Azeroth’s Death Track

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Humans are habitual animals.

When you do something, perhaps at the beginning, it is because of curiosity, because of yearning, or indulging in the glory of performing a mission, and the spiritual satisfaction of performing a certain role, but any positive emotions There is a day of dissipation, so, in many cases, it is impossible to go long-term only by interests or ideals.

And the achievements in most fields are not based on the persistence of clenching teeth...to form a habit, every step you take does not need to be great, as long as you know that you have always been on the right path.

Saidan Dassohan was such a person. In the first 35 years of his life, he appeared as a loyal and brave soldier and commander of the kingdom, and soon became a hero in the mouth of people. The doctrine of the Holy Light regards sacrifice as a dogma of glory and is willing to give everything for the right thing.

This kind of good devotion to his duties finally won him unimaginable glory. He was selected by his faith and became a member of the first Paladins, and the Silver Hand Knights who appeared in the light of the will of the Holy Light Among them, Dassohan is a leader. Unlike other great knights of noble origin, Dassohan prefers a simpler concept of belief.

For him, the Holy Light is not just a faith, but also a driving force for him to continue to move forward. It is the embodiment of the ultimate meaning of his life, and his personal character is also very noble, even after becoming a real big man, he has no Put yourself in the circle of the upper society, but maintain the past state of life, do your best efforts, and spread the inspiration given to him by the Holy Light to everyone around you.

It's like an old-school ascetic, like a martyr who devotes himself to faith.

No prestige, no position, no wealth.

At this time, on the battlefield where Kazmodan had completely collapsed, Dassauhan half-kneeled on the snow stained with blood, lying in front of him, a paladin killed by the dead.

He had seen this deceased, it was a young man from the Stratholme area, like he was very young, brave, fanatical, pursuing personal honor, his heart was also full of faith in the Holy Light, very training Hardworking, he is still young, he should have a broader future, and now, he is lying here, lying on the battlefield thousands of miles away from home.

"Brother, I'm sorry, I'm late."

The big knight stretched out his hand and closed the angry eyes of the war dead. The place where the young knight fell was the front line of the human position. His side was covered with bones that were knocked down and his armor was on his armor. It was also covered with claw marks of the undead, and died very bravely, even when he was dying, there was no trace of fear in his eyes that had lost its glory.

This is not the only corpse on the battlefield. The big knight raised his head and looked at the human positions on the snow in front of him. There were cut down undead spirits, and the soldiers who died on the positions. When the disaster came, the total Some people will choose to turn around and flee, but at least in this battlefield, many people have chosen to stay and fight, but Dassauhan is a real old soldier, he can distinguish the difference between fleeing and retreating.

The soldiers who died in the position in front of them can be seen from their posture of death. They obviously voluntarily left the post-mortem. The human army should have successfully evacuated, which somewhat gave the Grand Knight a sense of relief.

"This is a disaster."

Dassauhan stood up leaning on the warhammer. Behind him, the undead fortress that could be nearly broken was still standing in the original place. There were some lonely dead souls wandering on the ground in front of the fortress, just like Laugh at the failure of humans and dwarves.

The failure of the battle was very regrettable, but seeing the smoke rising from the Ironforge and the vibration of the ground, Dassauhan could guess the reason for the dwarves' sudden retreat. He could not blame these dwarves. After all, they were themselves to protect their homes. While fighting, when your homeland is under a terrible threat, you can't ask the soldiers to leave everything behind, just for the immediate victory.

But this failure brought more than casualties. For a commander such as Dasuohan who understands the situation in northern Xinjiang, he has seen the future that the human empire will face in a trance, when the hoof of the dead crosses Katz After Modan, what happened today on the land of the dwarves may not repeat itself in the land of mankind soon.

"boom"

A heavy fall sounded behind Dassauhan, and the Grand Knight did not need to look back to feel the icy breath lingering behind him. It was a persevering chaser and a difficult opponent.

Under the silver full-faced war helmet, Dasshan's eyes rekindled a flame, and the beating golden flame spread on both sides of the warhammer in his hand, lighting the heavy weapon again. On the snow below, the burning heat of the hammer surface caused the surrounding snow to melt.

