"Boom!"

In the city of Lordaeron, a dilapidated two-story building collapsed, sending a cloud of smoke and rubble.

And Lao Tang, who was the culprit of this qiē, did not have even a moment of effort to appreciate his "power of a hammer", but quickly turned around and kicked the ground hard, jumping out of the ten numbers in a vertical leap.

Sure enough, in the next second, the direction that Old Tang was just in was swallowed by a swarm of rotten insects that seemed to cover the sky.

The Dreadlord's specialty: the rancid swarm of bees!

Scavenging beetles, the size of a human thumb, flapped their wing sheaths and flaunted their hideous mouthparts in groups. Wherever the swarm crosses, whether it's a human warrior in sturdy armor or a rotting and pus-bleeding walking corpse, the flesh on its body will be devoured in an instant, leaving only a bloodshot dry bone and the scalp-tingling sound of chewing......

Once again, he escaped Banazal's retaliatory counterattack, and Old Tang casually sent away a few undead natural disasters that pounced on him without knowing whether he was alive or dead, and the whole person had already raised his head and frowned at the big bat that was flashing and moving in mid-air, showing off his might.

Banazar is not badly stronger, not far behind the former Nazturem chiefs such as Annatheron and Tikdios. can be said to crush the old Tang...... He really didn't have that ability.

After all, compared to the fierce men of Manolos and Akmund, Banazar is not half a star worse. In the face of heroic challengers, the big bat can't do unilateral ravage. On the contrary, if it is a hard-fought head-on battle, Old Tang may really be able to abuse him out of Xiang......

Unfortunately, Banazar is a Dreadlord...... The pair of bat wings with a wingspan of four or five meters are not useless ornaments.

With the advantage of flying, as long as Banazal is cautious, the possibility of defeat and death is fundamentally eliminated, at least if he wants to escape, Old Tang really has no way to stop this big bat.

What's more, although the Dreadlord clan is also a good hand at melee combat ability, in the final analysis, these big bats still rely on long-range attacks such as evil spells and psychic abilities.

It has a flight advantage against such a one. A long-range "spellcaster" who can open the combat distance at any time, and is agile and able to flexibly dodge attacks, it is no wonder that the old Tang, who has always believed in "making miracles with great strength", feels a headache and is at a loss.

After all, no matter how perverted Lao Tang's strength is, how superb his fighting skills are, and how strong his attack power is, it will be useless to miss the target in the end.

Well, the lack of long-range attack means is an eternal pain in the heart of Old Tang, a spell idiot. In addition to the half-hung "exorcism" that he groped out. Old Tang can only rely on throwing javelins to fill the façade...... As for the arrogant and stupid idea of trying to destroy Banazar by this means...... Old Tang still thinks about how to remove the wings of the big bat, which is more practical!

Fortunately. Old Don is not fighting alone!

Once again, he turned over and dodged the rain of shadow arrows swept by Banazal, and Old Tang didn't look at the potholes on the ground that were corroded by the shadow energy, and not to be outdone, he had no choice but to return the big bat's half-hung exorcism light bomb.

Old Tang's easy counterattack did not try to hurt anyone, just to allow Banazar to make a dodge move and create a zào opportunity for another "teammate" to attack.

Sure enough, when Banazal subconsciously flashed the exorcism that burst by. A series of three holy light swords had already slashed off from behind the neck and wings of the Dreaded Demon King in mid-air.

Ember Bringer, Mograine!

Compared with Old Tang, a half-baked daywalker who became a monk halfway, Old Mograine is a serious eight hundred veteran paladin. Understanding and immersion in the path of light. The gap between the two is like the difference between Ghost Fog Peak and Hyjal Mountain. In addition, compared to the power of the Titans, the Warhammer is not inferior to the Divine Soldier Ash Bringer......

If Banazar was only slightly guarded in the face of Old Tang's jerky and crude exorcism technique, he was facing Mograini's fierce blow at this moment. The big bat had to pay full attention, and the wolf bèi to the right.

With a flurry of wings, Banazal dodged the Ashbringer's surprise with a strange movement, rolling sideways and swooping onto the roof of a small two-story building. But before the big bat could make the next counterattack, three jet-black metal javelins in succession with a terrible scream. The finished glyph shot towards his body.

