The Prince of Lordaeron bravely enters Azeroth

On a dark and messy battlefield, rays of faint blue light were engraved in it, illuminating the surrounding dark vision.

At the same time, countless debris are left here, with corpses scattered all over the ground. How unfortunate and cruel it is.

On this battlefield, they are the only ones silently narrating how fierce the previous battles were, how cruel the enemies were, and how frustrated they themselves were.

They are... "countless" Scourge fragments smashed into pieces by the Drust Revenant Army using large weapons.

This result seems a bit unexpected and does not fit in with the Scourge's past style.

The Scourge has always crushed the enemy with numbers. Every time an enemy dies, the Scourge will have another fearless warrior who sacrifices himself.

Their battlefields should be expanding as they fight, like a snowball, so how could the Scourge be in such a disadvantageous situation!

So, what was the reason that led to their defeat?

Let us put time...wait, it seems like there is some sound, they combine into a special piece of music, which is thought-provoking.

At the beginning of the movement, there was a bang, and a black figure was hit and flew away by a big stick.

There was another bang! The black figure was also hit by a big stick on the other side.

"This idiot... is really tough. I can't kill him even after beating him for a long time."

A very strong little leader standing in the center of the Drust ghost army sighed, and then with a loud bang, he chopped the "baseball" in front of him with an axe.

He was troubled by the fact that he had cracked the "baseball" so many times that he had completely lost count.

He only remembered the moment when "Baseball" became an ancient sacrificial item. Before the ceremony began, it shouted angrily: "Ants, how dare you bully me!" As soon as "Baseball" finished speaking these half-heard and half-understood words, he was knocked away by the general's hammer.

"He is simply an undead monster. Can we really defeat him?"

"Sister, can't it be?"

"I suspect... there is only one way to defeat him, and that is to be sealed by us."

At this moment, a little leader who was standing next to her and looked a little thin compared to her, dropped the curved blade sword in his hand.

Why is it so difficult to break through the legendary protective energy?

Could it be that this undead who had just entered the legendary realm... a former living being, was following a defensive legendary path?

He was very puzzled, and in his own mind, he gave a new definition to the "baseball" that was flying back into the air before him.

"Yeah, brother."

"No matter how hard we hacked at him, he remained unscathed. He was as hard as a mountain."

At this moment, the majestic little Drust leader picked up a slightly chipped sledgehammer from under his feet.

She handed it to the thin little leader who was thinking, and solved the problem of his weapon being badly damaged.

"What's even more outrageous is that this giant mountain refused to throw out even a single crumb, and has been resisting our continuous attacks like a violent storm."

"Sister, I still can't figure it out."

"How dare he attack us...with a large army and kill so many of our compatriots."

"I can still feel it now... their resentment, it keeps ringing in my ears."

After stepping on the zombie head next to him, he vented his anger a little and smashed a skeleton warrior who had just crawled near him looking for a head with a hammer.

You are still trying to attack me. The great Drust will only give you a decent death.

Bah! A bunch of scum, the brave servants in the "baseball" mouth, without a powerful master to support you, you are nothing.

"Brother, he only chases after weaklings like us, using his strength to bully the weak."

"Thinking back carefully to the previous battles, he didn't even bother to mess with a legend, or even a Grandmaster like us."

"His actions led to the ruthless slaughter of all the soldiers under our leader, leaving no one alive."

Holding her hairless gray chin, she recalled the previous battle, a conspiracy against the weak.

The momentum is so powerful that it intimidates all directions, and the power emanating from the hands is so flashy.

Oh, and his horse could actually disappear out of thin air and could not be found at all.

"He can clearly control the power of death around him, spawning a steady stream of soldiers to continue the attrition war with us."

"With this kind of defense and control, what on earth was he thinking?"

"Besides, he can't control us, and killing us won't create an army for him."

The more she thought about it, the weirder it seemed to her, and after careful consideration, she decided that Baseball's behavior was inappropriate.

Why is "Baseball" so crazy in such a short fighting time, having the advantage but not taking advantage of it?

All along, after charging back and forth several times, the army was beaten back and gradually surrounded again.

The undead army at the beginning, as well as their momentum and declaration, really made us feel like we were facing a formidable enemy.

