The Prince of Lordaeron bravely enters Azeroth

"You guys... I have nothing to say."

"This is a matter of life and death for our troops. Are you afraid of death?"

Together with Mordecai and other Drust wizards, they cast spells to block all kinds of arcane magic in the sky. Sqiulin looked helplessly at his compatriots below and gave them the blessing from their wizards in a deep voice.

Seemingly endless fireballs, frost arrows, and arcane missiles attacked from the sky. The formation formed by the Drust army was connected, but several key points were blocked by the sudden appearance of two Jainas.

The power of the formation was lost, there was no reinforcement, and there were only two strong men fighting against the enemy alone. Everything made them feel extremely stressed, but they had no choice but to grit their teeth and hold on.

"Not afraid!"

"You... for the sake of Drust, please stop them."

The enemies of the Drust are showing their fangs, and with communications damaged, they are the only ones who can stop them here.

For some unknown reason, the messenger that was sent out never came back... A series of bad situations made Sqiulin think that their main force, the elite of Drust, might have to stay here.

Gorak Tul, is a Proudmoore really that important?

We have two of them here, and they are gradually eating us away.

I hate it! He has such great power, why does he keep playing with us?

Our leader, are you really going to ignore us?

"At your command, General Schuyling, for the Drusts!"

Ignoring Sqiulin's slightly depressed look, the vanguard of 2,400 ghosts, led by their respective leaders, shouted in unison in response to the general on the battlefield, then picked up their weapons and rushed towards the trio of masters and apprentices who were slaughtering their Drust compatriots in the distance.

Although their respective offensives were uneven, the Drust main brigade certainly lived up to its name.

They risked their own lives, disregarded their own safety, and vowed to complete the tasks assigned by their superiors.

They have marks carved by wizards on their bodies, which greatly enhance their strength and defense, but the side effect is equally terrible, burning their souls.

Therefore, before Arthas, Uther, and Muradin had finished dealing with the enemies around them, the Drust Suicide Squad had fresh blood coming towards them fiercely, not afraid of any pain.

"And you, be prepared, seize the opportunity, and make sure you succeed."

Looking at the flickering light in the distance, which caused the lives of his compatriots to gradually disappear, he handed over the order to the second assassination team in the plan.

Even if the final outcome is death, he will still have a chance to gnaw off a bone from his enemy...

"Don't worry, General Schuyler, we are ready."

"Very good, you are worthy of being a good boy of our Drust."

As soon as these words were spoken, this assassination team of 3,000 people instantly became invisible and disappeared from the sight of others.

At the same time, the third and fourth batches of troops, after receiving blessings from General Mordecai and other wizards, also left here with their own missions.

"My old friend, Schuyling, do we really want to do this?"

"Has everything really reached a point of no return? We obviously still have other troops."

Looking up at the two Proudmoores above him, Mordecai reached out and took the Witherwood Amulet handed to him by his old friend.

"Mordke, we are now alone."

"We don't know why, but no one can receive the message we sent out."

"The enemy has completely figured out our tactics. This is the last stand of our unit."

Also taking the staff handed over by his old friend, Sqiulin threw the two weapons around a broken axe and injected the power of death.

The three generals' weapons suddenly ignited a dark blue magic circle around them, and beams of death aura continuously seeped into their bodies.

A blue beam passed through the three weapons, connecting them together and gradually pulling them closer.

"My old friend, let me take over."

While casting a spell with the soldiers beside him to maintain the army's shield, Mordecai thought for a moment and spoke in a deep voice.

"No, Mordecai, we made the wrong decision before."

"You need to stay alive. You have a more important mission."

When he and several wizards fired several death balls at the enemies above their heads, Sqiulin rejected his idea.

As the two Drust generals stared at the two Jainas and silently cast spells to counterattack, a ray of holy light devoured several Drust souls.

Before they could even utter a cry, Frostmourne turned them into the power of death, rushing towards their former compatriots.

"Arthas, what have you done?"

With the strike of a hammer on the ground, holy light flashed, and Uther stepped on the golden light of dedication, burning the ghosts around him.

However, they wailed in pain from the Holy Light, but kept attacking.

Until they died completely and turned into two rays of light, one was used by Frostmourne and the other was taken by the wizards.

"They are completely different from the Scourge I remember. They are a race, not servants of certain people."

