The Prince of Lordaeron bravely enters Azeroth

"Monster, the Drust will destroy you!"

The person who said this was a Drust holding a big stick. He closed his eyes, roared loudly, and hit Arthas in the face with the stick with blue sparks.

"Humph!"

Facing an opponent who dared to challenge him, Arthas raised Frostmourne, snorted coldly, and instantly flashed behind his opponent.

With a clang sound!

A Hidden Blade Drust, who also had his eyes closed, raised his hands and held up an ice-blue shield to block the unsportsmanlike attacker.

"Humph!"

With a cold snort, Alarak took advantage of the moment when the enemy broke his shield, instantly pulled out the dead wood axe behind him, and chopped at the enemy's head.

A clang!

The withered wood axe broke into two pieces with a sound. Alarak had no time to restrain his strength, so he had to quickly raise his hidden blade and charge forward.

Three swishing sounds rang out! The attacker stabbed both arms of Alarak's soul... Retracting his hands from his hidden blade, Alarak took a step forward, and with unrivaled momentum, he dodged to the right in an attempt to avoid this fatal attack.

Bang bang twice!

Hearing the sound, two Drusts, one fat and one thin, stepped forward and used the weapons in their hands to barely "block" Arthas' attack, buying the general time to react.

A crack!

After cutting off two obstacles, Arthas beheaded the owner of one of the obstacles.

At the moment when the owner of the sturdy emblem left an expression of disbelief, he pinched another Drust with one hand, drawing the power of holy light in his body, and detonated the thin emblem in his hand.

He transformed the two souls in the air into pure power of death, condensed a beam of dark death light, and hit General Alarak who had just picked up a shield.

The moment Alarak raised his shield to defend himself, a huge hand made of evil aura grabbed his body.

As the clanging sound of the shield falling was heard, a big evil hand pulled him towards the position of the magic sword in the attacker's hand.

"what!"

Faced with the enemy's surprise attack when he lost his vision, Alarak shouted loudly, and a raging blue flame burst out from his body. He struggled hard with his hands and burst the shackles that bound him.

Without waiting for Alarak to carefully sense his position, Arthas directly slashed out three red, green and blue cross-shaped death blows.

He confused his opponent's perception from the front and sides, and rushed towards his opponent's heart with a sword in hand.

"Drink!"

With another loud shout, Alarak, who had regained his sight, raised his right hand, and a semi-elliptical blue shield stood around him.

As expected, Arthas's icy slash, which was filled with frost energy, was blocked by the shield, but it was also gradually shattered by Frostmourne.

"You killed my brothers and sisters, and I'm going to make you pay... Monster!"

The moment the death shield was broken, Alarak's originally dark blue eyes suddenly turned blood red, and he raised his left hand.

Because of the boundless rage in his heart, he tried his best to squeeze out the power of death in his body and condensed a five-meter-long dark blue soul axe above his left hand.

Arthas remained silent about Drust's actions, picked up Frostmourne, which was surrounded by two-color energy, and swung the sword hard at the enemy in front of him.

"Butcher, I want you to pay with blood!"

Holding high the huge axe that contained most of his strength, Alarak swung his hands and the huge axe fell down, chopping straight at the enemy who was attacking him.

He didn't plan to defend himself because the power in his body was greatly compressed, leaving his soul and body riddled with holes.

The giant axe he concentrated seemed ready to take away the enemy and its master together without any mercy.

Even if you want to kill me, I will inflict a heavy blow on you and help my brothers and sisters to slow you down.

Frostmourne collided violently with the great axe, and energy continued to leak out, blowing Alarak away.

It seemed that Arthas was not going to trade injury for injury after all, and swung his sword to block Alarak's fatal blow.

At this time, because of General Alarak's fearless behavior, the surrounding Drust undead army, led by the other two generals, surrounded this place.

Seeing that their brothers could still be saved, General Mordecai and General Sqiulin breathed a sigh of relief at the same time, picked up dead wood clubs, and led their elite troops to charge towards Arthas.

Of course, the two of them also worked together to summon a transparent black shield to cover their brothers.

However, their faces suddenly darkened, and the dark blue soul fire in their eyes became stronger and stronger, trying to stop the enemy.

"You are too late, Drust."

No longer insulting the enemies around him, Arthas rarely affirmed their clan name and held up a holy light shield in the gradually dissipating black shield.

Chi! Frostmourne passed through the Drust soul emblem in front of its master, and with it a ray of light, it blasted towards the silent and angry enemy.

"Monster, it turns out... all of this... is... in your..."

"You have lived longer, pathetic Drust."

