The Prince of Lordaeron bravely enters Azeroth

Countless ghosts watched the scene in front of them quietly. The man with bloodshot eyes held the sharp sword with fiery red light in both hands and pressed it hard against the black and white shield.

The power of anger and the power of death collided fiercely, sparks flew everywhere, and the rolling flames of anger rolled over Arthas, roaring like a tiger!

Even though Arthas looked like he was possessed by a raging tiger, Frostmourne was still unable to break through the black and white shield, and the magic sword that wanted to drink the wine of souls could not advance an inch.

The raging flames, as hot as the sun, were so bright and dazzling in the eyes of countless Drust souls, as if a meteor was about to streak across the night sky and head towards the distant starry sky.

Seeing Arthas remain silent and try to move forward, Gorak Tur couldn't help but smile on his wrinkled face, and his long white beard swayed gently.

He looked like a kind and harmless old man, very satisfied with the scene before him. Drust's enemies could not escape Drust's revenge.

He smiled and said, "Nameless rebel, you have already failed. Your resistance is in vain."

"You do have the power to defeat me alone, but your power is not enough. Not even close."

"You are so brave, kid. You have no idea what great existence you are fighting against."

"Faced with the power of us Drust, you are like a lone boat in the ocean, with your life and death controlled by us at will."

Seeing Arthas's expression change slightly and his teeth clenched, Gaolek said, "Since you are unwilling to surrender, we Drust will have no choice but to send you to death."

Raising his hands that were wrapped in the power of death, Gaolek looked at them and said, "Child, how do you want to die?"

"Of course, no matter which method you choose, you will disappear... just like you did to us Drust, shattered to pieces."

"Oh?! Why am I telling you about this?"

Reaching out through the death shield, Gaolek said: "I have learned a lot from your previous actions."

"In order to make your death more painful, I have to use a little more force, child."

"Don't be afraid, child, just face death calmly as you did before."

Seeing the Hand of Death that brought him infinite danger, Arthas suddenly stepped back, retreating towards the Willow Demon construct that was surging behind him.

If the Hand of Death touched his body, even just a finger, Arthas thought... he would have to grit his teeth and cut off his entire arm with his sword.

Although there might be a chance of losing his arm, Gorak Tul would not give it to him, but Arthas could not help thinking about the consequences of a slight disability.

Now Drust only wanted to kill him. Death was once again so close to him, making him feel death all over again... He tried his best to balance his breathing.

He was just a human who had gained temporary legendary power. Whether it was his brain or his body, countless thoughts of retreating immediately kept growing in his mind, and his whole body was filled with fear of the hand of death that was getting closer and closer to him.

The immense fear is growing actively. When the warrior's faith begins to waver and he is no longer angry, the power from the rage will gradually fade away.

At this moment, the rage in Arthas was gradually subsiding, and his powerful aura instantly weakened, as powerless as a weak person crying and begging for mercy.

By now, Arthas was extremely skeptical of his original plan, and hope was fading from his heart.

Can the Death Door alone really destroy these Drust souls? He thought so as he looked at the Death Hand less than a finger's distance from his eyes.

With a carefree smile on his face and the ridicule of countless Drust compatriots, Gaolek said to Arthas: "Yes, that's it, kid."

"The fire in your eyes has burned out, the light in you has dimmed, and everything you loved has gone."

"Accept your fate. Eternal death awaits...waiting for you to accept it."

"You must atone for what you have done, and repay them for all the pain they have suffered."

Just as Gaolek was about to touch Arthas, a fierce rage ignited again.

Struggling to hold the sword against the hand of death, Arthas said: "No, I will not welcome death like this!"

"I am the master of the dead. The ending I saw should not be like this. It should not be like this!"

"Hahahahaha! Death is fair, nameless child."

"Even if you think you are the master of the dead, it is the same. This is the end that Drust has given you."

Extending his other death hand, Gorak whispered, "Your last struggle before death is nothing. You will eventually return to death."

For this kind of good material, he wanted to refine his soul and body together, and the wailing and wailing of the deceased in front of him at that time was the greatest compliment to him.

Without his armor and the Relic of Death in his hand, Gorak thought Arthas was nothing but a lucky young undead.

When Arthas died, he would reforge these things and use them to empower the Drust and return to Kul Tiras.

"Golak Tul, why are you so confident?"

The rage in his eyes rose again, and at that moment Arthas broke through Drust's shackles on him, took several steps back, and his flaming wings spread out instantly.

