Chapter 503

The uproar of the angassa battlefield does not affect the interior of Icecrown fortress. However, compared with the hot battlefield, where the fire of anger is almost burning in the sky, the battle in this cold fortress is not inferior at all.

Old Fuding with Paladin destroyed the bottom of the platform, just Resurrected Lord mallogar has fallen into a desperate situation.

It is said that this twisted creature was born in the experiment of naiozu's development of skeleton undead. It was forged in the constant flame of soul furnace with a thousand dead bones defeated by him. It was strange and powerful, just like the unspeakable fear in mortal nightmare.

It has four completely different white bone heads, human, ORC, elf, and an unknown creature. His body has only the upper part, which is like a random combination of bones. Under the internal expansion of the fire of the dead, they are arranged in a chaotic form on his chest. Behind him, there are four curved, sharp, and gray bones, Spider like claws.

It doesn't land, it floats on the ground in a way that ordinary people can't imagine.

It is the gatekeeper of Icecrown fortress, and also the opponent that the warriors who try to enter deeper must defeat!

It's howling in everyone's heart shaking, there is no doubt that this is a strong and tough guy, in order to deal with him, old fording and sarufal, the two top strong, once again chose to join hands.

This ferocious skeleton beast holds its own white axe in both hands. Every blow will leave an icy blue piercing flame in the narrower and narrower battlefield. Soon, the whole battlefield is almost wrapped up by this kind of flame that damages the soul. The existence of this kind of flame prevents ordinary soldiers from attacking it - but the soul is not strong enough, I can't last five minutes in this fire.

Its huge body blocked the icy passage leading to the rear hall. It seemed that it was still performing its duties as a gatekeeper. But in fact, the ice wall on the other side of the battlefield had been cut open by a sharp blade, which was full of cracks. Obviously, the gatekeeper had failed.

But it's not realistic to keep this giant beast on the battlefield. For the soldiers, it's a god of death! Someone has to take on the task of getting rid of it.

"I'll check it!"

Old Fordring waved his left hand backward, holding the black blue battle axe with the purple soul light, bravely rushed into the blue flame, and the heavy holy light kept expanding behind him, forming a four sided shield to help him resist the constant invasion of the soul flame.

Mallogar's white bone heavy axe chopped down at the old Ferdinand who was coming. When the Tomahawk was in mid air, it lit a touch of dark blue blade, but old Ferdinand held the Tomahawk and met him face to face.

Their bodies are not at the same level at all, just like a mouse challenging a giant, but there is no fear on old fording's face.

"Bang"

When the two weapons hit each other, the burning holy light in old Fordring's body completely broke out at this moment, and the dazzling and brilliant light was scattered by the heavy blow, like rain of light on the blue flame around him. The collision of two completely different energies made the dark blue fire around the old knight feel like a heavy pressure from the sky at this moment, It was almost extinguished at this moment.

The irresistible charge of Lord mallogar was forced to stop at this moment. This stop gave the deadly blade who had been wandering on the edge of the battlefield the opportunity to enter.

"Give me an axe!"

The substantive sound waves were bunched together and hit Lord mallogar's head from mid air. The brainless beast was roared by the battle and shook. In the fatal stagnation, the blood red figure was like a boulder flying out of the catapult, and crossed the bloody arc in the air. The spine axe in his hand swung round, It's right in the middle of its four heads.

Anger flowed through sarufal's arms, the sharp edge of the axe, and the blood red light was more gloomy. The strong impact of the death strike made him almost cut off Lord malgallo's head, but he failed to finish the blow, only to cut off his two heads. But even so, the threat of death again, Or let a twisted monster wake up from stagnation.

The dark blue flame spurted out from the crevice of every bone in his body, and dyed malgallo into the shape of a flame element.

The moment before the flame reached the Tomahawk, the orc soldier kicked his left foot on the edge of the white bone beast's head, and his whole body fell back.

"It's a little close, Fordring. It's up to you!"

Salufar's voice came out in the blazing sound of the blue flame on the ground, and the four sharp claw blades behind the white bone beast suddenly opened at this moment, stabbing salufar who fell into the air from four directions, blocking his escape space completely.

The old Orc's mouth grinned grimly. His blood anger sprang up on his body again. His left fist stretched backward. Under the strong package of anger, his spiral fist burst out, hitting the White Bone Claw blade in front of him.

"Click"

Half of the gray giant spines flew out of the place where the warrior and the beast collided and nailed them to the frost wall in the distance.

But the next moment, the other three sharp edge from his body below and behind the dart out, see sarufar will be pierced.

