The Prince of Lordaeron bravely enters Azeroth

Fist and sword collided, and the result was always so gratifying. Frostmourne pierced through Gorak Tul's right arm as if it were piercing through the fragile soil.

The entire arm standing in front of Arthas was split into two parts by Frostmourne. The tip of Frostmourne's sword pierced through the upper arm of the Drust soul, and the cold air emitting an aggressive aura continued to penetrate into the soul's body.

Arthas used a little force to swing Frostmourne to the right and said, "This is the first time I've seen an enemy who dares to block a sword with his fists."

"Gorak Tul, the fate between Waycrest and you ends here."

"Old Drust is history. You ghosts who miss the past history will die."

Before he finished speaking, Arthas grasped Frostmourne and slashed it diagonally upwards across the shocked emblem of Gorak Tuor, quickly separating the souls of different sizes, passing through the gap created by the sword, and coming behind Gorak.

When he turned around to look at the results, crystal clear ice flowers were blooming, and the biting cold ice spikes broke through the two halves of his soul, making crackling sounds.

Exhaling a breath of cold air, Arthas, holding Frostmourne, looked around and said: "Do you want to do it yourself, or do you want me to send you off personally?"

In less than a breath, without giving the enemy time to speak, Arthas instantly flashed behind a Drust ghost and cut off the soul of the ghost with a sword.

Pointing his sword at a nearby Drust ghost, Arthas said coldly: "Don't be afraid, I will kill you with my own hands."

With a bang, a voice sounded in Gorak Tul's ear.

"Chief, this ignorant butcher has fallen into a deep illusion."

After hearing his men's report, Gaolek said, "Very good, you all go and bring him to General Alarak."

The reporting Drust ghost squatted down and said, "As you command, leader."

Looking at Alexander's hope, Caesar Waycrest continued to consume his own strength and swung his sword to chop down the Willow Demon Construct, a puppet made of dead wood, branches and stones.

In Gorak's eyes, Caesar Waycrest was ruthless and tireless. Every strike of his sword was powerful and deep, trying to destroy his puppets uncomfortably.

The undead relatives that Alexander Waycrest cultivated through means unknown to him were eventually controlled by Drust and fell into an incomparable illusion of killing.

Reaching out his hand to stop his men from taking people away, Gao Lek said, "Wait, Nimok."

"Replace his armor and weapons first. He is not worthy of such powerful equipment. This belongs to us Drust."

"After taking it down, tell Alarak to control him and fight his ancestors. This is the tragic end of those who oppose us Drust."

After a silent salute, Nimok brought his fellow Drust people to Caesar's vicinity and formed a group of black and white balls.

There was another bang! The sturdy Willow Demon was mercilessly split by the magic sword. Gao Lek couldn't help but look up and said, "Mo Dekai, we have avenged you."

"It is taboo to underestimate the enemy, but we will continue to move forward in accordance with your will."

"This time, with so many enemies coming against us, our hope of returning home is just around the corner."

Pointing at Caesar, who was completely controlled by his fellow Drusts, Gorak twisted his fist and raised his head, saying, "His bullying of you and his ruthlessness towards the Drusts."

"We will all seek revenge, starting with those who wantonly took the lives of our Drust."

After saying that, Gaolek turned around abruptly and pointed his fist at the battlefield in the distance.

He seemed to see there, one after another, the souls of the Drust who died heroically and fought to the death. They were like piglets waiting to be slaughtered, unable to resist.

Those butchers who wielded the butcher's knife were his targets, and that battlefield was also the final burial place prepared by Gorak Tur for those butchers who invaded Thros.

He would skin them, tear their bones, extract their souls, and hang them at the door of death, to endure untold torture and endless suffering, regardless of...

Whoosh, Gaolek instantly turned into a ball of black wind, left here, and distanced himself from the attacker.

The sneak attack failed, and Arthas secretly hated it in his heart. He raised his sword without hesitation and slashed at the Drust soul who was trying to strip off his sturdy suit.

Both times, it was just a little bit off. If Van Gollack had been a little slower, Arthas's Frostmourne would have made him taste the pain of having his soul torn apart.

It was a rare opportunity for Arthas to put aside his attitude and cooperate with the enemy. He felt a lot of pressure. Apart from killing seven or eight ghosts, he was made a fool of by Gorak.

Thinking of this, he became angry and quickly combined the eight black balls of death into one, slashing out with a cross-like slash with a strong chill, trying to open a path.

When Arthas destroyed the seventh camp and put away his invincibility, Gorak Tul led the Drust army to surround him tightly.

The number of dead souls was too numerous to count. At that time, he knew that a big fish was coming, but he didn't expect that it was a group of man-eating sharks that were determined to devour people.

"Don't back off, Drust. I'm here."

A black cover suddenly appeared, and the Drust army brought by Gaolek easily blocked the Death Cold Break that contained the "terrifying" death power.

Of the four legends under his command, one died in battle, one betrayed him, and the remaining two led the rest of the troops to surround the invaders near the Death Gate.

As for Augustus, Gaolek thought he had always been giving him opportunities, and as long as Augustus was willing to return to the Drust family, Gaolek would be very welcome.

Unfortunately, Augustus never cherished the opportunity given by Golak. He insisted on resisting and waiting for the day when his soul would gradually be shattered.

At the front of the army, Gaolek waved his hand and pointed at Arthas and said, "Caesar Waycrest, he is only one person, but we are an army."

"Now, warriors of Drust, control our willow demons to deal with him."

