Bear Lord Volibear

There was whispering on the battlefield, and even the violent war behemoth fell silent, and his body trembled uncontrollably. Someone had a cold on their neck, and under the touch, it was a melting snowflake.

Everyone heard that sentence.

"Shuang is hungry."

Dalong County, which was still in the big sun just now, turned into a cloudy sky, and snow fluttered. In the horrified expressions of the people in the whole city, they saw the skeleton dragon with almost a skeleton raised its head and hollow eyes. The middle-aged lit up a blue flame, opened the dragon's mouth, and the penetrating high-frequency sound almost penetrated the tympanic membrane of everyone.

Ow~~~~~~~~~

In the overclocking scream that almost even the air trembled, people actually heard a sound clearly, as if the accent of countless people gathered.

"Who am I? I am Arthas, the second son of King Taboril, his legal crown prince, but since I picked up this Frost Hearth, I finally understand who I am. From today, I will Swordsman, my father, I will punish my brothers and feet, I will grant eternal sleep, I will reign without night, I will be crowned king, I am."

"Lich King Arthas."

"Alsace!!!"

Everyone shouted this name in amazement, astonished, surprised, and blank expressions alternated on everyone’s faces. Those legions seemed to have received some order, and they hurriedly withdrew, and were shocked by Alsace’s declaration. Not in the mood to stop them at all, just kept exclaiming in low voices.

"what happened?!"

Jarvan looked at his father in astonishment. He couldn't imagine that his almost perfect brother would say such shocking words, and seeing the white-haired man on the dragon's skull with a wicked smile on his mouth, he was not Alsace and could still who is it??

"The conspiracy of the Legion."

But the answer was that after he came to himself, Galen with bloodshot eyes holding a skull head said.

"The current Alsace is no longer the person you know. All of this comes from the conspiracy of the Legion. I just met the contaminated Brand. He said to execute your last order, so I let him go. Prince Arthas has been pinned down, and now only he can pin Alsace a little bit."

Following Galen's explanation, everyone saw a raging flame approaching Arthas from a distance. Upon closer inspection, what kind of flame it was, it was clearly Brand.

Brand who is ten meters tall and has reached the level of Ragnaros, who is like a flame giant!

He laughed wildly as he walked towards the bone dragon whose skin began to be covered with frost, and the houses wherever he passed were set ablaze. All the snowflakes were evaporated within 100 meters of him, regardless of his height or momentum. How many bone dragons.

The bear watching the show has an inexplicable sense of Ultraman fighting against the little monster, but neither Ultraman nor the little monster is a righteous partner.

"His Royal Highness, I didn’t expect that I would have a chance to fight you before I was dying. I was lucky. You know, I hate your father and you, you all have the power of the Cinder Witch. It stems from my sacrifice, but you can all glamorously guide the country on stage to enjoy the glory and wealth, and I am full of jade, but I have to bear an ugly and disabled appearance to serve you. This is not fair at all."

While talking, Brand lit the surroundings at will, ignoring the residents who are still hiding in the house, but it has a certain effect, at least the ice skin on the surface of the bone dragon no longer continues to grow, and there is basically no snow. Now, as a frightening arsonist with rich combat experience, Brand knows how to create a favorable environment, even his size is two points bigger.

Standing on top of the bone dragon's head, Arthas just watched all his movements silently.

"Pay attention to your words, Huo Miao, you should now call me your majesty instead of your majesty."

Arthas said coldly, and with a wave of his hand, a cold wind flew from the sword only a few meters and turned into a huge ice blade five or six meters long to draw the burning skull, but Brand only stretched out his right hand. The flames around him entangled the ice skates as if they were alive, but they evaporated away instantly.

But the burning room next to him was missing a lot of flames out of thin air.

"Yeah, there is only one owner who can tame this vicious dog of me. You little furry boy is not qualified to let me call your master. Do you think you will be invincible with the artifact? I have it too. I have a hot heart. I ate the pieces, I am not Brand now, but Ragnaros."

"I would like to see who will win Ragnaros vs. Lich King Arthas."

Chapter One Hundred and Three

"Did anyone tell you that the Lich King would chop us off together?"

LeBlanc returned to the courtyard of the Holy Spring Fort with a sullen face, and a shining ultraman monster who appeared on the tower and looked at the lake across the lake asked Swain.

"How do I feel that you have been pitted by the old monster of Karthus? I'm like a monster of the level of the Lich King. The main reason for the emergence of the Empire is to kill him and form a political and military alliance. As a result, this alliance After he was killed, he did not disband but continued to expand. How can you be sure that he will not turn his head and kill the legion after he kills the light shield? I don't believe that the junior undead of Karthus can control this world-class boss."

"There is no guarantee. When did I say that the Lich King was on our side. This strong man was once an enemy to the world. Even if the power of this sword is limited, the will will not change, but we have to release it. Compared with the monsters, the Lich King at this time is just a harmless kitten."

Swain was holding the wound on his neck and leaning on the wall, but said very calmly. He didn't see the usual crutches beside him, because it had been broken during the underground battle. In fact, if it weren't for the leftover from the age of self-made gods. His cane was not only injured but his entire head was chopped off.

