Chapter 465

Garrush looked up at the impending death array. At this moment, his mind was blank.

The energy of death converged on his head. Even as a soldier, he could feel the terrible magic shock from the Dharma array, which was enough to tear him apart. He also heard the tearing roar of delanos, his brother.

You're going to die!

Yes, absolutely!

Galush's first reaction is to hold his weapon, blood roar, at this time, only it can bring him the only peace of mind.

The orc warrior's body was straight and his eyes were wide open. At the moment of death, his reaction was like a real orc, a real warrior.

Heavy smoke and cold wind blew up his hair, he may die, but he will not just fail.

If there is a God in this world, it will surely favor the real brave. Just at the moment when garrush is ready to die generously, the special magic wave rises in the distant sky, and then four dark green thick death energies pierce the sky.

Just like four sharp swords, they completely pierce the floating city above garrush from left to right, from front to back.

As the floating city was pouring black smoke, like a toppling hill, towards the bottom, garrush looked back and saw four other floating cities jumping out of the air. They broke through the space at the same time and appeared in the battle sky of angassa, just like four green lighthouses in the dark sky, Around the top of the line.

The shape as like as two peas as like as two peas in a floating city, the same as the hideous skull emblem, but their own sky proves their belonging.

They belong to their own side!

When the cold wind came, galush found that his back was wet through.

Uther stands at the top of the black wind fortress. The hunting cold wind blows his white hair behind him. The death knight looks down at the sea of the dead. The black sarongye iron helmet under his arm is carried over his head. The Lord of the death knight reaches out his hand and holds the death verdict behind him. This magic sword, which comes from the same source as the frostmourning, is buzzing, It seems to be yearning for another battle of death.

"Miso"

As the sword came out of its sheath, Uther sniffed the smoke in the air,

"O sweet death

The next moment, the bat wings composed of the huge darkness behind him suddenly opened, like a flying black flag in the air.

Standing behind Uther, sasaryan released the white bone horn from his waist and put it to his mouth. Then it was desolate and deep. The sound of the horn pierced everything on the battlefield.

"Come on, let's embrace death!"

Uther took two steps forward and nervously opened his hands, which really seemed to embrace everything in front of him. Then he leaned forward and fell down straightly. His body fell in the air, and the black bat wings behind him patted gently. When he was about to fall to the ground, Uther's magic sword Apocalypse cut down.

"Boom!"

The black light blade dashed up from the ground. Under Uther's will, it was like a blade that had cut off countless creatures, and slashed obliquely on the earth in front of him.

The dark curtain of light dances wildly, the shrieking death behind us, and the same source of power collides and vanishes on the frozen soil in the north. It blocks everything, whether it's a powerful death knight, or a weak corpse, whether it's a huge Crypt Lord, or a stone ghost just taking off, or even a bone dragon flying in the sky.

"Bang!"

Uther's feet touched the ground, and the light dissipated at this moment. In front of him, a crack of several hundred meters appeared on the ground, with smooth edges, just like a sword.

It's like the silent expression of the earth, it's like a line that can't be crossed. The rolling natural disasters of the dead are blocked. Although it's only a moment, it's the first time that they are really blocked. The line that Uther cut out with all her strength is disdain, revenge... Declaration of war!

"Here comes the black front!"

Uther raised his sword forward, his voice resounding through the battlefield, "revenge is coming!"

"Bang bang"

The words fall to the ground. The attack magic array of the four floating cities belonging to the black front knight is activated at the same time. The thick green light blade is like four scythes across the sky, chopping everything flying in the sky.

Then the death knights riding the skeletal Griffins, even the ice dragon, and the stone ghost on their side, appeared from the four floating cities and rushed down to the battlefield where the ground seemed to be suspended for a moment.

Among them are humans, dwarves, elves, orcs, dwarfs, goblins, and even draynes.

They are the evil spirits who climb out of the hell of death, and they only exist for revenge.

Under the leadership of Uther, they are running towards the end of a group called destruction, either destroying their opponents or destroying themselves. But before the destruction comes, everything along the way will be torn up mercilessly.

No one wants to provoke them, and no one will.

Reinforcements!

Real reinforcements!

A sword pierced the Crypt Lord's head in front of him. The other sword in his left hand moved down in the air. A blood storm cut down several death knights who came in front of him. Varian wiped the blood on his face and called out to Prince boval, who was smashing a Lich's head with a hammer behind him,

"Boval, blow the trumpet! Let the soldiers follow the death knights

"Drive these bastards back to their hell!"

A few seconds later, the shrill horn first sounded in the human defense line, then the battle drums on the orc side, dwarf's, elf's, and finally, the orders representing the attack were sent to every soldier's ears.

The gates of all the lines of defense opened almost at the same time, knights, infantry, and flying arms.

After the black front's death knights began to charge, the situation of the whole battlefield began to change, especially after the high-altitude opponents were completely cleared by the magic light of floating city, the dragons also rejoined the battlefield, the hot dragon breath opened the way for the warriors, and the Knights' charge was ready.

