Chapter 486 19. Entrustment. Victim --- Add More Brothers for Qianshan Xueyue【13/20】
Chapter 486 19. Entrustment. Victim --- Add more brothers for Qianshan Xueyue [1320]
People in crisis can easily fall into a state of disorientation, especially rookies who have no experience in war, and are often frightened by the brutal war in front of them.
And at this time, the importance of the veterans is highlighted. When the recruits lose their minds, they can always use the most correct actions to point out the path of action for these bewildered guys.
While the Crypt Lords and the Vrykul undead began to destroy the city, under the command of the great knight Turalyon, a simple line of defense has been formed in the portal hall, and mages summoned by magic are everywhere to join this battle. array, but the chaotic and tyrannical magic storm that emerged from the ground formed one after another criss-crossing primitive magic rays in the city, cutting the entire city into a mess.
The battle between the Archmage and the Crypt Lord, as well as the Dreadlord underground, has affected the stability of the city above.
"hum"
The light of the portal in operation was completely dimmed after a violent shake. The big knight turned his head and saw a few unlucky low-level mages who wanted to escape from the portal and were cut into pieces by the suddenly closed portal. Fragments, blood stains and broken corpses were scattered everywhere in the hall, and the sparks of magical power flew back and flew the mage who maintained the operation of the portal.
"What's wrong?"
The great knight chopped down the Nerubian Digger who was rushing forward with his sword. His whole body was filled with scorching holy light, and he turned around and shouted:
"What happened to the portal?"
"Space anchor! Someone set a space anchor in the city! The portal is locked!"
A mage who got up clutching his chest shouted loudly:
"Don't let them rush in! I'll untie this anchor, it will take some time."
"Knights, stay here and buy time for the mages!"
The big knight gritted his teeth and slammed into the tall vrykul undead in front of him. In the flash of the holy light, the tall vrykul's head was cut off by the slash of the holy light, and Turalyon, who was soaked in blood all over his body, was After rolling on the ground for a week, he looked back at the defense line behind him, and then at the chaotic battle situation in the city. In the end, he seemed to have made up his mind.
"You stay here, and rush out as soon as the portal opens! I... I'll go to see the situation of the archmage and ask the empire for help! Do you hear me? As soon as the communication is restored, I will ask the empire for help."
Under the watchful eyes of everyone behind him, the great knight rushed out of the guard zone, swung the long sword in his hand left and right, and the undead along the way were no match for him at all. Wherever he went, he left only a piece of cold corpse.
But soon, the mindless walking corpses that rushed into the city from all around rushed into this block again. The paladins raised their heavy shields one after another. Behind them, the mages also began to counterattack with magic, but the locked portal Before reopening, these mages trapped in the isolated city still couldn't find a way to save themselves.
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Turalyon rushed into the chaotic city, he looked left and right, and when he was sure that no one was paying attention, he jumped up and quickly jumped onto the tower at the top of the city. He stood in the tower and looked at the people below. Click on the streets filled with undead, those mages who struggled to evacuate in the raging undead, and those ghosts and monsters who were forced out of the lower city of Dalaran.
Those are some warlocks...an evil profession that is not tolerated by the outside world, but in Dalaran, although the research of warlocks is forbidden on the surface, secretly, the mages did not cut off the research of warlocks and let them organize in the lower city Of course, the act of summoning demons at will is forbidden, but on the current continent, apart from Dalaran, only the area in southern Xinjiang ruled by the undead does not prohibit the magic research of warlocks.
And most of these guys who play with dark power are a group of cowards, they will not risk their lives to go to the southern border to study and study.
In short, after the undead flooded into the city, these warlocks were also alarmed, but unlike the mages who defended the city to the death, the warlocks did not have much affection for the city that sheltered them. Regardless of the city's ban, they summoned a large number of demons, and under the escort of the demons, they began to struggle to fight their way through the undead crowd.
