Chapter 211 The Legend End (Second Update 5000+Please vote)

I am moving towards depravity step by step in the design arrangement of the dark force.

I accepted the call of darkness and gave up the glorious past;

Sell ​​your soul and get almost eternal power.

After experiencing the dark death, we set foot on the battlefield of slaughter - the clamor of ghouls, the roaring gargoyles, the beauty of cold evil gathering blood on the blade...

Blow the horn of charge, and the breath of death is as firm as ever!

My enemies, I will linger you like a lingering nightmare!

I'm the Death Knight!

We oppress all living beings!!!

---The Death Knight's Manifesto

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A huge fault appeared on the ice and snow passage between the vanguard troops of the Undead's natural disaster and the main force of the Undead. The surging sea water splashed from the fault, rolling dozens of walking corpses who could not dodge into the sea and disappeared.

For a time, the multi-level offensive of the undead natural disaster was fundamentally forcibly broken by the high elves magicians...

All the high elf warriors who saw this situation were full of energy. As the commander, Salorien, the morning seeker, took the opportunity to raise the dragon-casting holy sword Quildera, shouted out a battle roar to increase morale:

"The eternal sun guides us! Queldore is invincible!"

"For the glory of Quel'thalas, the Sun-Raging Legion, kill!"

"For the glory of Quel'thalas!" The high elf warriors responded in unison, and their voices shook the sky.

Amid this high-pitched roar, hundreds of yards swept through, and the striker of the Scourge Corps and the soldiers on the defense line of the High Elves' Tide Flats collided fiercely!

The melee between the mudflats began!

But the high elves warriors in the fierce battle had no time to care about it, and no one noticed that the broken ice was refrozen quickly at a speed visible to the naked eye.

No one noticed the mockery at the corner of Alsace's mouth...

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The attack of the Scourge was extremely fierce.

Although the rangers' arrows were shot continuously for a while, and even though the magicians' magic strikes fell frequently, the natural disaster troops still pressed against the rain of arrows and the flying fireballs.

Under the leadership of three ninth-level death knights, the vanguard troops, which were originally composed of elite undead, were quite powerful in combat. Faced with these truly elite undeads, even the arcane guards could not completely suppress them. In the first wave of collisions, seven hard-to-destroy mechanical guards were blown up and their energy cores were turned into a pile of scrap copper and iron.

Albaz* Blood Poison pulled out the long mace with blood rune energy in his hand, which was shining with blood rune energy from an arcane guard's pierced chest. He ignored the current running around the body of the mechanical guard whose energy core was shattered. He kicked the scrap iron away with a sudden kick and then turned his head proudly and looked at the other two death knights provocatively.

There are struggles where there are people.

Even among the death knights of the Lich King who swore allegiance, because of their personality, habits, and even their identity camps during their lifetime, they are always open and secretly fighting. It is common for them to provoke each other and show off their achievements.

However, what made Albaz's Blood Poison feel boring or annoyed was that neither the always boring Sasarien nor the Kortira Weaver, who had always been unfavorable with him, ignored his provocation. Especially the bastard of the Kortira Weaver, after destroying an arcane guard, even the one who looked at him was detained. Instead, he held the rune sword tightly and stared at a high elf warrior standing in front of the formation with a sharp blade. He even had nervousness and anxiety in his expression...

Following the look of Kortira, the cruel and vicious Albaz* Blood Poison was stunned for a moment at this glance, and then the muscles in his body were instantly tense, and his originally arrogant face instantly became gloomy and vicious, but under the hideous expression, the Death Knight seemed to be concealing the horror in his heart.

"Kortira, Albaz, I didn't expect to meet you again in this situation!"

Salorien held the gorgeous Queldra with one hand, and glanced at the two former compatriots and juniors with regret, anger and sad eyes. He paused for a moment. After adjusting his emotions, Salorien suddenly roared in an irrepressible voice: "Do you still want to help the evil! Do you still have to continue to slash the butcher knife at the former compatriots?"

As the most talented warrior of the high elves for thousands of years, Salorian, who has been experiencing the threshold of the hero level for many years, is recognized by the High elves who are most likely to become the first hero-level warrior. It is precisely because of this that the first king of the Sun Crawler Dynasty, Dasrema Sun Crawler, entrusted Queldera, the extraordinary holy sword that was of great significance to Queldore before his death and entrusted Salorian, the morning seeker to keep.

