noffsinger Chapter 412 The time I have been waiting for has finally arrived
Chapter 412 The time I have been waiting for has finally arrived
Deathly silence, chaos, two forces confronting each other in the dark finally joined forces to open a passage, allowing a powerful being to descend upon this land of chaos.
Archimonde the Defiler, has this seemingly powerful title, but what is his actual power?
Many wise spirits in the universe know of his power and even have personally felt it, but there are also many wise spirits who have never known his power at all.
Well, this opportunity now... might be possible, but in the end it still depends on whether he in this world can walk out of this portal that has not yet been fully formed.
As for the true power of the Lich King Ner'zhul, the Six Silver Saints, who had just escaped from the death refrigerator with the help of several mages, had something to say.
The dwarf warrior who escaped first and entered the refrigerator first had a pile of ice chips on his beard, and a lot of frost adhered to his blue prince's plate armor.
Exhaling and inhaling white mist, Muradin felt cold all over. Without timely rescue, he was almost frozen to death in this frost prison.
When he felt tired and wanted to fold his hands to warm himself, the paladin standing next to him with a machete in his hand moved, igniting holy light flames all over his body to melt the ice on his body.
Drawing his sword, he said, "Monster, I won't make the same mistake again!"
"Really? Paladin."
"Ner'zhul, accept the punishment of the Holy Light!"
Seeing Alexandros coming up again, Tirion had to use Holy Light Purification to eliminate the cold feeling and quickly swung his hammer to catch up.
Silver sledgehammer, holy broadsword, flaming longsword. With the addition of two paladins, the pressure on Kael'thas, who was temporarily dealing with Ner'zhul alone, was greatly reduced.
One person cannot defeat the demigod Ner'zhul. If he is not careful, he will be killed. Didn't you see six legends fighting together... The legendary paladin found a legendary mage.
After a sincere salute, Gavinrad said, "Mr. Elf, we are in urgent need of your help."
"Please, add a few enchantments to my sword. I almost broke my sword after fighting evil for dozens of moves."
Taking the two-handed sword, Golden Eyed Romance asked curiously, "Mr. Doom, there are so many mages fighting hard here, why did you choose me?"
Looking at the golden eyes of the enchanter, Gavinrad said, "My lord, you have come from the future."
"I believe that you have much more experience fighting these enemies than we do, and you know which enchantment is the best."
Watching Gavinrad casually take out a sledgehammer and rejoin the battlefield, the golden-eyed Romans looked at the culprit from afar with an increasingly cold gaze.
Yes, the Paladin was right. Compared to these and him, they were in the early stage of the disaster.
No one among the great wizards present, no elf could compare to him. He could add magic patterns to these weapons that were most suitable for today's battle.
However, these guys prepared so many weapons that if one was broken, they could obviously still cooperate with each other and there would be enough time to replace the next weapon.
This was really unbearable for him. He came here to fight the undead today, not to be a repairman... Seeing the other blue-eyed self falling to the ground, he suddenly felt that it was not impossible.
Compared with these people who have not experienced the world, he only needs to sit in the back, output occasionally, and concentrate on doing... Wait, why is the hatred transferred to me?
Glancing at the suddenly emerging figures of the Nathrezim, Golden-Eyed Romance felt a little pressure and had to take a step back and leave it to his most trusted guard to handle.
At this time, a Nathrezim shot out a beam of fel energy and said, "Mortal, are you afraid?"
Putting down the weapon that had already been simply enchanted, Romans took protective measures and looked around, only to find that his most trusted guard... was gone.
In the two most intense battle circles, Osmar Garithos was fighting fiercely with Mephistroth, and the sounds of axes and claws clashing were heard.
As a loyal guard of several great wizards, Osmar joined the most dangerous position, just like the admiral next to him.
Because there are too many big wizards and it is difficult to be distracted on the battlefield, a few scattered wizard legendary guards embarked on the road of fighting against the most evil monsters.
Led by Medivh, the only demigod in the team, they fought to the death with the hostile demigod, Mephistroth, and displayed their respective advantages and skills.
Their main strategy is to block attacks as much as possible and interrupt spells with all their strength. The only true fighting principle is to fight each other head-on with real weapons.
Even the paladin who had previously entrusted him with the enchantment was unable to help. Gavinrad and his five regrouped brothers formed a new encirclement of the Six Silver Saints.
With the cooperation of the Phoenix Prince who came forward to help, and the three Silvermoon City councilors who coordinated from the side, they barely formed a legendary ten-man team and fought hard with Ner'zhul.
"Hahaha, are you scared?"
Raising his hand to support the arcane shield to block the fel fireball, Rommath shouted loudly: "Astaroth Bloodsworn, my friend, where are you?!"
Not far away, Astalor and the blue-eyed Romance behind him worked together to launch a loud fire phoenix phantom, blasting away the Nathrezim who tried to engage in close combat.
Continuing to work together, Astalor responded loudly: "Rommath, you and I are powerless. The number of undead and demons here is endless!"