"As an escapee, you should be smarter, run as far as possible, rather than stay here to trouble yourself."

Behind Dassauhan, Yrel jumped a few steps forward from the death raven. On the snow behind her, left a strange cherry-shaped hoof mark, she will be heavy, exuding a dark halo The crystal warhammer reached her hand. In the sound of the armor collision, her dark red eyes stared at the big knight in front of her. The cold breath almost frozen the surrounding air.

"I didn't run away, undead, you and your evil alliance are not enough to let me run away."

Dassauhan turned around, holding the weapon in both hands. On the surface of the Warhammer, the holy mantra carefully inscribed by the forging masters resonated with the scorching power in his body, making the dazzling holy light more entangled on him.

He was standing alone in front of the broken position, like an insurmountable mountain, blocking Yirui's way.

"I know what you want to do..."

Dasuohan's body sags slightly to make him stand more stable. He said in a deep voice:

"But before you beat me down, don't think about going anywhere!"

In the face of the burning knight's fighting intentions, the death lord Yrel did not choose to laugh at him. He grabbed his warhammer with a powerful undead from outside the domain. His body leaned forward slightly, and the energy of death rolled from her body like a tide. It came out, wrapped around her black armor, like a sloshing polar storm. At the eye, the snow on the ground was rolled up and enveloped Yrel in this offensive of falling snow and frost.

"You shouldn't say that others are evil villains, Saidan Dassohane, otherwise, they will really show you as a bad guy... like, like this!"

Yrel shouted a war roar, the snow and frozen ground exploded at her feet, and the powerful force pushed her to the paladin rushing in front of her. The surface of the crystal warhammer held in her hands was haunted by a dark red halo. This is a powerful annihilation attack. It is currently the most powerful single attack trick mastered by the death knights. It gathers a large amount of death energy between one blow and uses the power of the death lord. This is terrible. One blow was enough to smash living warriors into minced meat.

Yrel is not a knight on the agile route. She is a disciple taught by Glokus. He takes the most orthodox and old-fashioned warrior way.

In the face of the attack, at the moment when Yrel rushed over, the freezing cold wind screamed on the body of the knight, and even the ice cone was mixed in the cold wind, but faced with the searing heat outside the body of the knight Light curtain, this dark power can not erode him.

When the distance between the two people was less than 3 meters, the light of the calm knight who greeted the enemy flashed. He took a step forward, bent down, and the warhammer in his hands was raised sharply, almost rubbing. With the weapon that the death knight smashed, in the middle of no time, he first smashed his warhammer on Yrel’s chest. The scorching holy light accompanied his offensive, like a golden sword out of the sheath, the rolling The scorching light hit the body of the death lord like a heavy punch.

Yrel's warhammer smashed Dassohan's body and hit the ground. The ground behind the paladin shattered as if it was hit by a shell. In the flying of frozen soil and snow, Yrel's body surface The anti-magic shield was activated, but in the light of the light, this thin shield seemed to be broken at any time, and Yrel, who was interrupted by the attack, stumbled back, and for a veteran who was older than the battle front In other words, Dassohan will not give up this opportunity.

The heavy warhammer was as easy as nothing in his hand. Between left and right clicks, Yrel felt like a training puppet and was beaten mercilessly. She tried to fight back, and the stubborn death lord bit With her arm outstretched, her teeth stood in front of her like a shield, and she took a sacred judgment. While the body was ignited, she waved the warhammer with her other hand and hit Dasshan's head.

"boom"

One gold and one black, two long-handled warhammers collided in the air, Dassauhan let out a deep laughter, and the divine deed of his chest shone brightly like a star, and between this light, The knight's wrist turned, and Yrel's warhammer was crushed to the ground. In the pure power contest, this was the first time Yrel was completely suppressed.

"Evil! Retreat!"

Dassohan roared, his left hand clenched into a fist, and a fistless punch hit Yrel's chin. The dark green anti-magic shield was broken by this last blow, and the slender body of the death lord was like It was thrown into the air like a parabola, turned upside down in an embarrassment, and finally hit the cold snow.