"I admire their determination to defend their land to the death, but I am also puzzled by it."

"Are they the Horde of this world... the Forsaken led by Sylvanas?"

After eliminating the enemies that rushed towards him again, Uther loudly asked the questions in his mind to his students.

He would show no mercy to the enemy who attacked him, but in his heart...he thought that he might be an aggressor.

"The Forsaken, what race is that?"

Knowing the truth but pretending to be confused, Arthas returned to his original tone and asked in confusion.

"Teacher Uther, I have no idea what you are talking about."

"All I understand is that they are Drust, eager to take our people's lands and use them as sacrifices, blood sacrifices... They are the same as those greenskin tribes that I and the other you fought against."

“They took Jaina. That’s why I’m here… to Kul Tiras.”

Breaking through Frostmourne, Arthas used his two swords to create a whirlwind of death, and with the cold wind, he blew away the ghosts that were besieging Muradin.

You already know about the Forsaken and Sylvanas, and there are people around you from different time points, so why are you still asking me?

Why can that demon and white-haired Jaina become... Have you been fooling me from the beginning?

Then it shouldn't be too much for me to fool you a little and give you a little return.

"Child, don't underestimate the power of the dwarves!"

Muradin threw the hammer covered with thunder in his hand and shouted in dissatisfaction.

"Uther, instead of guessing whether the enemies who are hostile to you are good or bad, it is better to knock them down first and then talk to them."

He suddenly grasped the battle axe with both hands, chopped the ghost in front of him into pieces, and gave Uther some advice.

We have all had a time-travel experience where we just fight and the enemies are all around us.

"If Kul Tiras has been turned into this by the Drust, then we are doing the right thing and need to fight harder."

"Arthas can not only use holy light, but also balance death."

"You have nothing to worry about. He has already told us the answer."

He jumped over in an instant, picked up the warhammer that had pierced through several Drust, raised his hands, raised his head and roared, then took a step forward.

Dwarf Muradin version of Whirlwind, Holy Storm, Bladestorm, and Hammerstorm are activated!

"Teacher Muradin is right. What I have believed in from the beginning to the end is... the Holy Light!"

Seeing the familiar action, Arthas was not willing to be outdone. He called upon the holy light and activated the Light Blade Storm!

I called you my mentor in a nice tone, but you turned the tables on me. Can't you Uthers just have a few more like Muradin?

To deal with old stubborn people like you, I can only use Holy Light to fool you. The Frostmourne in my hand is "crying".

"Butcher, your end has come."

With one sword, he wiped out the ten Drust warriors in front of him. The moment Arthas heard this, he quickly put up a green anti-magic shield to protect his entire body, including the underground.

The painful memory of being beaten into a "badminton" not long ago has been tormenting him.

"Arthas, be careful!"

Something shocking happened to him. As soon as he raised his shield, he was cast into a spell by the enemy and was taken away.

"Damned undead, you...Supreme Holy Light, give me strength!"

The two mentors who were left shouted in anger and rushed towards the more densely packed ghost troops around them, continuously attacking the enemy's line towards his position.

"Monsters, here we come."

Following this sound, the assassination team took action. They lifted their invisibility and appeared one after another. Gray and white figures flashed past Arthas and destroyed the eighteen energy shields he had put up with great effort.

However, they were one step behind, and a bright holy light shield was still standing, slightly damaged.

"Holy Light protects me!"

Shouting for the Holy Light, Arthas gritted his teeth and began to push himself, summoning shields of different colors to build a solid defense line.

He didn't know whether he would really die if he died in this experience scene. His Jaina didn't tell him whether he could go back directly after death.

Until now, he had not found any trace of the mission, and his head was full of question marks. Could it be that I...

"No, your holy light, we Drust will break through everything, including it (Him)."

At this time, deep blue figures appeared around Arthas, and a huge blue spear pierced through Arthas' shield.

They were the third batch of troops before. They came with burning souls, and each of them emitted a faint blue light, which was injected into the bone spears they made together.

"Your strength...is not enough!"

Silently using Grandpa Faol's blessing and the energy replenishment card, Arthas grasped Frostmourne and quickly dodged to the right.

He transformed the power of death that Frostmourne had been silently absorbing into a huge red ice flower that bloomed at this moment.

