The Prince of Lordaeron bravely enters Azeroth

The human souls never met again, so Arthas closed all the doors on the road that could block the pursuit of the Drust souls.

Seeing Arthas closing the first and last gate of the castle, Jaina asked him: "Arthas, is this all right?"

Using the magic sword to cut a small hole, Arthas responded: "Yes, we only have one chance after all."

"I wonder if those big eyes are from the warden? But it won't be wrong for the two of us to take the opportunity and act cautiously."

Turning to look at Jaina, Arthas said: "Next, Jaina, please start your performance."

"Okay, you have to do your best too, Arthas."

Seeing Jaina's right hand close to her own ear, Arthas was frightened, and was frightened by the small staff that Jaina took out of her own ear and gradually grew bigger.

Things that Jaina had mentioned occasionally were now put into practice before his eyes. He... He raised his hard, heavily armored fist towards Frostmourne, infusing it with wisps of Holy Light.

Seeing Arthas like this, Jaina walked up to him and breathed into his cold face, "You are not paying attention, Arthas Menethil."

"A small illusion can make you uneasy... I haven't figured out how to shrink it yet."

After stating the truth, Jaina leaped back lightly and came to a location of black soil.

She held the wand in her hand, spun it twice, and then placed the wand in the ground with a purple magical arcane light. The magic crystal on the top of the wand became even brighter.

A circle of magic circle suddenly appeared under her feet and expanded instantly, becoming a multi-circular and multi-diamond-shaped magic circle covering an area of ​​about 28 square meters.

At the same time, Arthas stared straight at the situation outside the small hole, Frostmourne had been put into the scabbard at his waist, freeing himself from the silent rebuke of his master.

Outside this room, the doors on both sides of the corridor opened at the same time, the blue torches were lit, and the souls that Arthas had been waiting for arrived as expected.

After passing through the obstructions set by Arthas and Jaina on their escape route, the Drust souls, divided into two groups, came to the two of them in a slightly embarrassed manner.

With all the bad luck they had along the way, they did not say hello to their compatriots on the opposite side who had the same... slightly different result, but instead quickly split into three teams on both sides.

Each team consists of nine people. One team opens the doors one by one, one team protects the soul that opens the door, and one team acts as backup for the other two.

In this way, the tightly closed stone doors on both sides of the corridor were opened one by one by the Drust ghosts, until a lucky Drust door-opening ghost came to a large door that was no different from the other stone doors.

As he was about to push the door open, he saw a hole, right within his field of vision, at the height of his belly.

"Uh……"

Just as he was gathering strength in his hands and preparing to inform his teammates that something strange was happening here, the icy tip of the sword pierced through the stone door and into his thigh.

"Oket, what are you doing...Oh no, the enemy is hiding here!"

Noticing the icy blade slashing across his teammate's chest and continuing upwards, Drust, who was protecting him, quickly stepped back while loudly alerting the rest of his teammates.

He already had a clear understanding of the enemy they were going to deal with. Once the enemy took action, it would mean that the enemy was sure to kill him.

In order to ensure that they would not be defeated one by one during the battle, the Drust souls who were chasing Arthas and Jaina were ready to sacrifice and gather at any time.

With his palms pressed against the sword on his chest, Okett tried hard to push the magic sword outward and remove the source of pain.

At the same time, he kept making hoarse sounds: "Uh ah ah...ah ah ah..."

However, his resistance could not stop all this. The moment Frostmourne entered his body, it severed his desire to die together with his enemy.

The magic sword greedily devoured his soul and absorbed the power in his body, causing Okett's soul to slowly disappear from the bottom to the top.

At this moment, black balls, black spears, or black arrows filled with the power of death... a total of fifty-three death spells penetrated Oquette's soul and helped him end his pain.

Immediately afterwards, there was the sound of the power of death inserted into the stone gate exploding instantly. They detonated their power, boom!

After the team's attack, the fifty-three Soul Masters did not sit idle. They followed up with attacks, fiercely bombarding the cracked Shield of Holy Light.

