Azeroth’s Death Track

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Arthas Menethil, the youngest king in the history of Lordaeron, was crowned the throne at the age of 20, which is unique in the history of mankind.

Even among the new generation of young kings in the now-changing human empire, Alsace is still the youngest, but this does not mean that Alsace is naive, this young king who has experienced too many things has more than his peers. With a more mature mindset, especially after witnessing the whole process of Northern Xinjiang being destroyed by dark blade undead, Arthas's responsibility to the king has been fully understood under the successive disasters.

But no matter how mature, he is still a passionate young man. The characteristics of the young man are very clear in his body, almost reckless and decisive, lack of thinking when facing important choices, and always habitually put all the pressure Put it on your shoulders instead of seeking help to better solve the problems in your own hands.

As Terion said, the spiritual induction in Alsace’s mind, whether it is left by the Lich King or from the hands of the fear demon king, is just a spiritual induction spell. If Alsace itself does not come to promise Sender's idea is that if he does not try to use external force and does not want to take "shortcuts" to defend his civilization and country, that inducement spell will not work at all.

In other words, he came here entirely because of his character and thoughts, and those whispers and illusions, at best, only played a role in promoting, compressing Alsace's time for hesitation and repeated thinking, and finally he swelled. Was pushed into the current scene.

He does not lack courage. What he lacks is the experience to control the courage to runaway. In time, Arthas will definitely become an excellent king, but now, his reckless journey has sent him into a deadly battlefield.

Although this story is not as pessimistic as the previous development, if Alsace's luck is not good enough, maybe he also has no future at all.

In the darkness behind Tyrion, the struggles of Farrek and Marveen struck by the energy of death into the air are getting weaker and weaker. The end of an ordinary person who cannot breathe the fresh air for a few minutes is fatal. As powerful fighters, both of them can skillfully control certain physical activities of the body, which allows them to persist in such a desperate situation for a longer period of time.

But with the passage of time, the shadow of death continues to hang over...

"boom"

"Keng"

The collision of the Epee and the Warhammer ignited a halo and a storm of energy in the cold cave. At the feet of the two, the snow that had been frozen for thousands of years cracked one by one, and the strength of these ices and snows was comparable Stones, between the splashes of ice, Tyrion's figure kept on advancing, and behind him, all the darkness shrouded in shadow.

While Arthas faced the strange, splattering shadow of the Ashbringer, he resisted very hard.

This is also under the situation that Tyrion strictly controls the power at the same level as Alsace. Unless necessary, otherwise the Lord of the Dark Blade does not like to end the battle with crushing power when facing the younger generation. I really enjoy the process of this battle. Although the sound of the sword, whether it is technical content or destructive level, is far inferior to the battle between him and Lothar.

But... this is an assessment after all.

Lothar asks Tyrion to find a suitable owner for the War Destroyer. Since it is a promise, then the Great Lord will certainly try his best to complete it.

"boom"

The blade and warhammer collided again. When the weapons were staggered at high speed, the beating Mars seemed to ignite the condensed air. Tyrion, with two swords, used the high elf ranger’s tactics, which is ancient The inheritance of the heavy weapon will bring a strong inertia after the sword is wielded, and the agile elves reasonably use this inertia.

In the eyes of the onlookers, it is not that Tyrion is waving the Ashbringer, but it is as if the Asher is actively attacking the opponent, but Tyrion is only constantly moving with the beating of the weapon.

The sword is driving the sword bearer.

"Keng"

Tyrion’s slender body twirled in the air for three weeks. The roaring blade accumulated enough kinetic energy to slash fiercely on the king’s warhammer from top to bottom. The huge force pressed on Alsace’s weapon. Go up and press his warhammer to the ground.

"Holy light, give me strength!"

Alsace's deep voice sounded at this moment, the burning holy light was like a lit lamp, ignited in the body of the young king, and the holy energy walked in Alsace's body, the warmth eased The pain in his whole body gave him new strength.

"I...no, lose again!"

The Warhammer, oppressed by the blade, lifted the blade of the Ashbringer up into the air bit by bit while Arthas' body was upright, and the black shadow blade lit up behind him with a split Slashed towards Alsace's back, but was blocked by a thin layer of light.

In the healing of the Holy Light, the young king’s frostbite cheeks also recovered quickly. He stared at the Lord of Dark Blade in front of him, and the latter was watching him.

"Loss or win, it is not determined by shouting two slogans..."

Tyrion took a step back actively, and at the next moment, the warhammer wrapped in the Holy Light smashed his sideways body, which was an unconscious tactical response, and the two people’s actions at this time were like a few minutes ago. That short confrontation.

But at the moment Tyrion's dodge was over, Arthas suddenly extended his right hand, like a thrown hooklock, with five fingers clasped precisely on the shoulder of the high lord.

"Yes! It's not determined by shouting slogans...but I, too, will grow!"

"boom"

Centered on Alsace, the golden light compressed to a high concentration exploded from the body of the paladin, just like an explosive bomb, the cold air of the entire cold wind cave was scorched from the sky at this moment. Swept away, high-level paladins often used to clear a large enemy fighter plane-Holy Storm, at this time swept across the battlefield with a sweeping attitude.

"Click, click"

Under the scorching halo, the ground that had become extremely solid during the ten thousand years of freezing also cracked, just like the sun shining on this gloomy place for the first time in ten thousand years.