"Feel the anger of my soul!"

"Boom!"

The purple energy storm blows out in all directions, and the roaring soul storm rips everything it can destroy, whether it is the blue flame, or the body of Lord margaro nearby, or the whole hall covered with ice, all bear the crazy destruction from the soul power of shadow sadness at this moment.

Cracks, storms, the concrete image of this power, make malgallo's huge, twisted, evil body, which is about to be killed, at this moment, like being put on a layer of invisible shackles, the dark blue soul fire inside his body constantly vibrates, just like a candle in the wind.

For this undead without physical protection in essence, almost 100% of the power of the soul storm burst out from the forest is borne by the hapless beast. Its soul has not been destroyed in the forest of the shadow grief power, which is enough to prove the strength of the monster itself.

But... It has no chance.

"Ka"

Old Ferdinand's figure with an axe jumps right above malgallo's shaking body. He holds the ice blue axe in his hands and raises it over his head. The golden sea of light surges behind him. The seven cold runes on the axe are lit one by one. At this moment, light and dark are completely integrated.

It's like the last judge.

This is the old knight at the top of the paladin of Azeroth. His eyes are so indifferent only when he looks at these hopeless creatures.

"Repent, monster!"

This is the last voice margaro heard.

"Don't you understand your ignorance?"

"Will you still fight against this great power?"

On the platform directly above the battle field of margaro, the new leader of the curse sect, the mysterious lady of the dead Whisperer, is struggling against this powerful opponent that makes her almost desperate.

She waved her hands. The huge shadow arrow and curse magic appeared in her hands like eating and drinking water. Then she threw them at the damned Delaney opposite!

At this time, her most sacred preacher hall was in a mess. Dozens of black burnt corpses were lying on the ground with religious patterns. They were her most sincere and powerful believers, the strongest group in the dark world. However, they did not even have any resistance in front of the delani people who accompanied the emergence of the sea of holy light, It was ignited by a circle of holy light waves, and the darkness and death in the body were burned up by the purified fire.

Even the lady of the dead speaker herself was in a dilemma at this time. The mask she used to cover her face had been burned up in the confrontation just now, revealing her real face.

Skeleton... Yes, she is a lich like Kel'Thuzad... A powerful Lich loyal to the Lich King. She is even one of the most powerful mages in the world. However, in the face of this damned old man Delaney, she is no better than a child learning magic.

In the face of her attack, the draenee did not even need to fight back. The holy light covering the body surface would not even be destroyed. It was another force of complete qualitative change.

That's not the opponent she can fight... That's far beyond her level of existence, that's the demigod that makes people tremble when you think about it!

Different from the shock of the dead woman, old Veron's heart at this time had no fluctuation. He looked at the dying Lich in front of him with a mixture of pity and calm eyes. During the period when the order of Argus was about to die, he met countless poor people who were as crazy as her.

Yes, although she has dedicated all her heart to the Lich King, in Veron's view, it's just a poor man who has gone astray. She is dazzled by the power, but she doesn't know that the price of the power is so heavy, just like Veron's former people... That damned memory.

"Come on! Cheer for pure form

The lady of the dead Whisperer seems to have inherited the talents of the most outstanding priests. Even in the battle, she is boring and chattering. She holds up the staff in her hand, and her whole body floats in the air. The heavy death energy is constantly gathering and rotating in her body, just like a vortex of death energy, which seems to be really like what she said, She is about to become a new form, a more powerful form.

"Meaningless!"

Old Veron was awakened from his memory by the surging energy. He raised his eyes and looked at the howling lady of the dead Whisperer. The staff of the Redeemer in his hand was gently on the ground. At the next moment, a heavy holy light like a real hammer broke through the air and hit the lady of the dead Whisperer on the top of her head. The magic shield arranged layer by layer was completely broken under this blow, And then the burning sacred fire licked her white bones.

"Ah! The pain! Ah, ah

"This is purification... May your soul rest in peace, poor lost man!"

The old Delaney turned to leave with a staff. The golden flame he threw wrapped around the body of the dead woman, constantly consumed the dark energy in her body, and completely turned her into a pillar of fire hanging in the sky.

It's true that Veron is not good at fighting, but it's only for opponents at the same level. Lady of the dead Whisperer doesn't even have the qualification to be an opponent.

Three minutes later, with the extinction of the golden flame, a mass of black ashes scattered in the completely silent hall. Listen carefully, there seems to be a little bit of scream.

"It's all... It's all... It's all in the master's plan..."