Dawn of Lordaeron

You can search "Lordaeron's Dawn Search Novels (www.soxscc.com)" in Baidu to find the latest chapters!On Sassarian's low-hanging blade, the blood of the fallen fell on the withered grass drop by drop. His expression was extremely cold, but the flame of hatred in his heart was hot and unbearable.

He stared at the confused psychic with a cold gaze, and said in a voice that only he could hear, "My sword exists for this moment."

Barnazar glared at the death knight riding on the undead war horse. For him, Thassarian was not a difficult opponent. Even if his flying ability was limited, he could quickly get rid of Sassar. Rian.

However, just as he stepped forward and wanted to crush the bug in front of him, Varimathras pressed his shoulder, "Leave the death knight alone, this is a trap, we have to find a way to leave!"

"They tried to stop us over and over again. Now they only sent a weak knight. Do you just want to escape?"

Barnazar didn't take Varimathras's advice at heart. Even if he wanted to leave, he had to kill the death knight first, so that the Lich King knew that they were not soft persimmons at the mercy of others!

Breaking free of Varimathras's palm, Banazar gathered in the palm of Banazzar's palm that frightened the psychics beside him, and the dark green cloud layer began to take shape over the town.

Varimathras looked at the green clouds and lightning in the sky, and yelled at the panicked psychics, "What are you still looking at? Do you not lift the magic prohibition here?"

The headed psychic was pale, and he replied tremblingly, "I... we don't know the principle of this magic circle at all! It seems to have appeared out of thin air-we can't find a node to break the magic circle!"

Such a sentence made Varimathras's heart suddenly become unfamiliar, but after a while, the cunning nature derived from the dreadlord made him realize that something was wrong-he shouldn't get angry easily because of this kind of thing.

"This circle also has the effect of disturbing the mind..."

The performance of the gang of psychics made Varimathras even more convinced of this. He concentrated his attention and observed the energy flow around him more closely.

Under such observations, he quickly discovered the problem: the shadow energy in the air, guided by a certain guy, gathered towards the town. As the energy gradually rose, the minds of the trapped inside It will get more and more out of control.

Barnazar should have been affected to a certain extent, but he himself couldn't stand the situation of being hunted down by the Lich King, and 80% of the current anger was accumulated before.

It won't take long to solve a death knight, and it doesn't matter if Barnazzar is allowed to go, but Varimathras must also quickly destroy the magic curtain here, otherwise it may not be a death knight to delay the time as simple as waiting a while.

Thinking of this, Varimathras used his own abilities to manipulate the mind of the psychic, but to get these guys out of the chaotic state, so that they can cooperate with him to destroy the spell as soon as possible.

Barnazar’s anger made him act without hesitation. His condensed fel energy almost formed a hot storm in the town. This chaotic energy can not only burn the body, but also wipe out the soul, so even The death knight did not dare to be exposed to these flames.

Sassarian's expression has always been very calm. Under the cover of the house, he kept approaching Barnazar, manipulating the undead horse to avoid the fel flames of Barnazar dexterously.

He was always vigilant about Barnazar's other actions. The Dreadlord used fel magic only to compress the space of his activities. The real killer is not these very wide-ranging but slower killing spells.

Kel'Thuzad told him that this area is full of shadow energy. The demons are also masters of shadow spells. With the improvement of Kel'Thuzad's circle, the shadow energy in the town will also increase. Will make the Dreadlord like a fish in water.

Every step of the death knight's march is very difficult. Barnazar is stronger than Mal'Ganis and Dyselok. Although Thassarian's strength has also improved, he still feels a great sense of oppression. .

It's just that this time he knew very well what he came for, and he also knew that Nathrezim's melee combat ability was equally strong, so he had to wait for a certain time.

Finally, after extinguishing another fel flame with a sword blade, Barnazar's magic stagnated slightly. It seemed that it had reached a certain limit and could no longer be activated.

