The vast wind and snow of the Dragonbone Wilderness showed no sign of abating, and between the cold haze and the huge and shocking force of death, the goose feather snow of this world flew wildly, as if it was about to bury everything in the entire land.

The team that rescued King Arthas had already lost a third of the battle between the fierce battles, and such a loss was inevitable in the face of a powerful enemy with enough strength to shake the world, and the members of these resources to participate in the rescue did not seem to think that they would return alive when they set out, although in the eyes of the freers, the loyalty of the feudal era was somewhat ignorant and unkind, but in the minds of these warriors, the loyalty of risking everything for the king was the most perfect destination as a knight.

And their sacrifice is not meaningless.

"Wow"

The blade of holy light, which had been compressed to the extreme, flashed away, like a sharp long sword that was unsheathed and withdrawn, and even left a golden phantom in the eyes of the people around it.

And between the scorching air roaring, cold blood spilled into the air of the Dragon Bone Wilderness, and the Great Lord of the Dark Blade looked at his left arm that was blocking his chest, and at the position of his wrist, the body strengthened by the dragon's blood and the fruit of life was cut off by the sharp holy light, and in the position of the original palm, only a burned stubble remained.

The entire fist was severed from the wrist, fully demonstrating the power of Arthas's decisive blow just now, and although the severed flesh had begun to heal rapidly, it could not hide the fact that...

"Ah, are the fangs of young people now sharpened to this extent?"

Tyrion let out a low sigh of emotion, he lowered his head, the left hand with the ancient ring, was falling at the feet of Arthas, and the moment the severed palm fell into the snow, his fingers twitched nervously.

"Looks like I'm underestimating you."

The Great Lord of the Dark Blade had an ash bringer in his hand whistling and bringing out a sword shadow, in Tyrion's cruel smile, the long sword swung down was no longer merciless, Gianna who was supporting Arthas waved his staff, a thick ice cover suspended on her, Arthas and Woking's eyes, the young troll and the Grim Reaper passed by, there was still a trace of panic in his eyes, but at this desperate moment, he still did not stop his voodoo war dance.

And behind the three of them, all the warriors, who were covered with a strange golden-red voodoo, rushed from the rear in a group charge posture towards the Great Lord of the Dark Blade, who was about to kill him.

"Bang"

The ruthless and cold ash messenger suddenly fell, and the heavy ice cap condensed by the ** division gathered all the magic power only resisted for less than a third of a second, and was completely shattered in the bombardment of the whistling black sword shadow, Arthas gritted his teeth, turned around and held Gianna in his arms, and in the next second, the sharp blade smashed into his back, under the protection of the golden-red voodoo, the sword blade failed to hurt him, but the long sword carried a huge force between the collision, and smashed the two outlaw couples who were hugging each other and Wojin behind them together.

At the moment when the three of them flew out upside down, the voodoo circle that had lost its host was infected by the death power collar stopped running, and the golden-red light curtain on the surface of everyone's body that was "invincible in defense" suddenly dissipated, and between the golden-red light feathers drifting away, Tyrion let out a burst of laughter that made people's scalps numb, and his figure walked forward in the ice and snow, like a black lightning, holding a war sword, and appeared in front of the three people who fell to the ground in an instant.

"Die! The living! ”

The dark sword shadow flying in the sky behind Tyrion roared and stabbed at the three people in front of her, while Gianna pursed her lips, and at the moment when the blade roared, she grabbed Arthas with one hand and Woking with the other, and in the confinement of the heavy energy that lingered around Tyrion, in a decisive posture, the magic power of her whole body burst out, and a gap was forcibly opened.

"Huh"

The flashing technique that danced in the blue light curtain took the three people out of the hell where they were chopped into minced meat, and the moment the three people appeared on the edge of the battlefield, the ** master Modra, who had been observing the battlefield, suddenly crushed the spatial positioning rune stone that emitted purple light in his hand.

"Whew"

A loud dragon roar also sounded in the sky, and the huge body of the Red Dragon ** Master Crassus, who was once a member of the Council of Six and was a personal friend of Modra, suddenly descended on the battlefield as if it had broken through the space, and the eyes of this powerful queen consort shone with fiery hatred, and at the moment of appearance, its claws waved, tearing off the two white bone wings of the undead bone dragon rampant in the sky.

And in the next second, the huge red dragon opened its mouth, and in its bloody mouth, the dragon fire compressed to the extreme smashed towards the location of Tyrion below.

It's like a pillar of fire that penetrates the sky and the earth, everything on the ground, everything in the air, along with the snowflakes flying in the air... All ignited in an instant.

In the blazing air of the flames, in Arthas's sight, Tyria's figure turned into a black mist, slowly dissipating in the flames, and when he disappeared, a voice that only two people could hear also sounded in Arthas's ears.

"You guys fought well in this battle... Especially you, Alsace. Minahill. ”

"But this warm-up game is coming to an end, see you later, young king."

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Everyone stood in front of the "ignited" glacier in front of them, the cold in the surrounding air was dispelled by this scorching flame, and the warm touch made everyone who survived like a dream.

They stood silently as the awakened spirits burned in the dragonfire hell, while some of the soldiers silently gathered the remains of their companions, who had died in the sacred battle against evil, whose bodies would be returned to Kalimdor to be purified by the priests before being burned and placed in the tombs of the Church of Light.

In the eyes of the believers, such an ending would be regarded as the heroic spirits of the warriors returning to the embrace of the Light.

