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And Master Verding, an old acquaintance of the players.

The legendary saint, banished by his homeland for his friendship with an Orc warrior, said the widely recited phrase in conversation with his son, Taran: "Race does not represent honor, and one should not make hasty judgements about being different from oneself. ”

Old Verdin was hiding in the plague, feeding on the scavengers. He saw his son, Tyran, join the Bloody Crusades and lose himself, hoping to wake up his son, who had become a puppet with some souvenirs, and rekindle the will of the Holy Knight.

When the players brought Taran the toy hammer, the Silver Hand's Flag of Glory, the painting of love and family, the Lord of the Bloody Crusade read Verdin's handwritten letter and wept.

But on his way out, Tyran was killed by Ethan, and Verdin, who had lost his beloved son, was completely restored to the power of the Holy Light lost as a result of the Itrigue events, and he vowed to bring a new order to Rodin.

In the battle of the Sacred Light Wish Chapel, the Witch King ordered the Death Knight Lord Darien Mogleni to lead the Acherous Death Knights and the Natural Disaster Corps to attack the Chapel in an attempt to obtain the remains of 3,000 Sacred Knights' spirits under the Chapel and transform them into Dead Spirits.

In times of distress, Darien threw the fallen ash messenger in his hand at Verdin, who, with the help of 3,000 Holy Knight Spirit under the chapel, purified the fallen weapon with the power of holy light, and the legendary weapon ash messenger was reborn.

Thus, the Silver Hand and the Silver Dawn merged to form the Silver North Battalion, and Verdin became the Great Lord and the true leader of the Crusade against the Witch King.

In the cold Northender, the players fought alongside the Silver Northern Lumberjacks. Starting in the Dragonbone Wilderness, the players recalled the entire process of Alsace's decadence, participated in the Crusaders' trials, and eventually broke into the Ice Crown Fortress through the Ashes Judgment Army, chopping thorns all the way to the Witch King.

Grass snake grey line, traveling thousands of miles.

The battle against the Witch King's Peak began 10 years ago, with clues running through Warcraft Competition and World of Warcraft, and a hero finally hit the Cold Ice Throne with the most fierce spark.

……

“Warriors, attack!! ”

Lord Tyrio Verdin flung the ash messenger up, but the next second, he was frozen by the Witch King in a cold grave.

For this scene, Zou Zhuo and the others have seen no surprise. They have deserted the Witch King countless times, and Old Verdin has been frozen countless times.

The players began to skilfully fight the Witch King in accordance with the established strategy.

Though it has gone through countless team replicas, there is still a long way to go to beat the mighty Witch King.

Twenty-five people did their job in an orderly fashion, tanks focused on the little freaks that were about to be refreshed, output occupations meditated in the output cycle to strike as high a second wound as possible, healing occupations focused on the blood lines of the whole group, and various debuffs on teammates.

“Gangrene, run to the beast and prepare to disperse! ”

“Parasite! Commandment, prepare the shield! ”

“It's a new phase! Get out of the central area. Everybody hurry up and find your position. The mirror is brushed. ”

“Spread the position slightly to reduce the suffering... Quickly knock out the ice hockey and keep it away! ”

“Stage three, prepare to hit Walkie! We got him. Save the magician first! Control, OK, fire! ”

“Three seconds to blackwater! Come on, disperse, run for the rocket shoes in the middle of the black water, hurry. ”

“Watch out for the soul harvest, now for the taunt! Skills on top, healing, skills, my grandmother! ”

“Okay, stage four is going well, ready for stage five. Speed gives priority to the evil soul! dk, open the army, knight strike me down! ”

“The whole bloodline hurry up and lift it! Melee, keep holding on to the output! ”

“It's the final stage. Whatever. Just do it, boss! Whatever. Pull out the boss! ”

“Over, beautiful! ”

Players are still struggling to output, but it's already a laugh.

