The Prince of Lordaeron bravely enters Azeroth

On the platform of the Frozen Throne, a one-on-one life-and-death duel began.

There were many witnesses to this duel, and a wizard set up a barrier to ensure that the fight between the two would not affect innocent people.

A soldier stepped forward and hoisted the battle flag.

Yes... Arthas, that's enough! Stop dreaming about the so-called honorable duel.

You see, only a few minutes have passed. We don’t have much time to prepare for related matters. Let’s first talk about who the two parties in the duel are.

The contestant on the left holding a gray-white rune axe with a heavy face and a desperate momentum is the undead troll Ner'zhul, who has amazing titles such as the Lich King, Warchief of the Horde, Elder Orc Shaman, and Destroyer of Draenor.

The contestant on the right, with his eyes closed, leaning on the sword, with a proud look on his face and exuding a cold and resolute aura, is a young human who is not yet famous in the world of Azeroth, full of potential, and the current Crown Prince (King) of Lordaeron, Arthas Menethil.

By the way, the rules of this Makgora are:

1. To die bravely and respect the tradition of animals

2. Skill exchange, every move is fatal

3. Lyrical dialogue, don’t talk about him

Four: No restrictions, everyone uses their own means

Five: Embrace the glory and the light will last forever

6. Fight to the bitter end and never retreat

"Two duelists, are you ready?"

"The Light is watching over me! Always be ready."

Whoosh! Arthas drew his sword and emitted holy light. He spread his wings and pointed his sword at the head of the enemy in front of him.

"I lived by glory, and I shall die by glory."

Roar! Ner'zhul, beating his chest continuously, raised his head to the sky and let out a battle roar, his icy blue eyes burning even more fiercely.

"Then, please..."

"Jaina, watch how I cut him in two."

Needless to say, by saying this, Arthas lowered the image of a strong man that he had carefully created.

"Lok'Tar Ogar! For the Horde!"

Look at Ner'zhul, shouting slogans and jumping up. This is what should be said and what should be done in a life-and-death battle.

Foolish Arthas! Can you really ignore this?

It's a life-and-death duel. Is it useful to pretend to be weak? Shouldn't we first crush the enemy's rising momentum with the strongest and most appropriate blow?

“Holy Light! Grant me the power of raging flames!”

Facing Ner'zhul's full-strength leap and attack, Arthas remained calm and swung his sword burning with golden flames to meet him head-on.

"Arthas, you think too highly of yourself and underestimate me."

The crisp sound of swords and axes clashing was heard, and it was Arthas and Ner'zhul fighting each other.

"Really? Ner'zhul, don't take yourself so seriously."

The power of the troll's battle axe was too great for Arthas to bear, and he retreated repeatedly with his sword.

After all, the validity period of the crown on his head has long passed, and Arthas has lost his legendary power.

As a master of Holy Light, it was still a bit difficult for him to fight against a "demigod" whose power was gradually weakening.

However, Arthas just smiled and looked at Ner'zhul with burning eyes as he ran towards him with a battle axe.

After swinging two sturdy holy warhammers with one hand towards Ner'zhul in front of him, Arthas stopped and condensed a ball of holy light to hit the ice surface.

Several rays of holy light scattered in all directions, rushing straight towards Ner'zhul in a cone shape, and formed a circle of holy light magic array.

"Respond to my call and fight with me! Brave Meta-Wombat - Soranos."

“Ho! (I’m coming)”

"Bah! Arthas, your behavior is not fair at all."

With an axe, Ner'zhul split the holy light, and when he saw Arthas riding a war bear in front of him, he spat in disdain.

My strength is gradually disappearing, and you...

"Fair? This is the biggest joke in Azeroth!"

“Hahahaha!”

"Poor Ner'zhul, as the Lich King, you should know that fairness is determined by the strong."

"And now you are nothing but a lost dog. Can't we promise to be relatively fair?"

"You are a shaman mentor respected by the orcs of Draenor. There is nothing wrong with me using my summons to fight your ghost wolf."

Turning the sword into a spear, Arthas lightly touched the reins of the Holy Light Wombat and rushed towards Ner'zhul with the spear.

The Death Knight Ner'zhul said, "I am no longer a shaman... The power of the elements is too weak."

"My friends, I think Arthas's style is a bit..."

"Stubborn Uther, take a good look at the increasingly dazzling holy light on Arthas."

"Why should we let others' prestige destroy our own ambitions? My son-in-law did nothing wrong in dealing with this kind of opponent."

After taking a big bite of the barbecue, Daelin patted Uther heavily and spoke.

