mtlumby2d Chapter 468 We are here to help you
Chapter 468 We are here to help you
"Brother, are you okay?"
A silver gauntlet appeared before the miserable knight who had just been freed from the chains of death and was warmed by the holy light.
In less than a moment, the knight, freed from the fear of "swinging", grabbed the helping hand in front of him with the inner leather gloves that no longer had silver armor.
On this battlefield, he quickly stood up and said, "Brother, I need a weapon."
Hearing his brother's request, the tall blond knight didn't think much about it.
He drew the long sword from his waist with one hand and handed it over, saying, "No problem, brother."
There are many brothers in the Silver Hand like them, both inside and outside the organization, but few of them pass weapons to each other like them.
Just because of one thing, the force of one of the two is...
"Thank you, brother."
"Brother, you're welcome."
As soon as the young blond knight finished speaking, the middle-aged black-haired knight, who had just steady his sword, turned around and launched a fearless holy light charge.
"Arthas, the Holy Light will not forgive you!"
"Death, great Death, wishes you good luck in the future!"
Throwing one hand upwards, the clone of an elven female Windrunner coughing up blood and holding two swords fell into the distant earth and dissipated. Arthas said this as he looked at a group of paladins rushing towards him.
——This is the continuation of the last episode, where the skit and the plot are separated.
"Gavinrad... Doom, you are so bold!"
With a wave of the sword... and a wave of the "stick", Arthas used the back of the sword to "stick" the confused middle-aged black-haired paladin away.
After failing so many times, he is still so radical.
So what if there is no influence of shadow power?
Send him flying high again for a real alternative experience.
There was no time to see how far and high the "baseball" or "badminton" flew, because what he had to face next was...
Another Wind Walker clone said: "Monster, the justice of Holy Light has come!"
The messenger of light, who only has six white wings, is becoming more and more exhausted: "Accept the judgment!"
Before dawn, the continuous high-intensity output had gradually overwhelmed him.
The "good disciple" on the opposite side may not have "strong" output, but in terms of sustained ability, it is undoubtedly better than most people present.
Fearless and True Unity: "In the name of Holy Light, charge!"
"Silver Hand, by Tyr, we will cleanse the filth of Menethil today!"
"Traveler, we must stop all enemies from entering Benodiril!"
……
"I want to eat!"
"For Ner'zhul!"
"How dare you, you unscrupulous people, make irresponsible comments... Come on!"
After hearing these words, some people were more active than the undead "army". They instantly jumped up into the air, flipped flexibly into a high-speed ball to accumulate energy, and prepared to kick downwards.
"Fool... So stupid..."
"You idiot! Eat my..."
"Only a fool who didn't take many protective measures would jump in such a situation!"
As the ice blade "bullet" accurately hit the sole of his foot, a piece of ice fell from the brave ranger general's teeth and was caught by a group of loyal rangers.
"Ugh."
An indifferent and arrogant sigh came from the mouth of Arthas, who was hiding his face in his heart.
"Very good, follow me, warriors of Lordaeron!"
"Arthas! You are not worthy to call them..."
"Oh... the little ball of doom coughs up blood and rises into the air again."
"Ugh!"
Little fly ball of bad luck, unable to refute.
How many times have I been hurt?
"Follow me, warriors of the Scourge!"
……
"You... poof."
Arthas chopped the sword away and sealed his mouth. Arthas said, "Holy Light, you will come back again!"
Facing a huge crowd of people... a mixed "motley" army of humans, dwarves, gnomes and elves, Arthas unknowingly returned to his invincible saddle and thrust his sword forward into the air.
The army formed by the split Corrupted Dragon has been wiped out... just a few scattered pieces of land, and these small numbers are about to be destroyed at this time.
It was as if it had been scattered and divided by some sharp weapon;
Because of some arrows that hit the bull's eye;
Those who had their chests and stomachs pierced by some magic balls;
Completely annihilated because of some energy.
Their miserable appearances varied, but they were all sent off "dignifiedly" in the prelude to the "glorious" landing battle.
Even if a lucky result is achieved, it will be covered by a swarm of living beings because it is too brave, and finally only "debris" and dust will be left.
Little Nana really gave him a surprise. She quietly deployed this group of hidden rangers and mages in a duel where he was unaware of the situation.
Good, that’s really great!
The defenseless corpses of the undead fell like a bloody rain, all aimed at him, and shot arrows at him...
Is she trying to tell me that I am not "me"? !
"Xinana: Judging from your performance, shouldn't you be super strong?"
Thawed, shook himself up, forced himself to get up and shoot arrows.
"Jidana: A sword breaks through the air, and ice rises suddenly! "
Take the baby and walk quietly and freely through the Xinana wall.
