"kill!!!"

The rolling snow was like a giant beast rushing in the vast landslide. I don’t know how heavy snow has been accumulated for many years in the Ultratown Mountains. It was like a rocky landslide, rumbling down!

That huge momentum, the snow dust soaring into the sky even boiled dozens of meters high, like a flood drain, stirring up mist in the sky!

The white jade skeletons themselves were as if they were carved with ice and snow. I don’t know whether it was because of their light bones or because these orderly evil creatures really had some tacit understanding with ice and snow. They were actually leaping down like horses and were not flooded by the rolling snow.

In this scenario, with the help of the power of heaven and earth, I am afraid that even the most elite regular soldiers will be frightened, let alone those "spoiled" mage masters?

Most of the mages are still surprised by the snow scene that Dalaran has never seen before. Perhaps some of them are more romantic, and they also want to praise the beautiful winter scenery and complain without any illness.

The avalanche was really abrupt, even more strange than the failure of the magic barrier. It followed the shouts of killing that soared into the sky and echoed in the valley for a long time, and told every city citizen - Dalaran, the holy land of the mage that has always been awesome, was actually attacked!!!

Being caught off guard was completely panicked. Except for some of the regular magic guards of Dalaran who took the initiative to approach the sound, gathered at the east gate. Most mage apprentices, even great mages, first thought of was to quickly set up magic shields, and then hurriedly ran towards their homes, completely forgetting that they had the powerful magic power that was trembling.

I don’t know if it was because of the comfort for too long, or the murderous roar that scared their courage, or just the reaction that humans could instinctively have instinctively facing huge threats. Theory has the strongest destructive power of the entire alliance, and is comparable to the magic holy land of the only nuclear bomb country in the technology plane. At this time, Dalaran, was ashamed of a small countryside village in the countryside harassed by bandits, and was shamelessly in chaos!

In this case, it is afraid that it would be difficult for the so-called magic holy land to concentrate on the so-called magical holy land!

Sad, really sad!

"Give me peace! All apprentices return to their dormitory! All the masters and freelancers go to the central square to gather! Kenry asked the members of the council to obey the orders, and I will see you in the East Gate Square within five breaths! The four suspension bridges are closed, and the magic cannons are ready to warm up! Goblins at the auction house, please take out your treasured weapons. If you lose peace, you will lose your business! Listen to me, Anthonydas, swore, will stand on the front line in this time of danger!!!"

Everyone saw a huge figure suddenly appearing in the central square of Dalaran. The figure floating in the white light is probably not as powerful as a god! Everyone knows that it is the projection of the Chief Member of Kerryt, the actual leader of Dalaran Anthony Dalar! He is calling on everyone to be soldiers!!!

I don’t know if the old mage really has such a huge charm. Those panicked "communities" really calmed down after seeing the huge Anthony image!

It can be seen from the naked eye that circles of white ripples begin to spread to all sides with the central square as the center, conveying a certain soothing power - this projection actually has a large-scale calming magic effect!

At this time, outside Dalaran City, Antonidas's old, wise, but majestic voice sounded. Obviously, it was not himself who used the projection to calm people's hearts. This is probably another masterpiece of Dalaran's magic props.

With the violent elemental fluctuations, the singing of Anthonydas outside the city even overshadowed the rumble avalanche!

"The great king of ice! The great spirit of fog song! Please respond to my summons! I am willing to use my limited life! to exchange great power beyond the limit! Blood Curse - Cold Bloodline!"

Oh my God! The mages who heard the content of Anthonydas chanting all looked out of the city in shock! Due to excessive labor and overloading the power for many years, Anthonydas, who had been in short supply for a long time, resolutely used the blood spell magic that consumed a lot of life in order to withstand this inexplicable impact!!!

The blood curse is not an evil curse, not a black magic, but a mantra that overrides the forbidden curse! Its blood does not refer to evil, but a warning to every spell caster! Use your own blood to guide the curse, and use it with caution!

Many mages who know the blood curse will not only burst into tears when they hear the sound. Perhaps, Anthony Das will become the legend with the shortest lifespan in history. Dalaran owes him too much!

Only Yuan Tiangang, who was also standing outside the east gate and looking at Antonidas in the distance, whose old flesh and blood body began to crystallize elements, sighed slightly.