"That's it! this is it! Charge! Go ahead

Standing on the shoulder of the giant structure giant, the red eyed sarufal wields an axe to cut off the disgusting head, and then throws it in the direction of the undead. He wields a huge axe and shouts on the body that the giant structure giant hits on the ground,

"Run over and bring their heads back!"

Behind him, the roar of wolves, the trample of kodos.

But that's not enough!

That's not enough! The coalition forces also need greater encouragement. In the face of the urgent natural disasters of the dead, they need at least a large gap to completely separate the dead.

The Lich King's will also began to show its power, especially when the heavy war machine hated the army and the more mobile and deterrent spider demons and death knights joined the battlefield, and the liches also began to cast their spells collectively. In order to maintain this momentum of charge, the coalition needs a gap!

Who can bring them this gap?

"Whoosh"

Dick's figure appeared on the hillside not far from the battlefield. He looked at everything in front of him and sighed,

"Fortunately, it's not too late!"

A few seconds later, the light of a portal appeared beside him. Veron walked out of the broken light with his Redeemer's staff. He was nearly two heads taller than Dick. He stood beside Dick, looking at the distant battlefield and whispered,

"Although I have seen more wars, each one is more tragic than the one in front of me, I have to say that you are a group of magical creatures..."

"Well?"

"I'm curious, what kind of world can cultivate creatures like you who never know fear and retreat? Even the demons will be scared and terrified when they face their opponents several times more than themselves, but... "

Veron raised his finger and pointed to the soldiers of all races charging on the battlefield,

"But you are facing more than several times of opponents. Even if you win this raid, you may be defeated in the subsequent war of attrition... But even so, do you still want to gamble on this war regardless of everything?"

"It's brave, it's exciting, but frankly, it's not smart."

Dick didn't answer immediately. His eyes were beating on the battlefield. Finally, he saw the black haired human who led the Royal Knights to the front. He pointed to him and said to Veron,

"Look at that man. His name is Varian, the king of storm kingdom."

"And the green skinned orc, Thrall, chief of the ogrima orcs."

"Magny Bronzebeard, king of Ironforge, next to his brother Muradin."

"Wearing a white uniform is Darlene Proudmoore, the ruler of kurtiras."

"Sandy feather moon, the adopted daughter of the night elf ruler."

"Hamel runtotem, one of the only two leaders of the Druids."

"Kylsas the sun chaser, you know him, and he rules a kingdom."

"And old Fordring, and alexandro, and me, and Uther... In all the wars you've seen, will rulers take their soldiers with them and rush to the irresistible? In the world where you have stayed, have you ever seen so many leaders of the civilized world who put aside their own safety and hatred just for a possible trouble? "

Dick looked back, his eyes bright and proud, his voice calm and solemn,

"This is Azeroth. We have been used to all this. Our soldiers will protect our civilians. Our king will go to the battlefield in person. Everything we have gone through in the past five years tells us a truth: don't retreat... Because retreat means timidity, and timidity brings destruction."

"This is Azeroth!"

"It's not perfect and full of flaws, it's not smart, and at some point it makes people feel unreasonable, it's not rational, it's even reckless, it's not cute, it's deadly dangerous."

"But we love it..."

Dick took a deep breath. "At least I love it. I want to protect it. I want to protect the world and everything here."

He looked at some stunned Veron, the corner of his mouth slightly up, "everyone here is for this goal, we come for protection, behind us is our home, so we will not retreat."

"Now, it's your home, too."

Dick held out his left hand to Veron. "I'll lend you my strength. Now, it's up to you to protect it."

Vernon looked at the silver left hand. He asked in a low voice,

"Do you know that even the same light can't merge because of different frequencies?"

Dick sniffs. Anwena appears from his shoulder and looks at Veron curiously,

"I know, but my holy light is not the same... As for the skill of energy control, I'm far worse than you, so only you can do it."

Veron takes a look at anweina. There's a flash of surprise in his eyes. He looks at Dick again. "What do you do?"

The paladin turned back and pointed to the Apocalypse gate angassa, which stood under the sky in the distance,

"From this position, cut that door... Only you can do it!"

Veron's left hand was on Dick's left hand. He looked at the door in the distance and looked at Dick again. His brow was high and wrinkled. "It can be done by combining the power of two people, but... What's the significance? That doesn't seem to be very helpful to the current situation, does it? "

The paladin grinned and put his finger to his mouth. "Shh... Just a bait!"

"Lord anvena, the frequency of the light is up to you!"

"Don't worry! My Lord, it's absolutely no problem! "

At the next moment, Dick's Saint energy flows into Veron's body through the transformation of anvena. The old Delaney's body is shocked. Then, the holy light from the sky tears the clouds in the sky in an instant, and the chants floating in the sky and the light and rain falling from the sky immediately attract everyone's eyes.

"What's that?"

"That's... That's the light, that's justice!"

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