"Could it be that he... the Lich King has a bigger conspiracy, sister?"

"I understand that everything he does has a purpose."

With a bang, a hammer hit the "baseball" that flew towards him. He scratched his head, called it respectfully, clapped the hammer in his hand, and began to tell the "baseball" conspiracy from his perspective.

"The Lich King's support for those two cowardly invaders was just a casual move."

"Given the stench of Proudmoore on him, he must be a member of the Proudmoore family."

"Like that fool, but different from her, he secretly studied our Drust death magic and achieved his own unique results."

"The magic sword in his hand that sticks to him can cut through our defenseless souls with one blow. He is truly a formidable enemy."

As they were talking, he and she found a few Drust players nearby and switched positions to play with them.

"And his hideous armor has no trace of being beaten by weapons. I have no idea what it is made of."

"So, whether he is pretending to be arrogant or only targeting the weak, he is doing it for a goal."

"Oh, the target you're talking about is?"

Hearing this, she cooperated and asked him questions.

"Five minutes ago, he quietly flew in another direction and woke up just in time. He swung his magic sword and directly destroyed the core of the formation we used to corrupt Proudmoore."

"Because the core of our army's formation has been broken, the leader may mistakenly think that the enemy has wiped out our army."

"This also caused our Drust army to be temporarily unable to contact other brothers and sisters, which delayed our leader's big plan and prevented us from obtaining comprehensive and real-time information about the rest of us."

He pointed to the large, scattered fragments of the Drust rune not far away and expressed his fear of the destructive power of "Baseball".

At this moment, he also felt cold sweat on the back of his soul.

With such strong power, he directly took the magic sword that could restrain us at the beginning, and while we were unaware of the Lich King's background, he ended the lives of our three generals with a few swords.

Didn't the Lich King win? The gap between the two sides is completely different.

With all the time he needs to prepare to destroy our magic circle, I think he might as well just kill us all to save trouble and time.

"Plus, based on the news we received before we lost contact with each other."

"We know that two Kul Tiras teams have been destroying part of our magic circle, and one of our rescue teams was completely killed."

"We look for traces to support the reinforcements. All three generals understand."

"The spiritual imprint they left behind was directly erased and disappeared in the general's hands."

"This is a sign of soul-breaking. Like our compatriots who died at his hands before, they don't even have the chance to go to the Shadow Realm."

He bent down and picked up a piece of the withered wooden helmet of his best friend, his most trusted brother, to commemorate his own brother.

"All these signs indicate that he has been playing with us and dispersing our manpower."

"Isn't this his plot? The Lich King said it himself. He is the master of the dead."

"Then he must have some basis or strength to dare to say so."

After he said this, she also picked up the dead wood helmet of a sister and said no more.

They both had only one wish, that the death of their brothers and sisters was worth it, that he must die or be sealed forever and accept eternal torture from them, the Drust people.

"Gao Nut, Gao Midi, what are you two thinking about?"

At this time, a tall Drust came up to the two of them and held their shoulders.

He carried a crystal skull axe on his back and had two dark blue blades on his hands. The sharp hidden blade just missed his men and only grazed them.

"General Alarak, the problem is, we can't kill him."

The two Drust leaders, one strong and one thin, suddenly woke up and pointed to the air at the same time. Then they slashed through the space with their swords and beat back the other two generals like "baseballs".

"Ants, your resistance is in vain!"

At every critical moment, "Baseball" would always wake up in time, shout angrily, and directly interrupt the sealing magic of the other two generals and others.

At the same time, every time this moment comes, the "baseball" they see will be hit away by their compatriots who have been prepared for a long time.

They didn't know whether "Baseball" was gathering strength again. Anyone would have a headache dealing with such an enemy.

Almost twenty-four minutes had passed since Baseball returned, and he alone had attracted the firepower and attention of this large army.

Because all the Drust that could teleport had to work together first and try to seal the "baseball", before Chief Gollak's words arrived, everyone wanted to kill this bastard first.

Rather than accepting the life-threatening support mission assigned by the general, it would be better to solve the biggest threat in front of them first, and then unite to wipe out the two elite teams sent by Kul Tiras.

"Tall Nuts, Tall Midi, I can only tell you one thing."

"This is all coincidence. He doesn't have such great abilities. Without that magic sword and that armor, he would be an absolute waste."