He knew that no matter how well he covered it up, his youthful aura could not be concealed. The reason why Anthony Das dared to cast the blood curse at this age was probably because he had already seen that his "research" had made "breakthrough" progress. Fortunately, Yuan Tiangang was not a person who only wanted to enjoy the fruits, so he wanted to disappear the traces because...

"I always cast spells with all my heart. I do have what you want here..."

A spiritual message was transmitted, and Anthony Das's tragic aura immediately went three points, replaced by another kind of fearless confidence!

"The ancient earth guards, please obey my call. The rich homeland is being ravaged by evil, come out, the king of the earth element plane! Blood spell - the order of the mother of earth element!!!"

There was no craziest, only the crazier, Anthonydas, whose breath seemed to have become calm, released the second blood curse forbidden method without hesitation! If his flesh and blood body had not been completely crystallized at this moment, and every tendon had turned into ice crystals, I was afraid that his old body would have fallen down without hesitation!

Xiao was like this, obviously, his crystal-shaped face was exhausted. As the spell he chanted in inexplicable language ended, the earth before the tide, suddenly collapsed, and a huge sinkhole appeared!

Boom! Ten thousand horses galloped across the cliff! The Wanjun avalanche with the power of billions of jun, all of them were leaked into the sinkhole that was unknown depth!

From a distance, it looks like a pile of white cloth falling from the spinning wheel. Naturally, those skeleton soldiers who came from snow were also tragically buried under the bottomless abyss!

"Who is it! Which humble existence is calling the name of the Mother of Elements!!!"

Some ancient divine words rumbling from the sinkhole, and the rumbling snow flood did not even stir up any dust. Looking down from the sky, the dim and dim pit seemed to have some kind of intimidation power, gathering into a yellow vortex, connecting another plane!

"roar!!!"

After a moment of no response, the speaker probably felt that his dignity was insulted and roared violently.

At this time, Anthonydas, who summoned the mother of earth elements, was already in another crisis!

Rainbow light! A black rainbow light suddenly popped up from the snow waterfall, reversing the rush!!!

............

"Arsace, where is it!"

Illidan danced coolly with two crescent-like scimitars in his hand. The unique shape of Essinos double-edged blades made it whimpering every time it was swung, and it sounded like countless resentful spirits who had died tragically under the battle blade were wailing.

The fire-colored dragon army was surrounded by the sky and the sun. Behind them, one after another, one elf warrior after another turned over and fell in the Ice Field Square. They were all like Illidan, with a cold expression, and contained a strong murderous intent and fighting spirit. This kind of aura that seemed to come out of the Shura field was completely opposite to the legendary elves that advocated natural peace!

Looking at Darren Cel indifferently, Illidan just kept increasing his own pressure and had no intention of asking repeatedly. The elves are arrogant, and Illidan is one of them. He is born with extreme arrogance and domineeringness. If it weren't for the sake of being a believer in the God of War, I was afraid he wouldn't even bother to say more to the other party.

Darren Sail, who was guarded in the center and is now the strongest man in the human race, is naturally regarded as the temporary commander of the Northern Expedition Army.

He also had a cold face, but he did not intend to argue with Yilidan, but the pressure on him was too strong!

Whether it is Locke or Arthas, although they have the aptitude that mortals do not possess, they still know "humility". Illidan is different, as if they are afraid that others will not know the identity of his divine envoy, and they will always scatter that divine power. In the past, it would be fine to face immortal tribesmen or dragons, but when they meet ordinary humans, the deterrence will undoubtedly be too arrogant.

Huh! Buzz!

With a shaking moon-shaped sword face, holding a wheel-shaped magic weapon spread out like a flat fan, Illidan looked sideways at the deep palace behind Darren. The palace that seemed to be embedded in the mountain wall was the place where Arthas, who was also a messenger, just disappeared.

Inadvertently swept Darren's trembling body, Yilidan realized it in her heart, but she had no intention of apologizing or putting away her breath. Of course, the originally faint anger in her heart was no longer there.

Signing the elves and dragons to guard outside, Illidan strode towards Darren and others. Under his obvious and deliberate divine pressure, all the believers of the God of War silently made way.

Angry? Or unwilling to accept it? In the face of divine power, everything must be taken for granted...

clang!

At the last moment, Darren drew out his sword and barely raised his hand to Illidan.

His sword, his hands, and his people are all trembling. Not everyone has the courage to challenge God's power, especially those individuals who are already in awe of God.

