Chapter 264

The warrior profession is the oldest one of Azeroth's twelve professions. It is wild and direct. It only relies on the soldiers' own strength and will to fight. Only the most powerful and valiant soldiers can arouse the power to control anger. That is the beginning of soldiers' self transformation.

Anger is one of the most intense and destructive emotions of all creatures. Beasts will burst out stronger than usual because of their anger. Soldiers can also do it. It is said that the inheritance of this profession can even be traced back to the time when Titan came.

Whether it's Sargeras, the dark Titan, or agrama, the guardian of the Pantheon, they all have the power of warriors, and the guardians of the Titans impart this noble profession to their creations. After the curse of flesh and blood, these creations also inherit this profession.

In Azeroth, you can't become a mage without magic talent, you can't become a paladin without firm will, you can't become a thief without enough dexterous body, but as long as you have a brave heart, as long as you can take up weapons, you can become a soldier!

So in the twelve professions, the number of soldiers is the largest, but the number of strong soldiers is very small. At present, most of the strongest soldiers in the world belong to Kalimdor, such as the sarufal brothers of orcs, such as Cairn Bloodhoof, the chief of Tauren, It seems that only admiral Darlene can barely enter the ranks of the top soldiers.

Human beings lack talent, but it doesn't mean that the way of warrior is closed to human beings. The wild blood from the first king of mankind, arasaud the great, has been sleeping in human blood. When Varian Urien, the strongest warrior of human beings, known as the ghost wolf, returns, this inheritance can show its nobility and strength.

After all, allardo the great, who was able to face up to the ancient god's most powerful servant and win.

It's already a non-human field!

However, on the land of Northern Xinjiang, another flame belonging to the soldiers is burning. The light of the blade of anger in Dalian's hand is at least three times stronger. Especially after drinking the blood left by Dalian's wounds, this artifact that only exists for fighting is already buzzing, as if it has its own life, Again and again toward the opposite panting fear Lord roaring challenge.

However, Dalian didn't turn back to fight with barnazar rashly. The roar and provocation just now were just to delay time. It was impossible for tyran to leave with old Mograine and to deal with barnazar with his own power.

Even if it can pierce its body with the blade of anger, it is just the difference of strength that makes it impossible for Dalian to win. This meaningless death is not brave. Therefore, although the blade of anger is very reluctant, it still recognizes Dalian's move to escape from the battlefield.

But even running away is very difficult. Barnazar obviously didn't try his best to chase him. This cunning fear Lord is more like playing a game. He jumps out of Dalian's hiding place from time to time, leaving a bleeding wound to the soldiers, and then jumps back into the shadow with a smile.

Obviously, barnazar is also afraid of the weapon that can pierce his body, but he only finds interesting toys when he is bored.

Dalian didn't get angry because he was afraid of the humiliation of the demon king. He just kept riding on the stolen death horse and moving towards tirisfa area. Old Mograine failed and Ashbringer failed!

Dalian also saw the air fortress floating in the distant sky, which exudes the smell of death. That thing is definitely not for friendly communication with paladins. In the foreseeable future, the war in Northern Xinjiang, which has settled down, will inevitably have new waves, even worse than the worst before!

And Renault!

That bastard appears in the camp of the natural disaster. It's not as simple as it seems. If Renault betrays the blood Crusader and the silver hand

Dalian had a cold war. He didn't even dare to think about the terrible consequences of that!

East dalongmir, the defense line that has not been broken by the undead since the beginning of the war, is likely to be lost!

If the spirits of the dead in Northern Xinjiang and the rest of the ghost land are allowed to meet again, even Quel'Thalas will be in danger of destroying the country again!

renault!

This asshole, it's all because of him!

Dalian could not help gnashing his teeth. He wanted to go back now and stab Renault to death. But at this moment when he was stunned, barnazar's voice sounded in his ear,

"Ah, little soldier, it's not a good habit to be absent in battle!"

"Bang!"

Dalian was caught off guard and left a ferocious scratch on his chest by barnazar's bone claws. The whole person was thrown out and bumped into the stones on the side of the road, feeling that most of his body was numb.

Fear demon confirmed that Dalian had lost the ability to move again and again. Shi Shiran jumped out of the shadow, walked to Dalian with elegant steps like a gentleman, stretched out his sharp claws and pointed to the soldier's forehead.

The sharp claw was like a curved knife, which touched Dalian's forehead. The soldier's eyes looked at him fearlessly, which made barnazar, who thought he was in control, very dissatisfied.

He didn't see his favorite fear!