The strength of the last knights master was far beyond his imagination. He was completely unlike an old man. He brought a few nuns with sickles and a priest with swords to repel the elite attack of the legion, and almost inherited the part of the Raven God. Swain of strength chopped.But it’s not surprising to think of a person who has been indifferent to foreign affairs for hundreds of years, and has cultivated this kind of strength. In fact, LeBlanc cares more about his age than strength. According to the ancient records, he was already It’s almost forty. If so, isn’t he almost 150 years old this year?

Master Lito is only over 120 years old. Is this a human?

How many lives did it last!

"This is the reason why he disbanded the Knights and let his descendants not manage the world by himself. He can only live so long around the hot heart. It is estimated that he is not purely human, but has become the guardian or manager of the hot heart. Such a role. No wonder I didn’t find Langton’s Omen in the hands of the previous generation of light shield master more than 20 years ago. I thought it was on Taboril, but I did not expect it to be on Arathi’s body, with unparalleled martial arts and magical weapons. , No wonder they can mobilize all their elite forces to participate in the coronation ceremony with such a big thorn. With this old guy sitting underground, and the small terrain, ordinary military forces really can’t get in. Even if they block all their exits, they can still follow The power of the hot heart will survive for a long time."

Swain grabbed a badly wounded light shield soldier at his feet and pretended to be dead. A four-eyed crow pounced and struggling out of Swain’s mouth. The crow pecked at the soldier’s scream. The skull was greedily pecking at the brain plasma and blood, and after dozens of seconds, he flew back to Swain's shoulder and spit out a red puff-like thing to feed him. The wound on Swain's neck was healed visually.

"Every time you look at what you do, it's disgusting. Can't you follow other people's bandages? It's not elegant."

LeBlanc moved away from him in disgust.

"Our people are not enough for the old guy to slash with a sword. Did you call Dreyus and the others? Anyway, it's the Lich King who is helping us find trouble with the Light Shield family. They stay there and have no effect. It's better to mobilize. Come and besiege the old man."

Swain nodded as he watched the flames and frost colliding in the distance.

"You are here again."

After a few minutes, in front of the gloomy underground treasure house, the old man whose face was completely covered in the shadow by the hood and robe said faintly, and there was a corpse in front of him.

The space in front of the warehouse is the size of three basketball courts, but at this time, the ground is filled with corpses. The ventilation of the entire space is not smooth and filled with the bloody smell that makes people sick, like a sea of ​​blood. Symbols of terror can be recognized on the red and black armor that is less than a human head.

And in the depths of this sea of ​​blood sits Arathor Light Shield.

Behind him stood blind nuns with giant sickles in large nun robes, priests in windbreakers with little beards with small eyes, and handsome young men with black hair with single lenses wrapped like knives and silver threads on their fingers. With an indifferent or arrogant expression, he looked at Swain who was walking down the stairs again.

And the huge red crystal could be seen from the crack in the iron door that was blown up behind them.

"Thanks to your enlightenment, Lord Arathor, after all, your children and grandchildren have something that the Legion has always wanted, yes, it's the one behind you. If you can hand it over, we don't have to fight."

"Children and grandchildren have their own blessings. The grievances and grievances of the world have nothing to do with me, but this is the only thing I have no reason to let go. This is not a child’s toy or an ordinary weapon, but a huge time bomb, you This kind of conspirator does not know what this hot heart means. This is not any treasure that can be squandered, and there is no reason for it to see the sky again."

This extremely legendary old man didn’t do it directly this time. Instead, he was sitting on an old chair and wiping the weapon in his hand. The silver sword had killed at least a hundred people just now, but it was as shiny as new. , It's just that the cloth he used to wipe was covered with red powder, as if it had been scraped from a hot heart.

The reason why he talked so well this time was not that he suddenly wanted to pretend to be forceful, but that Dreyus Catalina and other legion powers who came down with Swain were like clouds, especially the man with the blade cloak, gave it to He has a strong sense of threat.

"No, I know very well, I know more than you think, so I am determined to get it. Such a god can only be buried deep in the ground to provide you cowardly people with a shelter. This is simply a violent thing. , But it’s different in our hands. In my hands, it can be used to change this era and change the world."

"Young man, I have seen a lot of ambitious guys, but their only end is to be burned to death by their own ambitions. Even now, the world is transformed into this sinking look because of the ambitions of some people. You are not afraid. Is despair at the end of ambition? Just like me back then, all ambitions collapsed in heaven and earth, and order withered, leaving only empty despair and regret."

"So you're like a tortoise with a shrunken head? If we were born to hide and shiver in a safe place, we would not be able to build such a glorious civilization and history, my lord, I used to respect your deeds and think Allah Suoguangshield is a great man with great courage, but what I see now is just a rat shivering in the sewer from the fright."

"Mouse? I don't deny that, if I can make this world linger for a while, I am willing to be this mouse. And now, this mouse in your mouth is about to bite people, killing those power monsters that have been dazzled by ambition. "

He took care of his weapon, stood up and still leaned down with the shadow of the hood to cover his eyes, raised the big sword in his right hand to Swain, drew out another dagger, crossed his left hand and held it on his shoulder. on.

"Alfred, Andrewson, Walter, we are going to go, I hope you have all warmed up just now."

Chapter 104 The Inevitable Salvation

The flame spread, the cold wind was bitter, and the soaring pillar of fire countered the icy frost wind, like a sauna, spreading a thick layer of water vapor around the two giant monsters, hiding everything under the hazy outline.As if it was a shadow play, the King of Light Shield at the port could only watch his most hopeful child fight in the fog with Brand, who hated him, in order to kill him.