Volume 10: Doomsday Storm Chapter 622: The Fate of a Hero
Medivh's expression changed, and the players behind him were even more confused. Where did this group of people come from?
Among them, some who are familiar with the history of World of Warcraft can already vaguely guess the origins of these people.
"Oh my god, can you pull people from a parallel universe?"
"Wait a minute, there are parallel universes in this game? The game company really spent a lot of money."
"It doesn't matter who I kill. These heroic bosses are the best in the game. Killing them will also give you equipment."
"You're right, Arthas is holding Frostmourne, right? Damn it, brothers, come together and kill him!"
"Blood Roar, I'll just make a Blood Roar."
"Doomhammer is fine too."
Everyone shouted and rushed towards the reinforcements brought from the parallel universe.
The people in the parallel universe here have already prepared for the battle. Although their numbers are much smaller than those of the opposite side, each of them is very strong and their strength is not weaker than that of the other side. It can even be said that they are even stronger.
However, both sides have many internal conflicts. Not to mention that the players have their own ulterior motives, the reinforcements from the parallel universe are also suspicious of each other. They are even enemies in another universe. Therefore, the cooperation between the two sides cannot be said to be very good. As a result, there is no cooperation at all and they fall directly into a melee.
In other directions of the battlefield, the bosses of the Dragon God camp also noticed the movement here.
Arthas heard an explosion far behind him, and when he turned around his face suddenly changed.
Oh no, big brother is in danger!
He looked ahead at Tirion Fordring and knew that he had to fight quickly.
He suddenly raised the Void-Breaking Blade in his hand, and the power in his body burst out instantly - Void Shadow Slash!
He swung his sword and instantly disappeared into the void. Tirion Fordring was slightly stunned, and the next second Arthas suddenly appeared in front of him, slashing at him with the sword.
Tirion Fordring was taken aback, as he had never seen such a move before. However, his rich combat experience allowed him to change his moves and block it in an instant.
Clang! With the sound of metal clashing, the Voidbreaker, as worthy of being a divine weapon, directly cut off the sword of Tirion Fordring's Highlord, and the blade was against Tirion Fordring's neck.
Fording smiled with relief. He never expected that he would be defeated by his own apprentice.
"Go ahead, Arthas, do what you have to do."
"No, I won't kill your Uncle Fording. I know you can't understand what I'm doing, but I hope you can believe me. Brother Aidan will never destroy the world. He is saving the world and saving everyone." Arthas said solemnly. He retracted the sword and ignored Fording. With a whistle, he summoned the Storm Dragon Roar Wind and flew towards the entrance of the Pillars of Creation.
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"Illidan, look at what you have done. You summoned the Burning Legion into this world. You disappoint ." Malfurion glared at Illidan and roared while pointing at the battlefield around him.
Illidan showed disdain on his face. "My dear brother, your narrow vision prevents you from seeing the truth of the matter. You have been fooled. This time I am on the side of justice."
"That's enough. I've had enough of your sweet talk. Look at what you look like now. You're a demon. I should have buried you completely long ago!"
Awooo! Malfurion roared, and instantly transformed into a giant bear more than ten meters long, with thorns all over his body, claws like steel hooks, fangs like scimitars, and a pair of scarlet beast eyes on his ferocious face, and pounced towards Illidan.
"Let's see who looks more like a monster between us!" Illidan also became angry and transformed into a big demon, rushing towards the giant bear.
The two horrible monsters collided with each other and bit each other, fighting like two wild beasts.
Malfurion is indeed powerful, but with the blessing of the artifact Eye of Sargeras, Illidan becomes more and more courageous.
Chaos Storm!
Boom! The powerful force knocked Malfurion to the ground. A ball of chaotic energy gathered on Illidan's demon claws. However, looking at his brother, Illidan still hesitated.
This pause of less than a second brought about a fatal consequence.
Arrow of the Moon Goddess!
Puff! Illidan felt a sharp pain in his chest, and when he lowered his head, an arrow emitting bright moonlight pierced deeply into his heart.
Illidan raised his head angrily, but when he saw the person who shot the arrow, he was stunned and his face suddenly became unbelievable. It was Tyrande. She bent the bow and shot another arrow.
Illidan suddenly stretched out his hand and caught the arrow in mid-air. Although he missed, his heart seemed to bleed as he looked at his beloved who attacked him.
"Tyrande... my beloved... you..."
Arrow of the Moon Goddess!
Tyrande shot another arrow coldly.
Illidan smiled bitterly, and suddenly realized how ridiculous his infatuation for the past ten thousand years was. His expression gradually became ferocious. Tyrande couldn't help but feel nervous. Just when she thought Illidan was going to attack her, Illidan suddenly turned his head and fled towards the entrance of the Pillars of Creation.