Salorien, holding the holy sword Quildera, has been fighting on the dangerous front line for thousands of years in the battle with the trolls, and countless trolls died under his command! This man forced himself to create his own legend with the blood of the trolls. Even though he had never been able to advance to the hero level, Salorien's reputation has long been sung among the thousands of households in Quilthalas, becoming a well-known hero in Quildore.

It is no exaggeration to say that the status of the Salorien morning seeker in the minds of the high elves is equivalent to the status of Grom Hellscream among orcs, and they are all god-level figures!

Many of their generation, including the two high elf Death Knights, have grown up from hearing the legendary story of the man in front of them since childhood... What's more, even if they haven't broken through to the hero level, Salorien, holding the holy sword, is not something that the two death knights can compete with... But now they are fighting with their childhood idols and living legends. It's no wonder that the two previous arrogance Death Knights become hesitant and hesitant!

The Death Knight's silence did not calm Salorian's anger, and the burning rage in his chest made the high elf warrior ask:

"Look at your feet, this is Queldanas Island, behind me is the Well of the Sun! Is it not enough that you slaughtered your compatriots, and you should completely defiled the butcher of helping this holy land and bring indelible disasters to the tribe members to be satisfied?"

"Back to me, you two cowards!"

Looking at the two young juniors who fell into darkness, Salorien was in anger, and blood-red anger filled his whole body. His fierce momentum locked in the two silent death knights, suppressing Coltila, and Albaz and the others were almost breathless.

After a long silence, Albaz* Blood Poison raised his head suddenly and changed the body of a lich for himself, thereby dispelling the confusion and fear in his heart. Then Albaz* Blood Poison, who jumped off the skeleton war horse, held the long mace in both hands, and cursed at Salorien in front of him with an extremely vicious tone:

"Shut up your stinky mouth, old guy! The Scourge is invincible, and anyone who resists the Lich King will die!"

Amid the curse, the Death Knight had already raised his long mace and shot a fierce straight stab. Sasarien, who had been silent on the side, turned his head to speak at his friend Kortira with a plain expression:

"Don't forget our identity. The soldiers' duty is to obey orders! And the task assigned to us by Prince Arthas is to kill all the resisters... The orders must not be disobeyed!"

After saying that, Sasarien also jumped off his bone horse and joined the battle. He cooperated with Albaz's offensive without saying a word, and the long sword came up with a horizontal slash.

Ignoring Albaz's blood poisonous curse, and even caring about the siege of the two death knights. With Queldra easily resisting the joint attack between Sasarien and the others, Salorien turned his eyes to the Kortira who was sitting on the horse, who continued to roar loudly, hoping that this fallen junior could wake up.

"Don't let that demon control your will, Kortira! You must stick to your once unswerving belief! Prove it to me that you are not a coward! No!"

However, Kortira's next move completely shattered the glimmer of hope in the heart of Salorien's morning seeker.

Gently jumped off the horse, Kortira lowered her head in a gloomy and painful expression and gently stroked her rune sword. After a struggle, the high elf Death Knight murmured in a depressed tone: "Dust return to dust, soil return to soil... It's too late, Senior Salorien... I... can't turn back..."

As he spoke, Kortira's tone gradually became shrill, and he roared like crazy: "I am the Knight of Death! We oppress all living beings!"

In Salorian's gradually obscure eyes of regret and regret, Koultila, with a ferocious look, threw out a terrifying death entanglement, and then he picked up the big sword and pounced on his childhood idol...

"Since that's the case... let me give you redemption!"

Salorien's eyes gradually became cold, but the anger that wrapped around his body further expanded and boiled. The holy sword Quildera in his hand seemed to feel the anger and pain of his master, and suddenly burst out with a brilliant magic light!

"Die!"

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Salorien is very strong.

With half a foot in the hero level, he has already gained combat power that is no less than the hero's first position with the help of the power of the holy sword Quildra who has been with him for many years.

The Ninth-level Death Knight is not the opponent of this legendary figure at all, even the three top Death Knights can't cooperate with each other.