"Yes, Uther."

"Mr. Admiral is right. We cannot be soft-hearted when facing evil."

"Friends, what I want to say is that Arthas wasn't cruel enough! Can you please let me finish my words?"

"Most of you have been talking about Arthas every day..."

"Not good! How could this war bear be so powerful..."

"Gavinrad! What did you say... Well, it's true."

Turning his attention to the inside of the barrier, it turned out that it was Ner'zhul who leaned back and punched Soranos away, and then chopped down Arthas who was falling from the air with an axe.

Just now, after discovering that Soranos was not strong enough, Arthas acted decisively.

With a loud shout, he patted the bear's back, used the force to rise into the air, swung the rice gun, and struck hard with the gun, all in one smooth move.

He smashed the gun towards Ner'zhul's head, and with a bang, Arthas quickly put away the gun and stepped back a few steps.

Soranos, when did you become so weak? The enemy punched you hard and you hit your face against the barrier.

Close contact with the barrier. I trust you so much that I specially call you to fight with me.

If Soranos, who was lying on the ground "unconscious", could hear what Arthas was thinking, he would surely say.

It's not that I'm not strong, you just change my color a little bit. How can I block such a powerful punch?

If I wasn't strong enough, I would have been able to barely withstand the enemy's fists.

Otherwise, when my soul returns to the shadow world, who will you ride on?

My master, you have to understand that if you are not strong enough, how can we use our heads to help you fight such a brave opponent.

Sorry, I was just following your orders. It was you who wanted to...

"I have had enough of your insults, Ner'zhul! The elemental legions obey my commands!"

All of a sudden, six three-meter-tall earth elementals appeared on the field and surrounded Ner'zhul, but this scene stunned Arthas.

Normally he is used to summoning dozens or even hundreds of elemental minions, but this time they are so weak. Is this how an expert-level earth element is?

"Arthas, you want to defeat me with just these weak elements?"

"Delaying time? Even if my power is lost, it is enough to kill you, a human who is ignorant of the immensity of heaven and earth."

"Go to hell! Hypocritical and cowardly human prince."

After killing six innocent earth elementals with one whirlwind move, Ner'zhul sent them back home with unstoppable momentum.

Holding high the rune axe filled with dark death power, he charged towards Arthas like lightning.

"This is too much! Give me some buffs now, I want to fight him."

Arthas, who was not going to play anymore, shouted angrily and called on the witnesses around him to help.

I thought I was strong enough, but the lost power of Ner'zhul was still too powerful.

As expected, without legendary power, he was only fit to sit at the back and bully the weak.

"Help me! This is a fair duel! There is such a big difference in strength. How can I beat him if he doesn't give me more strength?"

"We are giving you strength, Arthas."

"Look at your agility. What's wrong with holding on for a while?"

Jaina, who had no idea how many times she had practiced privately with Arthas, spoke softly. After so many practices, Arthas should have mastered some of the hero's skills.

It was obvious that her close combat strength had greatly improved, and she could easily kill the mobs in one round.

"Ner'zhul, do you see this? This is the power of unity."

With various buffs, Arthas became arrogant again. After dodging Ner'zhul's attacks one after another, a dazzling light appeared on his body.

He turned his spear into an axe, and in the life-and-death battle with Ner'zhul, he overwhelmed the undead trolls with his own strength for the first time.

"Haha, without them, you are nothing..."

"You are wrong. It is because of them that I am so powerful."

"Supreme Holy Light! Grant me infinite power!"

At this moment, the brilliant Arthas chopped off the rune axe in Ner'zhul's hand and knocked him away with a punch, avenging Soranos.

"Huh... my power..."

Lying on the ground, Ner'zhul had completely lost the power he was proud of. His connection with the Crown of Domination had been severed for too long.

The remaining death force in his body was not enough for him to stand up. From the very beginning, this Makgora was the enemy's pity and humiliation to him.

The few full-strength attacks just now had wasted too much of his death energy. Even if he continued to squeeze his soul, it was only enough for him to live a little longer.

"Ner'zhul, stand up and fight me again."

"This time, I will defeat you fair and square."

"Aren't you crazy? For the sake of glory, you must continue to fight."

Ner'zhul, who was brought up by Arthas, was dismissive and looked at the winner in front of him with contempt.

Aboveboard? You have deceived me too many times, Arthas Menethil. Your credibility is not enough for me to trust you.

"Ner'zhul, this blow is for the innocent people who died because of you!"

"This punch is for those Alliance warriors who sacrificed silently!"

……

"This punch is for the countless lives of Azeroth!"