"Let him die in an endless battle. We will have enough time to wear down everything he has."

Then, countless Willow Devil constructs of various sizes walked out or jumped out of the encirclement of the Drust army, and countless Drust souls controlled them to punch their enemies.

Among the crowd of spectators, in the center of the arena, Arthas tightly grasped Frostmourne, stomped the ground and jumped up.

At this moment, it is time to face life and death decisively, to look death in the face, and to fight with all our wisdom and courage.

The ring on his left hand flashed red light, allowing him to instantly jump onto the head of a large willow demon. His body suddenly rose up, and his eyes under the helmet turned from blue to red.

At this time, Arthas' whole body was shining with white light, as if he was invulnerable to swords and guns. It was as if he had awakened the blood of his ancestors and turned into an eight-meter-tall little giant.

He stepped into the Willow Demon's head, his arms glowed with bright red light, and the Frostmourne in his hand glowed red and pierced into the Willow Demon's head with extremely destructive force.

The power of anger was like a giant hammer, instantly tearing the Willow Demons apart from top to bottom. The emblem of the construct was completely shattered, shooting out in all directions, piercing through many Willow Demons.

"Ow!"

Raising his head, Arthas roared toward the sky, his roar like a tiger's spread in all directions, and his blood-red eyes burned like flames.

He crushed the Willow Demon's fallen arms with his feet, his body wrapped in raging flames, and leaped towards the even larger Willow Demon.

The Frostmourne he held tightly in both hands suddenly grew larger, and grew larger under the nourishment of anger. The violent rage turned into an even larger sword body, ten meters long.

The source of bright flames in the dark sky, the gray-black Dark King Armor covered in the flames of anger, pulsates like a gentle breathing, and trembles like blood vessels in various parts of the armor's surface.

Air! Arthas raised his huge sword in the air, slashing it across the giant blue eye of the giant creature in front of him, separating the giant willow demon's head from the eye, and the billowing hot fire instantly spread downwards.

At the moment of beheading the Willow Demon, Arthas used the powerless dead wood hand, carrying the flaming giant sword that broke through the air, and jumped again.

His flaming eyes became brighter and his aura became more dignified. He raised the flaming sword in his hand, cut through the Drust army's restraints, and jumped to a higher place.

The wreckage of the large Willow Demon construct turned into burning meteors of rage, attacking several Willow Demon constructs rushing down, but Drust still knew how to disperse.

They had just been attacked by an enemy in the air who suddenly burst out with legendary strength, causing the loss of hundreds of Willow Demon constructs and making them unusable.

The continuous destruction caused backlash to some of the Drust souls, but they endured the mental pain and continued to control more Willow Demon constructs in the army.

When the Drust undead army gathered its strength and fired a flood of long-range attacks, Arthas reached a high place and spread his arms.

As he fell slowly and faster, the flames of rage on Arthas' body suddenly expanded and turned into a round, fiery red rage shield.

The attack that tightly wrapped the circular shield also came fiercely at this time, causing a few cracks to appear on the anger shield, but the anger shield stubbornly withstood the attacks of the death witchcraft.

However, it seemed that it could not hold on for long, as it was getting farther and farther away from the direction it wanted to go, the location of Gorak Tur.

These long-range attacks from the Drust undead army below were intended to penetrate Arthas's armor of the Raging Lich King and kill him with thousands of arrows piercing his heart.

However, just hold on for a while, the bright red Frostmourne in Arthas's hand is absorbing the rage that is loose.

Frostmourne's action made the blade of the sword even more red. As it returned to its original size, it seemed to become even hotter, emitting bubbles containing the power of anger, and repairing the shield together with its master.

As they were about to reach the ground, Arthas could not help but shout: "For Khaz Modan!"

This voice seemed to give Arthas tremendous strength, causing him to fall at a faster speed and allowing the shield to catch new artillery fire that was strong enough to penetrate the shield.

Boom! The terrifying power accumulated during the fall collided with the dark earth, and rolled up a long cloud of dust, obscuring the enemy's vision.

Unfortunately, the undead can sense the breath of living things, and the smoke and dust cannot stop the Drust ghosts from controlling the Wicker Constructs to chase Arthas.

However, a breaking sound suddenly rang out, and a fiery red sword swirled out from the smoke and dust, with visible anger firmly attached to the sword body.

The sword rotated round and round with the large pit created by the fall as its center, ruthlessly destroying countless Willow Demon constructs that dared to move forward.

The biting cold was gone, leaving only the blazing sun that crushed all puppets driven by the power of death, and the effect of splitting their souls made the Drust spirits that controlled them even more tormented.

Any soul that dared to remain within the blade of Frostmourne, even a tiny trace of soul, would be destroyed... and shattered in an instant. Not many Drust souls could endure the pain.

As the smoke and dust dissipated more and more, large pits of burning flames, large pits full of devastation, and large pits covered with angry red lines gradually appeared before the eyes of the Drust army.

Empty, empty, empty, empty! The spinning Frostmourne flew back to the pit and was tightly grasped by a black and gray gauntlet of red flame.

"You cowards, do you think you can defeat me with just this kind of power?!"

Before he finished speaking, a ring of solemn aura, with ripples of flames, rushed towards the Willow Demon constructs rushing in from all directions.

Although no harm was done to the puppets, all the Drust souls controlling the Willow Demon constructs saw a pair of flaming eyes staring at them mercilessly, just like the red light in the eyes of the enemies in the distance.