Stormwind God

No need for Duke to take their own shots.

The first wave of the coalition's charge has already been launched. Darion Mogleni's huge rune sword is split, and the death knights of the Ebon Knights rush directly from the west side of the Icecrown Citadel. The precipitous mountains could not stop them from walking down these skeletal warhorses leaping over the cliffs, such as flat ground. As long as it is not a 90-degree vertical steep slope, under the spiritual control of the unity of horses and horses, these undead horses can make a juggling action.

To the east, the Knights of the Silver Hand also launched an attack.

Because the two great gods of silver hands, Gavenlad and Tirion, are joining the League of Legends. This time, the Silver Hand was decisively handed over to the second-generation Paladin in the standard sense, led by two female Paladins, Mara Fortagan and Lena Thunderspear.

For a while, Duke was a little worried. Soon Duke was relieved. Anyway, these two were together with Turalyon in history, and the statues were stored side by side in the Paladin occupation hall for memorial.

If there are not too many Paladins in the Alliance, and they are too bunkers, these two ancient gods are not in town, it is estimated that these two generations of Paladins are already in power.

It now looks like the League of Horsewoman is fierce.

The silver hands led by the two female knights are like cutting butter, easily destroying the Scourge soldiers who have lost the direct control of the Lich King.

A hammer on the left and a sacred seal on the right didn't make it so sour to play polo.

It's a pity that the League of Legends can't tolerate so many holy horses. You know, in addition to these two, there are more well-known and more fortified holy horses in the group, Liadrin, Marad, and Hoof Yrel.

Well, there aren't many alliances, Paladin heroes ... there are many thieves.

If it is an ordinary professional, the fastest clearing is definitely not a mage.

But after Huiyue, no one can compare to Faye.

"Oh ha ha ha ha" In front of the heroic group, a dwarf dwarf opened the bow from side to side, and the short arms that were rolled out in turn, shot out arcane impacts one after another, breaking the undead in front of the ice crown fortress road into residues.

He is just Millhouse * Mana Storm!

Originally, Duke didn't want this product to join the League of Legends.

However, not only did this cargo self-recommended, it also proposed to hope to get the spaceship Star Trek.

Because of this guy's detached personality, Duke is destined to be unable to place him in a position that requires a calm personality like guarding the magic circle. Go to Draenei and ask.

As a result, this product is just like chicken blood, super expressive.

Of course, relying on him alone will not clean up thousands of undead. In front of the League of Legends, there are two elite units open. They are the league and tribal champions who shined in the Crusader Trial.

Thrall made up his mind to save his strength, but his group of people couldn't hold themselves back and took the initiative to fight. Duke greeted Thrall, yes!

"Huh! I killed 18 of them."

"I'm 30!"

"Skulls who slaughtered the weakest chickens are embarrassed to show me off? We are just elites."

Alliance Warrior Sakagar quarrels with Horde Warrior Nahaw * Steelbreaker, and has no ambiguity on his hands. Anyway, their biggest task is to open the way to the heroes, and then they will take care of themselves to the extent they can fight.

Seeing them, Duke didn't expect Tirion to say with emotion: "It's nice to be young."

Duke rolled his eyes: "You can come to me and get eternal life!"

Tirion was silent.

Duke didn't advise him. After all, Anduin Lothar chose to end the last bloodline of the Arathi family with natural death, which opened the way for future generations and made a lofty example.

Even though Lothar was not a Paladin, the Paladins unknowingly used him and Uther * Lightbringer as examples.

"Well! It seems that we can only wait until the Legion returns, persuade them."

People can change, and destiny can change.

Duke has made so much and achieved such a great success that he must do his utmost to save this troubled and troubled world at any time.

Go up the long staircase sandwiched by two high platforms with skull and skull statues, step up to a huge platform overlooking half an ice cap glacier, step on each face with skull reliefs, and watch more than fifty meters The huge promenade, looking at the statues of evil spirits with violent flags on both sides, everyone in the hero group cast their eyes on the huge vortex at the end of the corridor.

It was a portal.

Arthas launched the field, disabling long-range attacks, and protecting the entire Icecrown Citadel from artillery.

However, the inside of the real Icecrown fortress is behind this portal full of unknowns.

At the door, everyone stopped and set his sights on Duke.

At this moment, in addition to Jaina and Kael'thas who are responsible for guarding the seven major transmission points, as well as a number of second-line wizards such as Solanlian, it can be said that the strongest people in the league are here. In addition, a heroic roaring master and Varok Saurfang are added.

"Let's go! Let's end it all!" Duke said lightly, and he gently reached over the portal with his demigod power to connect this already stable portal.

He was making sure that his people would not be passed on to somehow.

Duke didn't notice, Tirion shook the handle of the Ashbringer in the handshake ...

After a short teleportation, the scene whispered to the heroes.

There is an ice mist full of evil atmosphere everywhere, the cold and bitter floor, as if always looking at the ominous statues of people, always feel that the huge chandelier will fall down and crush the people at any time ...

Everything feels scary, but there is no enemy.

"This is the final decisive battle place, right? Alsace's host is unqualified! Even if the 21 salute is not sounded, at least a few dozen skeleton soldiers will play a grave head to cheer up!" Gwenlad blew softly. Whistling.

This, of course, drew a chuckle from a teenage hero.

Only Tirion frowned. "Gavenlad ..."

"Come here! Don't be too serious, you are too serious, and you're so young that you can move online."

Tirion's forehead was bulging, and the cross-shaped blue tendons were more obvious.

You know, he was just over fifty, and then he had a reddish orange hair and a beard, and he also calculated a beautiful man in the league.

On the contrary, although Gavenlad was a handsome man when he was young, he has the tendency to develop towards Mr. Mediterranean. If Duke didn't teach him to make a ball, he would be a complete bird.

When Tirion was about to have an attack, he suddenly remembered it and smiled bitterly: "Thanks! Brother!"