Sassarian saw the opportunity and immediately drove his horse gallop, but when he was about to charge to Banazzar, the Undead Warhorse suddenly stopped.

Numerous shadow condensed tentacles stretched out from the ground, tightly entangled the four hooves of the undead war horse, and continued to spread upward along the war horse's limbs.

Thassarian gave up the mount decisively, turned over and leaped high on the horseback, the rune sword in his hand [Vengeance] pierced towards the forehead of the Dreadlord.

But just as the sword's edge was about to penetrate the devil's forehead, a weird smile appeared on Banazar's pale face.

The surrounding shadow energy flowed like a stream, and Thassarian's body was actually locked in the air by the power of the shadow, like a sculpture poured in cement, motionless.

"Do you think I didn't notice the abnormality of the shadow energy?" Barnazar said unhurriedly, "you will slowly feel the feeling of being drowned in the growing shadow ocean."

After the dreadlord finished speaking, he no longer cared about Thassarian, and turned to leave. Thassarian's armor was slowly "waking up" under the stimulation of the shadow.

He seemed to feel 10,000 eyes watching him, 10,000 tentacles squeezing his body, Shadow was treating him as a delicacy, and wanted to eat a little bit.

However, Thassarian smiled at the moment Barnazar turned around—in this case, the Dreadlord would definitely use shadow spells.

"Click"

Barnazzar heard a soft sound of broken bones. It looked like Thassarian's bones had been crushed to pieces by the power of the shadow. After a while, he would become a pool of minced meat and be swallowed by the shadow— —

"Puff!"

The severe pain tore at Banazar's nerves, his body tightened unconsciously, and the fallen blood continuously sprayed out from the hideous wound on his back.

Thassarian wiped the blood from his face with a calm look. The long sword in his hand [Vengeance] actually grew flesh and blood tissues, which were twisted and covered with the rune sword made of Saronite. Make the rune sword strangely sharp.

The dreadlord’s armor was like butter cut by a hot knife. There was a sizzling noise, and a huge crack appeared. The fatal scar almost cut off one of Banazzar’s wings diagonally, and he could even be seen. The bones under the muscles.

The purple-black shadow power is attached to the dreadlord's flesh and blood, and he is frantically enjoying the handy flesh and blood meal. Under the erosion of the shadow, the wound is further corroded and worsened.000 literature www.000wx.com

The death knight's unique power of death and plague also spread into Banazzar's body. Under the interweaving of several energies, the flesh and blood on his back will decay almost every second.

"Ah ah ah ah ah!!"

The demon's screams passed into Varimathras' ears, and he watched in shock as Barnazar fell to his knees, half of his wings drooped, his back was constantly impacted by massive shadow energy.

Thassarian pierced [Vengeance] into Banazar's body. This long sword, which was "awakened" by some power, became a beacon and aggregate of shadow energy. Those originally controlled by demons Regardless of his energy, he attacked Banazar.

At Sassarian's feet, the broken skull returned to its original white.

Barnazar wanted to move his body frantically to stop the shadow’s backlash, but he soon realized that almost half of his flesh and blood body was shadowed, and the remaining half was also full of various Plague energy.

He shivered and twisted his head, and with bloodshot eyes viciously watching Sasarian, who was removing the activating Saronite armor, he roared and cursed, "Damn reptile...I will definitely-- "

Barnazzar's last words were not finished, and a shadowy flesh-and-blood spike pierced his throat, causing his voice to stop abruptly.

Kel'Thuzad, who was controlling the magic of the town in the distance, suddenly covered Medivh's circle on the town. After a while, he smiled with satisfaction.

Barnazar's body weakened and fell to the ground at this moment. The moment he fell to the ground, the dreadlord's body was immediately covered by an indescribable weird organization. The shadow energy seemed to have self-consciousness, devouring the flesh and blood of the devil. .

