There was a muffled "bang".

An abomination that was striding towards the Northern Legion's line of defense was suddenly smashed to the ground by a "black shadow" falling overhead.

The hapless abomination let out a roar of rage, shaking its body that had been crushed by half of its shoulder, trying to shake the shadow off.

But in the next second, the roar of hatred and anger stopped abruptly.

A strong elven-style blade had pierced his skull.

Drawing a long sword stained with blood and brains from the abomination skull, before the surrounding ghouls could react, the "Black Shadow" had already risen from its half-crouching state and slashed the blade in his hand like a knife......

With a simple whirlwind slash, the surrounding of the tall and burly "black shadow" was cleared into a small blank. is only a walking corpse, and even the tragic howl of dying was cut in two.

Raising his head, the "black shadow" scanned the battlefield at a superior altitude to identify the direction of the "target" and did not delay any longer, followed by a heroic leap into the air again, and "smashed" the head of a crypt demon more than ten yards away.

And in the inexhaustible sea of the undead, such a vignette is as inconspicuous as a sudden wave. Even a full five or six yards of blank space, without even a breath, was once again filled with the bodies of the walking dead......

This "black shadow" who is like a "trumpet King Kong", leaping and running rampant among the corpses of the undead and natural disasters, is none other than him. It was the old Tang who went down to the roof to "hunt down" the big bat of Banazal.

……

However, after three or five vertical jumps, Old Tang had already chased behind the "prey".

In one hand, he held the heraldic shield of the captured commander of Lordaeron, and in the other hand, he carried the Sindore blade, which was used as a backup weapon. Old Tang looked playfully at the big bats not far in front of him, desperately squeezing away the walking corpse wolf bèi around him, and at the same time swept away or slashed those undead natural disasters that did not know whether to live or die and pounced on him.

The whole person walked unhurriedly as if he were walking in his own back garden, and hung about ten yards behind Banazar like a leisurely stroll.

Ten yards.

For Old Tang, it's just a charge distance.

Lost a pair of wings as a support. Banazal....... who has all his hole cards is destined to be unable to escape the gift that Old Tang prepared for him.......

There is no doubt that the situation of the big bats is quite miserable today.

Her Majesty's explosive shot was precise.

The Dreadlord's bat wings, which were stronger than gold and iron, were blown up in a blur of flesh and blood under two arrows. Dilapidated. The left wing had been severed, leaving only an inch long stubble.

The collision damage caused by a fall from a height of twenty or thirty yards was not fatal to a Dreadlord, but the impact of the collision with the ground caused Banazal's wound to worsen and break again. The big handfuls spurted out with corrosive blood, and even corroded a lot of the walking dead directly into a piece of residue.

In comparison, Old Tang's full-fledged strafing looked powerful, but in the end, it only made the appearance of the big bat look a little ...... Disgraced?

But what really made Banazar not so happy was the "meeting gift" that Mograini gave to the big bat!

The Ember Messenger is a divine weapon that contains the power of surging holy light, and it has a great restraint effect on the demon's evil power and body.

And when this Excalibur is in the hands of Old Mograini, one of the top paladins of the Knights of the Silver Hand, it is by no means as simple as "1+1=2"!

Sharp, sacred, and indestructible......

The blade of the sword reached the body, and in an instant, the chest and abdomen of the big bat were left with a hideous sword wound by the ash messenger. And there is a large amount of divine energy left in the sword creation.

The Light may be a beneficial energy for many mortal races that can facilitate healing from injuries and physical healing. But for the demons who are full of evil power in their bodies, they do not hesitate to pour a bucket of sulfuric acid on the wounds.......

If it were normal, the seemingly terrifying wound would not be a big deal for the Dreadlord. A moment of effort can be restored.

But now the Holy Light and the Evil Energy have repeatedly strangled and fought near Banazal's wounds, so that the already deep and long wounds have not healed for a long time, and now coupled with the shock of falling from mid-air, the gap more than half a meter long is even more bloody.......

It seems that the Dreaddemon King who is in a desperate situation does not even have the idea of reflexive confrontation, and he flees in a hurry!

But. Being turned over by the enemy at the last moment, escaping or something, has always been something that Old Tang hated and tried his best to avoid.

Looking at the badly injured Banazar in front of him, Old Tang decided to fight quickly!

Kicking over a bloody mouth and biting the hellhound on his waist, Old Tang groped out a unique metal bracelet from his waist bag and pinned it to his belt. In the next second, Lao Tang, who held up his shield, was already like a tank with full horsepower, crashing and running over the walking dead who stopped between Lao Tang and the big bat. Forced to rely on his perverted power to kill Banazal!

A shield slammed into the air of a crypt demon that pierced his sharp spear-like insect feet, and Old Tang immediately wanted to pour great force into his legs and stomp on the ground!

In an instant, there were bursts of violent shock waves, and the center of the circle where an old Tang was located suddenly spread outward, splashing countless sand and stones. Within a radius of dozens of yards, the demons and undead, including the big bat Banazal, were all in a state of coma or vertigo......