The javelins carefully crafted by these minotaur blacksmiths were always made of the finest steel, and the sharpened tips of the heavy javelins, more than a meter long and more than thirty pounds, were cold in the moonlight. Although it is not a divine weapon, and the material cannot be compared with special metals such as silver and pure gold, but under the blessing and throwing of Old Tang's perverted power, even the solid city wall can be directly submerged into the handle or even completely pierced, and the power should not be underestimated.

Banazar is not an idiot, much less a rookie on the battlefield, and he has already accumulated unimaginable combat experience as the Burning Legion has conquered countless planes.

The Dreadlord's wings are not just a flying tool, they are an excellent means of protection. The wings are closed to protect their bodies, and it is difficult to hurt them with ordinary arrows and axes.

But at this moment, keenly aware of the terrifying kinetic energy contained in the three-pole javelin, looking at the three black mangs flashing in mid-air, Banazar had no idea of resisting at all. Without even the slightest hesitation, the force of his feet was about to pull back and return to the air to open up the distance.

However, the close cooperation between the old Tang and Mograini finally forced him back to the ground, and how could they let the tiger return to the mountain and let Banazal get his wish?

Just jumped only half a meter above the ground, and a large firewood knife shining with holy light had already slashed from top to bottom.

"Phew!"

The touch of the blade slashing through the entity shook old Mograini's spirit. The hands holding the Ash Bringer tightened their grip again, and the three-meter-tall body of the big bat in front of him jerked backwards like a cat that had been stepped on its tail. But Banazar's ordeal is far from over.

"Puff puff!"

With a few muffled sounds of sharp blades piercing through leather, Old Tang's javelin pierced through the Dreadlord's body without hesitation, leaving three hideous and terrifying blood holes in his lower abdomen and thighs.

It's a pity that because of the change in position brought about by the battle between Mograini and Banazal, the javelin was not as accurate as expected, and missed the key points that Old Tang originally aimed at the head, chest, wings and so on. And the throwing that pursued too much power and speed allowed the javelin to be wrapped in great power and directly pierce the body of the Dreaddemon King, without getting stuck between the ** and the bone gap. Indirectly weakened the lethality of the javelin......

"Whew"

Bazazar, who had been carried away by the power attached to the three-pole javelin, rolled and collided, and at the same time, a miserable wail full of anger came out from his throat, which spread like ripples across the battlefield. By the time Old Tang jumped onto the roof with a war hammer, Banazal, who had been at ease in the two-man attack, was already incomparably wolf.

Between the broken wooden planks and rubble, the Dreaddemon King who slowly stood up was injured in many places all over his body.

In the face of Mograini's fierce slash, Banazal, who could not avoid it in mid-air, did not wait to abandon the pawn and raised a pair of iron claws, trying to parry the blade of the Ember Bringer.

But even if the Dreadlord used the force of the collision to release his strength and retreat at the first moment of the exchange, he still inevitably paid the painful price of having three fingers cut off. Not only was the armor of unknown material on the body neatly cut. It also left a bloody sword wound between the chest and abdomen.

lower abdomen and right thigh. Three terrifying blood holes were gurgling outwards with dark green blood, and the dripping blood had corroded even the solid masonry into large and small pits, and white smoke was emitting - that was the "gift" given to him by Old Tang's three-pole javelin.

A series of dizzying blows made the Dreadlord in a rather miserable state at the moment, and he no longer had the brilliance of his past......

"You're going to pay for it!"

The pain was so severe that Banazal was almost mad. Looking at the people of Lao Tang who were rapidly approaching from the left and right, the Dread Demon King roared angrily. The few remaining fingers connected the dots, and a pair of fleshy palms flew up and down, depicting the trajectory of the mystery.

"Stop him from !!"

The specific strength of Banazar is incomprehensible to Old Tang. But that didn't stop Don from raising the danger level of this big bat to the highest standard. Don't mention the warning signs that are frequently foreshadowed by crisis awareness. Just the posture of the Dreadlord at this time to chant and cast spells was enough to make Old Tang dare not be careless and negligent.

It's no wonder that Old Tang was so nervous, knowing that it was a powerful spell like a rancid bee swarm or a rain of shadow arrows just now. Large bats are capable of casting spells instantly. With such a strength, how can you cast a spell that needs to be chanted, and the power can be ignored?