Reaching out to hold the enemy in front of him, Arthas felt a trace of pity and used the holy light to give Alarak some warmth from the holy light.

I am a butcher. I have killed so many undead and orcs in my hands... I don't even know how many there are, let alone you.

"D…Russ…would…not…"

"I've kept you talking longer too, Nameless Drust."

Swoosh! The magic sword in Arthas's hand rang with joy, madly transforming General Alarak's soul.

There is no time to absorb the enemy's soul. Only by transforming the enemy into the master's power can the approaching crisis be resolved.

"You actually... you actually dared to kill my brother!"

Together with the warriors, he broke the holy light that was coming towards him. General Mordecai tightly gripped the big stick in his hand, pointed at Arthas, and spoke angrily.

Looking at the gradually shattered soul of Alarak, Sqiulin clenched the big stick in his hand and turned to signal his men to carry out the plan.

"Evil executioner, I will do it for Allah..."

"I have no interest in knowing the name of the angry Drust, for you will all die by my hands."

Extending his left hand forward and clenching it into a fist, Arthas told the Drust around him in a cold voice about their ending.

"You should know that this is a war, a war to the death between us."

Pulling out the floating magic sword, Arthas swung the king's cloak behind him, summoning a cold wind that pounced on the Drust around him.

The original plan was completed beyond the scope. You have lost a legend, but my strength is still at its peak.

"From the moment you picked up the butcher knife and hurt my innocent compatriots, you monsters will pay the price!"

At this moment, Arthas's aura erupted once again, and the nameless Drust legend had turned into a thick ball of death.

This ball of death gradually melted and was slowly soaked with Frostmourne, turning it into a pitch-black sword of death.

The demon head on the hilt of the sword was emitting seemingly infinite black light, and the sound of the sword was even clearer, but it lay safely in the hand of its master, obeying orders.

"Everything my people have suffered was caused by you, Drust."

"Haha, your history has fooled you, monster!"

Mordecai smiled coldly at Arthas's remarks and continued to inject strength into the withered wooden club in his hand.

The history compiled by your ancestors is biased towards you. If you had not provoked the war, my family would not have died.

"It was you humans who started the dispute first. This is all your fault."

"You ignorant monsters, if you hadn't invaded our territory, we wouldn't have resisted!"

"We are all monsters to each other, what right do you have to call us an invasion?"

Upon hearing the words invasion and resistance, Arthas shook his head and slashed a bloody sword at General Mordecai who said this.

It has come to this point. Verbal confrontation is useless. Don't think I don't know what you want to do.

I must do my utmost to destroy your elite forces before your plans against me are completed.

"Moreover...where was your anger when I killed the other warriors of your Drust?"

"You would only do this when your close brother died in battle?"

Mordecai broke the bloody sword energy with a stick, spun the staff in his hand, and slammed it hard on the ground with a bang, responding to Arthas's two questions.

In the ground under Arthas' feet, countless dead trees grew from the bottom to the top, and the withered roots tightly entangled his feet like glue, constantly spreading upwards.

"We are all invaders. We are evil by nature and dark by nature."

"But we are also the embodiment of light and believers of the Holy Light. We fight for ourselves and for our own people."

After slowly saying these two sentences, Arthas slowly raised his left hand and summoned the holy light again to illuminate the all directions.

"Feel the baptism of the Holy Light, Drust."

As the holy light in his hands shone, the black dead wood on his body instantly turned gray and slowly turned into dust.

He took a step forward and swung his sword at the Drust souls that were rushing towards him.

The moment Frostmourne stabbed General Mordecai, a gust of evil wind blew away all enemies in its attack direction.

The biting cold wind and the bloody red wind took advantage of this opportunity to ruthlessly pass through some Drust warriors outside the circle who had no time to react.

"Stand back, Mordecai!"

"We are an army, my brother."

Together with several soldiers behind him, they blocked Arthas' attack and loudly reminded his comrades.

What the enemy wants is our anger. We are generals, and we control the fate of countless Drust compatriots.

"We can't just fight this kind of enemy alone."

Because of Schuylin's words, Mordecai regained his sanity, temporarily suppressed the rage in his heart, and joined them in repelling Arthas.

When Arthas raised his sword to deal with the continuous attacks of fifteen Drust warriors, Schuyling and Mordecai instantly flashed back to the army.

The two of them called on the other Drust Revenant Mages, and they performed the same action, firmly inserting the staff in their hands, bending their souls slightly, and pressing the ground with one hand.

"We must fully utilize the advantages of the army... Soldiers, fight!"

"We have sacrificed so many of our compatriots... for this moment... We cannot let their sacrifice be in vain."