"Ke Xiaona: Seeing you guys chatting across levels, I... cover my face."
Unbelievable ignorance.
"After you took that move, I'll ask you to take... my second move!"
With a loud bang, Uther and other paladins were knocked back by a sword. They gathered the holy light and became Arthas' "shield".
The Shield of Holy Light did not block the Dark Death Sword in front of it at this moment, but only blocked the various long-range attacks that were fired in volley.
With a whoosh, Lor'themar and other rangers lowered their heads to see the crackling sound of ice spikes diagonally below their field of vision, and the frost "forest" spreading towards them.
Feeling that the fallen prince still had some strength left, he prepared to pierce through them all with one blow, and then they all dispersed...
They all waved their hands, and beams of azure magic power gathered towards a high elf.
Gathering this terrifying ball of magic, Sylvanas roared ferociously: "Look, this is the power of the arcane, despicable death knight!"
"Humph!"
Hearing this, Arthas looked indifferent. He made a prompt decision and slashed out again with a combination of ice thorns, sword and wind.
"Knight: From what I saw before, I wanted you to be an undercover agent, not to be the "big sister" on the other side."
Sylvanas was extremely speechless at this identical sword move.
She finally understood that Arthas was such a big fool that he couldn't even understand eye hints.
Her expression changed and she rubbed her hands together, saying, "Haha, then take my attack head-on, Butcher of Lordaeron!"
"Xinana: No, have we ever talked about this topic? ! "
Understanding the meaning of the Ranger General who was rubbing his hands with the "Spirit Bomb", Arthas shouted sternly: "Sylvanas, you will regret it!"
"Knight: I finally understand. You have contracted a serious disease of Sylvanas Windrunner. It seems that your brain is not in good condition!"
During the cold war private chat, Sylvanas raised the giant blue ball high and threw it with all her might at the Death Knight who was repelling his opponents with swords.
"Everyone else retreat immediately!"
"See the power of our unity, Arthas!"
"Xinana: Something, why don't you just hint at it yourself and tell me about it? !"
"Harduron, go back to Eversong Forest and practice for a hundred years before coming back!"
After kicking the brave Bright Wing handsome man away, Arthas calmly slashed forward with a furious sword and said, "Windrunner, you will regret this!"
"Knight: Something, you're shouting so loudly, you're not Old Fording from Icecrown Citadel!"
However, people like Uther and Lor'themar, who relied on his old brother, didn't have so much trouble.
As soon as they saw the huge ball of pure arcane, they felt tremendous pressure.
This powerful and pure power... a sword broke through the air, a crystal ice sword, cut through the giant ball, and set off a hurricane.
However, the arcane sphere still exploded with its already eternal power.
The moment it came into contact with the slashing sword, it lay flat, split in two, and opened with the wind, gradually cracking and exploding.
Boom! Strong violet... azure or dark magic radiated out, passively devouring everything around them and everything in their direction.
Some coalition soldiers were slowly "blocked" and retreated by the scattered explosive wind before the general protection force's barrier could get close.
The outward-spreading strong wind even forced some soldiers who had not leaned on the sturdy "tree stumps" behind them to gradually leave the ground with their feet.
Of course, some soldiers who still have strength left are trying their best to "pull" their brothers and sisters who can no longer bear the pressure to a safe area.
However, the dark power of death was unnoticed by others.
Before it reached the door, it suddenly dissipated, leaving only a powerful and mighty arcane wind.
If soldiers with strong perception can pay more attention... some soldiers have already noticed, the enemy may not have been defeated yet.
At the same time, the knight who had just swung out a powerful sword to break through the air, his figure seemed to disappear under this thick magic power.
The Death Knight, Arthas, who was closest to the center of the explosion, was instantly enveloped by azure magic.
These scattered magic powers passively wanted to permeate his arcane magic.
They instinctively tried various methods, and "terrifyingly" attempted to penetrate his body in every possible way.
I want to transform him into a part of the arcane, into arcane dust, arcane crystal, arcane soul...
Or "accidentally" destroy it.
"drink!"
Seeing this bad situation, Sylvanas's face darkened, she shouted loudly, and clasped her hands together.
Suddenly, the terrifying magical wind stopped.
Even if they wanted to create a different kind of hurricane like before, they were powerless and could only gather towards the center of the previous target.
She knew whether the old "brother" was gone or not, and he definitely was.
But the soldiers behind her might accidentally produce some unexpected results because of her careless attention to other things.
Although her memory and elf body were good, she was still unable to protect them in the first place, and the floating grabber behind her grabbed the soldiers on the ground.
