Azeroth Trail of Light

On the battlefield of Angasa, cruel battles spread across the gray-white snowy field like a sea of ​​bright red blood.

Looking down from the sky, the dark tide is constantly impacting on Angasa’s defense line. It was originally a semi-curved line of defense, but now it has been torn apart, and the coalition’s home field is like A dying behemoth can only struggle to drive away the infesting insects with its last strength, but its fallen body on the ground has really lost its final counterattack power. Those worms violently tore the flesh and blood of life.

The dripping icy wind kept hitting the ground, and the soldiers at the front of the line of defense were waving their weapons in a numb gesture. The massacre was also an annoying thing, especially when facing the **** who had already died. .. This makes killings meaningless.

Killing and being killed on this snowy field have become a cold trace that never fades. The battle has been going on for three full hours. The coalition has a total of 118 thousand troops, and now only less than one-third remains. The adventurers who spontaneously come to participate in this "jihad" from all over the world are almost 100% killed. Waves of troops are sent to the battlefield, and then it is like ink dripping into the sea. No news. .

A total of 70,000 people were buried in this place thousands of miles away from home, but there is still no sign of the end of this war.

The coalition has not yet failed, but it is only holding on with the last trace of strength. Fortunately, the coward died as early as the first wave of charge. Therefore, those who remain are the soldiers who are really favored by courage, their minds. It is like steel, but even real steel, thrown in such a cruel battlefield, will be melted into dross in an instant.

In fact, if it were not for the special nature of the war, after suffering such a terrible war damage ratio, the coalition forces would have collapsed long ago. From the beginning of this war, everyone who set foot on the battlefield knows... it will not surrender, it will not fail, retreat means death, collapse means disaster, this is the confrontation between life and death, or victory. Take everything away, or lose everything in failure, there is never a third way to go.

Natural disasters will not accept compromise. Compromise means death. The first reason this battlefield church gives recruits is: Either hack to death the corpse on the other side, or become one of them.

Hold your sword tightly and use all the courage to swing it, hoping that you can survive to the end.

Lucky is useless on such a battlefield, wherever the undead goes, there is a lonely desolation.

"Hold on, my brother!"

Taelan knelt on the ground, his armor had become tattered, the blood stains on his face had dried up, his helmet hadn’t been thrown there for a long time, and he was holding a handful of death he had chopped down in his hand. The heavy axe snatched from the knight, his original sabre broke long ago, and he didn't even know how many weapons he had changed.

This general, who was still holding on to the front with difficulty, stuffed his only remaining bottle of holy water into the hands of his adjutant. This young man had just been hit head-on by a head of hatred, his abdomen was cut open, and his breastbone was almost shattered. Shizheng leaned hard against the low wall of the line of defense that had become a ruin. The corners of his mouth were constantly twitching, blood pouring from it, he did not accept Tailan’s holy water, but held his arm.

"Ahem...Kill me...Kill me...I don't want to be...a monster, kill me...Give me a decent one!"

"No, my brother, keep going, we will soon win!"

Taelan clung to the adjutant's hand tightly, and he shouted to him, "Don't go to sleep, bastard! When we wake up, we will soon win!"

The young adjutant grinned hard,

"I know...but, but I may...may not see it..."

The hand Taelan was holding lost its power at this moment, and the young general’s expression was frozen on his face.

He lost another brother, damn...this hell...

"Taelan! Back!"

The general was awakened by Dalyan's roar. He suddenly turned around and slashed out with an axe without looking. He chopped off the arm of the death knight who had rushed over and tried to attack. Taelan turned to look around and followed him to the south. Of the 2000 paladins in the Northern War, there were only less than 200 remaining at this time, and a sorrow rose to the heart, but with that came a deep anger.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Taelan held the blood-stained battle axe in both hands, and slashed the death knight in front of him one by one, chopped it into five sections, and then rushed to the jumping ghouls around him, and he waved it. The axe, shouting at a voice that no one understood, chopped down the dead **** one by one, fighting tirelessly.

Until a few minutes later, all the undead, all the undead on the entire Angasa battlefield, whether it is the abomination that has just stepped out of the gate of Angasa, or the ghouls that have invaded the last command of the coalition forces, all the undead, from The noble lich, to the lowest level walking corpse, at the moment that the string in his mind broke, at the moment when the immortal will was completely silent, all the undead looked at the Icecrown Citadel. Direction, and then let out his own roar.

It is like a storm of sound sweeping across the battlefield, like a bell that represents a certain meaning ringing at this moment, like a certain kind of hope...

"puff"

Dalyan was struggling to defend continuously under the attack of the four death knights, but just as the last rune sword was about to fall on his neck, the owner of the long sword suddenly stopped the attack and gave up the possibility of being within easy reach. His victory turned to be sluggish in the direction behind him. It was not just him. Dalyan was awake from the initial shock. He looked back, and the whole battle on the battlefield stopped at this moment. The undead, the vicious and silent , The undead, who seemed to never be defeated, stopped for the first time at this moment the tide of death that was constantly charging forward.

It's like a walking clock stopped at this moment.

The undead's offensive stopped... why?

This question rushed to Dalyan's heart at this moment, causing his exhausted brain to be blocked for a while. Not only him, but the soldiers who survived at this moment, the entire battlefield was lost at this moment, why?

Suddenly, an idea rushed into Dalyan's mind, like a lightning bolt that split the fog, like a grand bell ringing, awakening the sleeping people, and let him fully understand the meaning of the situation right now. .

"Alsace is dead... he is dead!"