The obscure demonic incantations sounded on the battlefield without interruption, and seeing Banazar put on a posture of casting a spell, Old Tang had already launched a charge while shouting to remind the Scarlet Great Lord. The whole person fit and pounced.

Charge, as a warrior's housekeeping skills, is naturally very familiar to Old Tang. However, at a distance of dozens of yards, the old Tang of the past could rush like thunder in an instant. But this time, when Old Tang ran to Banazal's side, which was only three arms away, a violent feeling of dizziness and powerlessness suddenly struck.

The eyelids seemed to be getting heavier and heavier, and the originally clear mind became muddy. Not to mention continuing to take a few steps and swing the hammer to interrupt the spell cast by the big bat, at this moment, Lao Tang didn't even have the strength to stand firm and maintain his balance. Even because it could not be transported, the war hammer, which weighed a thousand pounds, fell to the ground, smashed through the stone roof, and fell into the abandoned and dilapidated buildings......

Hypnosis!

The only remaining sober mind in Old Tang's mind subconsciously thought of the unique skill of the Fear Demon King's hand that he had neglected.

I don't know if the previous battle was limited to the casting distance or Banazal's deliberate reservation, this move was not used at all, so that the old Tang, who had no experience in fighting the Dreaddemon King, inadvertently forgot about this move. And at this moment, it was suddenly displayed, and it immediately made the unsuspecting old Tang instantly attacked.

"Bang!"

And the old Tang, who realized his carelessness, clung to the last bit of clarity in his mind, desperately gathered the power of yang in his body, and tried to support the holy shield technique to remove the magic exerted on his body by Banazal. But at this moment, a strong impact was already accompanied by a collision sound, and it came from behind in an instant!

The suddenly attacked old Tang spurted out a mouthful of blood before he even had time to react, rolled several times in succession, and staggered to the ground!

Before Old Tang could recover his senses, the attackers had already pursued.

A sharp long sword had been aimed at Old Tang's neck and slashed in the air!

Blood-red anger filled the sword body, rich as substance......

*******

"You recognize this sword, don't you?"

"Butcher!"

In the cold wind of Northrend, the voice was still clear and loud, full of hatred.

Holding a hand high, he ordered the army of the undead behind him to stop, and Arthas, who heard the familiar voice, narrowed his eyes slightly and turned around.

"I have to admit it. I'm a little surprised to see you have the guts to appear in front of me again since the last time Quel'Salas said goodbye, Kaiko. ”

The elven prince is just a stone's throw away.

His golden and red clothes were as bright as blood against the white and merciless snow. He stood tall and proud, his staff stuck in the snow in front of him, his eyes staring at Arthas, the power of magic crackling around him.

"Where's that Minotaur helper of yours? Abandoned you? After a careful look, he didn't see the expected figures. A sarcastic look appeared on Arthas's face.

"Or do you think there is no help from others. Can you escape from under me alone? Kyle...... After all this, you are still as arrogant as ever, what a ...... Stupid cute! ”

Behind the elven prince were not the sharp-eared elves he had slaughtered, nor the burly and rugged minotaur reinforcements...... Rather, it was a group of Admirals of Kul Tiras, who could not hide their anger. This made Arthas, who had suffered under the hands of Old Tang, breathe a sigh of relief unnoticed.

Although Arthas was a little surprised that this group of "sea fish" would appear with the elven prince, the Death Knight had begun to look at Kael'thas with hatred in a moment. and the long sword that was slowly drawn by the elven prince.

"I found it, I recast it."

The elven prince's tone did not fluctuate in the slightest, and he didn't seem to care about the death knight's reaction at all. "And today, I will pierce your heart and cut off your head with him!" ”

The sword was wrapped in thick flames. In the biting cold wind, the air around the long sword seemed to be a little distorted.

Flame Strike!

Yes, Arthas knew the name of the sword and its origin: it was once the sword of Darthrema* Sunstrider. He is the founder of the Elven dynasty and the ancestor of Kael'thas.

The antiquity of this sword is almost indescribable.

It has witnessed the outbreak of the War of the Ancients, the division of the elves. and the birth of the upper elves......

The Death Knight's mind flashed with murderous intrigue.

"Oh, yes. I saw it snap in two under the Sword of Frostmourning, just before I wounded your father. "Looking at the elven prince with a gloomy face, the Death Knight's face hung with ridicule and mockery." It's just like the things of your elves, flashy and fragile! Whether it's people or things! ”

"You seem to be very good at hurting the noble old man!"