But no matter how hot the light was, there was darkness that could not be dispelled. At the moment when the light plume of the divine storm dissipated, in front of the breathless Arthas, Tyrion still stood calmly in the shadow that wrapped his body.

On his arms, some golden flames were still burning, like the fire oil attached to the living body.

"Snapped"

The Lord Lord waved his hand and easily extinguished the fire on his arm. He put the Ashbringer on the ground and looked at Alsace, with a touch of appreciation in his ice-blue eyes.

"That hand just now is not bad."

"If it weren't because I was so much stronger than you, maybe I was injured."

It sounds like a harsh sarcasm, but whether it is Tyrion or Alsace, you can hear the appreciation in this sentence. Indeed, today Alsace is at most an enhanced version of the high-level knight, he may Even Jaina in a state of magical explosion can't beat it, but he is still very young, and he has full potential.

And Tyrion is right, if you change to fight Alsace and face the burst of Holy Light that the young king just shot, even a high-level death knight will be too close. You cannot save all holy damage.

"You really have the talent to hide under the body."

The High Lord looked at the alert Alsace:

"Forgive me for the first time I looked away. The degree of fit between you guy and the power of the Holy Light is really unexpectedly high. It has grown to this level in just a few years. It seems that I should treat you as a confidant The enemy sees it."

"You are not invincible."

Faced with the assessment of the High Lord, the young king's ten fingers clasped his warhammer, he said in a deep voice:

"I already have the confidence to defeat you, all I need...maybe just time."

"Ok?"

Tyrion smiled. He turned to look at the frost mourning floating around him. He whispered:

"Why? Don't you want this magic sword now?"

"Let me tell you, what the voice tells you is true, as long as you hold this sword, you can immediately gain the power to temporarily match me, and as long as you are willing to give more, you can indeed become The second me."

"The ones you want to achieve are right in front of your eyes. You can touch the future by just reaching out. Are you... really not tempted?"

Arthas was silent for a few seconds, then raised his head again, and in those blue eyes, a flash of vigilance flashed, his gaze flashing over the black magic sword, he said:

"Respond to you with your words... I will not be you, Tyrion, I will become better than you!"

"This consciousness..."

Tyrion smiled dumbly. He let go of one hand and waved the Ashbringer with one hand. He looked at Arthas:

"This enlightenment is the first thing I taught you today. I will teach you the second thing now. Are you ready to listen?"

The latter did not answer, nor did Tyrion.

His footsteps took a step forward. At this moment, the death energy in the body of the high lord exploded, and a pressure like the face of the death **** hit the body of Alsace, although it was only similar to "Long Wei" is as intangible and imposing as it is, but at this moment it really suppressed his actions.

He only had time to raise his warhammer high in the instinctive warning, and then explode all the light energy in his body, and then the next second, turned into nearly 20 Ashbringer of Dark Sword Shadows at the same time, Slammed **** Alsace's Warhammer.

The sturdy warhammer inherited by the Menethil family was easily bisected at the moment of contact, and at the moment the blade touched Alsace’s body, Tyrion’s wrist turned and the blade split from Chopping became a slap.

"boom"

The young king felt black in front of him. The whole person was hit by a giant siege hammer. At the moment when the cold blade was shot on the chest, Alsace completely lost control of the body and the Holy Light. He was like a ball slammed by a wicked naughty boy, whistling backwards in the cave of this 10,000-year-old glacier.

The crystal clear icebergs, the ice and snow rolled up by the huge force, and the fragments scattered by the impact, even the solid earth, was also "plowed" out under this crushing blow There was a clear score.

"Wow"

The shadows shattered the main body of the glacier. When the entire cold wind cave began to collapse, in the loud noise resounding through the entire keel wilderness, Alsace was weakly lying in a concave underground.

Under the protection of the Holy Light, he was not in danger of life, but his whole body was full of bruised scars, and his small body was buried under the shattered frozen ground.

"Uh"

Tyrion appeared beside Arthas. He moved his wrist and patted the young king’s cheek with a cold blade. At the moment when Arthas opened his eyes, he heard the lord with sarcasm. sound:

"This is the second thing I teach you today, Arthas Menethil."

"You do have talent, but geniuses who do not grow to the extreme are no different from those who are mediocre, you need time to make yourself strong, and before that, you'd better be careful to avoid those real strong The person...not a reckless head bump."

"Maybe in the future you will be the opponent that gives me headaches, but in my eyes, the present you, a young warrior who does not know how to protect yourself, the value of your death is basically the same as the value of your existence, about equal to...0 !"

"Oh, it's a pity..."

In the buzz of the Ashbringer, a low, ridiculous laugh of Tyrion held his long sword and stood next to Arthas, the blade of the sword aimed at the king's chest in the air.

"Future Holy Warrior, your time is reset..."

"Let him go! Demon!"

At this moment, a sharp female voice crossed the barrier of wind and snow, appeared in the ears of Alsace and Tyrion, appeared together with it, and there was a mass of icy magic energy. Its goal was awesome. Tyrion, ready to slay the killer.

The Lord of Dark Blade's expressionless wave shattered the cold energy. He looked at the silhouettes rushing out of the wind and snow, and he was relieved in his heart.

"The procrastinating guys are finally here... If you are a little late, this drama will be hard to perform."

"Really incompetent actor..."

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