"We are trying to prevent them from joining the main battlefield. Perhaps you can look for Mr. Beloval and Ms. Telesta!"
After getting a response from his friend, Golden Eyed Romance remembered that his Bloodsworn friend who was a part-time Blood Knight did not come. This Astalor is now a qualified mage.
Realizing that no one could help him with this small favor, the great mage Romanth's golden eyes suddenly flashed with golden light, and three pairs of holy light wings suddenly appeared on his back.
Whenever there is a critical moment, Holy Light will always... When he understands the cause of the recent events, he decides to do one thing.
Don't rush to absorb the pure arcane magic of the Sunwell. First take the time to absorb some Holy Light power and obtain more spare Holy Light power.
The Holy Light has been showing its power so frequently these days that it seems like it’s free of charge. It would be a good idea to pick up some of the skills I once abandoned and familiarize myself with them again.
Without Astalor, there would naturally be another him, as the link between the Magister and the Blood Knight, and he, Rommath...
"It is true. The Holy Light has never abandoned me!"
In the eyes of the Nathrezim who attacked him, Romanth's muscles bulged and he went from a weak and thin man to a sharp-edged man.
Although he already had enough muscle before he cast the strengthening magic and took off his robes, it was not enough.
Coming to this past world, he felt more and more that his power was insignificant... Well, he just wanted to get some of the miracle of the Holy Light.
Stabbing out with his staff, Holy Light Mage Rommath said, "Evil, I am already impatient now."
"The Holy Light has been with me day after day, but I have only just figured it out. It is too late!"
Seeing the evil being pierced through the chest by a stick, Blue-eyed Romance was stunned for a moment after clearing out a group of invading undead.
Next to him, Astalo raised his hand and cast Freeze Magic, kindly helping him to wake up, and urged him to quickly guide the arcane magic to bomb.
"Anar'alah (In the name of the Light)! Die, evil!"
"I have put up with you for twenty-one years, and today I finally got what I wanted!"
With the shouts of the Holy Light "believers", a bang! A shining Holy Light Explosion was lit up.
Outside the fierce battle circle of demon demigods, the trembling Lich King raised his hand to block the strong light and revealed a bitter smile.
He was not afraid of the holy light, but he was helpless in the face of the female captain's refusal to leave, and was almost on the verge of collapse.
Pushing the female captain with both hands, Arthas said miserably: "Please, stop sucking, Jaina."
"You don't learn good things, but learn extremely bad things. What are you doing learning from those elves?"
Even with the Lich King's physique, he still felt sore back and weak eyes when faced with this kind of unrelenting absorption of magic power.
Seeing this woman who couldn't understand the common language absorbing four of the six elements of the Force that he had produced with great difficulty in his body in an even more violent manner, Arthas' eyes suddenly turned dark.
The big hand moved with force and lifted up the innocent lady of the demon. Arthas looked at her innocent big eyes and the female angel with a blushing face at her feet, and he was almost dumbfounded.
Let's team up and fight... Sorry, Muradin, your healing will have to wait, I only have the power of shadow and fel now.
Just now, a dwarf warrior with a fainted look in his eyes flew out from the fierce battle circle and landed precisely near Arthas.
After finding a bench with extremely cold ground to sit on, Arthas put her down and said, "Go and absorb the magic power of those elves, not mine."
"I am struggling to maintain our two major combat forces by myself. I am already exhausted. Please don't do this kind of thing again."
In response to this admonition, Jaina first looked down at the female angel who was exhausted by her magic absorption, and then looked at the dwarf warrior who was exhausted because of his excessive bravery.
"Ah... child... I feel so sore..."
"You...what happened here..."
"I...I have no...no strength...no strength now..."
Soon after regrouping, Muradin felt himself becoming increasingly exhausted, and could no longer channel the thunder and strike with a thundering blow.
After being exhausted and thinking carefully, it seems that what stopped him and kept him energetic to fight fiercely was...
Without Arthas's full support, Muradin no longer had the strength to fight, and the angel lacked enough Holy Light to dispel the curse.
Helping the dwarf up, Arthas said, "Muradin, please let me rest for a while. I am also a little tired."
"Today alone, I will clear them out one by one, just as they have been done to me."
Muradin forced himself to keep his eyes open and looked in the direction Arthas pointed.
Over there, four beams or balls of light of different colors were attacking the undead and demons fiercely, with explosions continuing.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh! Listening to the sound of the fully-automatic elemental cannon launcher she made, Jaina still opened her big blue eyes and pretended to be pitiful.
Seeing Jaina's attitude, Arthas couldn't help but feel waves of bitterness in his heart.
Ah! Who is this person?
I said I was almost drained of my money, why are you still holding on to me?
If I hadn't become a healing high priest now, I would really want to punch the lich old orc and kick the third in command of the demon king.
Fighting against the depletion of mana in her body, Jaina forced a smile and said, "Arthas, give me some more!"
"Grandpa Fao's blessing is not very long-lasting. It only restores a tube of mana."
