Chapter 515 14. Father and Son (Part 2)

The sky knights of the two undead battle groups have entered every city in Lordaeron from the sky. They are looking for the teleportation array to transport civilians and fight the defenders in the city. The entire once prosperous city was killed in this group. They looked so vulnerable in front of the steel-armed warriors. Fortunately, three-quarters of the civilians in Lordaeron City had been transferred to Kul Tiras, but the rest might not be so lucky.

The whole city was in chaos, but compared to the crisis in Lordaeron's court at this time, the chaos in this city was nothing.

Although there was only one death lord who attacked Lordaeron's court, the chaos and war he caused were more terrifying than all other knights combined. Varok Saurfang, in the dark blade's military system, came from the mysterious Tai Ryan. The most powerful lord of the Dawnblade. Death's favor for Saurfang is indescribable. Among the entire Darkblade, only Yrel, who was once the chosen one of the Holy Light, can be with him. compared to.

But if you only measure it in terms of combat effectiveness, the immature Yrel is no match for Saurfang at all. This orc was a top fighter during his lifetime, and after his death, his astonishing combat talent is still the same. He goes.

At this time, on the square in front of the palace, the crazily spreading ice has turned most of the square crystal clear, and the sea monster, who has been resurrected in the form of a dead soul, still has the ability to control water. The guards were besieging, but the body of the ghost made her almost ignore the swords cut by the soldiers. On the contrary, every time she swung the trident, more water flow was alienated into thorns of ice.

Where the ghost siren, the summoned creature of the death lord, goes, those brave but weak soldiers will be pierced by ice spikes bursting from the ground, or even more terrifying, they will be directly frozen in deadly ice blocks.

Just like Yrel, who was resurrected by Tyrion himself, inherited part of Tyrion's power, the ghost siren conscripted by Saurfang also inherited part of the death lord's power, which made the ghost sea who was already skilled in martial arts The demon became even more terrifying, her long tail snaked forward on the ground, and her two arms grasped the heavy silver trident and danced around. The powerful force caused the body of any enemy who touched this weapon to be torn apart.

The remaining four arms are waving weapons picked up from the ground at will, long swords, shields, and even staffs. Amidst the sharp neighing of the ghost siren, the swords danced wildly and the frost splashed. She withstood the reinforcements of the entire court, and of course, her ghost body also suffered from burns after the priests and paladins of the Holy Light joined the battle.

However, if it is classified in an unusual way, Saurfang's death attendant, the ghost siren, can be regarded as an SSR-level summoner.

"The Holy Light will... punish you!"

In the deepest part of the frost-covered battlefield, the great knight Uther had blood-splattered wounds on both hands. With the straight-forward method coupled with this amazing brute force, Uther had to enter a bad defensive state after hitting for a while.

The great knight used his warhammer to block Saurfang's tomahawk with difficulty. He waved his hand, and a mass of scorching holy light gathered in the air to look like a warhammer, hitting Saurfang's head from behind, but the death lord As if feeling something, before the light hammer hit, he turned around, and with his left hand wrapped in dark red death energy, he precisely held the shining light hammer.

"This is the holy light you believe in?"

Saurfang smiled. In the great knight's wide eyes, the holy light that could sanction everything converged, and a strange scream of energy annihilation burst out between the ten fingers of the death knight, and a trace of light burst out from the surface of the light hammer. The fissures in the silk were finally crushed into scattered light feathers between the closing of Saurfang's fingers, which exploded completely in the air.

The moment Saurfang turned around, the great knight swung a fist, and the holy light gathered and dispersed in his hand. The blow, like the sun, slammed into Saurfang's chest fiercely, knocking the death lord's tall body to the ground. The body forced back several steps.

"kuang"

The stones under Saurfang's feet exploded, causing his body to forcibly stop and retreat. He raised his head, his ice blue eyes stared at Uther who was waiting in full battle, and he reached out and patted the clear burning spot on his chest. Fist marks, a strange smile hung on the face of the death lord.

"It's just that..."

"Madman!"

The Grand Knight couldn't bear the fact that his faith was crushed in the face of death. The scorching holy light gathered behind him into bright wings, and those rays of light wrapped around the Grand Knight's armor. The entity that makes the Grand Knight look like the Angel of Light descending from the world.

But the moment he swung his warhammer at Saurfang, a dark red halo was wrapped around the body of the death lord, and the two collided fiercely like raging beasts, directly and The deadly attack splashed the hottest sparks in the swing of the weapon, and the collision of the two energies easily tore apart the surrounding buildings, the gorgeous pillars, the mirror-smooth stones under their feet, those banners, those royal families The signs of were all torn apart in the energy storm like flimsy paper.

This scene even made the surrounding warriors who besieged the ghost siren couldn't help turning their heads. They looked at the two figures wrapped in different halos, the collision of weapons, fists, legs, and even heads. It was two ferocious beasts in a cage, and now they were fighting to the death, and neither would stop until one drove its fangs into the other's veins.

"The palace! It's about to collapse! Run!"

A knight yelled in a panic. At the moment when the soldiers around the palace fled in all directions, the most iconic palace in the Royal City of Lordaeron was driven mad by two strong men amidst bursts of painful groans. The aftermath of the battle spread, and amidst the muffled sound of heaven and earth cracking, an entire huge palace began to collapse inward.