"Keng"

The black crystal warhammer was grabbed by Dassauhan and thrown into the distant cedar forest. He carried the warhammer and reached out to wipe the blood stains on the corners of his mouth. Forcibly suppressing the death lord is not an easy thing. The eruption of gave him enough strength, but although his body was tough, it still had its limits. Between the strength of the shock, the big knight was not harmless.

"Have your majesty told you that you are fighting like a typical young man, reckless and brave, but come fast and go faster!"

The silent knight rarely commented on Yrel’s attack. At the next moment, he grabbed the warhammer and hurried towards the death lord who was lit by the Holy Light and tried to climb, but he rushed to At the moment next to Yrel, a dark green figure rushed out of Yrel's body. It was a Draenei banshee wearing a warlock robe. When she rushed out, Banshee Samara Open your mouth, like singing.

At the next moment, the piercing shriek was centered on the Banshee, sweeping in all directions. The surrounding snow and pine forests were shaking like crazy, but it was not a sound, but a This high-level form of use of death energy directly affects the soul, and it is like a needle-like energy attack that can ignore most physical and magical defenses.

But it is also very difficult to grasp by the weak ghost. Yrel privately gave Samara a very interesting name for this attack... The Banshee Howl.

This is the first time the draenei banshee has used this ability in combat, and the effect is terrible.

At this moment, the knight who is fighting for war feels that his brain is being stabbed by thousands of red needles, even if the will is as strong as steel, even if the soul is very strong, then all the defenses in the spirit are crazy in this one. The Howl of the Banshee was broken, and the Warhammer in his hand slipped from the palm of his hand. He knelt on the ground with his head half on the ground, and roared with pain like a beast.

On the other side, Yrel, who had just climbed up, was also uncomfortable. The Howl of Banshee would not only affect her opponents, but her soul was like a thrashing thrown into the furnace, but the advantage of the undead is here. Compared with the living, the soul of the dead is more capable of tolerating pain. Yrel staggered up, and she pulled out a rune sword from her waist. Her eyes, ears, and nostrils were left by the pain of the soul. Cold blood.

"Yeah!!"

With a sigh of breath, she rushed towards the great knight in front of her, and at this most critical moment, Dassauhan also seemed to feel it. He bit his teeth and raised his head. The facial features were similar to Yrel, and they were also red with blood With both eyes, watching the death lord rushed swaying, the knight with his left hand clasped the sacred Holy Deed in his chest, and between the surging of the Holy Light, a scorching flame gathered in the air like a warhammer, from Behind the unguarded Yrel.

"Hugh wants to hurt her!"

Because of the release of the Howl of the Banshee, the figure of the extremely weak Banshee Samara flashed back behind Yrel, using her phantom body to block Yrel The knight fought back fiercely, and in the painful scream of Samarao, the long sword in Yrel's hand also pierced Dassohan's armor and body from above.

"Samara, come back! Come back soon!"

Yrel looked back at the banshee whose body was devoured by the Holy Light. She crawled **** the ground and screamed at her friend. Pulled back into his body, but the fire of the Holy Light entangled on the body of the Banshee also ignited her sore armor, and the death lord burning like a pillar of fire leaned weakly into the snow. , Her body was empty, and even the power to extinguish the flames was gone.

Yrel turned his head back and saw the blood stains on the ground.

Dasshan pierced his body and climbed into the position with difficulty. He stretched out his hand, grabbed a silver-handed battle flag that fell on the ground, and leaned on its flagpole to lean towards the direction of the human empire. In the last breath, with a kneeling stance, it was difficult to prop up his dying body.

"I failed..."

"Holy light...give us...eternal life..."

The blood stained the flagpole along his hand, and a cold wind blew, and the shattered battle flag, like Dassauhan, fluttered up, and the knight who held it up bowed his head, blood from his helmet After a little dripping, his body was pierced by a long sword, and on this battlefield far away from home, a sincere martyr died.

He had a chance to survive, but he did not choose to escape. Yrel watched the fluttering battle flag slowly fall on the dead body, wrapping the body, and the pain in the soul was slightly reduced. For a moment, she fell into a strong sense of both eyes almost immediately.

She remembered a sentence that Tyrion had inadvertently said:

The only ending of the martyr is that the whole body bleeds, in the pool of blood, alone... dead.

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