"He is just an ordinary legend who thinks highly of himself. His power is not invincible. He has been defeated by us."

"The damage to the magic circle was just an accident, and that... our comrade has also gloriously completed his mission."

Folding his hands and gently wiping his hidden blade, General Alarak explained the reason.

Before we could punish that comrade for his mistake, he was burned to ashes by a soul-tearing light from the enemy.

"Of course, we have to admire him... The light in him is a powerful weapon to restrain us dead, just like the Knights of Embers in the past, using fire to purify our compatriots who once gave up resistance."

"General Alarak, how long will it take us to defeat him?"

The two men simultaneously asked for the answer to the general who was feeling a little guilty.

If we hadn't sacrificed ourselves in the front and tried to test the enemy's cards one after another, you losers would have been beaten into pieces by the enemy long ago, exactly the same as the undead pieces on the ground.

At the beginning, you were as arrogant as he was. If we had been more cautious from the beginning and not rushed into it, how many brothers and sisters would have been saved?

If you three legends were not our Drust's capital to fight against legends, we would just want to chop off your heads and see what kind of mess is in your soul brains.

The reason why we dare not leave here is because we are afraid of this invincible monster, which will devour us step by step and destroy our Drust race.

"My brothers and sisters, please trust General Mordecai and General Schuyling."

"They are the two most powerful wizards in our Drust besides our leader Gorak Tul."

Having said that, Alarak gathered a ball of dark power of death and hit Arthas in the air with all his might.

This ordinary legend becomes more and more resistant as he is beaten, and wakes up faster and faster, so he can't be delayed any longer.

"Look, our seal is almost successful."

Seeing the sealing array in the air finally taking shape, General Alarak pointed at Arthas who was knocked unconscious again, and reminded his two subordinates behind him.

Our waiting and actions were not in vain. We were finally able to seal this monster and solve our biggest worry.

"We understand, General Alarak."

"The enemies of the Drust will be devoured by Thros. None can defeat the mighty Drust."

The strong tall nut and the thin tall midi looked at each other, stretched out their right arms, and contributed their strength to the sealing magic circle in the air.

No matter how many conflicts there are between us, when facing a strong enemy, we all have the same ideas.

After we kill the enemy in front of us, we can discuss our dream of reviving Drust. Drust will surely take back our own land.

"Your resistance is in vain."

The dark blue eyes suddenly became brighter, and the legendary Lich King was burning with rage, as if he was about to devour the power of death around him.

You unruly people actually dare to seal your king. Can you withstand the wrath of the king?

"How many times do you want me to tell you, you... maggots... incompetent wastes..."

In this dark fog, Arthas silently tore up the scrolls of enhancing strength and speed that Jaina had left for him before she left, after taking the scrolls of enhancing defense and recovery.

I've played with you guys for so long, it's time to end it. Do you really think that all the beatings I received were in vain?

I admit that I underestimated you, but you also underestimated me. In addition to having a top-notch logistics officer, my wisdom is also not weak.

"Arrogant ants, it's time for you to see my true power."

In just a moment, several bolts of lightning suddenly struck out from this dark land, quickly, accurately and fiercely, and directly hit the Lich King's head.

"This is my power, the power of holy light!"

At this moment, a ray of holy light flashed from the Lich King's hand, smashing the sealing array like a meteorite and bombarding the Drust army of undead souls below.

To deal with ghosts like you who cannot be transformed into undead, I should just use Holy Light to blast them in the face. Why should I waste the power of death to fight a war of attrition with you!

Well, it’s not that I don’t know how to control ghosts... One of my teachers once taught me to give full play to the wild power of my body, a young man with the appearance of a great druid.

Bang, crack, bang, clang, ping-pong... The wild waves are a kind of... Nanaidi... a baptism of holy light that I have been accumulating for a long time!

“Holy Light! Use your trillion lumens to tell these evil ghosts what the call from the Holy Light is!!”

As if he heard the Lich King's prayer, the holy light in his hand was like a thousand-meter-long cannon. With a bright golden shot, he once again blasted at the Drust army of undead souls below, most of whom were blinded by it.

Among them, a relatively rare number of Drust souls disappeared silently because they could not withstand the burning sensation of the holy light.