This is already a power beyond the imagination of ordinary fighters. It is the terrifying lethality that can only be achieved by the strong who have mastered the power and entered the room.

"boom"

The war hammer in Uther's hand was cut off from the center by the roaring battle axe. The body of the great knight staggered back in the falling ruins. He rolled on the ground with difficulty and avoided a falling boulder. He stood up , clenched the disconnected weapon, in front of his eyes, most of Saurfang's armor was melted by the holy light, but the death lord just rushed forward without saying a word. The moment he looked up and saw Uther, Saurfang Farr's eyes narrowed.

In the dusty ruins of the palace, the death lord took a deep breath, a huge and real pale dragon head shone above his head, Uther felt the gathering of death energy, he jumped to the other side.

"crash"

A miniature frost bone dragon phantom rushed forward from behind Saurfang. The moment before the paladin completely avoided it, the ice surprise attack that was enough to freeze everything frozen Uther's small half of his body. among the ruins.

"click"

The frozen ice was shattered, but when Uther turned his head, what he saw was a rapidly enlarged fist in front of his eyes.

"boom"

The great knight's body was backed by this straight punch, Saurfang dropped his battle axe, rushed over like a gladiator, kicked Uther to the ground, and then rode on the Holy On the knight, Saurfang's heavy fist slammed down like a battering ram.

"boom"

"Your power is impure! You don't understand it at all!"

"boom"

"Narrow beliefs limit your talents!"

"boom"

"You could have gotten stronger!"

"boom"

"You failed it!"

"boom"

The whole earth trembled endlessly under the mad swing of the death lord, and the great knight Uther, who was attacked by him with his bare hands, was still struggling at first, but after two or three punches, the holy light shield protecting his whole body became shaky. When he got up, a few seconds later, the great knight's resisting fists fell powerlessly into the ruins, and the holy light on his body became crumbling like a candle under the attack.

"boom"

Just when the beast-like Saurfang's deadly punch was about to land, an icy hammer roared and hit his head, and the death lord swung his fist without looking back, smashing the back of his head. The oncoming war hammer smashed violently, and when it landed, the war hammer had been divided into four pieces by the cold death force.

"Monster! Come at me!"

A cry sounded behind Saurfang, the strange accent made the raised fist of the death lord stop in the air, he turned his head slowly, and saw two fully armed young orcs holding battle axes, standing On the square not far behind him.

Garrosh and Dranosh held their weapons nervously. They saw the panorama of how the monster defeated the great knight Uther head-on, but the innate courage of the orcs made them unable to sit back and watch Uther be killed by the undead. Kill, and the moment the death lord with the horned helmet turned his head back, and the moment he saw those cold eyes, the two young orcs shuddered at the same time.

"Hehe, I thought who it was..."

Saurfang stood up and threw the dying Uther aside. He acted indifferently, like a real heartless undead, but the rapidly trembling left hand behind him and the shining light in the ice blue eyes represented Looking at the uneasy thoughts of the death lord.

"It turned out that the two little brats with weak hands and feet came to pretend to be heroes..."

He saw Dranosh... He recognized the identity of this young orc at a glance. The face that was 70% similar to him, and the posture of holding the weapon all proved who he was.

Dranosh Saurfang...that's his son! His only concern in this world... But at this moment, the father and son met in a way that no one could have imagined.

"Get out! Get out of this city that is bound to fall..."

"I only warn you once!"

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"Kneel down!"

The calm and cold voice of King Terenas echoed in the king's hall. Hearing this voice suddenly, Prince Alsace's eyes flashed a little puzzled. He stepped forward and said to his father:

"Follow me, Father! We don't have time..."

"I say! Kneel down! Arthas Menethil!"

The king's scepter touched the ground, and there was a low sound. Seeing the serious light in his father's eyes, the prince gritted his teeth and knelt on the ground on one knee. Behind him, Jaina Proudmoore in a hood Looking at the scene in front of her, the lady suddenly seemed to understand something. She bit her lip and took a step back slowly.

"My son, on the day you were born, the entire forest of Lordaeron silently recited your name."

The old king looked at the cold and heavy scepter in his hand, but it represented the identity and power of the king. He took a deep breath, raised the scepter, and tapped it on Alsace's shoulder. His deep and slow voice Echoing, the surrounding guards also realized that they were watching an extremely important scene, and they all straightened their waists.

"My child, I am proud to watch you grow up day by day and become the embodiment of justice."

"You have to remember that we have always ruled this country with strength and wisdom. I also believe that you will use your powerful power carefully."

The atmosphere in the King's Hall became very dignified at this moment, and with the opening of the side door, Alsace's sister, Princess Calia Menethil, who seldom showed her face, walked into the King's Hall holding an ancient crown. There was a hint of sadness on her face, and at the same time, like her father, she looked at her grown-up brother with pride in her eyes.

"In this war, we are retreating steadily, but the real victory, my son, the real victory is to inspire the fighting spirit in the hearts of your people under any circumstances."

"Father!"

Alsace raised his head and wanted to say something, but was stopped by the old king's stern gaze. He looked at his son, stretched out his hand, picked up the crown from the queen's hand, and slowly put it on his son's overhead.

"The reason why I tell you this is because I have made up my mind that my child, my life, my rule, and my failure will come to an end today, and you..."

"Alsace Menethil, you will be crowned king today!"