Because the enemy's weapons are not good, he has such good legendary fertilizer!

However, he could not leave the spot as countless dead trees entangled his lower body.

This was the masterpiece of the fourth group of troops. Their mission was to fix Arthas's position here and prevent him from escaping, so that the other two troops could successfully finish off Arthas.

Besides, the relocation of Alsace was one of their masterpieces.

"Monster, you underestimate us Drust."

The leader of the fourth group of troops, holding a dead wood staff, continued to increase his strength to stabilize the surrounding space.

Therefore, the second and third groups of assassination troops rushed towards Alsace again.

A series of gray-white figures used their power to constantly prevent Arthas from destroying the blue spear, and cooperated with the blue figure to give Arthas a fatal blow.

On the other side, the two twin wizards who saw this scene in the air were just about to cast a spell to save people, but the Drust below, led by the two generals, launched various long-range attacks.

Arrows and magic balls left no room for the two of them and pinned down the two Jainas.

At the same time, Schuyling and Mordecai led their army gradually approaching the position of Alsace.

This was their longest-suffering and most familiar enemy, their unanimously agreed upon strategic target, so it would be best to use him as an appetizer.

They defeated Alsace once, so they could certainly defeat him the second time... But the problem was, the location they were heading to was a bit...

"Mordecai, can you leave here now?"

The speaker, Sqiulin, was staring solemnly at the two human female mages who were constantly fighting back, and asked in a deep voice to his old friend beside him.

"No, Schuyling."

"They still blocked us and disrupted the nearby space, just as we blocked them from opening the door to the real world."

Mordecai clasped and opened his hands, responding to Sqiulin while condensing a beam of death energy and shooting it into the sky.

It blended in with the surrounding firepower and successfully penetrated one of Jaina's shields, but another shield stopped it.

In response, Mordecai took the opportunity to speed up the army's march, and now there were some other troops surrounding their target.

They chose this location with corresponding considerations.

In this area filled with undead corpses, there happens to be a hillside. Combining the power of the army here can also serve as a reminder to other Drust.

Even if everyone's final destination is death, they still have to fulfill their duties.

"You are really cunning and you will do anything you can."

Holding Frostmourne in his left hand and gripping the hilt of the sword with his right hand, Arthas tried his best to block the blue spear in front of him, trying to prevent it from moving any further.

He summoned a tricolor gale that continuously swept the gray-white Drust soul that was rushing towards him, turning the layers of dead wood on its lower body into dust.

However, the enemy was constantly interfering with him again, causing him great pressure. The blue spears, condensing the will and power of the Drust souls, were approaching him.

However, Arthas and the Blue Spear are in a stalemate, and it seems that there is no clear winner at the moment.

"Monster, your accomplices will not be able to save you in time."

Speaker, Schuyling stretched out his right hand and drew a weapon, which was the result of the combination of three generals' weapons.

The power of death condensed into a piece of dark blue crystal and engraved on the axe head.

"Welcome to your end. This is our Drust's gift to you."

General Schulin grasped the axe handle with both hands and swung the axe forward mercilessly.

If they can't solve you, then this is our gift to you.

"Haha, you guys missed a step after all."

Facing the giant axe filled with dark light, Arthas remained calm and laughed.

"I am more than the dead... foolish Drust."

A fierce black gust of wind blew up, destroying all the restraints on him.

At this time, when the two Jainas just arrived here and tried to resist Schuyling's angry axe attack, Arthas changed.

"I was flying in the sky, and just as you thought, I was playing with you."

Spreading its black wings, the black dragon's huge body emerged, and it took the opportunity to grab the two Jainas who were a little confused by the situation.

He slowly flapped his wings and rose into the sky, looking down upon the Drust souls below, and spurted out a breath of flaming dragon.

Thanks again to the two Jainas from other worlds for their help. It is because of your powerful spells that I can have such a highlight moment.

Otherwise, I'm ready to leave you behind to find another Jaina, and you should be fine.

After the energy replenishment cards were used up, I directly used up a Death Storm to squander all the death power in my body!

"This place was originally the burial place I prepared for you."

"I thought it was useless... but you are courting death."

The black dragon simply turned on the "switch", and the undead remains scattered on the ground suddenly exploded, with bang bang bang sounds ringing continuously.

"Face the wrath of the dragon, ignorant Drust!"