Dalyan said to himself, the next moment, endless joy came from the bottom of his heart, he cut the death knight in front of him to the ground with a sword, and then raised his arms and shouted,

"Alsace is dead! We... won! We won!"

Taelan heard this voice, he was also an agitated spirit, he watched like a madman dragging his sword into the stagnant group of undead opposite, slashing and slaying Dalyan while laughing wildly, seeing those who laughed like Dalyan The knights, there are still blood and lingering exhaustion on their faces, but at this time, it is as if the soul has returned to their bodies, as if they were resurrected.

"we won?"

Taelan shook his head. He stared at his hands dullly. They were already covered with blood and wounds. Then he heard cheers from other places on the battlefield, like a burning prairie fire, bursting from a touch of sparks. Come out, and then quickly swept the whole land, everyone is crazy!

The calmest Paladin is like the most maddening savage. Whatever he grabs from the ground, he smashes towards death that will no longer resist, and those mages who completely abandoned their calmness and grace. Hug with the rude warrior, cheering in unison for the arrival of the difficult victory. Far away, in the most anxious part of the war, King Varian wiped the blood off his face and looked back at his son. He was angry. Panting, but his performance on the battlefield for the first time made the king unexpectedly satisfied.

Varian laughed and put his blood-stained hand on Anduin’s shoulder, raised his other hand and pointed to the dark sky that was slowly opening in the distance. It was the ice cap of eternal night. Now It opened, and the golden halo with a cold color highlighted above the dark clouds, and the path to the sky of the Valarjar fortress that Dick specially borrowed, lying horizontally outside the sky like a sword.

It's like a real signal to tell the warriors who are still fighting that victory is here!

"Son, look! We won!"

King Varian held up his head proudly, like a lion patrolling the battlefield. He raised the Sarameni in his hand high. The shining blue-red light was like a rising flag behind him. The **** Union soldiers cheered in unison.

"Alsace is dead! We won!"

On the other side of the battlefield, Thrall raised the Doomhammer in his hand, and the beating blue thunder and lightning continued to fly on the surface of the hammer. Behind him, Garrosh, Draenors and other tribe warriors also Cheers in unison. Opposite them, the original aggressive spider demon was like a rat that was frightened, running quickly, panicking.

They still dominate in numbers, they are still powerful, but victory is far away from them.

Taelan was bathed in the joy of this sudden victory, but he couldn't laugh. His heart was empty. He saw his adjutant, the brave man who died a few minutes before the victory, his face was shown. I didn't know whether it was crying or laughing.

Staggering forward a few steps, Taelan knelt in front of the cold corpse of the young man. He held the palm that had lost his life and temperature. He lowered his head as if praying.

"We won... Hawke, we... won."

Warm tears slipped from the corner of Taelan’s eyes and soon covered his face. He didn’t know why he was crying, but it didn’t matter. He was not the only one crying on the entire battlefield. In the prospect of victory, even if Crying, but also has a different taste.

Maybe it's the joy of being unable to do it, maybe it's the sorrowful escape, maybe it's the feelings that have nowhere to vent...In short, they won and everything is over.

"Taelan, my son!"

A mage with a blood-stained arm walked to Tailan and handed him a sound transmission stone. The tired voice interrupted Tailan's thoughts. It was the voice of his father, Fording.

"We have won...but now is not the time to celebrate. Organize the surviving warriors to evacuate the battlefield and try their best to treat the seriously injured. Our war is over!"

"Then these undead?"

"They will return to the Icecrown Glacier under the will of the new Lich King...no, the commander of the Night Watch Legion, don’t worry, my son, the history of undead natural disasters has passed, all this is in our witness The next thing is going on, the war is over, and the rest, we will talk about it later...Anyway, enjoy the hard-won victory."

Old Fording’s voice was over here, and Taelan still looked puzzled until his brother Dalyan walked up to him and asked in a low voice.

"You have also received the order to retreat?"

"Um...but I don't know what's going on?"

Taelan pointed to the undead around him who had begun to walk towards the Icecrown Glacier. They looked like the real dead, even if they were chopped down by fanatical warriors, they would not fight back.

"Should we continue to attack and completely defeat them?"

Dalyan seemed to know more. He stretched out his hand and patted Taelan on the shoulder.

"Okay, my brother, look around, we only have so few people left, there are still millions, tens of millions... The upper level will properly consider these issues, but I'm very curious... .What the **** is going on with that Night Watch Corps."

"Well, kids!"

As the light of teleportation shattered, the coalition commander appeared next to the young commander, and the old marshal Wen De Sole interrupted Dalyan and Taelan’s whispering. This old soldier had obviously experienced a fight just now. This can be seen from his blood-stained armor. He stretched out his hand and patted the two young men's neck vigorously, just like the way those veterans greeted him.

Marshal Windsor's gaze swept across the two generals,

"Stop talking about these things that have nothing to do with victory. Enjoy victory. This must be a great battle that will go down in the annals of history. We are soldiers. We should do what soldiers should do. Now we should relax, understand?"

The deepness in the old marshal's eyes made Dalyan and Taelan understand his hint, just like Old Fording said, now is not the time to discuss these things.

The battlefield is still noisy, and the remaining soldiers watched those undead who were still fighting just now fall under their weapons without knowing resistance, but silently and stubbornly moved in the direction of Icecrown, like a silence. Migration.

History has turned a new page at this moment. From the beginning of 20 years in the Dark Portal to the end of 25 years in the Dark Portal, the history of undead natural disasters has completely ended in this great migration.

Just like at the end of many stories... History has opened a new page.