The war trampled on the feet, exerted from the feet of the old Tang, and the power was no less than a small earthquake!

Flying up and squeezing it on the buttocks of the big bat, Old Tang stepped forward and firmly stepped on the blood hole left at the base of Banazal's wings that had fallen to the ground.

The intense pain caused the Dreadlord to wake up from his vertigo prematurely, but Banazal's howl didn't last long before it came to an abrupt end.

Because the tip of Sindore's blade has stopped on the back of the big bat's neck!

"It's over. Big bats! ”

Trampling on Banazal's wound under his feet, and holding in his hand a blade that could take his "life" at any time, Old Tang said in a calm and smug tone;

"From now on...... You're mine! ”

Old Tang plagiarized his mother's lines, which sounded somewhat "ambiguous" and easily reminded people of some kind of bad habits, but in Banazal's ears, it made him shocked!

"You're not going to kill me?"

tried his best to hide his astonishment and incomprehension. The big bat, who is good at acting, already has a look of "ecstasy" and "surprise" on his face.

[Joke, can the Golden Horse actor compare to the Oscar for Best Actor?] With Brother Biao's acting skills....... you are still a little tender! 】

Old Tang, who had already known that Banazar was calculating according to the law, would naturally not be fooled by the expression of the big bat. At the same time as he was slandered in his heart, Lao Tang also started his own performance!

"Aren't you big bats all very desperate?" Old Don's "honest and honest" face was full of puzzlement and surprise at the moment. Then he asked with a mocking face: "What? You just want to die so much? ”

"Nope! No! Can...... I'm a demon! ”

Even if he was a shrewd Banazal, he was choked enough by these two rhetorical questions from Old Tang, and it took a long time to say a lame reason.

"What's wrong with the demon? I've got a Doomward mount too! Pouting disdainfully, Old Tang replied impatiently with a sarcastic expression: "Don't talk so much nonsense!" Pledge your allegiance to me today, and I will spare your life! ”

Looking at Banazal, who looked surprised and hesitant on the surface, but was actually secretly calculating the pros and cons, Old Tang decided to add another fire!

"You should know Sheena!" Old Tang pointed to Her Majesty the Queen standing quietly above the city tower, looked down at the eyes of the big bat, and said word by word:

"She's my woman! Ahem, huh...... At least it will be later! ”

"The big bat called Varimatas has pledged allegiance to Sheena...... So I'm going to take on a Dreadlord as a staff member like her. After all. You big bats are still very talented at calculating people......"

Squeezing his eyebrows and covering up, Lao Tang is like a fool who is carried away by love at the moment, blindly looking like a goddess, looking for common ground......

Banazal's eyes flickered. I was thinking about whether to change my plan with the trend.

His previous plan to possess the remnants of the human elite of Lordaeron was not a sure thing, and it was also a great risk. If you can trick the trust of this stupid Minotaur Overseer, you can cooperate with the actions of Varimatas from within...... Seems to be a good choice too!

"...... to you Allegiance! ”

After thinking about it for a long time, Banazal, who thought that the new plan had a higher success rate, put on a hesitant and tangled look. "Reluctantly" stated:

"Master!"

The big bat that struggled to get up from under Old Tang's feet lowered his head deeply to hide the treacherous gaze that flashed in his eyes. But he thought he had a plan, but he didn't find out that Old Tang's slightly narrowed eyes also flashed banter and mockery!

[Don't kill you? 】

[I really won't kill you!] 】

Looking at the fake surrender of the big bat, Old Tang sneered in his heart:

[Because, we will leave you to the "professional" people to deal with...... Hello, Arthas. ”

Tall, muscular, and treads snow with hooves. The Dreadlord had huge horns on his head and a smile on his lips.

His eyes were covered with a ragged and worn black blindfold, and two dots of light shone right above his eyes. His voice became eerie and muffled. The lavender-like skin is covered in tattoos and magic patterns.

And that familiar face finally made Arthas recognize who the guy in front of him he mistook for the "Dreadlord" was!

"You look very different, Illidan."

Looking at the current appearance of this opponent who once had a one-sided relationship...... Arthas immediately understood what was going on! Or rather, this is the reason why Illidan has become so powerful.

"I guess the taste of Gul'dan's Skull is a little unpalatable to your liking!"

Illidan lifted his horned head and let out a loud and gloomy laugh. "On the contrary, I've never felt better. Some kind of Cheng dù, I have to thank you today. Alsace. ”

"Then fuck off."

Arthas's voice suddenly became cold, no longer witty.

"The Frozen Throne is mine, demon. Leave now, and never come back if you are far away, or I will be waiting for you here. ”

"We are our masters, boy."

Stretch out your hands. The two stalks that were flying on their own under the control of the demon's power and slashing the walking dead on the side suddenly spun and flew back, appearing in the hands of the demon hunter.

"I have been entrusted with the destruction of the Frozen Throne. So it looks like we can't all be happy. ”

Illidan replied as he raised the weapon that had fought Alsace. His muscular hands with sharp black nails gripped the middle of the weapon, dancing back and forth with seemingly casual graceful movements.