"This blow is for Draenor, which you destroyed!"

……

"This punch is for Jaina!"

"This punch is for myself!"

After throwing several punches at Ner'zhul, Arthas finally put down Ner'zhul, who had lost the ability to resist. Streaks of black blood adhered to his fists.

"Ahem... You don't understand at all, Arthas. You don't understand what I'm doing..."

"Don't understand? Ner'zhul, you have lost the dream you once had."

"You have failed your wife, Luerkan, and the countless comrades who trusted you."

"Give up the elemental power that Draenor has given you and embrace the so-called power."

"Abandoning the Horde, and being attacked by Kil'jaeden..."

"You are right, but I can't turn back. Fate is pushing me..."

The soul fire in Ner'zhul's eyes was almost extinguished, but he still looked down on the paladin in front of him.

He had seen countless illusions and too many things, and he despised Arthas' eyes full of innocence and hope.

"Fate is not unconquerable, Ner'zhul."

"In the last moments of your life, listen to my advice and try to communicate with the orc ancestral spirits with the same attitude as before."

"I have always believed that no matter what difficulties we face, there is always hope, and heaven and earth will always give us a glimmer of hope."

"Be firm in your beliefs, unite the forces around you, and no difficulties or obstacles can scare us. We will eventually overcome them."

Aren't the words that Arthas said to Ner'zhul actually spoken to himself?

Since he said he would give Ner'zhul a chance to embrace glory, it would not be wrong to try.

"Really? Hahaha, at the end of my earthly life, I will trust you once and try again."

Ner'zhul quietly closed his eyes and called upon the elements devoutly, just like his younger self in the past; he called upon his ancestors; he called upon his wife Rulkan.

He was still resentful of the Dark Naaru he had encountered, that horrible creature that absorbed the souls of its own people to restore its strength.

At that time, he understood that light and darkness were just two sides of the same coin, and only things that belonged to oneself could...

All of a sudden, he seemed to hear Luerkan's voice, and she told him that she was waiting for him there and that she cared about him very much.

The ancestors told him that they welcomed any child who regained his original intention, and they had been watching Ner'zhul silently.

The elements told him that although he had gone astray, at the last moment of his life, they were kind enough to respond to the shaman one more time.

But all of the above was just Ner'zhul's fantasy. Only the elemental power that suddenly appeared in his hands, the elemental power unique to Draenor, quietly entered his cold body.

"The elements of my hometown responded to me. Am I really wrong?"

As the elemental power entered Ner'zhul's body, he climbed up in surprise.

His eyes were filled with the power of the four elements, and the four elements of wind, fire, water and earth rewrote his prayers.

"Hahaha! But it's too late."

"Arthas, what you do is in vain."

"Finally, I'll give you a piece of advice. The Burning Legion and the terrifying existence of death have long been eyeing Azeroth with great suspicion."

"And now, I have to go. You have been fooled. I... Frostmourne!"

With a hiss, Arthas took out Frostmourne, and the cold and sharp sword silently pierced through the body of the undead troll in front of him.

I knew that Tichondrius and his men taking the Crown of Domination was just a false pretense.

The real target should be you. They won't let us torture you so easily. What if you leaked some information?

Also, Ner'zhul, you fool, I gave you a chance, respected your orcish traditions, and granted you an honorable death.

If an old man refuses to die, he is a thief. He is too cunning. He deceives me and teases me... Fortunately, I have the authentic Frostmourne.

However, I was just talking nonsense. You really did regain the power of the elements. The magical world is really wonderful.

Or are the elementals of Draenor too soft-hearted? Do they still hold out hope for you? Then why will Thrall's situation be like in the future?

No, the world is too complicated. I can’t make a decision easily. God knows what is waiting for me in the future.

I can't just think about it randomly. I need more information to prove my guess. If I can touch the idealistic things, isn't it still materialistic?

"Ner'zhul, don't you know that Frostmourne has the ability to absorb souls?"

"Hmm... Arthas, in the orb I compiled, there is actually no such part..."

"I understand. You damned invaders, how dare you deceive honest people like me and Jaina!"

After covering Jaina's face and whispering the truth to her, Arthas angrily pulled out Frostmourne and stabbed Ner'zhul to death again.

Their enemies were too cunning to figure out, what if they had something to monitor them? They had to be on guard.

I still need to learn a lot from them! When you need to learn, you will regret not having enough knowledge...

"Have I failed after all? Luerkan..."

"Don't you want to see Rulkan? Goodbye, Ner'zhul."

"Give my regards to the people inside. If there's a chance, I'll talk to you again."