiding the horror in his heart.

"Koltila, Orbaz, I didn't expect to meet you again in this situation!"

Salorion's ornate Excalibur was clenched in one hand, and he glanced at the two former compatriots with eyes full of regret, anger, and sorrow. After a slight pause, Salorian suddenly roared in an irrepressible angry voice, "Do you still want to help the abuse!" Do you want to continue to slash the butcher's knife at the body of your former compatriots? ”

As the most gifted warrior of the High Elves for thousands of years, Salorion, who has been on the threshold of the hero rank for many years, is recognized by the High Elves as the strongest person who is most likely to become the first heroic warrior. It is for this reason that Darth Rema*Sunstrider, the first king of the Sunstrider dynasty, entrusted Queldra, a sacred sword of great significance to Queldore, to Salorion*Morning Seeker for safekeeping.

And Salorion, who wields the holy sword Queldra, has been fighting on the front line of danger in the battle with trolls for thousands of years, and countless trolls have died under his hands! This man has created his own legend with the blood of trolls. Even if he has not been able to advance to the heroic powerhouse, the prestige of Kellorion has already spread among the thousands of households of Quel'Thalas, and he has become a well-known hero of Queldore.

It is no exaggeration to say that the status of Salorion Morning Seeker in the minds of the High Elves is the same as the status of Grom Hellroar among the orcs, both belong to the god of war level!

Many of their generation, including the two High Elf Death Knights, grew up hearing the legend of the man in front of them...... What's more, even if he didn't break through to the hero level, Salorion, who was wielding a holy sword, was not something that the two Death Knights could compete with...... And now that the two of them are at war with their childhood idols, living legends, it is no wonder that the two previously arrogant Death Knights have become hesitant and hesitant!

The silence of the Death Knight did not quell Salorion's anger, and the anger burning in his chest caused the High Elf warrior to ask in a loud voice:

"Look at your feet, this is the island of Queldanus, and behind me is the Well of the Sun! Isn't it enough for you to slaughter your own people, but also to help that butcher completely defile this holy place and bring indelible calamity to your people? ”

"Come back to me, you two cowards!"

Looking at the two young juniors who had fallen into darkness, Salorion was furious, and the blood-red anger permeated his body, and the ferocious momentum locked on the two silent death knights, crushing Koltila and Orbazz to the point of being out of breath.

After a long silence, Albaaz* Bloodvenom jerked his head up and transformed himself into a lich body, dispelling the confusion and fear in his heart. Immediately after that, Albazz* Blood Poison, who jumped off the skeleton warhorse, clenched his long gong with both hands, and cursed at Salorian in front of him with a hideous face in an extremely vicious tone:

"Shut your foul mouth, old fellow! The Scourge is invincible, and anyone who resists the Lich King must die! ”

With a curse, the Death Knight had already raised his head and struck a ferocious stab. Sassarian, who had been silent on the side, also turned his head to his friend Koltila at this time and said with a flat expression:

"Don't forget who we are, Koltila. A soldier's vocation is to obey orders! The mission given to us by the Prince of Arthas is to kill all those who resist...... Orders must not be disobeyed! ”

With that, Sasarian also jumped off the skeleton war horse to join the battle, and without saying a word, he cooperated with the attack of Orbaz, who kept cursing, and the long sword came up with a horizontal slash.

Ignoring Albazz*'s blood poison and not even caring about the siege of the two Death Knights. Using Queldra's light parry to fend off the combined blows of the two of Sassarian, Salorion looked at the Koltila* weaver who was sitting quietly on his horse, and continued to roar loudly, hoping that this depraved junior would wake up.

"Don't let that demon control your will, Koltila! You have to hold on to what you once believed in! Prove to me that you are not a coward! No! ”

However, Koltila's next move shattered the glimmer of hope in the heart of Salorion*Dawnseeker.

