Chinese Warriors in World of Warcraft

Chapter 202 Holy Sword: Quel'Delar (34)

Everywhere is war, everywhere is death!
One by one the undead were wiped out, and one by one the elves fell!

In a battle of this level, strong strength does not necessarily mean safety.

Lor'themar's left arm was scratched by the ghoul, and a large piece of flesh was removed from his back by the hateful meat hook. Even the left hand holding the war bow was injured by the necromancer's spell, and one of his eyes was blinded!
Halduron's injury was lighter than his, but not by much, as long as he could still fight anyway!
Even Cirvanas, the supreme commander of the high elf rangers, was not seriously injured. There were long and thin bloodstains on his long and healthy legs, which was shocking.

They are agile and highly skilled, but their bodies are still fragile.Those exposed places, once hit by spells or weapons, will definitely be injured.On this planet, there are countless examples of heroes and even legendary heroes being killed by minions; even giant dragons may be shot down by an ordinary musketeer!
Others, let alone.

In a square, Thalorian Dawnseeker was surrounded by thousands of undead!
Holding the holy sword Quel'Dela, he fought side by side with the high elves who followed him.

Behind him was the largest trade center in Silvermoon City, where more than a thousand high elves took refuge.

An old man who has lived for hundreds of thousands of years and is about to reach the end of his life;

pregnant women with children;
The wounded who were severely injured, even disabled and blind in battles;

underage children...

These old, weak, sick and disabled who have no way to fight the undead need their protection now!

Undead, too many!

Thalorian watched his comrades fall one after another with his own eyes, until he was the only one left.

He glanced behind him, and in the gate that lost its magic protection were the compatriots he had to protect;

He glanced at the faraway compatriots who were fighting hard, but they couldn't give him any help;
He glanced at the sky, the black flying castle exuding the spirit of the undead was moving away, and the shadow covering Silvermoon City was about to disappear!

He knew that hope was coming, but he couldn't hold on to that moment!

A sword pierced his heart.

He turned his head and saw an expressionless face.Before that, that person was still his comrade in arms, but now he was resurrected as an undead.

A sharp claw pierced his lower abdomen.

He looked forward, the shrunken ghoul with the incomplete logo on the tattered clothes, which was the logo of the southern city of Daysome.

A feathered arrow pierced his calf from a distance, and he had to kneel down on one knee.

He lowered his head, and there was the mark of the Farstrider on the feathered arrow. The undead archer who bent his bow and set the arrow in the distance was once a Farstrider under Lor'themar or Halduron.

A fireball hit him, sending him flying, shattering the carved elven gate, revealing the panicked brethren within.

He looked into the distance, the Necromancer who was casting a spell, the magic sword in his right hand was the standard equipment of the Fire Wing Troops.

He looked around, half of the undead besieging him were humans from Lordaeron, and half were high elves from Quel'Thalas!

His consciousness is gradually blurring, knowing that he is about to die, maybe he will be resurrected as an undead soon, and then stretch out the butcher knife to the compatriots he was protecting just now!

He was powerless to resist, and was angry inside!
At this moment, the undead in front of him were suddenly rushed away by a strong air current, and a person carrying a huge sword came to him with a series of afterimages from his body.

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"Quel'Delar? Are you Salorian Dawn Seeker?" Jiang Jie frowned.

He didn't know Thalorian, but he knew Quel'Delar.

This holy sword is too famous. In the game, countless people wanted to get it, and many people thought it was the most beautiful sword!

This sword has a profound background and an extraordinary origin, and it has a strong legendary color. Although it is not qualified to be ranked in the legendary rank, it is worthy of the name of epic, and it is also the top among epic weapons!
In the distant ancient times, the guardian dragons created countless demonized sword blades, the most famous of which was a pair of sister swords: Quel'Delar and Quel'Sera.

Produced by Julong, it must be a high-quality product.

Jiang Jie always felt that, just like the divine sword "Saramani" that King Varian got later, if these two swords were put together, maybe they really qualified to be listed in legends!
Unfortunately, there are really not many players who can get these two swords together.

Later, the Red Dragon Queen "Life-Binder" Alexstrasza personally gave these two swords to two different elf warriors.

As time passed and passed down from generation to generation, Quel'Sera had disappeared, and Quel'Delar fell into the hands of Thalorian Dawnseeker.

In the game, Thalorian died in this battle against the undead invasion, and Quel'Delar fell into the hands of the prince's guard "Lanathel".

As time continued to pass, Lana Thiel finally shattered the sword herself and threw the fragments into the distance.

Later, this sword was reforged during the crusade against the Lich King, and was given to Liadrin, who became the leader of the blood elf paladins, by Lor'themar, the regent at that time.

After thousands of twists and turns, after many twists and turns, the sword finally ushered in its true master.

And now, the holy sword is still there, and Salorian Dawnseeker is dying.

His heart was broken and his body was riddled with holes. Even if he was brought to Fenner or Liadrin now, they would not be able to revive him, at most they would purify him so that he would not be destroyed. Resurrected as undead.

In this world, there are not many people who have the ability to save him...

"Excalibur Stromkar! I have heard its legend! Are you Nicholas Jiang? The deputy commander of the Ash Army?" Seeing Jiang Jie, Salorian's eyes glowed, and his body seemed to have strength, but Both Jiang Jie and he knew that this was a flashback.

If Jiang Jie could surpass his innate ability and become a master, he might still be able to save him, but not now.

"It's me." Jiang Jie struck out again, knocking back the approaching undead.

"Okay, okay, okay!" Thalorian yelled, turning to look at the compatriots he wanted to protect: "Tell me, you can protect them for me, right? The high elves are friends of humans, you said we We fought together, we defeated trolls and Horde together, and now you'll protect them for me, won't you?"

"I can!" Jiang Jie looked at the thousands of undead around him, knowing that with his own strength, he couldn't resist at all. He was not a legend after all.

But he knew better that the Army of Ashes was approaching, the sacred flames in the distance were as dazzling as the sun, and Fenner had already seen him!

He is willing to be the strongest backing of that strong woman, but most of the time, it is that woman standing behind him, supporting and guarding him.

"This sword is yours!" Salorian pushed Quel'Delar hard into the ground, then took out a bottle of holy water from his bosom, and placed it next to Quel'Delar: "This is the last bottle! After I die, pour it on me! I don't want to be resurrected as an undead! I will never extend the butcher knife to my fellow citizens, even if my soul has disappeared by then, and my corpse is controlled by others!"

"I will." Jiang Jie looked solemn, and he always maintained enough respect for true warriors: "As for the holy sword Quel'Delar, I will also find a real owner for it!"

"May the stars protect you, successor of Emperor Thoradin! Sorry, I can no longer protect you, my friends. It is my honor to join hands with you to defend the homeland and the people. My soul will return to the stars."

Thalorian's eyes gradually became dizzy, and he fell to the ground, looking at the starry sky that finally appeared after Naxxramas drifted away, his voice became smaller and smaller: "Anar'alah, anar'alah belore, quel'dorei , shindu fallah na....in the name of light, in the name of sunlight, high elves, the enemy is about to break through the line of defense..."

In the ballad of the high elves, a true elf warrior, lost his life.

　Reward list: 100 for "Rage Qi Liou", 1000 for "I don't want traffic", and a total of 5300 starting coins.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)