Dawn of Lordaeron

You can search "Lordaeron's Dawn Search Novels (www.soxscc.com)" in Baidu to find the latest chapters!Ravencrest stood up from the ground slightly guarded, staring at the two swords in Arthas's hands.

Intuition tells him that these two weapons can easily take his life. As for how easy it is, just look at the ugly body of the demon on the ground.

Moreover, Ravencrest did not dare to leave Arthas too long, otherwise he was worried that Frostmourne would consume his soul, and the Ashbringer would send him away instantly.

All in all, despite being out of the control of the Dreadlord and the Burning Legion, standing in front of Arthas, his pressure is no less than facing Dantalinax.

Arthas glanced at Ravencrest and asked casually, "Do you want to sleep right here, or do you have other plans?"

"If I can, I also want to sleep forever," Ravencrest sighed, "However, the Burning Legion controlled the entire Black Crow Fortress. If I can't let my ancestors and my soldiers rest in peace, I will What face is leaving here?

I fought with the Burning Legion to death, but in the end I was still treated as a pawn and puppet by them.

You killed Dantalinax and gave us our freedom. Next, we must continue to fight with the Burning Legion and drive the devil's minions out of the Black Crow Fortress forever."

"As you wish." Arthas nodded, his body was surrounded by black mist, and his figure had disappeared on the platform when his voice echoed on the top of the Black Crow Fort.

Ravencrest took a deep breath. Although his body had been dead for a long time and no longer needed to breathe, the habits he left behind still made him do it.

He glanced at the broken staff beside Dantalinax-it was indeed Latusius's staff. I hope this old friend's soul can rest in peace.

"The soldiers of the Black Rook Citadel! We have got rid of the control of the devil, and drove these running dogs of the Burning Legion out of our sacred fortress!"

The voice of the lord of the Black Rook Fortress rang out, and the voice transmitted through the soul soon reached the mind of every Black Rook Fort soldier.

After Dantalinax died, they had fallen into a brief chaos, because the death of the manipulator and their souls bewitched by the evil energy made them unable to distinguish their situation for a while.

He didn't even know whether he was alive or dead.

But Ravencrest's yelling awoke them from the chaos. These ancient elven guards remembered their true identity and responsibilities. The soldiers who were patrolling with the devil showed a fierce light in their eyes and turned to The demon swordsmen beside each other faced each other.

Some unidentified low-level demon cannon fodder was wiped away by the original "friends" in an instant, and the demon soldiers who reacted immediately countered.

Such scenes are being staged in various places in the fort.

At this time, outside the courtyard of the Black Raven Fortress, Maiev, who had just recovered their weapons and armor, and her brother Jarod were surrounded by dozens of undead soldiers and demon soldiers.

"The situation looks bad..." Maiev looked very calm. Behind them was the towering walls of Black Raven Fortress. Without the help of external forces, it was absolutely impossible for her and Jarod to cross this obstacle.

Jarod loosened the two-handed swords in his hands, hehehe twice, "Don't be so pessimistic, maybe they won't keep alive this time?"

Maiev glared at Jarod, the ring blade in her hand was already raised to her chest, she whispered, "Close your crow's mouth, Jarod, I'll hold them later, and you can break through. ." 110 e-book www.110txt.com

She still has some crucial information here. Before the torture came out, the Burning Legion would not easily kill herself, but her brother caused huge trouble to the Burning Legion ten thousand years ago. Would mind torturing Jarod severely.

Jarod smiled indifferently, he is no longer the commander of the ancient coalition forces, and now the Azeroth coalition forces have more suitable people to guide.

He just wanted to save his sister, nothing more.

When Maiev and Jarod were just preparing to fight their backs, the eyes of the undead elves flashed with coldness. They turned around, and the sharp blade in their hands fell on the devil without hesitation.

Their sudden movements made Maiev and Jarod confused about the situation until an elf commander who was already a dead soul walked up to them.

"Maiev, Jarod, we are free, now is the time to avenge the Burning Legion!"

The two sisters and brothers looked at each other and went forward to help the Black Raven Guardians fight the demon soldiers. Although they did not understand why the undead suddenly regained their free will, their purpose is now the same, that is, to kill these damned ones. The devil.

When the Shadowsong sisters and brothers fought side by side with the undead guards in the Black Crow Fortress, Arthas' figure appeared in the cold winds of the far north.

Northrend, the top platform of Icecrown Citadel, where the Frozen Throne is located.

"You came?"

The echo of the soul was mixed with the howling of the cold wind, and Arthas looked at Bovar buried in the shadowy ice, "I can see so many things buried in this big block of ice?"

"This curse allows me to see many things."

Berval was silent for a while, "You shouldn't have been here, but I know why you came."

As the voice of the Lich King Bovar fell, dozens of dark blue halos flew up from everywhere and gathered on the top floor of the Icecrown Citadel-the remaining fragments of Frostmourne crushed by the Ashbringer , Is also the purpose of Alsace's coming.

"I can't give you these pieces in vain. I was going to use them to arm the most powerful death knight."

"It's right in front of you, isn't it?" Alsace shrugged. "But you are right. We should make this transaction fairer..."

Alsace’s eyes instantly ignited the fire of the soul, and the wind and snow on the Frozen Throne became more violent. Bovar immediately felt a blow. The oppression from the soul level made Bovardu, who has become the Lich King. Some can't stand it.

"I can't lift your curse, because it will directly kill you, but I can make this'curse' stronger!"

The runes of darkness and death were imprinted on the Frozen Throne, and death energy rushed through the throne like a waterfall. Bovar was at the center of the energy storm, and those rune knowledge and power constantly poured into his mind.

Half-conscious and half-conscious, Bolvar heard a whisper from Arthas.

"Our transaction is complete. This power will allow you to deal with your enemies... Be careful of the depths of the shadows, be careful of the Banshee King. Finally... Goodbye, Grand Duke."