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High Overlord Saurfang: "God damn it, Go'el, what has possessed you to kill your own brother? And to hang out with the man who murdered your father!"
Thrall (The Apocalypse): "He is not my brother, he is just a monster. Yes, I finally understand what the fate that Lord Dragon God is talking about is!"
Thrall's eyes looked around vaguely. The moment he killed the Young Wolf Lord, something touched his consciousness and he seemed to hear a voice whispering in his ear.
Everything in front of him suddenly became distorted, and a strange red light appeared above the heads of those adventurers who were fighting.
He seemed to suddenly remember some things that he had overlooked in the past, some details that seemed strange to him, and at this moment they all became clear to him.
"The orcs who were enslaved are not demons, but something more terrifying. But I have awakened. I will follow the Lord Dragon God and give you freedom. Saurfang - don't stand in my way!"
Boom! The sound of the explosion made Thrall turn his head, his expression suddenly changed - "Pillar of Creation! Lord Dragon God!"
He quickly floated into the air and flew towards the entrance of the Pillars of Creation.
Saurfang wanted to intercept him, but Tyrant Blade shouted immediately, "Dranosh, stop him! I believe in you! Old Hou, you also go with Thrall to rescue Aidan, don't let Aidan lose, I'll take care of it here!"
A young orc warlord immediately stood in front of Saurfang.
Dranosh Saurfang (Warlord of the Blade): "You are up against an old man like me!"
"Dranosh? Are you little Saurfang?" King Saurfang was stunned. The enemy in front of him turned out to be his own son . He was immediately furious and said, "I am your father! Get out of my way!"
Little Saurfang was not convinced: "I only follow the orders of the Warchief!"
Fearless slash!
Overlord Saurfang screamed in anger, "Ba Dao Wuqing, you bastard! Come here and die!"
Badao Wuqing was unmoved. He directed the battle while paying attention to the situation at the Pillar of Creation. "Aidan, Aidan, you must not lose. I have sent all the old men to you. You must not default on the payment of the one billion. My financial freedom depends on this one."
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Ding ding ding!
The two swords, Frostmourne and Quel'Zaram, continued to collide. Lothar and Varian both used all their strength at this time, not holding back at all, and exerted all their power.
Although Frostmourne in Vary's hands is powerful, the weapon used by Lothar is equally extraordinary. His sword is called Quel'Zalamu, which means "noble" sword in Thalassian. This sword is the holy sword forged by the Pantheon to fight against the Burning Legion. It is said that even Sargeras cannot resist the sharp blade of this sword.
In the original history, Anduin Lothar used this sword to kill Medivh who was possessed by Sargeras.
However, this sword also has a fatal weakness: it cannot be used against people with noble character. When the holder uses it to deal with a noble person, it will lose its power.
Historically, Anduin Lothar was dueling with Orgrim Doomhammer in the Battle of Blackrock Mountain when his sword suddenly broke and he was killed by Orgrim.
"Varian, what has led you so deep into the darkness? Turn back while you still have a chance."
"Uncle, I know exactly what I'm doing, and I have my reasons for doing it - don't push me!"
Losa sneered, "Oh, really? Then I'm curious, is that reason enough for you to kill your own blood relatives with your own hands?"
The expression on Varian's face changed. His parents were both dead, and his uncle could be said to be his closest relative.
Even with swords pointed at each other, it is still difficult to make up one's mind.
"Why, is it so hard to answer? I thought you had lost all your humanity..."
boom!
A huge explosion interrupted their conversation.
Varian followed the sound of the explosion and looked towards the Pillars of Creation. His face suddenly changed - Brother Aidan was in danger!
Lothar smiled when he saw it, "Your dark master's evil plan is about to be stopped. Let go, Varian, you are not completely corrupted yet!"
Varian gritted his teeth, his eyes showing a determined look. "Uncle Blossa, my answer is - yes, even you can't stop me."
Lothar sighed, "Come on, boy!"
The two rushed towards each other at the same time.
clang!
The swords crossed each other, and Lothar looked in disbelief at Frostmourne that pierced his chest and the broken sword in his hand.
This is impossible! Quel'Zalamu is indestructible, only noble people can... He thought in disbelief, but if his sword can break, doesn't that mean...
He looked at Varian, who had a painful expression on his face, and suddenly smiled with relief.
"Go Varian... do what you should do..." After saying that, he fell to the ground dejectedly.
Varian looked at Lothar's body, and the pain in his eyes gradually turned into determination.
He rushed towards the entrance of the Pillar of Creation without looking back.
