Chapter 205

Cold wind blowing, snowflakes swirling down from the air, dense covered the eyes, I do not know where the snowflakes never stop, in the world's coldest place, snowflakes is the most beautiful scenery.

Only snowflakes are beautiful. Every other inch is full of darkness and haze. Even the sky is invariable gray and black. The rotating clouds hover in the sky, just like an eye coming from the darkness, silently paying attention to everything here.

On the continent composed of a complete piece of ice floe, from the sky, it is all blood red. Those light spots are one after another ghosts. When they are awakened from the eternal death, their disgust for the living and the world destroys them. Their empty bodies are filled with hatred, wandering aimlessly in this hopeless land, Tear up any creature that dares to enter.

In the snowy sky, groups of ghost statues roar through the air. These statues injected with evil spirits are the best air force of natural disasters. The whole icecap glacier has accumulated nearly endless stones in hundreds of millions of years. Those tireless followers who belong to the Lich King are making more ghost statues every minute.

In the middle of the wasteland, under the ever dim sky, on the high tower made of half destroyed black evil iron, it's a mountain peak of ice, it's the throne of ice! When the Lich King was sent into this world, it was the brain of all natural disasters, it was the acne of this world.

But the ice on the throne has been broken by irresistible force. The surface of the ice is full of cracks, just like a crystal handicraft that is about to be broken. Just a little bit, it will break into tens of millions of pieces.

The soul of ner'ozu, the orc warlock who betrayed the Burning Legion, was sealed in this ice by Kil'jaeden, enduring the cold and loneliness from the soul, which was the most painful punishment, but this ice also protected his soul from dissipation.

But now that the protective layer has been destroyed, the escape of the soul is inevitable, especially after several months, this kind of escape is even more serious!

Ordinary people's souls can't hold up for an hour when they come out of the body. Naiozu has held on for several months and has come to an end. But he still managed to repair the ice that was smashed by Sargeras's eye. It only takes a little longer for him to go to sleep. The undead is never afraid of the passage of time. When he wakes up next time, the undead's natural disaster will still prevail in this world.

But naiozu estimated that he might not see that day.

Because today, there are new guests on the throne where no dead dare to blaspheme.

"Kil'jaeden says hello to you!"

Illidan was still dressed wildly in the ice and snow, where steel could be frozen to pieces. The green stripes on his body beat on the magic shield on his body in the cold wind, and the dark green moon blade was in his hand. From the moment he stepped on the ice throne, Alsace, who was beside the ice, had been escorting the blade out of the sheath immediately, The black and blue sword pointed at Illidan.

But he has his opponents!

The smell of blood red appeared behind the demon hunter, who was also a death knight, but he was free. Even in the face of the Lich King, the ruler of all the dead, he never lowered his noble head. Alsace and his sword could not help roaring when they saw the figure slowly climbing on the ice throne.

Uther!

This is like an old devil, pestering his opponent! He and this guy's grudge, from the moment he personally killed him, just like the constant cutting of hemp rope, tightly entangled together.

"Even the million dead of Northrend can't stop you! You are as difficult as an old dog

Alsace's voice was cold and low. Uther's reaction was to draw out the blood red bone sword behind him. The knight of Apocalypse didn't wear heavy armor, just a pair of black light armor. The black leather cloak blew away behind him, which belonged to death. The cold didn't mean anything to him.

"How dare I die before I kill you? How can I die? "

Uther's voice was as hoarse as a knife, his eyes were blue, like a cold wasteland, "taste of death once is enough, my disciple, are you ready to die?"

Alsace moved his neck. In the snow behind him, a huge object stirred the heavy snow on his body and stood up from the ice. The Crypt Lord anubarak, another white figure appeared on the cold stone platform in the light of the portal. It was the restored Lich Kel'Thuzad.

On Illidan's side, a six armed Naga, Ms. vaski, comes up from the bottom of the stage. She is just a hero. In this grand scene of gathering four epic heroes, she can only play with anubarak, who is also a hero.

The problem is that vaski, who is good at agility and magic, is also a big loser to the Crypt Lord who has almost no solution to defense. No matter what, the scene of three on three, at the moment when a strong wind blows up the snowflakes, and when the white snowflakes are blown up by the strong wind, tens of rays of light unfold on this large stone platform.

I'll kill you!

Illidan turns into a demon hunter. The dark green flame melts all the snow on the ground. Arthas rolls up thousands of ghosts and cries. The roaring wind and hail cover the whole stone platform in an instant. Uther's dark wings block the sky. The death verdict in his hand is just a flash. One eighth of the stone platform is cut off and the whole stone falls from high altitude, The blood method in Kel'Thuzad's hand shakes the sky. With a little touch, three overlapping dead withers block all Uther's dodging space.

The two death knights, the devil hunter and the Lich were originally the best configuration, but it was just like a fatalistic duel to release the Buddha. Illidan still found Alsace, and Kel'Thuzad didn't know what was going on, so he took the initiative to stop Uther from their battlefield.