"You... Never mind, this is all the strength I have left, Jaina Proudmoore."
Arthas released a dark purple and a turquoise energy, controlling the glacial wasteland. An ice plate drift sent the only two remaining Force energies in his body and Jaina to stand in the mount area over there.
Ignoring Jaina's pleading look, Arthas said, "Nothing left. Really nothing left."
"Next, I need some time to recover."
It's pitiful to heaven and the earth. What kind of fully automatic launcher is this? He is not even using the four major mounts that he had collected with great effort. The person in charge of money can't even manage the money properly.
One element, two horses and one wombat, representing the four forces of arcane, death, holy light and life respectively, and they are stationed in all directions together with Tanred Proudmoore, the first person under the temporary legend.
Apart from two special grandmasters, one male and one female, the only experienced grandmaster warrior in the coalition of the four tribes was Tanred, who was ready for battle with a group of summons.
Even though the Four Sacred Beasts no longer had the uninterrupted supply of temporary power sources, they still had a united belief and were able to temporarily fight the undead and demons outside the front on equal terms.
However, this was too disappointing for him.
Although he used his own power to serve as the source of the artillery shells, Arthas was still sad because he didn't go into battle himself.
Just as sad as he was, Alleria, sitting among a group of elves and human "friends", drew her bow and shot out a hail of arrows.
She didn't originally want to be like this, but reality forced her to keep moving forward.
In just two days, one side was too favorable and the other side was too unfavorable, far beyond her and Mephistos' initial expectations.
The "instinctive" skills left in her by the demigod demon made her feel like she could no longer pretend in front of this group of "friends" who didn't play by the rules.
Lacking the appropriate training, doing this kind of thing...Are those two backbones over there a little weak? !
"Medivh, your resurrection comes at a price."
With one blow after another, Medivh faced the enemy head-on and said, "Don't be so arrogant, demon!"
"We are gradually devouring you...gradually destroying you. The Holy Light will not let you evil people go!"
Mephistroth spread his blue bat wings again, and easily took on the attacks of a group of legends, scattering fel energy "petals" in the air.
Rumble, the emerald green fel energy occupied the abyssal glacier at this moment, and even the surrounding death runes showed a tendency to transform into fel energy runes.
It is true that his legendary subordinates are dying one after another, but he and Ner'zhul have not yet failed. It just takes some time to open the Demon Gate.
Every legendary demon or undead that dies will become their power without the restraint of the magic sword.
At a certain point, the damage caused to him by these heroes of Azeroth who intended to destroy him was not even as pleasant as... the chaotic explosion of fel energy.
Neither humans nor elves could resist him... because they relied too much on potions and used up too much of their energy.
No recovery potion can always work. The more you drink, the more you will become overly dependent on full output, which is your weakness.
Raising his arms, Mephistroth smiled and said, "Holy Light, we never believed that the incompetent Holy Light could continue to attack head-on like this."
"The hypocritical Holy Light Army has been avoiding the pursuit of the Burning Legion. The same is true for you."
"Azeroth will surely be in the hands of our Burning Legion. You underestimate us because of too many 'little things'!"
When anticipating today's situation, Mephistroth prepared many ways to deal with another holy sword, Frostmourne.
But the current situation seems to prove that all his previous preparations were in vain.
However, none of this matters, as the situation is moving step by step towards one of the many paths he had anticipated.
Now, it was time for him to reap the "fruits of victory". He had not expected Medivh's true form to appear, and it was a pleasant surprise to him.
Holding up the demigod who wasn't a demigod, he sneered, "Medivh, the last guardian, the prophet of the crow."
"Even if you are free of the nightmare, you are now nothing more than a powerless mortal. Your power is unstable."
"Why do you think your soul can go to the astral plane... I'm sorry, I don't want to satisfy your curiosity, Lady Proudmoore."
Holding the prey that was temporarily protected by magic in his hand, the tall demon turned and saluted Jaina happily.
Without the increasingly green surroundings and the backdrop of the defeated coalition forces, his tone and demeanor at this moment were like that of a human gentleman.
"My compatriots, have you seen the power of the Burning Legion?"
"I think it's time for you to return..."
Seeing Jaina's silence, Mephistroth smiled and said, "Okay, go ahead."
"Ahem, yesterday's demon transformation was just an accident. I'm really not a Nathrezim."
Floating in the air with the help of the archmage's power, Arthas stood in front of Mephistroth, looking very high-spirited.
Looking at Mr. Prey who was pretending to be surprised, Arthas said: "The last guardian, I really didn't expect you to be so weak."
Hearing this, Medivh just smiled and continued to hold up the tight arcane shield without saying anything.
Anyone can brag, but if you have the guts, try his current situation yourself before you brag.
Stepping on the blue death healing ice crystals that had just condensed, Arthas said: "Demon, Jaina is not a Nathrezim."
"I have personally verified that, at least for the person next to me, it is just a rumor."
"Just like the opportunity you've been waiting for, the time I've been waiting for has finally arrived!"