Chapter 2535 Avalanche

A thought flashed through Anub'arak's mind. He still doesn't care about it now. He must defeat his opponent first. The scarab attacked Shen Long.

"I don't know the heights of the heavens and the earth, but I dare to act wild here, and I don't take me seriously at all!" Shen Long sneered, and the finger formula in his hand changed again, "Samadhi true fire, start!"

With a whoosh, a sea of ​​flames ignited on the ground. These scarabs couldn't play any role in front of the true fire of samadhi, and were burned to ashes in an instant. It made him back again and again. From the experience of these scarabs, he already understood the power of this kind of flame, which was definitely not something he could easily resist. It was much more powerful than the fireball technique released by ordinary mages.

Anub'arak was still able to escape, but Ner'zhul, who was frozen in the ice, could not move. The Samadhi True Fire licked the ice, and the ice that could not be harmed by ordinary flames began to melt instantly. Ner'zhul Zu let out a burst of screams. The Samadhi True Fire not only melted the ice, but also consumed his strength.

"You are not Alsace, Alsace does not know this kind of magic at all!" Ner'zhul finally understood, "No, this kind of flame has never appeared in the entire continent of Azeroth! Who are you!" He said Shen Long became a foreign race who invaded this world like Kil'jaeden and others.

"Go against the sky, deserve punishment, tempt all living beings, and die! The world is boundless, the universe borrows the law, and the sword comes!" Shen Long opened his mouth, and the flying sword that was sacrificed in the world of "Legend of the New White Lady" blurted out. A mysterious arc was drawn in the sky, and it flew towards Anub'arak. Ner'zhul couldn't move anyway, so let's deal with this guy first!

Anub'arak ordered to release the scarab and shadow energy, but these can't hurt Shen Long at all. The scarab can't climb the flames of Samadhi real fire, and the shadow energy dissipates like hot oil and snow in front of the holy light. Anu'arak Barak tried to use his spider legs to resist the flying sword, but Shen Long's refined flying sword would only be sharper than Frostmourne, and after turning around Anub'arak, all the spider legs on his body were cut off.

Anub'arak could only lie on the ground waiting to die, Shen Long raised his left hand to point at Anub'arak, and chanted the formula in his mouth, "Take it!" Shen Long sucked Anub'arak's huge body over. , fell into the Samadhi real fire, and then his whole body began to burn. Although he has become an undead, the Samadhi real fire can directly burn the soul, so Anub'arak still felt extremely painful, desperately burning in the flames. Howled.

Fortunately, the power of the real fire of Samadhi was too great. Anub'arak didn't cry for a long time before it was wiped out. The king of the Nerubians finally got rid of Ner'zhul's restraint. At the last moment, he sent Shen Long Casting a grateful glance, at this time he finally woke up and regained the dignity that the king should have.

"Impossible! Impossible!" Ner'zhul murmured, bursts of black air came out from the cracks in the ice, Ner'zhul already understood the danger he was facing, and also guessed that Kel'Thuzad and How did Mal'Ganis die? If it was this kind of flame, maybe even their souls would be incinerated, and there would be no way to resurrect them, right?

Hehe, you guessed wrong, my method of destroying souls is far more than this one! Shen Long knew that Ner'zhul wanted to run away now. Even though he would have to pay a huge price to escape here, and there might even be no way to recover his strength, it was better than burning his soul clean.

Ner'zhul's soul was tortured by Kil'jaeden for countless years, but he still didn't want to be completely free. He also wanted to find a way out for himself;

The crack became wider and wider, Shen Long sneered again, "This kind of spell is still holding on, I see you flee there, I want you to die without a place to die!"

With a light swipe of the sword art with his left hand, the true fire of Samadhi on the ground seemed to come alive, rolling towards the ice, the flames blocked all the cracks, and the black air dissipated instantly as soon as it touched the flames, and Ner'zhul fired again. He cried out in agony, the pain reminded him of the scene where his soul was tortured by Kil'jaeden.

He even regrets it a little now. If he had known that he would meet such a terrible guy on the continent of Azeroth, he might as well continue to be tortured by Kil'jaeden. At least he is still useful in front of Kil'jaeden and will not be easily killed. Death, and this guy in front of him is definitely going to wipe himself out!

"Ahhhhhh~~" After screaming for a while, Ner'zhul could only give up his plan to escape, the black air shrank back into the ice, and the Samadhi True Fire immediately rolled in along the gap, trying to continue the pursuit , Ner'zhul could only reluctantly give up the precious energy to repair the cracks in the ice, and barely temporarily blocked the true fire of Samadhi.

At the same time, he tried his best to summon the army of undead around him. It was no longer the time for him to solve the problem alone. There were 200,000 undead in Northrend. He didn't believe that Shen Long could beat so many people.

Immediately, hurried footsteps sounded around, and the army of undead, including ghouls, crypt lords, abominations, death knights, psychics, and liches, either came from the underground passage or the path in the mountains. This side rushed over, and the sound of dragon chant came from the sky, and the frost dragon that turned into a skeleton flew towards Shen Long.

In ancient times, dragons would fly to the cold northern continent of Northrend to wait for death when their lives were about to end. Over time, it became the tomb of giant dragons, and the bones of countless dragons were scattered on the continent. After Ozu took control of Northrend, he used powerful magic to resurrect the bones of the dead dragon.

These giant dragons emit a breath that can freeze enemies in the air and on the ground, but their speed is very slow, far inferior to Viserion, who was resurrected by the Night King in "Game of Thrones".

"Kill him, kill him!" Ner'zhul no longer cared about Shen Long's physical body, and now the most important thing is to save his own life. As long as he kills him, he can lure others to pick up Frostmourne in the future and become own death knight.

"Thunder, lightning, wind and fire! Kill!" Shen Long was not frightened by the densely packed undead natural disasters. He jumped up and stepped on the flying sword and flew into the air. Countless thunders fell instantly, splitting the undead natural disasters on the ground. Bad.

However, this is not the most lethal method. What's more, amidst the roar of thunder, the snow that has not melted for thousands of years on the Ice Crown Glacier began to collapse, and the avalanche rolled towards the army of undead.

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