Chapter 447

Under the will of the sword holder, the death verdict cuts coldly to dakuru's head. The troll uses the special-shaped fist blade on his hands to cross his hands and block his body tightly, accurately blocking the fatal blow.

"Bang"

The powerful force of collision came from the hilt of the sword. Uther's hands trembled, and the force of death wrapped around his arms and body shook away the vibration that was enough to tear his body. The troll gave a smirk, and his arms swung away. Two dazzling blue light blades bloomed in the air in front of him. This was his counterattack, sharp and fatal.

Uther's dark bat wings bulge behind him, and the light blade hits the bat's wings, causing him to take two steps back, while dakuru takes three.

Different from the ordinary trolls, at this time, the body of dakuru who has accepted the dark power of the Lich King has collided and twisted, just like those giant Troll barbarians whose upper body is extremely huge. But the difference is that dakuru's body is enlarged in equal proportion, so it doesn't look very strange, but it looks very huge.

Like other trolls, his waist is hunched up, but even so, he has reached the height of 5 meters. In front of Uther, who is more than 2 meters tall, he is like a giant.

The Lich King gave him not only the ability of death, but also the ability to manipulate the dead spirit and frost. Therefore, beyond his deep blue skin, the thick layer of frost is like a veil symbolizing uncleanness. It is not only a symbol of identity, but also a halo, Every time Uther approaches dakuru, he will be severely reduced by this layer of frost.

This makes the battle between him and dakuru from a surprise war to a cruel tug of war. In less than five minutes, the two kinds of violent energy, darkness and frost, have successfully demolished the top of the entire dasakron fort. And with the battle going on, the platform and ruins at the top of the fort are becoming larger and larger.

Any creature entering this battle circle can easily tear anything apart just by the staggered energy impact. However, even in the tug of war, Uther also has the upper hand. Dakuru's chest has a constantly expanding and beating wound, which is torn open by the death verdict, less than a finger away from his heart.

But the wound did not flow out like blood, on the contrary, dripping on the ground of a mess, is the black pus blood, obviously, this is the torture of apocalypse.

"Ha... Ha... I'm not going to die in this place!"

Dakuru gasped and moved his aching arms. He endured the pain of acting on his body and soul at the same time, and looked at the silent death knight in front of him. The strength of this guy was stronger than he had ever seen before, even compared with Alsace when he met for the first time. This discovery made dakuru's body tremble.

He always thought that he was on the winning side, but after Uther appeared, his idea began to waver, but he had no way back to go, far things are not said, even in front of him, the death knight would not simply let him go.

"I've come so far, I've been on the side of the dark, I won't lose! I won't... I won't lose! "

"Bang!"

Before dakuru finished speaking, the dark wings behind Uther suddenly opened, just like a bat that preys on him, and rushed towards the troll. The blade of the bone sword was full of sharp barbs, and even was scratched by this vicious weapon. With strong corrosion inside, it would rush into the body along the wound, and rampant madly.

Dakuru had tasted that once, and he didn't want to taste it again, so he chose to step back. With dakuru's arms waving, ice blue energy gushed from his palm, and built a thick wall of ice in front of him. Of course, he didn't expect this wall to block Uther, he just needed to fight for a little time!

Yes, just a little time!

Trolls turn around and take out a delicate bottle from their arms, which is filled with blue viscous liquid and exudes the smell of magic. It's the demon, the precious resource of trolls since ancient times... Of course, you'd better not ask how this thing is made.

He threw the demon out from a distance and hit it on the fire basin behind the top of daksaron fortress. The demon poured into it. The extinguished black fire basin was lit at this moment, and the dark blue flame was beating on the fire basin. In a moment, the flame was two meters high.

Obviously, it's not just a common brazier.

"Bang"

The ice wall made by dakuru could not even block Uther's advance. At the moment when dakuru turned his head, the ice wall behind him had been broken by unbearable force, turned into complete ice and spilled in all directions.

Uther looked at dakuru, his eyes flashed a trace of cruelty, his chest and abdomen has an obvious breathing action, with the bat wings behind him disappear in vain at this moment, dakuru realized that it was not good, but before he made a response, the head of a bone dragon composed entirely of ice and frost has appeared above Uther's head.

With the action of the death knight spitting out the air, the ice dragon also sprayed the fatal frost forward, the real frost, the flow of ice condensed by the transformed huge power of death. Just at the moment of contact, dakuru's raised arms had been frozen, and the frost seemed to have its own life, and it continued to spread upward along his arms. Finally, When the skull of the bone dragon turns into a little frost flower and dissipates, the wings behind Uther appear again, and dakuru, in addition to his movable head, has sealed his whole body in the ice.