"Fool! Do you think you can live? "

The Dreadlord retracts his claws. He moves his fist and sneers,

"You and your stupid father will die here! It's like the humblest reptile being crushed with one foot! You have no future! "

"I hear you have a new master, Dreadlord!"

Dalian bared his teeth. "Archimonde died in Mount Hyjal. You poor guy, like a scared mouse, is lying at the foot of Alsace again? Disgusting

"Bang!"

The devil's fist hit Dalian's abdomen, which made the whole body of the soldiers like thunder. The voice of barnazar echoed in Dalian's ears,

"You don't know anything, poor thing! You really think Alsace can inherit everything! Stupid! The scourge thought they won. No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no

Barnazar raised his head. His ugly face was full of disgust. He seemed to lose interest in the game. Five sharp claws opened in front of Dalian, and barnazar's voice became lazy,

"Well, I'm really tired of it. You are worthless. Go to die. Maybe I will mercifully throw your body back to your hometown, but it depends on my mood. When you die, you'd better cry miserably, which will make me happy!"

"In fact, I have a way to make you feel more happy, demon, do you want to listen to it?"

Another cold voice joined the discussion. Barnazar and Dalian turned their heads at the same time. More than twenty death knights came out of the dark forest silently. Their leader was a white haired human with blood colored double swords and no helmet. We can see from the blue eyes which were completely different from the natural disaster of the dead, These guys are completely out of the Lich King's control.

"Captain Sarian!"

Dalian's voice was full of surprise. He knew the man in front of him. Whether he was alive or after he died, he knew that this was the death knight who followed Uther. He also got rid of the control of the Lich King!

The silent death knights are all high-level Lords. The head of sasaryan has reached the stage of semi hero. It seems that Uther has begun to develop her own power in order to deal with Alsace.

There is no doubt that the confrontation of this scale is not good for barnazar. Seeing more than a dozen death grip lights up in different places at the same time, the fear Lord screams angrily, but still turns into a bat and disappears in the same place.

It didn't take refuge in the undead's natural calamity completely, and couldn't fight with these difficult death knights for the sake of Kel'Thuzad's orders.

Sassarian put away his swords and went to Darian. His cold eyes made Darian tremble. A few seconds later, the once brave human soldier spoke.

"We need your help... Lord Uther, we're in trouble."

On the other hand, with only one breath of old Mograine on his back, Teran was running in the forest of silver pine. He was panting. The young Griffin was killed by the death knight dasohan 10 minutes ago. He was so close to the ground at that time that he could escape now.

"Hold on! Uncle Mograine! We must insist! We will be saved soon

While carrying the old knight on his back, Teran used the little holy light left to empty his life for the old knight. His injury was too serious. The terrible injury of a sword through the heart would have killed ordinary heroes long ago. However, the powerful power of old Mograine maintained his life, but only maintained it. If there was no effective treatment, he would have died sooner or later.

But Talan is just a little knight who is less than a Lord. In the silver pine forest, which has become extremely dangerous, he is not even strong enough to protect himself!

What's more, not far behind him, the undead are frantically chasing him. They do everything to catch Mograine. With the lessons of Uther and dasohan, who dares to throw such a powerful paladin to the disaster of the undead?

Once resurrected, it's definitely a more dangerous Lord of natural disasters than Uther!

So although he was reluctant to do so, tyran was really ready in his heart. If things got irreparable, he would personally end his uncle's life and soak it with concentrated holy water, at least to ensure that Mograine would not be transformed into the undead before the holy water failed.

Taran held a shining Owl Pendant tightly in his hand, which was given to him by Dalian. He had told him to drop blood on it at the most critical moment, and then find a place to escape, waiting for the support of the secret power of the silver dawn.

It's a pity that in tirisfa, far away from East dalongmir, Teran really doesn't know if the silver dawn branch in stansom can receive the distress signal from the pendant.

"Bang."

The road in Yinsong forest is full of potholes and is not easy to walk. Taran is in a hurry to get on the road. Without noticing it, she stumbles on the stone under her feet. She loses her balance and falls to the ground. The old Mograine, who is carried on his back, is thrown out and rolls several times on the dirty and wet ground. The ground is dyed red by the shocking blood.

"Bad!"

Regardless of being bruised and bruised, Taran ran to Mograine with both hands and feet, reached out and gently probed the old knight's neck and pulse. Thank God!

But just as the paladin carried the old knight on his back and was about to leave, his body suddenly stiffened.

A tall black figure, with his back to him, stood in front of him not far away. The huge black sword showed his identity.

"Tyran Fordring... You live up to the blood in your body, but... That's it!"