Azeroth Trail of Light

Mages, follow me!

Crassus, who was flying in the low sky, has turned back into the form of a giant dragon. His real name is Cleostrasz. He is a young magic genius in the Red Dragon Army, and he is also the queen of the red dragon and one of the guardian dragons. Lexstrasza, the youngest consort of the Life-Binder.

During the years when the Dragon Legion lived behind the scenes of the world, many young dragons like Krasus would take human form and travel in the vast world, but none, like Krasus, was as interested in the world of mortals. , and there is no giant dragon that can experience all kinds of strange travels like Krasus.

Krasus has found many good friends during the long time, Antonidas is one of them, this wise old mage has given the young dragon a lot of inspiration, he even regards him as a teacher, which is very important for the proud For giant dragons, it is simply unimaginable.

But Krasus really regards Dalaran as his second hometown, so at this critical moment, he is willing to contribute to it.

Krasus is an adult giant dragon. After it is truly transformed into a prototype, it is more than forty to fifty meters long from head to tail, with a full wingspan and a distance of nearly twenty meters. It is a truly colossal monster. Moreover, the five-color giant dragon army is all guardians who have been entrusted with the responsibility of protecting the world by the titans. Compared with their tyrannical bodies, their magical power is not inferior at all.

Krasus is a red dragon. Every breath of the dragon is full of violent vitality and red flames of destruction, like a huge pillar of fire falling from the sky. The shadow of the shadow floated across the earth, and a way of escape appeared in front of the mages who suffered heavy casualties.

Archmage Rhonin and Landalock led the rescued mages to trudge through the water, followed the escape route made by Krasus for them, and fled to the outside world of Dalaran.

In the depression behind them, Archmage Anslem of the Council of Six is ​​independently supporting a staircase made of frost. This staircase with a height of more than 30 meters connects the falling Dalaran and the ground that has not yet collapsed. Connected, a real lifeline was constructed for the surviving mages.

But to maintain such a pure elemental ladder, the magic power required is very terrifying, and only a top mage like Ansrem can persist for a long time.

It's not that the mages panicked and didn't know how to use those stones to build stairs. Now Dalaran is almost full of undead. Even the mages with strong fighting power don't have so much time to waste, and Dalaran Here, it's not just a mage like Luo Ning who is good at fighting. After all, it is a large organization, and most of the personnel's actual combat effectiveness is not high. What they really precious is the knowledge in their minds.

When Dalaran was in its heyday, it was claimed that there were 1,000,000 mages. In fact, one-third of them were mage apprentices, and one third were researchers of this academic school. Only one third were experts in Fighting, and the combat effectiveness varies from high to low.

Faced with hundreds of thousands of undead, even if such a few mages were exhausted, they would not be able to kill all these walking corpses!

Of course, in reality, they would never be as embarrassed as they are now. It's just that Arthas and the Grand Lich's brains have opened up, and Dalaran has entered a state of embarrassment where it is impossible to organize an effective counterattack.

Archmage Rhonin and Randalock, as well as those mages in the battle, escaped with the wounded and unable to fight. Along with the gathered, professional combat mages, while struggling to resist the invasion of the undead, they searched for survivors and brought them into the ruins of Dalaran, which had become a place of death.

Ronin's face was covered with black ash, and the robe on his body was already dirty, but what made him suffer more than the physical pain was the spiritual torture. He knew that Dalaran had been destroyed, but if Now, like other countries, there is a standing army, even the weakest kind of army, so that it will not fall into this situation where it can only flee in embarrassment.

As he thought about it, he used his magic power to make a handful of clear water, and handed it to the beautiful high elf woman standing beside him, holding a bow on guard, his wife, Vereesa-Windrunner.

He and Vereesa met during the Second Orc War. At that time, he was just a misfortune and unlucky mage apprentice. He was called a moving disaster by other mages, and was even sent to Spy on the fact that the man who ran from Lordaeron, aliased as Lord Prestor, is actually the fallen guardian of the earth, Neltharion, the black dragon king, a terrible creature who calls himself Deathwing.