This is not the same as the storm caused by sasaryan. With Uther's manipulation of death, dakuru can't get rid of it.

In fact, if it were not for the halo of ice, he would not have been able to support it until now.

"Bang"

"Poof!"

The newly formed ice burst in the next second, and the white bone sword that pierced the heart of dakuru. Uther's height, arm length and blade length just made the white bone sword pierce his heart.

Troll's face changed dramatically at this moment. Before he felt the pain that made his eyes black, he heard Uther's voice. It was the first time he heard his voice after the war.

"You're afraid... Then go to death with fear."

"Bang!"

Dakuru pushed Uther away with his last strength, and the white bone sword left his wound. But the black blood sprayed, and the double pain of the greasy snake gnawing at his heart and body made dakuru stagger and fall on his knees. He opened his mouth and spit out blood with internal organs. He covered his chest, and he struggled,

"No, I won't die."

"Master, master... Save... Er..."

Dakuru's huge body fell on the ground covered with ice and death. Behind him, Uther coldly folded up his bone sword. However, the next moment, he saw the dark blue flame that had been lit, and the power of the constant vibration in the air.

Behind Uther, the bat's wings bulge, completely covering its body, and then rapidly retreats, but... It's late.

A faint blue blade of the sword swung down from the air. Although Uther had dodged the battle area, under the invisible blade, he blocked the dark bat wing of his predecessor. Just like the butter of a hot knife, he was easily cut open.

The death knight holds the sword in his left hand and the crossbar in his right hand, blocking the death verdict above his body and colliding with the invisible blade. At this moment, the ground under Uther's feet is broken layer by layer, and even buried in the bend of his feet. Uther's body trembles, but he finally blocks the blow.

"Fura Uther, we haven't seen each other for a long time."

A heavy and low voice came out from the air. A shadow broke through the air and appeared at the top of dasakron fortress. It was the guy with helmets and skull armor. It was the master of death, the former king of the land. The real death screamed behind him, and the moment he appeared, fear began to howl.

At this moment, the cold wind of the whole zudak blows, as if he is welcoming his own king. His ice blue eyes reflect Uther's image, which is the real hatred.

He will never forget that last time, this guy almost killed him, completely, even his soul completely.

Of course, and that damned sword

Of course, it was not Alsace himself who came. It was just a mirage of his division with the help of the demons burning in dakuru. But the sword he just cut was really wielded by him. Otherwise, Uther's current level would not have been hurt by a mirage.

"Arthas! I've been missing you so much since I left last time! "

Uther's voice became excited in vain. Together with him, the magic sword apocalypse in his hand felt the same breath from frostmourning. It began to beat wildly in Uther's hand. The greedy soul hidden in the sword was influencing Uther. After it completely surrendered, it almost never happened.

It's ordering him!

It is driving him to fight with Alsace, and it has no hurry to "reunite" with his brother.

It must be that Frost's sorrow, which is far away from Icecrown fortress, is the same impulse, but neither of the two sword holders will be affected by this emotion. Uther looks up and looks at Alsace floating in the sky with cold blue eyes,

"You didn't kill me in naxamas, Arthas. It's a pity. That's your last chance! I will go to "visit" you soon, take the most powerful warrior in the whole world, break your damned rat hole, catch you, and strangle you

"I swear I will! And it won't be long! "

Every word of the voice is gnashing teeth. It is no wonder that the resentment between the two people has been difficult to describe clearly in language. However, in the face of ursel, which seems to be dominated by emotion, Arthas's reaction is much colder. He looks back at the body of dakuru, and looks at the wound which is pierced by the sky. The Lich King shook his head with regret, Dakuru expected the Lich King to save him, but the poor Troll obviously didn't know that the guy killed by the Apocalypse could never be saved.

His soul has become the plaything of the magic sword.

"It's a pity that it's a good pawn... But it doesn't matter. I have a lot of guys like him..."

Alsace's figure faded in the air, and he looked back at Uther,

"Celebrate this victory, Uther, you will soon have no chance... Angassa will be your final cemetery, you and I know that!"

"I always know that when your miserable soul kneels down in front of me and prays for forgiveness, I will cruelly refuse you... Yes, this is the end of this war. Your soul and other people's souls will be in my bag!"

"Ha ha ha, you are walking with death, but unfortunately, that is my ally!"

At last, the figure of Alsace disappeared in the deep laughter. Uther stood there for a long time. Finally, he looked up from the top of daksaron fortress and looked at the whole zudak. A few flashes of fire jumped in the air, which was the burning floating city of natural disaster.

Obviously, there will be good news... They won, that's enough, isn't it?