As early as the moment of entering the Burning Plains, Anduin. Lothar had a hunch.

This will be the last battlefield of his life, and he will die here... And his death will bring the final victory to the alliance.

This is not the wishful thinking of the old man or the occasional whim, in fact, Lothar foresaw her death in a special way three years ago.

That's when he and a team of soldiers, led by the Khadgar mage and the orc assassin Garona, rushed into Karazan and took out his lifelong friend Medivan with his own hands.

The moment he swung his sword and pierced Medivan's heart, in his tear-filled eyes, Karazan's air appeared with a brilliant and strange light, in which he peeked a trace of fate, he saw how he fell off his horse in the battlefield, he saw how Orc, the Great Chief Orc, smashed his sword, and he also saw the scene of Orgrim smashing his head with a hammer.

On the battlefield of the Burning Plains, everything developed exactly the same trajectory as that trace of fate, and he had not tried to resist this fate, but when he really saw this war, and saw the sense of death on the faces of those orcs, he understood that this was him, this was Anduin. The destination of Lothar.

He must die here! After his death, his lieutenant Tulayan took his broken sword and crushed Orgrim once and for all! Defeat the tribe with you! Bring victory back to the Alliance!

His death is part of victory, part of fate!

"Tulayan, fate has chosen you, come, accept all this and bring victory to the Alliance."

Watching Orgrim's hammer smash into his head little by little, Lothar's eyes closed in the flight of gray-white hair, and the fingers he held the broken sword were released at this moment.

But the next moment, Lothar didn't feel the pain of Warhammer's crushing head, instead, beside him, a cold energy fell from the sky to the ground, and he felt the cold fingers choke his neck, lifting him from the ground.

When Lothar opened her eyes, she saw the elven death knight facing off against the orc chieftain in front of her.

That's not right!

"That's not right! That's not how fate is arranged! ”

Lothar subconsciously struggled, the strength of a top warrior made it impossible for Tyrion to imprison the human marshal anymore, and in front of him, the orc Great Chief was not willing to give up his victory, he roared and raised the war hammer, and smashed it down again towards Lothar, who was caught by Tyrion.

"Whew"

An unpleasant roar rang out in the sky, and in the panicked screams of the griffin knights, a huge black bone dragon tore through the clouds, its dark red gaze staring at the battlefield below, under the command of Glokush, the necromantic dragon opened its mouth full of sharp teeth, and although it had no respiratory organs, the necromantic dragon still made a deep breath after returning from death.

The next moment, black smoke and dust erupted from its terrifying black bone dragon kiss, mixed with magma-like flames, this red dragon still maintained the ability of dragon breath after death, but the fire of life that could be used to heal or destroy had dissipated, replaced by a storm of dark smoke and flame more in line with the identity of the necromantic dragon.

The dark aura of death wrapped around the magma-like pillar of fire, like a flaming whip, swept across the battlefield below, this dragon's breath was much weaker than the living red dragon, but once it was swept into the dark smoke around the flames, it would be attacked by both scorching and cold forces at the same time, the dark smoke and dust of the necromantic dragon were scattered everywhere in just a few seconds, leaving a path of black and gray ashes on the ground, forcibly separating the entangled orcs and humans.

Seriously, this thing is a lot harder to deal with than a simple dragon's breath.

"Let go of me! It's not my fate! This is not the fate of the Union! ”

Seeing that the situation was disrupted by this sudden appearance, Marshal Lothar angrily broke free from Tyrion's restraints, drew the dagger from his waist, and pounced on the Death Knight.

"Who the hell are you!"

"Your destiny is not here, Anduin. Lothar! Now give me a little quiet! ”

The strange black sword in the hand of the Death Knight swung up, the blade slashed through the air, and let out a howl like a ghost crying wolf, knocking Marshal Lothar's dagger into the air, the Death Knight turned around and blocked Orgrim's warhammer attack with his long sword, his eyes moved, and the dark red death energy rushed up from the ground, trapping Lothar in mid-air who was trying to sneak up in the back.

"Traitor! Die! ”

The hammer of destruction wielded in Orgrim's hand was blocked by the scorching blade of the Apocalypse, and the Death Knight swung his left hand, and the whirling death coil smashed into the Great Chief's chest, leaving a corrosive mark on his black plate armor that knocked the orcs back a few steps.