But Uther is not so good-natured to deal with this more and more eccentric Lich. As soon as the bone sword in her hand is swept, a black light blade goes straight to Kel'Thuzad. After the Apocalypse obeys, Uther plays the most power of this magic sword. The flying speed of that light blade is fast enough to make people feel like an owl passing through the dark, Fierce and swift.

However, the Lich's reaction at this time was quite strange. She let the blade pierce her sternum. In her white claws, she held a black dagger. The dagger had an evil curved blade, which was covered with strange runes, especially where the handle was. She also had a moving eye. When Uther felt something was wrong, she looked back, His eyes were right opposite the eye.

"Return the flesh and blood, obey the abyss, death knight with magic sword... I'm here for you!"

For the first time, the voice of the great Lich had a sound line fluctuation, which was strange, just like the voice when he was still a human. At the moment when the voice came into Uther's ears, Uther's shadow suddenly moved strangely in the dark, just like being given life, strangling his body and pulling his whole person into the darkness behind him.

The solid ground, against the black shadow, was like a jar of sewage and black oil. Uther struggled, but he was strong enough to destroy a mountain. It was useless. He could only roar, but he was finally dragged into the black shadow.

The eyes of the dagger in the big Lich's hand slowly closed, and the next moment, his figure gradually disappeared.

When the dying blood red light scattered on the stone platform, Illidan and Alsace looked at the empty stone platform at the same time. At the next moment, the dark green double swords and the black blue magic sword cut together again.

The sparks were all over the place. The demon hunter's huge body just stood in place with the bat wings flapping behind him. The death knight was beaten back several steps by this blow.

On the ice blue sword, seven runes were lit one by one. The crazy white storm began to revolve around his body. It was like the center of a tornado. Everything along the way was surrounded by thick ice. Under the double aggregation of the power of frost and the power of death, the ice became black. Alsace was like a charging tank, Towards Illidan.

The demon hunter's wings are open and suspended in the air. His double blades stand in front of him. The dark green light of his eyes under the black cloth converges quickly. At the moment when Alsace rushes, two green lights burning everything pierce into the ice storm.

Evil flame and black ice, burning and Yin cold, on the throne of cold ice, the two most extreme forces collided mercilessly, and the whole platform began to shake violently, as if the next moment, the glacier peak was about to collapse.

Green flames and black ice mingled in the sky, forcing vaski to retreat to the bottom of the platform temporarily, while anubarak curled up, with a hard shell against the flying energy.

In the original history, the cold and heartless Alsace fought against Illidan, who had an old friend in mind. In the end, the death knight, who occupied the home court advantage, won a move, and the demon hunter was forced to leave Outland.

However, in the present history, Illidan finally reconciled with Malfurion because of his desperate defense of Mount Hyjal. Although he still ran away, it was voluntary. Although he still couldn't get along with Tyrande, at least he didn't have so many regrets.

If there is no regret in the heart, there will be no weakness in the battle.

When the sad past is put aside, it becomes the most important thing to continue the oath that you have made.

So when black ice freezes half of his body, the demon hunter's finger flicks and a drop of green liquid seeps into his body. At this moment, all the frostbite is removed and the lost physical strength is made up.

The demon hunter's body turns light, and the green evil flame is like two sharp light knives. When it reaches the maximum frequency, it becomes a hot light column, completely crushing the black ice storm rolled up by Alsace.

At the moment when the storm dispersed, the devil hunter's claw pressed on Alsace's right arm, and the dark green evil energy was injected into the death knight's arm madly. Then, under the control of the devil hunter's will, the whole thing exploded!

Alsace's body was thrown out from a distance and fell to the edge of the stone platform. Frost's sadness made a whine. Finally, the death knight pierced the stone platform with his left hand and suspended most of his body in the air.

Illidan strode to the front of the cracked ice and gazed at the weak soul in the ice. With a crown inlaid with blue gems, Illidan watched the demon hunter quietly.

The weak and tired voice of the old Orc sounded in the heart of the demon hunter,

"I can see... You are a traitor! You, like me, will eventually follow this path! "

"No!"

Illidan raised the dark green moon blade, he lost his sight, but he saw the world more clearly.

"I've been on this road, you failed, but... You're still useful!"

"Bang!"

Wanzai ice was so easily broken that the soul floated away. At the moment when the spirit of the old Orc appeared, a crack appeared in the black sky. It was a red claw. It was vicious. It grasped the soul in its hand, and then disappeared in the world at a glance.

Even if it is a big devil, it can only achieve this level without powerful magic items.

The demon hunter reached out and picked up the crown on the ground. He turned to Alsace with a curved mouth. Then he put the crown on the ice throne, turned and strode away.

Vaski follows the demon hunter. She looks back at the death knight who is climbing to the throne. She seems to want to ask something, but she doesn't ask.

"What's the use of a cat without a mouse?"

Illidan whispered these words, and then turned his eyes to the south, where... There is another world, a wider world, waiting to be conquered by himself!