Chapter 343

"The hymn of civilization is the hymn of courage. I admire your courage, but you have made a wrong judgment!"

On the deck of the fast-flying Forbidden Ship, Prophet Velen sighed in pain: "I have advised you many times not to fight with the undead in the wild. Their numerical advantage is beyond your imagination! Sticking to Stormwind City is a must. The only possible way to win, but you still made such a choice..."

The Prophet shook his head:

"And you, now pay the price."

From the porthole of the Forbidden Ship, King Varian in armor looked at the rout below and the soldiers being chased by the undead. He clenched his fists in pain, while the human emperor Lothar stood On one side, he reached out and patted the young king's shoulder.

The spaceship of the Draenei had just sent the last batch of Draenei to their new home, and after returning to Stormwind City, the Prophet heard a desperate news, the nobles of Stormwind City ignored his After being persuaded, he resolutely decided to fight against the incoming undead on the East Valley battlefield.

The prophet who had seen with his own eyes how the undead used their numerical superiority to forcibly kill the demon saw the future of defeat, and at the request of the emperor Lothar who rushed over, the draenei launched the spaceship again, bringing Emperors and kings came to observe the battlefield.

At this time, Donggu was just as they had expected. Under the joint forces of the undead, the human position had been completely submerged.

"Save them, Prophet!"

Varian looked at Velen, and he begged:

"We were wrong, we underestimated the undead, but these soldiers are innocent, even if we open a way for them, please!"

Velen nodded. His coming here proved that the prophet was willing to help mankind. Under his signal, the other two spaceships left the track of the Arcatria, and used the newly modified machine guns to shoot from the air in pursuit. The undead, struggling with the harassment of the death arak people, opened a way for the defeated human army to escape.

The Forbidden Ship continued to move forward, and quickly came to the front of the battlefield. There were no traces of living people here, and there were undead everywhere. His eyes narrowed at this moment.

Surrounded by the undead, he saw that familiar figure.

"Tyrion! Here he is!"

Accompanied by the voice of the prophet, Lothar and Varian looked at the ground at the same time. There, the king of the undead stood in the tide of the undead, and on the ground in front of him, a familiar figure was being swept away bit by bit. The death energy entangled, and the fire of the holy light on the man was still fighting back, but facing more and more death energy, he seemed to be suffocated.

"Bolvar!"

Varian drew his weapon and was about to rush towards the portal, but was stopped by Lothar. The human emperor looked at Varian and said to him in a deep voice:

"You can't go! Stay here!"

After finishing speaking, the human emperor drew out the legendary weapon War Destroyer behind his backhand, and while the flames were beating, Lothar walked quickly to the portal, while the Prophet followed behind him.

Two blue beams of light appeared on the ground in front of Tyrion. The moment the prophet landed on the ground, he propped up the shield of the holy light. The scorching light instantly burned the surrounding undead to ashes, and Luo With a roar, Sa Ze jumped up from the ground, holding a burning sword in his hand, and slashed at the body of the Undead King.

"clang"

The collision between Apocalypse and Warbreaker made Tyrion take a step back on the battlefield for the first time. The ground under his feet suddenly cracked under the collision of power, and the magic blade in his hand hummed more violently. It felt The provocation of the weapon on the opposite side made Tianqi almost unbearable.

This is the first time that Tyrion has fought against someone who also holds a legendary weapon. Now it seems that he is not the only one who has been favored by the world.

Compared with the haze and cruelty of Apocalypse, the War Destroyer in Rosa's hands is more arrogant, like a bloody warrior who doesn't care, never afraid to fight the enemy hand-to-hand.

"boom"

Lothar flicked his wrist, and the burning fire on the sword wrapped around the blade, which made Lothar look like he was waving a real pillar of fire. The old face of the human emperor could not conceal his raging fighting spirit. In those eyes, Tyrion saw hatred to the bone.

"Oh? Medivh's good friend came to seek revenge from me."

The King of Dark Blade let out a deep laugh, his eyes skipped Lothar, and landed on the complex-looking Prophet Velen:

"The Draenei have found a new home, which is really good news, but I'm curious, where would you hide your people? Hehe, it's better not to be Northrend..."

Hearing this sentence, Velen's eyes twitched, and Tyrion, who saw this scene, looked like a child who had stolen candy, with a genuinely happy expression on his face:

"Ha, you sent your own people to hell with your own hands...Listen to me, the friend you are about to make is not as "friendly" as me."

"Don't get entangled with him! Prophet, take Bolvar away!"

Lothar held the War Destroyer in his hands, roaring and rushed towards Tyrion, who also clenched his weapon. The battle between the legendary weapon and the legendary warrior caused dangerous energy to escape. The red warrior's fire and the dark The red energy of death criss-crossed the land, and the Warbreaker gave Lothar new power, as if the most noble blood of mankind had been awakened.

This kind of power allows Lothar to confront Tyrion who has been strengthened by dragon blood head-on. The pure power of that warrior is even stronger in destructive power.

But this level of battle can't be over in a short time. Tyrion propped up his dark green shield, and when he saw Velen who was walking towards Bolvar quickly, he let out a short laugh.

"Leave? No, no one wants to leave today!"

"Veren, old friend, when I knew you were joining the human side, I prepared a... gift for you!"

"crash"

As Tyrion's voice fell, the magic camouflage in the forest on both sides of the battlefield was torn apart. Behind Lich Delandon and Lich Arugal stood tall and silent war colossi, while behind The heavy sun cannons on their backs had opened their focus mirrors, and golden rays of light quickly fell from the sky.

