As long as anything has a first time, the follow-up progress will not be so bad.


    In fact, fighting is the same. There is no hope. No matter how hot-blooded or brave a soldier is, he will be silent because of despair. Silence will give rise to thoughts he should not have.


    After the appearance of the first scar, the whole chaotic battlefield was like a haze pierced by the sun, and everyone could not help running towards the hope of symbolizing victory.


    The blatant sharp blade, the smoke of gunfire, and the buzzing of sharp arrows make this world a real battlefield in a trance at this moment. The flying murderous air is as sharp as a knife and stings people''s skin.


    The battle roar of the spirit, the trauma of the sword impact, and the warriors who have been beaten back and knocked down are even more cruel though there is no blood.


    The contestants paid the price of seven people to leave the field. Under the block of heimdahl and other spirits, they sent the spirit priest out of the battlefield, followed by the spirit mage, the spirit swordsman and the shield bearer. In the 17th minute of the war, there were only four people left on the field, while heimdahl was still attacking with the sword.


    Even if it is under the same level of strength, will not be tired of the spirit, but also absolutely difficult opponents.


    "Bang"


    Galush''s Tomahawk collided with helmdar''s storm sword. At the moment of weapon impact, the dust on the ground rose under the momentum of impact, and the feet of both sides had been dyed red by blood. In a more distant place, Hermite II, who had broken a leg, simply lay on the ground, his shotgun barrel was red and hot, and the surrounding air was hot and twisted.


    A good hunter shouldn''t treat his weapons so rudely, but now is not the time to think about it.


    Facing the 4-meter-high spirit, the orc warrior looks like a child, but he is biting his teeth and unwilling to retreat in this wrestling. His body is full of wounds, and the golden light is beating on his body to heal those bloody wounds. There are spots on his hard body. I really want to believe that this is the mark left by mortals.


    "The will is praiseworthy!"


    The eyes under helmdar''s helmet flashed a trace of brilliance. In the face of his first praise, garrush didn''t respond. He pushed the sword which was against his neck inch by inch away from him, just like a warrior who was slowly lifting a mountain.


    However, Yingling sneered, and the sword in his hand suddenly retracted and lost its focus. Although garrush immediately began to gather his strength, his body still couldn''t help rushing forward. Heydal skillfully turned around and kicked off drannos, who was coming from the side. Then his feet forced, and the impact depression appeared on the ground again, The whole person, like a hunting beast, rushed from the sky to the last healer baron.


    The priest stood at the edge of the hall, but he was not afraid. After realizing the difficulty of heimdar, the priest knew that he had to stay away from the battle center to avoid bringing more trouble to the two orcs who were fighting.


    At this time, the holy energy in his body had almost dried up. In the last period of time, he was almost supporting the war. In order to cope with heimdar''s raid on Baron, the contestants left at least three people, but now, no one can protect him.


    In the face of heimdar, Baron''s reaction is very... Unique. He does not use holy energy to protect himself, nor does he use the last holy energy to attack. Instead, he holds an ivory staff in one hand and opens his other hand to heimdar in the air.


    The golden chain light leaped in his palm. The next moment, it was hidden in the air. When it reappeared, it had accurately landed on heimdar''s body.


    The golden anger on the gatekeeper''s body was completely eliminated at this moment, just like the snow in the sunshine.


    Priest high level skill - dispel magic.


    This skill is useless! Because with the rage activation speed of heimdar, even if it is dispelled, it will wrap the body again in less than a second, but it is the second when this magic takes effect.


    "Bang!"


    Hermite II''s last bullet flew out of the gun. Everyone on the auditorium held their breath at this moment. This is probably the contestant''s last chance!


    As long as that bullet hits heimdar''s lethal spot, or even wounds... There''s hope!


    But the bullet didn''t hit heimdar''s forehead or heart, as people expected, or even the side of his body. It was like the hunter who never softened his hands, who missed for the first time.


    There was a sigh in the hall, but at the next moment, Dick and the rulers, just like the Buddha''s appointment, stood up and applauded for the blow.


    At the same time, heimdar''s storm sword was also attached to Baron''s neck, and his golden anger kept beating on the blade, but he still couldn''t cut it down.


    "Furo... A wonderful blow!"


    The spirit gatekeeper took back his sword and leaned in front of him. On his belt, half of the strap broken by the bullet floated down. Behind him, garrush, who was supporting himself with blood roar, built the golden horn from the ground and raised it high.


    Hermite II''s strike was not a miss. This good hunter never forgot his mission. He was always aiming at the horn hanging from hamdal''s waist.


    It was a gamble, and fortunately, they won.


    "Roar!"