But this attempt is doomed to fail...With the magical power of these warlocks, the summoned low-level demons will soon be completely swallowed up by the Lich King's mindless corpses, and they can't go anywhere.
So soon, Turalyon lost interest in the fugitives, and hiding himself in the shadow of the tower, he reached out to his "companions" a few moments later.
"Bannazar, go to the library and kill all the mages hiding there!"
"Deserocco, you idiot, go to Violet Prison and release all those prisoners!"
"And you, Bainholler, my old brother. There is a special space hidden in this city. It is a secret room that mages have used to store dangerous vip for thousands of years. Find it."
"Finally, Malganis, hold your Space Anchor! Don't let those mages go away... I'm going to give Antonidas a ride and start opening the gates to the stars... Wish me well Lucky you guys."
Turalyon's great knight's voice changed suddenly at the last moment, becoming the eerily deep voice of the dreadlord Kathanatyr, but in the blink of an eye, Turalyon's figure disappeared from the tower again.
A few minutes later, on the road leading from the ground to the underground hall, the great knight Turalyon frantically swung the long sword in his hand, and fought his way through the high-level undead flooding the place. The rhythm of the holy light and the sound of killing made the archmage who was besieged by the crypt lord and Varimathras in the hall suddenly turn around.
Then I saw the bloody great knight appearing at the entrance of the underground hall. His handsome face was covered with blood and wounds. He kicked away the rushing nerubians and shouted loudly to the archmage:
"Master, this way!"
As he spoke, Turalyon grabbed the small warhammer on his belt. After gathering the power of the holy light, an energy light hammer like a real weapon emerged on the warhammer. After his roar, the warhammer was savagely Slamming fiercely at the crypt lord and dreadlord in front of him, the holy light that spread throughout the hall was like thunder and lightning falling from the sky, scurrying around in the hall filled with chaotic magic light.
The crypt lord seemed to be knocked back by the unexpected blow, while Nathrezim, who had been pressing towards the archmage, screamed and flapped his wings, trying to stay away from the erupting golden glow.
This sudden help made Antonidas, who was in a hard fight, subconsciously breathe a sigh of relief. The old mage's white beard and hair were floating in the air. Lost his life in the aftermath of the battle of the super-professionals.
This loss made the Archmage very heartbroken. As he waved his hands, a pale golden light wrapped around his body. The light was very similar to the time magic used by the bronze dragons. In fact, only Antonidas and Powerful spells mastered by only a few talented mages.
Back in time!
In this rare surge of time magic, Antonidas's body strangely dispersed several selves. Those golden phantoms seemed to have their own thinking and reason. Facing the crypt lord who rushed over again, this Several phantoms quickly released cold magic, and with the roar of the crypt lord, they blocked the road in front of them again.
"Come on! Master! Follow me!"
The Turalyon knight swung his long sword, killing the undead behind him one by one in the shining light of the holy light. The archmage followed behind him, and the two quickly rushed to the city above their heads.
"Big Knight, how is the city?"
The archmage hurriedly asked:
"Mage tower... are those mage towers still safe?"
"It's terrible, we are about to retreat, there is a stronghold over the portal hall, follow me."
The great knight turned around to support the somewhat weak archmage, and the two of them walked on the stairs full of undead corpses. After entering the city ground, seeing that half of Dalaran fell into chaos and despair amidst the raging undead, Archmage Antonidas, who devoted his whole life to this city, couldn't help crying.
"Ruined... the city, ruined..."
"As long as the person is still there, everything will be fine! There is no time to stay here, come with me!"
The great knight held Antonidas' hand, but behind the two, Lord Nathrezim's sinister laughter sounded again, accompanied by the sound of the ground shaking. On this fierce battlefield, Master Antonidas A trace of firmness and determination flashed across his face.
He shook off Turalyon's arm and looked at the grand knight. After a while, he threw a quaint ring with the Kirin Tor emblem on the grand knight:
"The oldest secret of Dalaran lies within, take it away, Turalyon...bring it to my disciple, Kel'Thuzad or Jaina, please!"