The eyes of the prophet who had seen the power of this weapon with his own eyes narrowed at this moment, he turned his head quickly, and waved frantically at the Draenei forbidden ship in the sky behind him.

"Leave! Go away!"

"Hahaha, the human emperor, the Prophet of Holy Light, will be buried here today!"

Tyrion swung Apocalypse and drove Lothar back to Velen with a powerful blow of annihilation. At the same time, the death lords hiding in the forest also rushed into the battlefield, holding new battle axes and wearing The two orcs in new armor surrounded Velen and Lothar from behind.

Luminas and her husband descended from the sky on the bone dragon, while the draenei lord Yrel walked out of the battle formation behind Tyrion with a complicated expression. In the dark forest, Rogelio and Serente had already drawn their bows, and the blood mage used magic to lock the two besieged opponents, and now they were only one step away.

Seeing the light beam of the forbidden ship light up again, Tyrion's eyes became angry, because the planned space blockade never happened.

"Khadgar! Where is your space blockade?"

Tyrion's angry voice sounded in the soul of the archlich, and the next moment, the voice of the archlich responded:

"Here we come!"

"swish"

The thick space anchor began to wrap around the space around the battlefield quickly under the vibration of the cold magic power. Under the leadership of Tyrion, the death lords broke out in the most powerful fighting posture, and moved towards the surrounded Luo Sa and Velen rushed over, but just before their attack arrived, just before the space anchor completed the blockade, the figures of Lothar and Velen disappeared in the transmitted blue beam of light.

The heavy sun cannon behind the colossus fired at this moment, and 8 interlaced golden lights entwined into a large net in the air, enveloping the swaying Forbidden Ship. At this moment, the gem spaceship was hit by at least 3 rounds. The crystal bulkheads were blasted with cracks, and the spaceship staggered away from the battlefield amidst the black smoke.

"madness!"

Seeing a perfect strangulation come back in vain, the Dark Blade King, full of anger, took a step forward, stretched out his hand and grabbed the dying Bolvar by the neck, and lifted his body towards the direction of the spaceship. In An's desperate eyes, Duke Bolvar's heart was pierced by the apocalypse.

Like a banner of flesh and blood, it hangs on the crescent-shaped blade, shaking in a demonstrative gesture.

"You left him!"

Tyrion's gloomy voice resounded across the sky: "Remember this scene! Little king, you abandoned your own warrior. When he avenges you... don't think he is cold-blooded!"

While the other death lords looked at Tyrion, who was rarely furious, and even the craziest Luminas quietly hid behind Myra, everyone felt very disappointed. The results of the battle may even completely defeat the human empire here.

But they failed. A few minutes later, with the shattering of the light from the portal, the figure of the archlich appeared beside the death lords with a strange atmosphere. He felt the deadly arrow aiming at him faintly in the forest behind him, and the Grand Lich knew why.

Surrounded by the death lords, Tyrion sat on a blood-stained stone with his back to the archlich, wiping the blade of his sword with Duke Bolvar's sash, and his voice had never been so indifferent.

"Tell me, Khadgar, this was an accident, not some...selfish motive of yours! Otherwise, I'll be...disappointed."

The Grand Lich nodded calmly. He stretched out his hand, and in the shattered space, the master assassin Garona Harvard Olsen, who was bound by rune locks and was in a coma, appeared in front of everyone. When he was holding hands, the death lords also saw the festering wound on his chest.

The special poison equipped with the legendary dagger Kingslayer was prepared by Gul'dan himself. The poison of this thing is so strong that even the undead can't resist it.

"There was a little bit of an accident...but I'll take care of it."

The arch lich said softly:

"For my dereliction of duty, I will also use actions to show my loyalty."

"bass"

The Demon Blade Apocalypse was put into the scabbard on Tyrion's back, and the Dark Blade King stood up. When he turned his head, the indifferent expression on his face was replaced by a gentle smile as always, but there was nothing in those eyes. Without the slightest smile, he shook his hand, and the death lords quietly dispersed.

The Grand Lich could still feel the hostility of these rebellious lords towards him, and Tyrion walked up to the Grand Lich and patted him on the shoulder:

"Accidents happen, I can understand, especially when you have a little entanglement with Ms. Garona...I won't force you to turn her into an undead, but like you said , since you made a mistake, you have to find a way to make up for it.”

"Three days! I'll give you three days. I want to see Stormwind City burn in the rage of Darkblade. I want to see Wrynn's kingship collapse on this land. I want to see... That victory should have been in my hands!"

Tyrion looked at the most powerful lich under his command, and he whispered:

"Tell me, Khadgar, tell me yourself that this is the last time you will fail me."

Khadgar's silver eyes remained unchanged, and he nodded like a real undead:

"Yes, this is the last time I let you down, Your Majesty! Such a situation will never happen again."

"very good."

Tyrion turned around, and a death raven landed beside the Dark Blade King, and he waved:

"Go do what you have to do."

After everyone left, Khadgar reached out and pulled his mage hat. He turned around and looked at the half-orc assassin bound by the rune lock. A trace of tenderness flashed in his silver eyes, although it was fleeting.

He stretched out his fingers, stroked the unconscious Garona's face, and wiped away the blood on her face. The cold frost quickly spread on the body of the master assassin, and in just an instant, Garona was frozen in a thick In the cold ice, she did not die, but her life activities were undoubtedly suppressed to the lowest point.

"That way, you won't get me into trouble anymore..."

With Khadgar's soft groan, the portal opened again, and he turned and walked into it.

There is no time to rest, and he will be very busy in the next few days.