The move shook Alsace's confidence slightly.

He had just fought Kael'thas in a fight. Had it not been for the cowardly elf who teleported away at the last minute, Arthas would have been the victor.

But now the key thing is that ....... battle also consumed his body, and Illidan's movements looked like he showed no signs of fatigue!

Illidan also noticed his opponent's embarrassment, and the laughter became even more rampant!

The Demon Hunter deliberately played a few more tricks, showing off how amazingly dexterous this unusual blade was in his hands.

"Let's end it!"

After a mocking invitation, the Demon Hunter pulled out of his stance, ready for battle.

"Your men have either been cut into pieces, or they have been taken under my command."

Arthas pulled out the sorrow of frost, and the runes on his sword shone brightly, and a mist rose from the hilt.

The fire behind Illidan's blindfold was brighter than before. When he saw the rune sword, the point of light condensed slightly. If Illidan*Fury, a master of fame for thousands of years, had a pair of divine weapons, Arthas's weapons were not inferior at all!

"Your end is one or the other." Jumping off the back of his invincible horse, Arthas raised the sorrow of frost diagonally and prepared to meet it.

"I'm skeptical." Illidan sneered, "I am stronger than you know, and my master made your master!" Come on, lackeys! Wait until I've sent the minions before I can take care of your poor one-"

Arthas rushed forward, Frost Grief gleaming in his hand and whispering a long, moan. Like the master, he longed for Illidan's death.

But the demonized elves didn't seem to be intimidated by the surprise attack at all, and the Demon Hunter raised his double-bladed weapon with the most leisurely movement to parry Arthas's slash.

Frostmourn had slashed many powerful ancient swords before, but this time it slashed at the shining metal, emitting only ? , and then the blades made a piercing grinding sound.

Arthas held on, and Illidan smirked at him, causing Arthas to worry again.

Illidan had really changed since absorbing Gul'dan's skull, or at least he had become stronger than before. Illidan let out a low, shrill laugh, then pushed hard. Arthas was forced to stagger backwards, and fell to one knee struggling to fend off the onslaught of demons.

"It's great to beat an opponent who was evenly matched....... it's great!" Illidan said with a low growl. "If you can play a good game, Death Knight, maybe I'll reward you when I do it."

Arthas had no time to heed his insults. He gritted his teeth and was preoccupied with parrying the stormy attack. Illidan's weapon danced faster and faster, like a swirling dove light. Arthas could feel the demonic energy emanating from the blade, just as he knew that Illidan could also feel the cold darkness emanating from Frost Sorrow.

Suddenly, Illidan vanished, and Arthas threw himself forward by inertia and lost his balance. He heard the flapping of wings, and turned to see that Illidan had flown up, hanging high beyond the reach of Arthas, his huge wings puffing out of the wind.

They looked at each other. Arthas held his breath, noticing that the battle had not had no effect on Illidan either. His muscular lilac body shone with sweat. Arthas stood still, scooping up Frost's Sorrow and preparing for Illidan to swoop down and launch a new assault.

"Look at the Essinos Twin Blades!"

Illidan said proudly, flapping his wings and soaring upwards.

The blades swirled in his left and right hands, as if to make Arthas realize that his hands were equally dexterous.

"Two magnificent blades! This used to be a doomsday guard's beloved weapon, he was a powerful demon officer, and I killed him...... That was 10,000 years ago. ”

"How long have you been fighting with this sword of yours, human? How much do you know about it? ”

These words were meant to make the Death Knight nervous, but on the contrary, he was cheered up.

Illidan may have held the weapon for a little longer—but Frostmourn was tied to his soul.

Frost Sorrow was not so much a sword to Arthas as an extension of his own body!

He knew this when he first arrived in Northrend and saw it for the first time.

When he first looked at it, he was sure that the sword was waiting for him, and there was a connection between them. Now he felt Frost Sorrow tremble eagerly in his hands, as if to prove that they were all of a sword.

The blade shone brightly.

Illidan fell like a meteorite straight towards Alsace.

Arthas roared and swung Frostmourn upwards to meet the downing demons, never before could he swing his runic sword with such confidence as he slashed at his foes.

He felt the sword dig deep into his flesh, and just as he had expected, Arthas jerked a deep wound into Illidan's torso, satisfying to hear the ex-Cadore's screams of pain.

However, the bastard hadn't fallen yet. Illidan flapped his wings wildly, barely keeping himself dangling in the air. Under Arthas's shocked gaze, his body seemed to become dark and twisted...... It's like black, purple, and dove smoke swirling.

"That's what you brought me."

Illidan shouted, his already thick voice now muffled, causing Arthas to shudder from the heart. Billowing black smoke condensed into the demon's face, lining his eyes even brighter.

"This gift—this power, will destroy you completely!" (To be continued.) If you like this work, you are welcome to come to Biqu Ge www.biquge.info...... Voting for recommendation votes, monthly passes, your support is my biggest motivation. )V