Varimathras has nothing to do. He can only watch Barnazar being swallowed by shadow energy. That kind of process is completely irreversible, unless the power of the Holy Light is used to fight against it, but Barnazar will probably do it before he recovers. Was burned to ashes by the Holy Light.

He looked at Thassarian who had temporarily lost his combat effectiveness, and he didn't have any thoughts of fighting in his heart. He suddenly had a hunch that if he continued to stay, he would end up similar to Barnazar.

"Get out of that death knight! Hurry up!"

The dreadlords roared at the psychics, and the psychics who had dominated their minds immediately surrounded Thassarian, and Varimathras planned to use brute force to attack the magic surrounding the town.

The fel energy has eroded the surrounding magic at an extremely fast speed, but the inexplicable sense of threat made him prefer to be backed up by the overly strong fel energy, and then increase the intensity of the fel energy controlled.

"boom!"

It's a pity that this shock was not that Varimathras destroyed the magic, but that the psychics were knocked down and crushed by a heavy warhammer.

Orgrim stood on the ground that he had smashed out of the depression, and slowly lifted the rune warhammer. He glanced at Banazar's body and said to Thassarian, "Good job, take it Come down and leave it to us."

The moment Varimathras saw Orgrim, he was immediately oppressed by a sense of suffocation, not only because Orgrim’s strength far surpassed Thassarian at this time, but also because of him. I feel that the real danger has come.

Arthas' figure slowly unfolded from the darkness, the Frostmourne in his hand was shining with blue light, and Varimathras immediately had a very bad idea in his heart.

At this moment, the magic circle was shattered, but before Varimathras had time to be happy, he discovered that behind this magic curtain, another layer of more dense patterns lined up in the sky.

"this is--!"

Varimathras almost lost his voice, and the long-lost sense of fear swept through: the real killer is outside-the familiar pattern shows that this spell is born out of the knowledge of the Burning Legion.

Only the devil can have a deeper understanding of the devil, and this devil's circle is inscribed with a spell that imprisons the devil's soul!

But how can humans and the undead do such magic?

With this layer of spells, they couldn't escape from the beginning, and, in this view, the soul of Barnazar was very likely to be captured by the manipulator of the circle.

Orgrim, Lothar, and Arthas surrounded Varimathras. The dreadlord's mind turned rapidly. He suddenly raised his hands and shouted:

"Wait, I surrender! I can swear allegiance to the Scourge! I can tell you the location of Tichondrius and Diselok!"

Orgrim and Lothar were both stunned by the dreadlord's call, and they looked at Arthas together.

Arthas did not stop. He walked up to Varimathras, looked at Varimathras who had given up resistance, and laughed, "As far as I know, Nathrezim is a lot of Two-faced guy, maybe you will be loyal to me today, and tomorrow you will work for the Burning Legion."

Varimathras's face did not change, but he was a little confused. Arthas seemed to know more than he thought. "His Majesty, the Legion is not omniscient and omnipotent. If you don't kill me, I Can be your eyeliner and provide you with information about the Legion."

"Okay," Arthas agreed very readily, "Of course, you have to give me your soul."

This condition made Varimathras's heart tangled in an instant. After his soul was handed over to Arthas, then he would completely betray the legion, because he could not disobey Alsace's order, otherwise Arthas would be anywhere and anytime You can clean him up.

The Burning Legion will not tolerate any betrayers. After the Legion invades Azeroth, waiting for Varimathras's ending is more terrifying than death.

But he didn't agree to Alsace's words... Varimathras felt that he might not be much better after waiting for a while.

Varimathras was in a dilemma for a moment, but when he saw Banazar's horrible death and his unconscious soul, even the Dreadlord shuddered.

"Before agreeing, can you tell me whether Mal'Ganis is dead or..."

Arthas raised the Frostmourne in his hand slightly, and a familiar soul breath came out, causing Varimathras to nod repeatedly, "I will definitely be loyal to you and will never betray."