Chinese Warriors in World of Warcraft

Chapter 140 The Pale Flower Falling from the Sky
The sea breeze blows, but there is not a trace of fishy smell.

Standing on the deck, Arthas shook his head slightly, his cold eyes looked towards the southeast, which was the direction of Lordaeron.

In half a day, we will be able to dock;

In at most five days, or as long as three days, we will reach Lordaeron.

He knew what he was going to face, what Lordaeron was going to face, but it was hard to tell what kind of mood he was in right now.

The five flavors are mixed and difficult to sort out.

The joy of saving Lordaeron?

Or destroy the comfort of Lordaeron?

Is it the sadness of further extinction of kindness, or the helplessness of being involuntarily controlled by others?

Alsace didn't know.

But he knew that everything was going to happen.

"Alsace." Tichondrius walked up to him from the cabin, with a cold sarcasm on the corner of his mouth: "The idiots of the Kirin Tor Council of Six didn't plan to support Lordaeron, only that guy named Rhonin , and your little lover is in Lordaeron. The magic barrier they created is ridiculously inferior! It seems that no one takes you seriously!"

"Antonidas has been confused for a long time! The Kirin Tor Council of Six is ​​not of one mind! All of this is within your expectations, isn't it? The great Tichondrius?" Arthas concealed it well With the disgust in his eyes, he said coldly: "I heard that you were seriously injured? That paladin named 'Fenna', another student of Uther, used a giant weapon called 'Ashbringer' Did the sword hurt you?"

"Ashbringer!" Tichondrius raised his voice an octave after his scar was exposed: "Huh! Arthas, you have to be careful! That sword is no worse than Frostmourne in your hand! I doubt that The crystal inlaid on the sword is related to Naaru's Atama crystal! How can a mortal's forging skill be compared with that of the Dreadlord! Fortunately, it is not in Uther's hands, otherwise you will be in trouble!"

"Uther? That self-proclaimed just guy, adhering to the purest way of the Holy Light, how could he be recognized by a killing sword?" Alsace felt the powerful energy fluctuations of Frostmourne, and also heard the Lich Wang snorted coldly from Northrend: "I should be careful with the killing sword that can hit you hard!"

"Heavy damage! Death knight, you are thinking too much!" Tichondrius looked at Alsace and sneered: "You want to kill me while I am injured? Just like you killed Mal'Ganis? The Dreadlord cannot be defeated Killed! What's more, I'm not him, I'm the first lord of the Dreadlord! If you weren't worth anything, I would have killed you a long time ago! Don't forget, your master Ner'zhul, in my eyes Nothing!"

Silence, dead silence.

The two guys who didn't speculate just kept quiet like this, without saying a word.

All the ships were quiet, and even the surroundings were very quiet. No birds or sea fish dared to approach these ships. The strong breath of death made them terrified. It was the fear hidden deep in the blood. fear!
A flying bird flew across the sky with a flower branch in its mouth.

Because of his unreasonable aversion to life, Arthas looked up, the rune magic sword on his back clanked, and a breath of death pierced through the air. The bird didn't even have time to escape, and its gorgeous wings instantly became extremely black. , all the vitality in the body has been transformed into death energy, it is still flying in the sky, but it is no longer a bird eager to build a nest, but a bird of death.

A bird of death that heralds disaster!
The flower branch fell from the sky, and a petal slowly floated down, just in time to float in front of Alsace.

He stretched out his hand to touch the beauty of life, which was probably his last nostalgia for life, which came from the kindness that had not yet disappeared from his body.

However, the petals had withered before they reached the hand, and the bright red color had completely faded, replaced by a paleness that represented death.

As pale as the death knight's face!

"Hahaha! Hahahaha! Arthas! Hahahahaha! Stupid death knight! Poor human!"

Tichondrius' presumptuous ridicule sounded in his ears, and he was rocked with laughter, and Arthas was speechless.

At this moment, he felt the ship shaking.

The next moment, he heard the adjutant shout:
"Your Highness! The boat is leaking!"

The boat is leaking?

How can it be!

These are the best warships in Lordaeron, how could there be a sudden leak?

The next moment, he heard more calls:
"This boat is leaking too!"

"And this ship!"

"All warships are leaking!"

"Murloc! It's a Murloc!"

……

Whoosh!
Tichondrius spread his wings and flew to the surface of the sea, stretching his gray claws downwards, a murloc broke out of the water and fell into his hands.

The next moment, the murloc turned into a mummy and fell into the sea.

"The murlocs don't dare to approach here at all! The breath of the undead army scares the creatures! Any creature below the legend dare not approach here! Unless someone manipulates it!" Tichondrius looked at Alsace with a torch: "The whole of Azeroth Si, who else can manipulate murlocs?"

"Naga!"

A name appeared in Alsace's mind.

It was no secret that the Naga enslaved the murlocs. Arthas knew this, and so did Tichondrius.

At this time, the Naga tribe didn't know that they had already taken the blame for someone.

"Damn Naga! Damn murloc!" Alsace ran to the bottom of the cabin. The sea water had already submerged his thighs, the hull was broken in more than one place, and the murloc was still beating on the bottom of the ship.

"If you dare, embrace death! Be my servant!" Arthas took off Frostmourne, held the sword in one hand, and plunged into the sea.

The next moment, the seawater under his feet was completely frozen, the ice blocked the gap, and the seawater could no longer enter.

The infinitely terrifying death energy penetrated into the sea water through the ice, and those murlocs who were too late to leave were all killed by the death energy, and then resurrected as undead.

In less than a minute, these murlocs who were still attacking the bottom of the ship became Alsace's servants.

This is the power of Frostmourne!

More murlocs ran away while screaming, the threat of death made them forget Jiang Jie's order.

Deep in the bottom of the sea, Jiang Jie looked at other sinking ships in the distance, and turned to leave.

So many ships have sunk, only one ship remains.

I don't know how many undead souls fell into the bottom of the sea. Alsace lost [-]% of the thousands of soldiers that Alsace took away. This is already an excellent result.

No matter how many murlocs were lost, it would not be a pity.

In less than a day, Alsace would land on the Whispering Coast, and he had to immediately notify the soldiers stationed nearby, and Uther as soon as possible, that a decisive battle was about to begin.

Deeper in the deep sea, Jiang Jie took out a crystal.

This is the image crystal, Jaina gave him not long ago, it is very precious, and Jaina only has one.

Through it, Jiang Jie can talk directly with Jaina's image, saving time.

　To answer a question: To say that Cenarius is the weakest demigod refers to the wild demigod, not all demigods.

　　The demigods of the wilderness are as follows: Malorne, the guardian of the way, Essina, the mother of elves, Agamaggan, the boar demigod, Aviana, the demigod crow, Ursoc and Uthor, the demigod bear, The tortoise demigod Tortola, the wolf demigod Goldrinn, and the four supreme gods of Pandaria.

　　Among the original demigods in the wilderness, there was no Cenarius at all, he was the second generation of demigods.Since he was killed by Lao Hou, his strength is indeed not as good as other demigods.

　　Of course, this is compared with the first generation of wilderness demigods.

　　As for the demigods in Outland, it's hard to compare.It is even more difficult for a demigod promoted by a mortal.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)