"What nonsense!"
The great knight was furious, he looked at the archmage:
"Follow me! As long as you survive, you still have a chance! Don't sacrifice in vain!"
"No, someone must stay here to stop them... These two monsters are too dangerous. If they are allowed to wreak havoc, no one will be able to leave."
Archmage Antonidas reached out and brushed his beard, a relieved smile flashed across his face:
"I have lived in this city since my youth, it is my home, it is a part of my life, and I cannot just give it up to the villain who destroys everything... Come on, great knight, I To clear the way for you, let's go, don't..."
"puff"
Before the Archmage finished speaking, a scorching sharp sword pierced his body from behind, and even the magic barrier arranged on the body was completely pierced at this moment. This sword is fierce and sinister , Precisely, in the pain of being cut open in the heart, the archmage staggered forward a few steps, supported his body with the ice staff, and looked back at the great knight behind him with an incredible gaze.
"Why are you?"
"swish"
The long sword was pulled away, and amidst the blood splattering, the great knight's face was peaceful. He looked at the archmage in front of him, and said in a low voice:
"Great sacrifices should not be mourned, but that greatness should be remembered...Your destiny should not end here, Antonidas, I just gave you a key to something greater... .You don't understand, do you? That's okay...you'll get it soon."
"Now, wait quietly for death..."
"You, you're not...you're not..."
In the tumbling of the dark power, the archmage lay down in a pool of his own blood. At the moment when his life was pulled by Nathrezim's magic, he pointed at the great knight. At the moment when the darkness shrouded his eyes, he saw Arrived... I saw a... dreadlord shining with endless holy light all over his body.
"Sorry, I'm Turalyon..."
The dread demon, whose whole body was wrapped in holy light, gave Antonidas a ferocious smile:
"But I'm also... Casanatiel."
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At the same moment when the undead launched an attack and Antonidas died in battle, in the not-too-distant sky of the Arathi Highlands, the Griffin Knight stared at the sky dumbfounded, and the wine bag in his hand slipped at this moment.
On the higher sky, the figure of the skeleton dragon tore through the clouds. Behind the huge dead creature, there were densely packed undead crowmen, as well as the death knight riding the necromancer flying dragon, and the powerful The Death Raven of the Lord of Death.
They ignored the panic-fleeing human air force in the sky, and they didn't even pay attention to the castle below, as if they crossed the limit of the sky unscrupulously. Under the guidance of the great journey, they brazenly crossed the boundary between life and death.
On the land, dark death knights and undead infantry wearing solid armor lined up one after another. In the forefront, Danas Trollbane in armor silently looked at Stromgarde in the distance, After a moment, he sighed.
"Let's go! Within 3 hours, we must arrive at the designated theater!"
The command of the commander was issued, and the next moment, while the black tide was rolling forward, the undead artillery deployed on the periphery of the position also drove the newly refitted artillery, and under the command of Lord Rogelio, fired the scorching shells , covering the entire human line of defense in front of us. In the silence of the past few months, the production capacity of the entire Black Iron District has been fully activated, and all strategic changes have been completed for the 13 war groups of the Dark Blade.
If the dark blade knights used to fight against humans with swords, then now, before humans charge, they have enough power to bury the human army in the hell of artillery fire.
And the entire land of Arathi, under this seemingly endless bombardment, the mud and gunpowder smoke rising on the ground, in the flames and blood... trembled endlessly.
"Lord! Wildhammer's dwarven knights are harassing our perimeter! Do you want to shoot them down?"
The death knight drove the flying dragon and approached the pitch-black skeleton dragon. Saurfang, the death lord sitting on top of the dragon, waved his hand and said impatiently:
"Dispel them, the real opponent is about to appear, I don't have time to fight with humans now, I will come back after I drink the blood of the devil, and have a good "play" with them."