Jumping off the horse gently, Koltila lowered her head in gloomy and pain, gently stroked her rune sword, and after some struggle, the High Elf Death Knight muttered in a dejected tone: "Dust to dust, dust to dust...... It's too late, Salorian senior...... I...... There's no going back......"

As he spoke, Koltila's tone gradually became poignant, and he roared like a madman: "I am a death knight! We oppress sentient beings! ”

In Salorion's remorseful, regretful and gradually obscure eyes, the hideous Koltila casually threw out a terrifying death entanglement, and then the whole person picked up the big sword and pounced on the idol of his childhood......

"In that case...... Let me give you salvation! ”

Salorion's eyes grew cold, but the anger that enveloped his body swelled and boiled further. The holy sword in his hand, Querdra, seemed to feel the anger and pain of his master, and suddenly bloomed with brilliant magical light!

"Die...... Sallorion is strong.

With half a foot in the hero rank, with the help of the power of the holy sword Queldra, who has been with him for many years, he already has a combat power that is not inferior to the hero's initial position.

The Death Knight of the Ninth Order was no match for this legendary figure at all, even if the three top Death Knight were not able to cooperate with each other.

Dozens of rendezvous passed, and Salorion, who was standing with his sword, was only slightly panting and unharmed. And the three of Sassarian, Koltila, and Orbaz were already covered in bruises. The sturdy Sagang armor was no longer able to resist the edge of the Dragonforge Blade, and the armor of the three Death Knights was already in tatters.

Orbazz was nearly slashed by Queldra's sword, leaving a terrifying scar on his chest, and if he hadn't remained a lich and became an undead creature, I'm afraid that the loss of blood alone would have killed him;

Koltila's standard runic sword was cut in two when he parried a slam blow from Salorion, and now he had to pick up the sword of a fallen High Elf warrior and continue to struggle to support it;

Thassarian, who was a human in his life, was attacked the least number of times in the battle just now, and even so, he could no longer wear a battle armor, and had to fight with his upper body naked, gritting his teeth and holding on...

Salorion is worthy of being the first to dominate the battlefield of trolls, and his strength is far greater than the imagination of the three death knights.

The battle between the four of them entered a stalemate for a while. However, although the two sides seemed to be evenly matched, the three Death Knights knew that in the next battle, the man on the opposite side could easily harvest their heads at any time......

Just as the three Death Knights were preparing for the final desperate fight, the face of the Salorion* Morning Seeker on the opposite side suddenly changed drastically!

"All the warriors are coming to me!" Ignoring the three Death Knights who were still breathing, Salorion leaped with a gloomy face, jumped over the heads of countless walking corpses, and shouted orders before returning to the defensive line!

"Hawksbill! Immediately escort the Magus back with the Ranger troops! Fast! ”

"Salorion... You..."

"There's no time to explain!" The High Elf God of War abruptly interrupted the Ranger King's inquiry, and continued to order in an unquestionable tone: "Take my general, tell your comrades in all the defense lines along the way to retreat and retreat directly to the Well of the Sun!"

"Inform the king of the battle situation here, the task of blocking the enemy on the tidal flats has failed!" Salorion's eyes were filled with unwillingness and hatred, and his tone of voice was full of humiliation!

Following the gaze of the High Elf God of War, the sharp eyes of the Ranger King Hawksbill were shocked to find that the ice on the sea surface that had been interrupted by the Magus had refrozen together, even thicker and stronger than before!

And on the wide ice, the boundless undead scourge is roaring and rushing! At this moment, the Ranger King finally understood why Salorion*Morning Seekers, who regarded honor as life, gave the order to retreat...... The overwhelming walking dead is not at all something that the more than 10,000 people in the defense line can resist!

An urgent roar exploded in the ears of the Ranger King, and Salorion's shouts were particularly piercing on the noisy battlefield:

"What are you still doing! Hurry up and take your men to escort the Magus back! The Magister Legion is our only defense against the Scourge Legion, and there is no room for error! ”

"Then ...... you" Hawksbill looked anxiously at the High Elf God of War, he already understood his old friend's intentions...... It's just that he is not reconciled......