When fifteen brave Drust warriors died, a giant black magic circle enveloped all the Drust souls present.

The power of death that has merged with the environment continues to enter their souls, solidifying their souls and making them taller and stronger.

"They died gloriously and are the pride of us Drust."

"In the name of Drust, it is time for us to avenge them..."

The two Drust generals swore loudly, raised the dead wood staffs in their hands, and mobilized the power of the army to unite.

Then, the heavy weapons in the hands of the Drust warriors flashed deep blue light at the same time, buzzing and resonating with each other.

"In the name of Drust, we will have our revenge!"

At this time, the Drust army shouted in unison and took a step forward at the same time.

At this moment, Arthas, who was in the center of them, suddenly felt a heavy pressure.

The pressure overwhelmed him immediately, but Arthas was unwilling to kneel down. He stood proudly and looked at the dead souls around him with indifference.

Therefore, with a loud bang, the momentum of this huge army pressed him into the ground.

At the same time, Drust's army of undead souls turned into streaks of light and flashed in a farther direction, at the edge of the formation, distancing themselves from Arthas.

Even though the army of more than 40,000 was reduced to about 36,000 by Arthas, they were still not afraid of any invaders and vowed to defend Thros to the death.

When they first encountered this kind of enemy, they did not prepare a formation immediately. Facing Arthas' repeated attacks, they could only waste their own lives, silently accumulating strength, and forming the strongest Drust army formation.

At this moment, even if Gorak Tur came, he could not stop their determination to kill the enemy in front of them.

Since the enemy before them wanted to exterminate them and invade their territory once again, they would also cut him into pieces and destroy everything he had.

"The nameless strong man... Oh no, the incompetent arrogant man."

"No one can invade the Drust territory and come back safe and sound!"

A giant sphere, constantly swallowing and spitting out deadly energy balls, gradually condensed above Sqiulin, Mordecai, and the souls of the Drust dead.

"Of course, even if your true strength is that of a demigod, you will still suffer such a fate!"

At the moment when the black ball took shape, Sqiulin and General Mordecai took a step forward together, picked up their staffs and pointed them at the enemy in front of them.

“I have so much regret! I have so much regret!!”

Following the steps of the two generals, the Drust ghosts roared in unison once more, swinging their weapons and striking the ground.

With their guidance, the black ball containing countless death forces, with a power that seemed to be able to destroy everything, slammed down towards the Drust enemy in the center of the battle formation.

"I can't fall here. You are the ones who will suffer the consequences!"

At this time, seeing the huge ball above their heads getting closer and closer, the enemy of the Drust army shouted angrily.

He raised Frostmourne, broke through the pressure of the Drust formation, and slashed at the black ball of death coming towards him.

Frostmourne and the black ball of death collided violently. The forces of death that were scattered due to their confrontation turned into beams of pure black corrosive energy and scattered in all directions.

However, Arthas was powerless to resist it.

He was gradually being swallowed by the black ball of death, and gradually... the black ball of death "retreat" a little bit... and then quickly smashed down again.

The moment he was actually swallowed by the black ball, a black light flashed. Compared with the surrounding darkness, it was so insignificant that no Drust could detect it.

"Behold, brothers and sisters of the Drust!"

"We have fulfilled our promise, we have destroyed our enemies, you can rest in peace, we have won!"

Watching Arthas being gradually swallowed by the black ball of death, the earth was shaking because of the black ball of death, leaving a huge pit. Sqiulin and Mordecai looked at each other and couldn't help but loudly declare Drust's victory.

The enemy who attempted to invade the sacred territory of Drust was once again defeated by Drust.

"We won, victory belongs to the Drust!"

However, at the moment when the Drust army was cheering for victory, a loud and familiar sound of swords rang out again.

"No, the final victory belongs only to me."

The person who made this... subtle sound was squatting on top of a piece of rune rubble, wiping Frostmourne in his hand. Behind him were two figures wearing equipment of different colors, one tall and one short.

In addition, there was a gray-white armored demon with bat wings and a lady in purple and white cloth armor standing beside him, one on the left and one on the right.

"Dreadlord, you did a great job. I am very satisfied."

Your trump cards are really outrageous, but mine may be even more outrageous, I didn’t expect it!

"Kill them all, Arthas!"

"I am on your side...always...until forever...I have everything you want, my Lord."

〖Off topic: I’ll add an extra chapter for Yueying and three or four other friends who have been following the book. Please give your names so that I can know who they are.

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Lately, I’ve been writing just one chapter a day, and I really want to take a break.

Of course, I will add more when I feel like it.

(＞人＜;) (.?＿?.)?I'm sorry~〗