"I am originally in death, so how can I return to death?"

At this moment, on the chest of Arthas's Fury Armor, five colors of light, red, blue, green, orange, and purple, flashed, and a special spell from the distant support mage erupted in an instant!

Boom! With the help of this spell, Arthas, who held up the hood of anger, flew backwards quickly, and flew towards the Drust soul less than 300 meters away from Gorak Tul.

He was originally prepared to show his prowess and launch a spectacular legion battle... but unfortunately, Jaina insisted that he wait for a while, and she was not afraid that anything would happen to him.

If it weren't for Jaina's solemn assurance, Arthas would definitely not have believed it, but for some unknown reason, Arthas finally decided to believe it, and he felt an unusual heaviness in his chest.

The arcane power within it was growing larger and larger, almost bursting his chest. It was so huge that if he prepared for a while longer it would explode by itself. The portal was ready.

This was too obvious, forcing Arthas to delay, using his strength to fade for a moment, preparing his defense while waiting for the explosion and Jaina's ranged play.

Although it was clear that it was very hard for Jaina to stare at four screens and draw a map, Jaina became so powerful that Arthas felt a little strange.

When was the first time he had this feeling? He almost forgot what that feeling was, the feeling of being protected by the woman behind him.

However, he couldn't help but whistle, clenched Frostmourne, and smashed the Willow Fiend constructs one after another backwards.

“Hahahaha! Hahahahaha!! I am the better one after all!!!”

He looked at the enemies in front of him who were temporarily restrained by Jaina's spell, and the Drust souls who gathered the power of the entire formation, and laughed loudly towards the sky.

However, the joy of destroying everything at will and flying freely is always short-lived. Arthas felt another barrier behind him, stopping him.

In response, Arthas turned around and used a furious slash to break the seal. Frostmourne passed through the barrier and entered the body of a Drust soul.

"What are you looking at? Haven't you seen an enemy as domineering as me?!"

"Holy Light, help me purify the evil enemies before me!"

Before he finished speaking, Arthas threw out a holy light as dazzling as the red sun with one hand, and harvested the surrounding Drust souls with one sword.

He shattered the earth with one kick, flapped his flaming wings, and leaped into the air when Gorak Tul, who had broken free from his restraints and pounced on him like a mad dog, suddenly broke free from his restraints and pounced on him like a mad dog.

He suddenly stretched out his hand and grabbed the black reins that suddenly appeared out of thin air, put his feet on the stirrups on both sides of Wudi, pulled the reins, turned over and sat firmly on the saddle.

"drive!"

"Fizz!"

Invincible raised his horse's head and neighed, then shook his horse's tail, spread his bat wings, and with a whoosh, he flew away from here at a high speed carrying Arthas.

With a look of comfort on his face, Arthas swung his sword and slashed out several flaming slashes, breaking through the barrier cast by the surrounding Drust souls, helping the invincible fly higher.

At this moment, it is a wonderful time when the sky is high and the birds fly freely, and the sea is wide and the fish jump freely. Riding on the invincible Arthas in the sky is like a sun that is gradually dimming but then evokes golden light.

When the furious Gorak Tul arrived at a sea of ​​fire, Arthas had already ridden Invincible for more than a kilometer.

"No!"

With a roar to the heavens, Gorak Tul struck the ground with such force that the dark earth around him shook and fell.

He originally thought that Arthas's previous appearance had meant he was at the end of his rope, as Arthas pretended to be determined to die. He never expected that Arthas had this trick up his sleeve.

While he was forcibly imprisoned by a special magic and could only rely on force to break through, Arthas actually found the weak point of the formation and escaped in an instant.

He originally set the weak point of the Drust battle formation behind himself in order to crush the enemy with the strongest force and prevent the enemy from noticing this weak point.

It’s a pity that Arthas pretended so well that he even had the energy to observe the surrounding environment and find a breakthrough. He was defeated... No, I can't compromise!

"Warriors of the Drust, chase him down and avenge our brothers and sisters!"

As Gorak Tul's voice resounded in all directions, the Drusl's army of undead changed their formations one after another. The entire army was divided into several pursuit teams in an orderly manner, chasing in multiple directions.

"Go report to General Schuyling and tell them to be careful. The enemy this time is very troublesome."

"If possible, make sure they get a fatal blow and don't give the enemy any chance to breathe."

Standing up, Gaolek Tur waved his hand and pointed in the direction of the battle in the distance, ordering the remaining troops to rush there to provide support as originally planned.