And the attachment and burning of the red dragon's fire of life is extremely terrifying, and this dragon fire is not so easy to dissipate until all the materials that can be burned are burned.

"Was he burned to death?"

With his arms hanging and his other hand holding his curved blade, Woking's face was covered in black and ash, standing beside Thrall, receiving treatment from the orc shaman, and the final blow that had just passed by the Grim Reaper, if it wasn't for Arthas to protect him and Gianna behind him, I'm afraid that the sharp ash messenger would have cut off his head directly.

This was the first time young Woking had seen the power of the Darkblade, and he stammered a little:

"The dragon killed him, didn't you?"

No one answered Woking, and anyone who had dealt with Tyrion knew that the Great Lord wasn't that easy to deal with, and now, after a desperate battle to the death, no one was interested in saying much.

"It's not that simple..."

A gentle voice sounded behind everyone, ** Shi Modra turned around, and saw Crassus wearing a red robe and a magic sword, this red dragon appeared behind everyone as a high elf, and behind him, there were several special members, one of whom was the Countess Presto, who left halfway.

"Old friend, long time no see."

Modra stepped forward and hugged the handsome Crassus, while the red dragon mage smiled at his human friend and turned to look at the others, his yellow snake eyes flashing with displeasure.

"You... Humans, whatever your reasons, this adventure is too reckless... If it weren't for Onexia's rush to the Temple of the Dragon's Sleep to ask for help, relying only on Modra's teleportation spell, it would have been difficult for you to get the dragon's help, some of my compatriots... Not as friendly as I am. ”

This rebuke made the faces of the survivors darker, and Bane, a simple young minotaur, looked curiously at the young dragon flying in the sky, flicked his tail, and said optimistically:

"But it turned out well... All is well, we beat him, right? Friends, this is a victory. ”

"No, Minotaur."

Crassus looked at Bane, his gaze lingering for a moment on the heavy black firearm that Bane was carrying behind his back, then shook his head, and said with the indifference and reserve of a dragon:

"We didn't defeat him, to be exact, my dragon fire didn't even hurt him, he left on his own, I don't know for what reason, but if you think it's Tyrion. The true strength of the Dawn Blade, then you are wrong. ”

"This dragon friend is right."

The Grand Garrison Marrad sat cross-legged on the ground, healing his wounds with the Holy Light Technique, and said to the others:

"I've seen the battle between Tyrion and Emperor Lothar in the Northern Frontier, if he had used that kind of transcendent power at the beginning of today, we wouldn't have been able to support the dragon at all, and his battle posture today is like fighting with us... Play the game the same. ”

"He left this!"

The pale-faced Gianna froze Tyrion's severed left hand with ice, and used her magic hand to levitate it in front of everyone's eyes, and under everyone's gaze, the flesh and blood of the severed fist quickly turned gray, as if it had been weathered in time, and in just a few minutes, the flesh and blood of the fist dissipated strangely, leaving only the white bones, and even the white bones disappeared completely after dozens of seconds.

In the end, all that remained in the ice was a quaint ring, and on the surface of the ring, it emitted a dim and ominous light.

"It's a spatial ring."

**Shi Modra took a special monocle and studied it carefully for a few minutes, then said to the others:

"The spatial inscription is activated, which means that there are some things in this ring, something that can be carried by Tyrion himself, maybe... It's worth looking into. ”

"It's dangerous, ma'am, and no one knows what that madman will leave in the ring."

The Grand Garrison was the first to object, and the others were also related, and Tyrion's brutal strength impressed everyone.

"Then come with us to the Dragon Sleep Temple first."

Seeing that the conversation was at an impasse, the red dragon mage Crassus coughed lightly and said to the others:

"The Queen has heard of your battle with Tyrion, she is very interested in you, she wants to meet you, ladies and gentlemen, this is a rare honor, and there are many dragons in the temple who are proficient in space magic, and they may be able to help you unlock the secrets inside this ring in absolute safety."

As he spoke, Crassus glanced at Arthas, who was guarded by the warriors and approached the unconscious Arthas and his two loyal squires:

"Your members need help too, so just take a break here."

"What about you? Dismantler, do you want to come with us? ”

Master Modra turned his head to look at the spider priest who was standing silently on the edge, after fighting against a strong enemy together, the spider priest Skris gained the initial trust of everyone, and in the face of this invitation, the seriously injured priest shook his head, and his strange voice sounded in everyone's minds:

"I need to go back to the darkness of the earth to recuperate, the soul power of the necromantic is too great, and my spirit core has been terribly impacted, the worst injury I've ever suffered in thousands of years... In addition, the relationship between the spider demons and the dragons is not very friendly, and over the past thousands of years, hundreds of dragons have been the mouths of our former kings and generals... So, allow me to decline this invitation. ”

"What about the alliance?"

"Give me a map of your territory, and when the time is right, I'll take my people to visit you... Now, the time has not yet come. ”

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"You're hurt?"

In the northwest of the Northrend continent, in the barren land that has been shrouded in extremely cold blizzards all year round, full of wandering undead, on the great glacier that has existed for hundreds of thousands of years, the figure of Vagriagasa appeared behind Tyrion through the barrier of the two worlds, the Valkyrie looked at Tyrion's revived left hand, and she asked in a low voice:

"Who can hurt you on this continent? Did you go to the Stormcrag to provoke the Guardians? ”

Tyrion put his polished finger in front of his eyes, moved it a few times, and then shook his head:

"No... It's just a game. ”

"And since it's a game, there has to be a reward, right?"