An old mage once ridiculed Ronin like this: The most perfect result is that Deathwing swallows Ronin and then chokes to death, so we will save two big troubles at once!

But in the changing world, Luo Ning got acquainted with Vereesa and the Wildhammer dwarf Falstad. After a series of difficult but lucky journeys, Luo Ning miraculously rescued the Red Dragon Queen who was imprisoned by the Dragonmaw clan. In a sense, the reason why the Second Orc War ended so quickly was due to Ronin.

But Luo Ning knew that he was not actually a magic genius, all he had was diligence, but facing the current situation in Dalaran, his diligence could not help him in any way.

Vereesa pursed her lips, took the clear water handed over by her husband, and wiped her darkened face. When the young girl from the Windrunner family washed her face, she looked exactly like Xi Compared with Cirvanas, the elf girl of Cirvanas, of course, has a little less maturity on her face, but a little more freedom.

Ronin, my husband... don't blame yourself, it's not your fault!

Vereesa reached out and held Luo Ning's cold hand. The archmage looked at his beloved wife and smiled with difficulty. He was about to say something, and then heard a wailing that resounded through the earth. Reza looked at the sky, and Krasus, who was flying low in the sky, was attacked!

It was a giant beetle that suddenly sprang out from the ground. With a body height of 6 meters, it had the strength to challenge the dragon!

Anub'arak, the king of Azjol-Nerub, the nerubian empire of Northrend, the most powerful crypt lord, when he was still alive, the dragon... was also his food!

The Crypt Lord's thick four stone pillar-like legs gave it unimaginable strength. It jumped up from the ground, and its ferocious, sickle-like recurved, conical claws with amazing lethality stabbed hard into the carat. With this blow on Seuss' wings, the giant dragon soaring in the sky was crippled with the power to fly.

This is not the end yet. When Krasus fell to the ground in embarrassment and overwhelmed countless undead, Anub'arak, like a charging tank, lowered his head and aimed the sharp blade above his head at the struggling The giant dragon got up from the ground, and then slammed into Krasus' chest.

boom!

The young dragon had no experience against the crypt lords at all, just like those prey that Anub'arak preyed on, the sharp spikes on the crypt lord's head pierced the neck and shattered the sternum, but with the dragon's Vitality, it hasn't died so easily.

The pierced wings lost the ability to float, but the giant dragon that fell on the ground had already lost the capital to fight against the crypt lord, but Krasus did not intend to just surrender. He learned courage and courage in human society. Wisdom, from the combativeness in the blood of the dragon, also aroused its ferocity.

Krasus folded his wings, his thick claws and whip-like dragon tail swayed, and Ranub'arak, who had entered the predator state, started a confrontation and a terrible fight among the group of undead.

The strongest crypt lord and a wounded adult dragon, every impact and bite of them can crack the ground, the scream of the crypt lord, the roar of the red dragon resounding through the sky, Anuba The boulder raised by Lak and the flames spit out by the red dragon, in the eyes of the mages, are like scenes from a myth.

But the mages didn't watch for too long, because their trouble was coming!

Losing Krasus' suppression in the sky, the mages were in an embarrassing scene. Their current location happened to be the center of hundreds of thousands of undead. Ronin and Landalock stood on a high place, shouting , Let those mages who still have strength form a defense line full of loopholes.

Facing the undead, walking corpses, ghouls, and abominations slowly swarming up from all directions, as well as those cursing mages who were smirking, every mage in the line of defense couldn't help but clenched their staffs tightly.

Without Luo Ning's command, all kinds of magic, ice, flame, arcane, poisonous mist, curse, thunder and lightning, etc., the tide of magic power gathered by these elemental energies swept across the surrounding undead, They push back.

But within 10 seconds, another wave of offensive appeared. Under the command of the scattered death knights and cursed mages, the low-level undead rushed wave after wave to the defense line formed by the exhausted mages. In this case, they perfectly played their strongest advantage, quantity!