“Over, cowboy!! ”

“Wow, that's not easy! The Guild has finally taken out the Witch King! ”

“Ha-ha-ha, too strong! ”

Yet it was at this moment that the Witch King raised his sorrow of frost and killed the whole group.

How many players look at each other and say, "What the fuck is going on? The gang is gone? ”

The conductor explained: "No, it's a normal plot, just watch the play. ”

The Witch King came to the center of the Frozen Throne: "You trained them well, Verdin, and you sent all the most powerful warriors in the world to me, which is exactly what I wanted! Your silent sacrifice will receive my praise! ”

The grieving power of Frost began to erode the bodies of every player: “Witness for yourself, I will turn them from the remains to the warriors of the Legion of Natural Disasters, and Azeras will fall into chaos and into destruction in their hands! And you, will be the first corpse! ”

“I will enjoy this irony! ”

And yet, just then, trapped in a cold tomb, Verdin suddenly shouted, "Holy light above! Please bless me! Give me strength to break these shackles! ”

Verdin suddenly burst out of the power of the Holy Light, instantly breaking through the cold graves, and the ash messenger in his hand cut off the sorrow of the frost directly!

The Witch King looked at the broken frost sadness in his hand: “This... is impossible...”

Lord Tyrio Verdin shouted, "It's over, Alsace! Your days of mutilation are over today! ”

Terrinus Minehill shouted, "Freedom at last! It's over, my son. It's time for reckoning! Warriors of the Holy Light, gather! ”

Once again, the players stood up and launched their final attack on the Witch King, who had lost his grief in frost, surrounded by countless unjust souls and appeared fragile.

The Witch King cried painfully: "I am like a lion in front of a flock of sheep, but they are not afraid of me! ”

At the moment of the demon king's fall, two huge achievement panels popped up in everyone's field of view:

[Ice Seal Throne (25 people)]!

[Demon King's Fall (25 people)]!

Meanwhile, a row of accomplishments popped up instantly on the Guild Channel, and other Guild members congratulated them.

“Wow! Did you kill the Witch King? Cocksucker! ”

“Awesome, it took so long to get rid of it! ”

Alsace fell to the ground, his helmet rolled aside, and the broken frost sadness lost its strength.

A familiar melody sounds, a lamentable grinding song.

Alsace tried desperately to get up, but everything was in vain. The soul of old King Terrinus came to him and the blue light in Alsace's eyes gradually dissipated...

“Father, is everything... over?” Alsace looked at his father's soul and asked.

The old king said calmly: "There is no eternity in kingdom, my son. ”

Alsace's eyes are filled with confusion and despair: “All I see is... darkness...”

Old King Terrinus blindfolded Alsace and said to Verdin: "Without the control of the Witch King, the Legion of Natural Disasters would be even crazier and unstoppable. They must be kept under control, so there must be one, the Witch King...”

Watching the old king dissipate his soul, Verdin picked up the witch king's helmet on the ground.

“I'll carry this heavy burden... no one is better than me...”

And just then, a voice shouted, "Tyrio! You hold a cruel fate, but it's not yours! ”

Turning to his dismay, Verdin found that the Duke of Berval, who had been constantly tortured by the Witch King, had become completely invisible and that the fire of the dragon was burning his body constantly, but he was still alive.

“The world of the living has disgusted me, put the crown on my head, and this curse will be watched by me! ”

“Tyrio! You and these heroes, and your own destiny, and this last mission, will be done by me! ”

Verdin's complexity: "History will always remember you, brother. ”

The Duke of Berval shook his head: "No! If the world is to be reborn in destruction, what happens today must be forgotten! ”

Verdin's face was filled with pain, and he wore the crown of the Witch King on the head of the Duke of Berval.

Ice cream rises and the Duke of Berval is frozen in cold graves.

“Tell them the Witch King is dead! Berval Furtagan is with them! ”

“Come on, get out of here and never come back! ”