"I will take the troops of warriors to break off and buy time for your retreat, someone must stay behind to delay their pace...... Someone has to make a sacrifice! Salorion smiled at his old friend, but his eyes grew sharper and his face became more determined......

"Warriors of the Sunfury Legion! Today, I, Salorion*, the Morning Seeker, will die here with you! ”

"For the splendor of the Well of the Sun to shine forever on Quel'Thalas, for the glory and pride of Queldore..."

"Fight to the death!"

Salorion's battle roar is deafening and fierce!

"Fight to the death!"

There was not the slightest cowardice or fear on the faces of the High Elf warriors, and they shouted loudly with firm conviction and high fighting spirit! The sonorous oath is stirred in the sea breeze and lasts for a long time!

Hawksbill, the king of the rangers, took one last deep look at his old friend who had generously gone to the country, gritted his teeth and held back tears, and gave the order to retreat......

Despite all the Ranger and Magister, none of them disobeyed orders or lost time. Because this cost the lives of their comrades-in-arms, they could not afford to delay the time they had been gained......

Moments later, the Ranger and Magister legions were finally out of the battle and disappeared from sight of the Undead Scourge. Without the fire suppression and cover of the long-range troops, the battle on the tidal flat battlefield became more and more tragic......

Every second, the Scourge undead are killed, and every second the warriors of the Sunfury are killed...... With their will to die, the High Elf warriors used their flesh and blood to firmly hold back the natural calamity army that was more than ten times their size......

The battle lasted for a long time.

The holy sword in Salorion's hand was already stained with a thick layer of blood...... The three Death Knights who commanded the Undead Scourge Vanguard Force glanced at each other, and were about to step forward again to entangle the High Elf God of War when a cruel and cold voice suddenly sounded on the battlefield:

"You three go deal with the other minions, this warrior is my prey!"

In the originally dense formation of the Scourgeon Legion, a wide path suddenly flashed out from the left and right. Invincible walked with an excited Alsace stroll on his back. The leisurely and indifferent love of one person and one rider is as if the hellish bloody battlefield on earth in front of you is nothing more than the back garden of the former Lordaeron royal court, and there is nothing worth caring about......

Arthas, riding on the invincible back, narrowed his eyes, carefully looked at the Salorion* Morning Seeker who was waiting on the opposite side, full of hatred and anger, slowly clenched the hideous and evil divine weapon in his hand, and after a long time, he gently spit out a sentence:

"It's a good opponent...... Frost Sorrow is hungry and thirsty! ”

At about the same time, Arthas pulled the invincible reins and rushed forward, while the cold-eyed Salorion* Morning Seeker charged with both feet......

In the next second, the Elder Dragon's Blade, the Holy Sword Queldra, and the Frostmourn, a monstrous divine weapon containing infinite evil power, slashed together, and sparks flew in all directions...... It was already dark, and night had fallen.

The fierce fighting on the tidal flats has also come to an end.

The High Elf warriors of the Sunfury Legion were all killed, and not one of them fled timidly......

The supreme commander of this force, Salorion*Dawnseeker, fell, and died under the slash of Frost's Sorrow......

His sword, the Elder Dragon's Blade, the Holy Sword Queldra, was eventually shattered by the powerful evil that erupted from Frostmourn...... Only a broken hilt remained, clutched in Salorion's hand.

This High Elf God of War fulfilled his promise with his life: to fight to the death!

It is not known whether it was the heroism of the High Elf warrior who reached out to a corner of Arthas's heart, or his tenacious will that resisted the desecration of undead magic, and the Salorion* Morning Seeker was not resurrected by Arthas as an undead spirit to be driven by the others......

The bright moonlight was obscured by thick dark clouds, and it was pitch black between heaven and earth.

Looking at the pair of emerald green ghost eyes in the dark night around him, Arthas sighed softly, and then ordered his people and men:

"The whole army is set off, the goal is the Well of the Sun!"|

*JM