    The whole hall erupted with incomparable cheers. Garrush and delanos ran to Hermite II, who was leaning on his body with his abandoned shotgun, and held him high. At this moment, the racial boundaries and past hatred were completely forgotten. Although it may be only a moment, it is not easy for this hard won victory, That''s enough.


    Baron held the golden horn in both hands and handed it to hamdal. The gatekeeper looked at the horn and shook his head,


    "This is your booty, take it, it will bring you eternal glory and invincible will! Yingling temple, you have a place


    With that, the gatekeeper raised his left hand and waved to Dick. The golden light door fell from the sky, just as it appeared. After the light faded away, heimdar and the defeated spirits disappeared in the middle of the hall. At this moment, the other competitors came in from the big door, and their faces were still bloodstained, Some guy''s expression of pain convulsed.


    But they still stand there, proud to welcome the cheers from the whole world.


    After really seeing the fighting power of the heroes, no one thinks that this victory is a fluke. This is definitely a more thrilling and exciting battle than the first dragon battle. No one doubts this.


    The entrance of the heroes from varagal made the competition more mysterious. The more so, the more difficult it was to forget and ignore.


    At this time, for the first time, mortals defeated "gods", even if it was just a game


    "Unbelievable


    Old Fordring got up from his chair and looked down at the contestants happily. "I can''t believe it! Frankly speaking, at the beginning of this battle, I thought you were doomed to lose. As a result, you turned the situation around. When there were only four people left, I thought you were still proud to lose. After all, your opponents were not mortals, but I can''t believe it. You finally won a victory from the gods. "


    "I take back my judgment. You are... Worthy of the strongest young men in Azeroth..."


    "Bang!"


    Before he finished his words, a loud noise interrupted him. Then the whole hall of dragon sleep began to shake, just like being hit by some kind of giant siege hammer. The protective light curtain arranged by the dragons rose on their own initiative. But the next moment, the black cracks, which were astonishing and frightening, appeared, It''s spreading on the colorful light screen.


    "Bang!"


    There was another loud noise, and then there was the sound of broken glass, followed by several howls, like the sobs of some creature before its throat was cut off.


    As soon as the Red Dragon Queen''s face changed, she suddenly got up. Behind her, the dragons who came to watch the battle were ready to take off. But the next moment, a third loud noise came from the top of the crowd''s heads, and she suddenly looked up. As a result, she saw two dragons falling from the sky. With the completely destroyed top platform, they smashed into the hall of the Dragon sleep temple under the bombardment of the cracked stones, They are two red dragons, but at this time, their powerful bodies are covered with wounds, life can escape from their bodies quickly, the light of despair solidifies in their eyes, and the dark and cold power twines around their bodies, even making them unable to utter a cry.


    They''re... Dying.


    "Bone dragon! The dead are coming


    Mograine''s voice rose with the heavy light, but at the moment near the top, it was stopped by an ice blue light curtain, and finally disappeared into the invisible.


    "Click!"


    A brick and stone fell from the top of the temple. Dick looked up and saw the gray, giant bone dragon head wrapped by a thick frost storm. It was much bigger than any bone dragon he had ever seen. Just a head was bigger than a house. The red light in the black eyes was frightening.


    But what makes people feel a chill from the bottom of my heart is the figure standing beside the bone, the king of the dead in the thick ice blue skull robe, holding the magic sword, and the guy who makes the whole Azeroth surge with the wave of fear.


    He was wearing an ice blue helm, and the cold wind and snow were flying behind him. Death was his name, and coldness was his voice.


    The whirling snowflakes fall from the air and fall on his blade. At the next moment, an ice blue flame ignites on the blade. Everyone''s breathing seems to stop at this moment, because the real fear is around everyone''s body.


    Outside the keel wilderness, on the vast white wilderness, the closed door slowly opened in the crazy snowstorm, countless red lights gushed out from the open door of the curse · angassa, and the frightening Black Knight rode on the lifeless bones and Mali, and cursed weapons across the sky.


    The cold and evil liches float in the sky. Their godless eyes sweep the ice and snow wasteland in front of them, breathing out the breath of darkness.


    The ice dragons that cover the sky cross the sky of angassa, and the substantial distortion and shriek spread behind them. There are also those dense and dazzling stone ghosts, just like the black spots before the end, which occupy the whole sky of the wasteland.


    With each bombardment, death and curse will be scattered to the hasty united front. The destruction light of more than a dozen floating cities in the sky sweeps through the head space of fortagen fortress and Warsong fortress.


    Death is laughing wildly, fear is dancing, desolation is coming, it is the bell of world destruction.


    All this is because of the dark will in front of us.


    Arthas, Lich King!