"Poof"

The blade of the broken sword pierced the Death Knight's body from behind, and cold blood gushed out of the wound, but it was quickly reabsorbed back into the body, and Tyrion looked down at the broken blade stabbed in his abdomen, and a very unpleasant gloom flashed across his face.

For his own savior, Anduin. Lothar was not grateful, the marshal who had seen the fate of the future was now full of worries about the Alliance, and he was afraid that the victory that belonged to the Alliance would be ruined by the death knight in front of him.

After all, everyone now knows that the Death Knight is a special class of the tribe! Even though Tyrion is fighting Orgrim, maybe this guy has something to do with the Horde!

Can't keep him!

Lothar felt murderous in his heart, and he unleashed a "righteous backstab" from behind with a broken sword, piercing Tyrion's body, but failing to stop the Death Knight's movements.

"You've me off! Stupid Lothar! ”

Tyrion swung a sword, forced Orgrim back, turned and clasped Lothar's wrist with his backhand, his blue eyes flashed with red light, the blood in Lothar's body flowed rapidly at this moment, in Salein's crazy blood, spurted out from the wounds on his body, and soon formed a translucent blood shield on the surface of the Death Knight's body.

"Bang"

The sharp pain that erupted from within his body caused Marshal Lothar to fight back out of shape, and the Death Knight dodged his fist and swung his palm, the cold iron armor smashed into Lothar's neck, and the heavy blow knocked the Marshal unconscious with a large amount of blood.

"Glokush, take this bastard away!"

Tyrion grabbed Lothar's arm with his left hand, spun around in place, and threw the old marshal's body into the air, and the knights jumped up to try to catch the old marshal, but when the parabola reached its highest point, the necromantic dragon flew through the air with muskets, arrows, and the attacks of those pesky griffon knights, and the orc death knight saw the opportunity to throw a death grip, grabbing Lothar directly back to the dragon's back.

"What the hell are you..."

"Bang"

Before Lothar could finish his sentence, the orc Death Knight's punch slammed into his head.

"Get some rest! Your Excellency, Marshal! ”

"Tyrion, come up! It's time for us to go! ”

A chain was thrown at Tyreon's feet, and the elven death knight held the humming magic sword apocalypse in both hands, and in the glow of the runes on the sword body, the cold death energy gathered around his body into a substantial frost storm, breaking Orgrim's unwilling attack, so that the Great Chief had to withdraw from the range of the death knight's attack.

"Huh"

Tyrion grabbed the chain with one hand, Apocalypse was thrust back into the scabbard behind his back, and at the low roar of the Necrosaurus, the Death Knight's body soared into the sky, and he held out two fingers and placed them on his forehead, giving Orgrim a strange military salute to the red-eyed Orgrim.

"Farewell! Great Chief, I hope you have a good time in the prisoner of war camp of the Alliance, and if I have the chance, I will go and "visit" yours..."

With a mocking laugh, Orgrim grabbed his tomahawk and threw it at the Death Knight in the air, who threw a backhand death coil that sent it flying.

His gaze swept over the battlefield below, and the elven death knight's heart did not fluctuate, this time the operation to save Lothar seemed to be going well, but he hadn't forgotten those pesky bronze dragons, so he couldn't stay here any longer.

"Go to the upwind trail, go directly to the Dark Gate after delivery, and the less time you delay, the better!"

The Death Knight pondered his next steps, and suddenly, a scorching blade of light shot from the battlefield below, and Tyrion was awoke, and he lowered his head to see a brilliant light smash down on him in the shape of a warhammer.

Tyrion swung his chains in the air, dodging the Holy Light Warhammer, but the chains that swayed in the air could not dodge, with a clicking and breaking sound, the Death Knight's body fell downward, he stretched out his left hand, and a huge amount of death energy gushed out from his palm, buckled to the body of the Necro Dragon, he lowered his head, and saw the guy standing on the hillside, throwing this Holy Light Judgment.

It was the lieutenant of Lothar, a great knight in silver armor and a long sword and shield... Tulayan!

As soon as he saw this guy, the figure of another girl flashed in Tyrion's heart, and a nameless anger vibrated in the death knight's heart, and Tyrion's eyes flashed fiercely as he saw the scorching holy light gather again in Tulayan's hands.