The remaining Drust Wraith troops took the order silently, and moved in an orderly and rapid manner in the direction of General Schuyling.

When there were only fifty or so Drust souls left around him, he and they raised their hands, and a black formation emerged under their feet, taking them away.

Because he saw that Arthas had turned back into an ordinary Grandmaster Paladin, the legendary power of rage had completely disappeared, and he also guessed a possibility.

The nameless knight came to seduce them, and the taunts and slaughters along the way were all to make him lose his mind, so that they, the Drust, could be easily wiped out by the enemy.

The enemy's ultimate goal is to completely erase the Drust clan from history.

Even if that is not the enemy's ultimate goal, eliminating the Drust clan is definitely what the enemy wants.

Now that he knew part of the enemy's thoughts, Gorak Tur also guessed something.

He decided to take his men back to get some things in preparation for the decisive battle, to give this group of rampant enemies a surprise... or to eliminate some rebels along the way.

Gorak Tur didn't believe that such a small number of people were enough to destroy the Drust.

Beyond Thros there must be those who have betrayed him, those who have always opposed him, waiting for the final moment of their plan to destroy the Drust.

He was Gorak Tul, leader of the Drust, and he would not allow the outcome his enemies desired, ever.

"Ah! What on earth is going on?!"

Opening his bloodshot eyes, Muradin suddenly stood up from the bed, lifted the quilt, and looked at his hands in the darkness in confusion.

He had only slept for a few hours when he suddenly woke up from a nightmare, which made him extremely tired.

The dream of adventure turned into a dream of saving people. After a few angry slashes, he was overwhelmed by the terrible power in the hands of the undead giant and broke out of the dream.

Now, although his body was filled with familiar strength, his mind was so drowsy and tired, as if he had just experienced a long and life-and-death battle.

Of course, this has a lot to do with the fact that he stayed up late for a long time... not just an ordinary long time.

How much of his energy can be restored after just a short sleep?

At this time, Muradin looked up to the sky and said to himself: "What does this dream want to tell me?"

"My rage was so intense at that time, my body seemed to be filled with anger, but I could easily control the power of this rage."

"That feeling of being filled with strength, what on earth is going on... Is there no end to my legendary journey? Is there still room for improvement that is far beyond my imagination?"

After a moment's silence, Muradin exclaimed: "Is this my dream for the future? Will I, Muradin Bronzebeard, eventually die in the hands of an undead giant?!"

Muradin suddenly lowered his voice and asked himself, "My disciple, Arthas Menethil, I wonder if I finally rescued you?"

"That terrifying dark power of death seems..."

After a pause, Muradin clenched his fists and said, "At the very least, I, Muradin Bronzebeard, am glorious and have fought to the peak of my powers."

"With such sublimated power, I believe I am no less powerful than my two brothers, and even far surpass them."

"I am not the king of a country, nor am I an explorer who loves traveling, but I am a warrior, the most outstanding king of the hills among the three Bronzebeard brothers."

"In the future, I will be the proudest person in my heart..."

At this moment, there was a sudden knock on Muradin's door.

"Uncle Muradin, are you okay?"

In response to his niece's caring words outside the door, Muradin stretched his neck and shouted: "Oh, Moira, uncle is fine!"

"I just had a nightmare, don't worry about me."

"You've worked hard these past two days. Go and have a rest. I'm going to sleep now, Second Uncle."

After saying goodbye to his niece, Muradin had just covered himself with the quilt, leaned his head back and closed his eyes, when Moira knocked on the door of the room again.

"Uncle Muradin, you said some very dangerous things while you were sleeping just now."

"If you don't come out so we can check your body, we'll have to use force to break in."

After hearing these two sentences, Muradin opened his sleepy eyes again, got out of bed, and walked towards the door step by step.

When he opened the door, all he saw was... a girl... a dwarf, Moira Bronzebeard.

"Little girl, you better..."

With a bang, the unarmed Pyjama Dwarf Prince fell backwards and could not open his eyes at all.

Reaching out to check his breath and making sure that her uncle was just too tired, Moira put him on the bed and covered him with the quilt again.

After quietly leaving and closing Muradin's door, Moira murmured, "Uncle, were you sleepwalking just now?"

"The door was banging loudly because of him... It seems I was worrying too much."

"But he was yelling and screaming before. Is this really a nightmare?"

With a lot of doubts in her mind, Moira returned to her room.

As a result, she dreamed of a crazy dwarf who beat her father hard. She was used to it...