All Darren's courage at this moment was condensed in a thought of resentment. If the God of War was so arrogant, he would still feel able to accept it. Only the mysterious elf who also possessed the aura of the God of War was not the God of War!

"Go aside, because you are a believer of God and you are still pious, I can forgive you for your rudeness this time."

The indifferent voice was just like the high-profile posture just now. Illidan, who issued the warning, even looked at Darren. A legend is not much different from an ant in the eyes of a demigod. A believer is pious but not crazy, and in the eyes of voters, his value is also limited.

Illidan believed that God would not mind missing a specific believer, but as long as the messenger who disappeared, he had the ability to supplement this faith. And for the great cause of spreading the glory of the God of War to the entire plane, and even other worlds, Illidan never doubted that he had the ability to complete it!

"No!!!"

Darren's heart was roaring. It was the flame of anger and stubbornness!

But his actions did not show the tenacity deep in his heart. The trembling sword gradually dropped, just like the trembling right hand...

Facing the divine power released by Illidan once again, Darren Cial compromised...

Illidan smiled softly, and his expression was taken for granted, like a beggar who boldly blocked the aristocratic path. Faced with the forgiveness of the aristocratic master, reason would cause concessions.

But his unemotional smile seemed to be silent irony in Darren's eyes.

The slight sound of Illidan's footsteps gradually moved away, and the elegant elves could even avoid the touch of the breeze while walking.

Darren Cial lowered his head weakly, and he felt the burning and fiery eyes around him, as if everyone was laughing at him. He laughed at his weakness, laughed at his weakness, laughed at him - I don't know what it means...

How could Darren know that he was able to resist a little, and he was already supported by the blessing of the God of War. If it weren't for the grandeur of God, he would have been like others, suppressed by Illidan and could not even move or think...

"Strength! I want to get strength!"

Darren Cial clenched his fists, knelt on the ground with a bang, unconsciously tying out five deep finger marks in the frozen soil...

In his body, some kind of great power of lilac was probably caused by a huge change in his inner consciousness, and was slightly covered with dust.

In fact, to a certain extent, Darren Sail's piety towards the God of War is indeed far more than that of the unremitting and arrogant Illidan. At least the latter who was transformed into a voter and given the blood of the gods was only a bad nature. But the highest creed in his heart was always loyal to the God of War! Darren was different. Perhaps, he who believed in the God of War was mostly to gain stronger strength or to create a glorious banner for his goals that he had long lost!

It is true faith to worship because of trust. Pure dedication and nothing to ask for.

But apart from the undead and the elves, what kind of creatures are there that are so simple and pure?

Only by gaining it will be believed, unless it is transformed by God, such as Illidan and Arthas, change from the essence. Others pray for this and that all day long, which is a false belief in the end! Perhaps, it may be a more "pious" false belief!

The kind of trust that only needs to be trusted is transactions that are more realistic, but not pure enough and not precious.

Chu Xiang frequently brought down divine grace during the journey of Alsace's army to Northrend, and did not intend to establish a certain "concept" - you can get rewards by giving faith.

This does not mean that he appreciates "pragmatism".

This is just because of actual needs. The believers cannot be frozen to death or exhausted. Moreover, not every human being is so greedy and requires excessive effort. What's more, he who becomes a god is also supernatural and human nature.

Don’t you hear that God said: Those who believe in me can obtain eternal life. Instead of: those who believe in me can have eternal life. This means the same for God. When you get enough, you will have to reduce your reward. This is not a clear transaction, but a favor. But for mortals, the two are completely different.

Compared to what he gives to humans, he actually gives to the elves silently.

Thousands of elite soldiers selected from the Northern Expedition Army were suppressed by less than a thousand elves at this moment, which was not just a power. A certain kind of unique sense between believers and believers, those who were not pious enough, were finally embarrassed to see others in front of real believers.

Unfortunately, as the first group of believers in the human world, the army of tens of thousands of humans, how could they really not find some crazy believers? But the power is not directly equivalent to faith, at least for a short period of time, this is not the case.

God has always been fair. You don’t need to urge you to get as much as you pay. If you are obsessed with the gains and losses of appearances, then you have fallen into the quagmire and will eventually fall into the evil path.

His eyes were clear and sincere...

Faith is never equal to quantity.

............

Who is calling me?

I heard it, it seemed to be sadness that penetrated deep into my bones.

My friend, why do you cry...

Why, I seem to understand your voice?
To be continued...