Luo Ning and the mages looked up and saw that there was a black torrent that could not be seen in all directions. At this moment, even Luo Ning and Vereesa, who had really seen the big scene, were losing hope in their hearts little by little.

Without the heavy armored soldiers standing in front of them, no matter how powerful the mages were, they couldn't stop the undead from approaching.

They are using the little magic power left in exchange for the last time.

The most terrible thing is the blockade of space. Without the big killers such as portals and teleportation, what is left to these mages can only be despair!

One minute! five minutes! ten minutes!

After persisting for fifteen minutes, Krasus was covered in bruises. Facing the thick carapace that the crypt lord could not penetrate, the young dragon was completely desperate. There was no hope in its yellow snake pupils.

The same was true for the mages on the other side. During the fifteen-minute magic frenzy, they almost killed nearly ten thousand undead, but this could not reverse their fate of final defeat.

Luo Ning and Vereesa, whose magic power had been exhausted, held each other. This pair of fateful couples planned to face their final fate peacefully.

Luo Ning looked at the sky for the last time. During the day of panic, the setting sun filled the sky. The sky was like the most faithful recorder, wanting to record everything that happened on this land every day in time. .

Great sunshine...if you can...please let me live in those memories forever...if you can...

Vereesa, whose abdomen was cut by the death knight who rushed into the line of defense, had a hideous wound, closed her eyes in pain, lay in Ronin's arms, and began to sing the sad ballad of the high elves. With the howling of the wolves who were on the verge of death, those mages who didn't want to die humblely even rushed out like soldiers holding their staffs high.

On the battlefield of death and blood splattered, this sad and tactful ballad made everything so miserable, but at this moment, Luo Ning suddenly felt that the temperature of the sun dissipated.

He raised his head in a daze, and saw the shadows piercing the sky, the flying shadows covering the sun, that was... that was the griffin... the griffin of the dwarves!

In Luo Ning's magically transformed eyes, he could clearly see those griffins in heavy armor, carrying dwarves, humans, and even elves!

They rowed across the battlefield, seeming to be looking for something!

There was a surge of excitement in Luo Ning's heart, he knew, he knew what those pilots were looking for!

He knelt on the ground, holding Vereesa in his arms, holding his staff high, and using the last of his magic power, he shot a ball of red magic fireworks into the sky.

boom!

Fireworks explode!

The circling griffin immediately changed its flight direction, flying over the heads of the mages of Ronin, and engineering bombs fell into the undead group that was approaching the collapsed mage front.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The line of flames bursting from the ground blew the blazing, scorching wind to those mages who were as dazed as Ronin.

Watching the flames explode, Dick handed the battle flag of the Silver Hand to Liadrin beside him, and raised the horn on his waist to his mouth.

woo woo woo woo!

The heavy horn, bless by the high elves with amplifying magic, spread throughout the entire battlefield in an instant.

Dick raised the flame of justice high, and the holy halo exploded on all the warriors. Behind him, the paladins of the Cold Wind Camp stood awe-inspiring. The tall orcs rode on the restless giant wolves. The brave warriors had already Can't wait to join the battlefield, the dwarves' steam tanks are flying the battle flag of Ironforge, and the high elves are gearing up to leave a profound lesson for these undead as punishment for their violation of Quel'Thalas.

In front of their eyes, the undead with teeth and claws rushing like a tide, and on the not-so-distant battlefield, there are compatriots who are also living, waiting for them to rescue.

At this moment, the boundaries between life and death, light and darkness have never been so clear. This is the beginning of the struggle, but it is far from the end. No one can trample on the dignity of life so easily, and no monster can get away with such evil deeds.

Dick looked indifferently at the darkness in front of him, like the darkness of an invincible abyss, and there was no fluctuation in his heart.

If this weak world cannot give them a fair sanction, then let me do it!

Warriors of Northern Xinjiang! For our lost compatriots, for the hatred we bear! For this trampled land!

charge!!!