Azeroth Shadow of the Moon

Chapter 337 Each has a unique move (addition 1414 for Wrath of God of War 1)

For Lordaeron, the Herods are hard bones that will be gnawed down sooner or later. Once Shelders establish diplomatic relations with the seven human nations on an equal footing, it will not be so easy to seize them. Brynhilde’s request to Constant Ding absolutely cannot accept it.

Seeing that there were no other guards around Brunhilde, Constantine had the idea of ​​swarming up to kill and seize the treasure for a moment.

But recalling Brunhilde's heroic appearance before, he barely suppressed the evil thoughts in his heart.

If she really fights Brunhilde with the guards and court mages behind her, it doesn't matter whether she can kill the leader of Sirud, if she wants to take herself on the road, there is basically no suspense.

The pampered Constantine didn't want to take this risk. He looked at the sword on the ground intently, and weighed it for a while before letting out a long breath.

Stromkar Warbreaker, the sword of Thoradin the Great, the founding king of the Arathor Empire.

This sword was originally just a long sword for battle. When Thoradin founded the country, in order to strengthen the sense of belonging of the human clans to Arathor, he threw the weapons of the leaders of each clan into the furnace. The blacksmith forged it, and the final product was Stromkar, the King's Sword.

After experiencing the baptism of the troll war, Stromkar was sublimated and became an indestructible artifact in the hands of Thoradin.

But what Constantine valued was not the power of this sword. The political significance it represented was enough to make the kings of the seven human kingdoms split from Arathor jealous.

Since Stromkar disappeared with Emperor Thoradin many years ago, the legend of this sword has been circulated among the Seven Kingdoms of Mankind, and even more and more exaggerated.

Some people say that as long as any king can get this sword, he can grasp the righteousness of the legitimate successor of the Arathor Empire and command all human kingdoms.

To the King of the Seven Kingdoms of Man, the sword was more of a symbol than a weapon itself.

The human kings of all dynasties, including Constantine, never imagined that this sword of human kings would actually appear in the hands of the Xiluds, a group of deviant matriarchal clan leaders.

Miss Brunhilde.

Constantine squinted his eyes at the extremely beautiful female warrior opposite, Can you tell me, where did you get this sword?

Brunhilde pulled Stromkar out of the ground again, and the corner of his mouth slightly curled up, This sword is my trophy, and it can be regarded as Thoradin's apology for his reckless behavior.

'Trophy? apologize? '

Constantine frowned, Excuse me, Ms. Brunhilde looks less than thirty years old, how could she have an intersection with Emperor Thoradin who was more than a thousand years ago?

Brunhilde smiled noncommittally, This has nothing to do with you, let's get back to business.

My conditions have been put forward, whether you agree or not depends on the decision of you, the King of Lordaeron.

Constantine asked solemnly, There is no room for further discussion?

No, I will only give you ten minutes. If you disagree, let's continue to see the truth on the battlefield.

After leaving these words, Brunhilde flexibly borrowed strength from the potholes smashed out of the city wall many times, and returned to his tribe again.

Taking a deep look at Brunhilde's back, Constantine rode his horse back to the camp under the guard of his guards.

Constantine was not fooled by the sweet bait thrown by Brunhilde. He calmly ordered to the generals, Don't ignore her provocation and continue to attack.

The first person to break through the city wall will be awarded the title of Viscount, and Seveld will be granted the title. He must take the sword from Brunhilde's hand.

West Weld is the Western Plagueland of later generations. In this era, West Weld is the largest granary in Lordaeron, with very fertile land suitable for planting, and its importance is second only to the Tirisfal Woodlands close to the royal city.

There must be a brave man under a heavy reward, and many generals without noble titles were tempted by Constantine's reward of real power nobles.

Lordaeron has learned the lessons of the Arathor Empire and is very cautious about the rewards of nobles.

Except for the first batch of heroes who followed Menethil to open up the Tirisfal Forest, unless they made great contributions, most of the nobles who received rewards only had a title of title and no actual fiefdom.

Attack! Take this checkpoint! An official promotion is just around the corner!

Brunhilde on the city wall frowned and looked at Lordaeron's barracks.

Facing the temptation of Stromkar so calmly, the King of Lordaeron of this generation is not a fuel-efficient lamp.

Gerowell asked, Boss, Lordaeron's army is getting stronger. Shall we call up the reserve team?

The war potential of the Xilud people has basically been drained. The so-called reserve team is the militia who are usually responsible for farming and various crafts in the town.

Once the militias are used, it means that the Xilud people have come to an end, and every death of a militia will have a considerable impact on post-war recovery.

Need not.

Brunhilde stood confidently on the city wall, Let them come, I want to let this group of frogs know what is truly powerful.

The reward offered by Constantine inspired the whole army of Lordaeron. Under the lure of being promoted, the soldiers of Lordaeron had no reservations, and charged the defense of the Helders with red eyes.

Joining officials...

roll!

Before the first soldier to climb up the city wall had time to finish his hypnotic spell, Brunhilde had already fitted in and charged.

The left shoulder covered in heavy armor dented the young soldier's chest, and his eyes lost their luster as he flew out of the city wall.

The death of a mere soldier had no effect. Lordaeron's mage group just completed the spell at this time, and jointly cast a huge Pyroblast that flew towards the city gate.

Brunhild took a deep breath to recharge slightly, and Stromkar's sword shone with a light blue light.

Shua!

The sword light flashed, the Pyroblast was split in half from the center, and the spell that lost its core dissipated almost instantly.

Brunhilde's eyes began to flash with lightning. As a member of Thorim, the Storm King, she finally no longer limited her power when the group was in crisis.

Not only her armor, but even Stromkar's sword is wrapped with the power of thunder passed down from Thorim.

The originally clear sky suddenly began to be covered with dark clouds, and the dull thunder echoed on the battlefield. The low pressure before the heavy rain gave Constantine a bad feeling in his heart.

Is it going to rain heavily?

The heavy rain was a huge hindrance to the attacking side, not to mention that this checkpoint was built at the entrance of the valley. Once the ground was muddy, it would become more difficult to attack from below.

However, Brunhilde didn't give Constantine time to continue worrying about the rain battle. She, who was shining with a faint blue light all over her body, raised the Stromkar in her hand to the sky.

Storm King, your loyal followers and followers are begging for your help, please give us the powerful power to wipe out the enemies!

...

Um?

Thorim, who was far away in Uldaman, was discussing with Azadas how to enter Uldum and take down the Furnace of Origin. The sudden throbbing in his heart made him unable to help but look up at the completely closed zenith of Uldaman.

Thorim?

Hold on.

Thorim closed his eyes, and remotely transmitted his thunder power through the energy channel connected to his family members.

...

Crack!

A thick thunderbolt finally fell from the sky. To Constantine's horror, the thunderbolt fell into Lordaeron's army as if consciously, and a large pile of charred corpses exploded from the ground in the blink of an eye.

...Are you kidding me?