Dozens of rendezvous have passed, and Salorien, who is standing with a sword, is just slightly panting without any injury. However, Sasarien, Coultila and Albaz are already covered in bruises. The strong Sagang armor cannot resist the sharpness of the Dragon-cast Blade, and the armor of the three death knights has long been broken.

Albaz was almost cut off by Queldra's sword, and a hideous scar was left on his chest. If he had not maintained the body of a lich and became a dead creature, blood loss alone would have been enough to destroy his body and soul;

Kortira's standard rune sword was cut off when he just parried Salorien's slam. Now he had to pick up the sword of a dead high elf warrior and continue to struggle to support it;

Sasarien, who was a human during his lifetime, was attacked the least frequently in the battle just now. Even so, his armor was no longer able to continue wearing. He had to fight desperately with his upper body, gritting his teeth and struggling...

Salorien is worthy of being a brave general who once trolls the battlefield, and his strength is far beyond the imagination of the three Death Knights.

The battle between the four people entered a stalemate for a while. However, although it seemed that both sides were evenly matched, the three death knights understood that in the next battle, the man on the opposite side could easily harvest their heads on their necks at any time...

Just as the three Death Knights were preparing to make a final desperate attempt, the Salorien-Xinging Morning suddenly changed his expression!

"All the soldiers are moving closer to me!" Without paying attention to the three deadly death knights, Salorien jumped with a gloomy face, jumped over the heads of countless walking corpses, and made a loud order before returning to the defense line!

"Hawksbill! Take the Rangers troops to escort the mages to retreat! Hurry!"

"Salorion...you..."

"I don't have time to explain!" The high elf war god suddenly interrupted the King of Rangers' inquiry, and continued to order in an unquestionable tone: "Hold me, tell all the comrades on the defense line along the way to retreat and retreat directly to the Well of the Sun!

"Tell His Majesty the King about the battle situation here. The task of blocking the enemy on the tidal flat has failed!" Salorien's eyes were filled with unwillingness and hatred, and the tone of giving orders was filled with humiliation!

Looking along the gaze of the high elf God of War, the sharp eyes of the ranger King Hawksbill were surprised to find that the ice layer on the sea that was interrupted by the magicians had frozen again, even thicker and stronger than before!

And on the wide ice surface, endless undead natural disasters were roaring and running wildly! At this moment, the King of Rangers finally understood why the person who regarded honor as life Salorien* would give the order to retreat... The overwhelming walking corpse was not a line of defense that more than ten thousand people could resist!

An urgent roar exploded in the ears of the Ranger King, and Salorian's loud shout seemed particularly harsh on the noisy battlefield:

"Why are you still standing there? Hurry up and take your subordinates to escort the magicians to retreat! The magicians army is our only support against the Scourge, and we must not lose it!"

"Then you..." Hawksbill looked at the high elf war god with an anxious look on his face. He already understood his old friend's plan...but he was unwilling to give up...

"I will lead the soldiers to cut off the rear and buy time for your retreat. Someone must stay and delay their pace... Someone must make sacrifices!" Salorien smiled at his old friend, but his eyes became sharper and his face became firmer...

"Soldiers of the Sun Wrathful Legion! Today I, Salorien, will be killed here with you!"

"For the eternal glory of the well of the sun, for the glory and pride of Queldore…."

"Fight to death and never retreat!"

The roar of Salorian's battle was deafening and fierce!

"Fight to death and never retreat!"

There was no trace of cowardice or fear on the faces of the high elf warriors, and they shouted with firm beliefs and high fighting spirit! The sonorous oaths were stirring in the sea breeze and lasted forever!

The King of Rangers Hawksbill finally looked at his old friend who was generous in the national crisis, gritted his teeth and held back tears and issued a loud order to retreat...

Although all the rangers and magicians looked sad and angry, no one violated the order and wasted time. Because they could not afford to buy the time they bought for them at the cost of their comrades' robes...

A moment later, under the desperate obstacle of the high elf warriors, the Rangers and the Magicians Legion finally broke away from the battle and disappeared from the sight of the undead natural disaster. Without the firepower suppression and cover of the long-range troops, the battle on the mudflat battlefield became more and more tragic...

Every second, natural disasters and undead were killed, and every second, warriors from the Sun-Raging Legion were killed and sacrificed... With their full determination to die, the high elf warriors forced to hold the natural disaster army that was ten times more than ten times their flesh and blood...
To be continued...