"Huh"

The Grip of Death was actively disconnected by it, and the dark power from the blasphemous seal spread its dark wings behind him, and he pulled out the apocalypse in the air with his backhand, and slashed at Tulayan below with the strange hiss of the magic sword.

"Glokush, take him away! I'll kill a nasty paladin first, and then I'll come..."

"Tyrion! Don't waste time on him, we've done what we have to do, and let Medivan take care of the rest. ”

The orc's voice sounded in Tyrion's heart, who knew that Glokush was right, they had saved the mortal Lothar, which made the bronze dragon come at any moment, but this time, instead of using his reason to stop the nameless fire in his heart, instead, he obeyed the rare anger of the dead.

"Medivan? Do you really think he's a friend? Stop it! Go ahead, throw Lothar at the entrance of the Upwind Trail, and then go to the Dark Gate to meet Roglio as fast as you can! ”

Although I don't know what Tyrion had with that nasty paladin, but from Tyrion's tone, Glokush already knew that there was no way to change this matter, and this orc was also a decisive guy, so he immediately pulled the reins of the necromantic dragon and quickly rose into the air.

They carried Lothar in the direction of the upwind trail, and behind the necromantic dragons, the red dragons who did not know whether they were alive or dead followed.

"Dragon's throat crumbs!"

Glokush. The black hand glanced back at the swaggering red dragons and the scolding dragon knights, a touch of killing intent surged in the eyes of the orc death knight, he reached out and patted the skull of the huge necromantic dragon, he whispered:

"Auguste Detraz, do you want to find a chance to kill them?"

A moment later, the hoarse voice of the necromantic dragon rang out:

"I'd love to get rid of these traitors, I'd love to tear their throats and flesh, don't call that name, that's not my name... Call me, Deathknell! ”

The necrosaurus spreads its wings and flies into the night sky, while Tyrion fights the enraged Tulayan on the ground.

He held up the green anti-magic shield, allowing the holy light that Turayan smashed on him to be silently absorbed, and in the face of the strange magic sword in Tyrion's hand, Turayan, who was becoming more and more proficient in martial arts, fought very hard.

"Tyrion! You should never forget to extinguish the Light! Never try to ruin this! ”

Turayan roared and swung his sword, the scorching light curling around his blade, a light that made him look more courageous and determined.

"This sword is for Lothar!"

"Bang"

The black and gold weapons collided together, and the huge force from his wrist knocked Tulayan back several steps, Tyrion sneered, he stepped forward by mistake, and a huge amount of necromantic energy surged in his other hand, like a whirling storm, and like a war hammer that shattered everything, it slammed into the Holy Light shield on the surface of Tulayan's body.

"Bang"

Tulayan's light and Tyrion's death collided and annihilated each other, like a howling storm, blowing the hair of the two men, and the paladin swung his shield and smashed it at the death knight in front of him, who took a step back, and the magic sword was inserted back into the scabbard behind his back, and the moment Tulayan's sword and shield separated, Tyrion's left hand quickly stuck to the surface of his shield.

The blasphemy seal buzzed, pouring more energy into Tyrion's body, and the cold light in the eyes of the Death Knight became more and more dazzling, and the gushing death energy was like a dark tide, rapidly eroding the holy light on the paladin's body, making Tulayan grit his teeth and want to continue to hold on, but the Death Knight grinned and hooked his fingers.

In the next moment, the blood in Tulayan's body merged into three swirling liquids and fell into Tyrion's palm, and the irrepressible pain erupted in the paladin's body, causing the holy light that could still hold on to his body to sway.

"Dangchang"

Like the sound of glass shattering, the holy light suddenly shattered, and Tulayan's handsome cheek was also hit by a cold fist, which smashed his head outward, causing his body to stagger back, and the next moment, cold fingers clasped around his neck, grabbing his body from the ground.

The Death Knight approached the Paladin, and the cold, dead silence made the Paladin's whole body tremble, and he whispered in the ear of Tulayan, who was constantly struggling:

"I don't want to extinguish your so-called holy light at all... Your life is full of violence and war, and who are you to talk to me about salvation and order? Come on, Grand Knight..."

"I just want to kill you... That's all! ”

His fingers tightened slowly, the light jumping in his eyes became colder and colder, and the other finger hooked forward, and behind the paladin, the strange suspended magic sword Apocalypse whistled and slashed down without anyone holding it.

"Farewell, Tulayan."

"Poof"