In the face of the Death Knight's taunts, Kael'thas reciprocated with ridicule, and this counterattack caused Arthas to feel an unexpected sting. "At least my father is still facing you on the battlefield. What about your father, Arthas Minethil? ”

"How brave it is to kill a defenseless father, just as he embraces his son with open arms." Kael'thas *Sunchaser's taunt was just as sharp, pointing straight at the sore foot in Arthas's heart: "Oh, by the way, now add Lord Daryn Prodmoore......"

"I failed my daughter and killed my father...... Arthas, is this your reward for those close to you? ”

The elven prince's last words made the Death Knight stunned suddenly.

In the battle a few days ago, for unknown reasons and obsessions in his mind, Arthas, after gaining the overall upper hand, intentionally or unintentionally kept his hand in the battle, allowing the former elder to escape "by luck".

But now Kael'thas seems to be speaking...... Some lives will eventually come to an irresistible end!

"Is the old thing dead? It's also good...... Such a fragile life should not be left in the world. ”

On the surface, he sighed casually, but the inexplicable sense of irritability made the destruction in Arthas's heart intensify, and he couldn't help but want to break the elf in front of him who provoked his inexplicable anger into pieces!

Until then, though, the Death Knight was trying to provoke the haughty pointy ear as much as he could.

He wants to provoke the mage and make him act recklessly. Self-control is the key to manipulating spells, and if Kyle is impetuous, he will have an easier time winning the battle himself. The Lich King's safety is at risk...... Pressed for time!

"Don't feel sorry for me for snatching Gianna from you, you need to put down your baggage and look ahead. After all, there's so much fun left for you to enjoy. ”

"Still, it's sad that after today...... You won't have a chance to enjoy it! ”

As he spoke, Arthas tightened his grip on the reins and rode his horse toward his opponent. However, at this moment, the snow under the feet of the skeleton warhorse suddenly flashed bright orange and turned into snow, which made Invincible suddenly stumble and slip.

Jumping off his horse and letting Invincible run away, Arthas grabbed Frostmourn in his right hand and jerked forward with his left hand. A cloud of dark green energy swirled in his flat palm to form a dim orb, and then shot at Kyle like an arrow from a string - Death Entangle!

The mage moved in the opposite direction, but the attack came too quickly. Caught off guard, the elven prince's face turned pale, and he staggered back with his hands on his heart. Arthas grinned, the mage's absorbed life energy rolling toward him.

"I snatched your woman."

Dodging the whizzing dragon's breath, the Death Knight suddenly said that he wanted to continue to provoke the mage. Although he knew, and perhaps Kaizi knew, Gianna had never been the elven woman.

"I held her in my arms late at night and savored her sweet kisses. Kaiko, she-"

"She hates you now." Accompanied by a series of heatwaves of fireballs, Kael'thas suddenly retorted verbally. "You're disgusted by her, disgusted by her, Arthas. All her feelings for you have now turned to hatred. ”

Arthas felt a strange tightening in his chest.

He realized that he had never thought about what Gianna thought of him now. Whenever thoughts about her came to mind, he always did his best to drive them away. Is this true? Gianna really - a huge fireball exploded in his chest, and Arthas exclaimed, pushed backwards by the force of the explosion.

Dozens of arcane missiles then swooped down on Arthas almost non-stop, engulfing the Death Knight's body in an instant. But the elven prince, who was holding the flaming blow, did not take the opportunity to pounce on the sword, but stood on the spot and spoke while concentrating on guard;

"Abandon your clumsy taunts, butcher! Some topics are far more effective to you than to me! ”

Whispering a few short syllables, Kael'thas quickly traced a few esoteric runes with his empty left hand. In the next second, the phoenix's chirp sounded in the snowy land of Northrend.

The elven prince, who summoned his arcane companion to help in the battle, stared at the faint anti-magic cover in the snow and ice splashed by the previous missile storm, and said in a deep voice:

"Now, all I care about is getting revenge on you!"

"So, as you wish!"

The icy and hoarse figure of the Death Knight came from the wind and snow, and in the next second, the blade of Frost Sorrow pierced through the ice chips and struck Kael'thas by the throat.......

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