This was because not all the soldiers with their feet facing backwards were sent to a safe area by the soldiers who still had strength left.
She had been quietly practicing this "skill" during her past experiences, and she had hoped that she would be able to shine at the right time.
But this kind of "brilliance" was not only something she never expected,
Or maybe it was because she was "overexcited" at the moment and was afraid of losing control, so she quickly transformed into this magical "fireworks" method.
"what!"
Opening and closing her arms, Sylvanas said solemnly, "Lor'themar... Farstriders, keep shooting!"
Subconscious memory habits do not mean everything, she said this seriously with her eyes wide open.
"Fire Prince: I never knew Sylvanas had such control over the arcane.
It turns out that people who hide their incompetence have always been... self-righteous elves. Have they always been elves like us? 』
"Kana: The tall hidden snooper who just arrived! Actually, "yourself" is also OK. "
"Jidana: Today, I will witness the end of the elf punk!"
Click! (The kind with sparkling eyes)
Patting his good brother on the shoulder, Halduron wiped the blood from his dry cough, gave Lor'themar a look that you understand, and shot the first arrow.
"General, we are here to help you!"
In response, Lor'themar pulled his bow and said to his good brother: "General, we are here to help you!"
Beside them, Liadrin and other travelers, who looked suspicious, said, "General, we are here to help you!"
The demon king who was watching the show, Tichondrius, who had transformed into a handsome white-haired elf, also drew his bow and inserted it into the waves and said, "General, we are here to help you!"
In short, he changed his mind.
Just because of one thing, he thinks Sylvanas Windrunner has the most "potential" at the moment!
With the help of a group of high elves and various travelers, the disappearing figure in the center of the rich blue magic suddenly made his heart beat.
Bang bang bang.
Is this the treatment of a villain who was beaten to death by a group of righteous people? !
"General Windrunner, we are here to help you too!"
The six-winged angel...the white six-winged paladin Uther seemed exhausted.
The Holy Light favored him once again, allowing him to drag his tired body up again, raise his hammer, and join the battlefield with the Holy Light.
My disciples, this should be the very last!
"Ker-Na: No... Grandpa Uther, Master, Master, you are too happy too early."
"Jidana: Oh yeah! The great old stubborn Lightbringer has risen again on behalf of the Sandbag Paladin!"
"General Windrunner, we are here to help you too!"
With the example set, a new group of soldiers who had been prepared for a long time also shouted in unison to help General Xinana!
This is because the number of people that can form a large circle for a beating has a limit, and the rest can only serve as a logistics support team.
“Everyone…Everyone…”
Feeling the support from loyal rangers like Lor'themar behind her and around her, Sylvanas paused, tears welling up in her heart.
That's right, she has been working hard to change, and what she wants is...
"Bah!"
A high-pitched voice rang out in the common language, and Arthas, with a pair of sea-green death eyes, broke the ball with another sword.
But this time, there was no strong wind, only the sound that resounded through the sky.
It is absolutely impossible to "kill one's own relatives for the sake of justice" in the current situation. Only the evil villain can appear immediately to extinguish this "impulse".
Time is very tight... time...
"Arthas, you're done!"
With her cheeks flushed, Sylvanas quickly retorted coldly.
“Haha…haha…the end of the world is coming!”
As a last resort, Arthas squatted down and thrust his sword skillfully, tearing the earth apart.
But what he was thinking was:
You...and again...if you hadn't hinted to me...
Jaina, you are really possessed by the Holy Light of Icecrown Citadel, right?!
"Ke Xiaona: Actually, if you don't want any dark history, then there will be no dark history.
Two eyes shining brightly.jpg』
"Jidana: Kill that little bastard. I won't allow you to secretly look for the little bastard!
Taught by my baby in my arms.jpg
Click click click.
Faced with the scene of the earth being easily torn apart by Arthas and the bursting of cold air, Sylvanas and others worked together and concentrated their strength to seal the area of the crack in the earth.
"That's it?"
As Sylvanas asked the question even though she already knew the answer, beams of holy light and arcane power forcibly "straightened" the earth, stopping and healing the symptoms of the cracked magic sword entering the body.
There is strength in numbers. Even if there are five additional routes, it is still... click, click, click.
The power of death emanating from the healing earth gathers on the blade of Frostmourne.
Not only did it dye it black, it also dyed it blue.
The black and blue colors, which contain terrifying power, are in opposition to each other.
Zhengzhengzheng!
Frostmourne, who had not had the chance to enjoy its "delicious meal", was trembling and chirping madly.
It is hungry, and with just this one strike, countless innocent souls will "voluntarily" step into its hungry "mouth".
"Sylvanas, you're done!"