Holding up a holy shield again, Arthas said: "You have been abandoned by your master... idiots."

"Gorak Tul didn't join you in fighting me. You have become his abandoned pawns!"

"He knows he can't kill me, so he lets you die to buy time for his real deal."

Listening to Arthas's divisive words, the Drust ghost did not respond.

They just kept casting spells, not giving Arthas any time to rest, forcing him to constantly gather the holy shield and retreat again and again.

If Gorak Tul had given them up, they would have died long ago, becoming nothing more than disaffected fellows whose souls were periodically taken, to be exploited in trade.

When they saw with their own eyes the secrets hidden by their leader, and when they were immersed in strength and accepted power, there was no turning back and they could only follow Gorak to the end.

The price of betrayal... They didn't believe that Gorak Tul would betray them. The Drust had adhered to the concept of revenge for more than two thousand years and had established strict rules, all of which served their common ideals.

"He knows that even you cannot kill me. The Holy Light has already told me your end."

"You're wasting your time with me...you're going to regret it."

"We serve Gorak Tul, the enemy who prevents the Drust's resurgence. Die!"

Casting another round of death spells, fifty-three masters of the dead shouted in unison that they would not regret it as long as they could kill Arthas.

Not only because the more Arthas said this, the more they thought that Arthas would soon be unable to resist, but also because they approved of what Gorak Tul had been doing.

If anyone dares to betray the Drust's ideals, then all the Drust will oppose him, expel him, and make him a force that can be used by the Drust.

This is the idea that Gorak Tul instilled in them, that the souls of the Drust who opposed the Drust King will either become part of the revival or sacrifice glory on the road to revival.

Almost being forced back to Jaina's magic circle, Arthas shouted: "Very good, you all recognize the revelation of the Holy Light!"

In the light, Arthas thrust the Frostmourne at his waist into the ground, half-crouched, gripped the hilt, and took a step forward.

Now he is like a solid wall, stubbornly resisting the stone bullets thrown by enemies in the distance and guarding the last line of defense of the city.

Just as a new round of attacks was about to hit Arthas, Jaina took action.

She turned her wand, pointing it at the Drust ghosts outside the disappeared gate, and dense ice spears and ice arrows shot through the air.

These frost spells counteracted the death spells fired at spellcasters and guardians, and were directed at the Drust wraiths as Jaina's response to them.

At the same time, as Arthas' pressure was relieved, he drew his sword, stood up, erected a holy light shield, and retreated to the front of Jaina.

Seeing Arthas approaching her, Jaina stood on tiptoe, put her hands on the gap between his shoulders and said, "Thank you for your hard work, my knight."

After saying this, purple light appeared on her and Arthas, and arcane power surrounded them in circles.

So, the teleportation spell that Jaina had prepared for a "long time" successfully teleported the two of them out of the castle, and before leaving, Jaina gently stepped on the hollow ground below.

As the Drust ghosts held up the shield and struggled to resist the frost spells that kept coming out of the formation, the hole that Arthas had filled was purified by pure arcane power and disappeared in the purple light.

Boom! The castle built by the Drust ghosts trembled a few times, and a gap appeared. The fifty Drust ghosts were blasted towards the stone wall behind them.

Although they made corresponding preparations when they saw the formation under Jaina's feet, the shield they jointly held up was completely shattered in the explosion.

The terrible energy shock destroyed the second and third lines of defense that all of them had prepared... They struggled to block the explosion left by Jaina, and even sacrificed three souls who stepped forward on their own initiative.

In this narrow area, the three Drust ghosts worked together to take on most of the arcane power the moment the energy of the explosion reached them.

They turned into violet arcane crystals and stood in front of the surviving souls, maintaining the posture they were in before death. Their souls were completely annihilated and swallowed by the violent arcane power.

When the survivors saw the scene ahead, they called out the names of their compatriots in front of them with pain and sorrow: "Michelen, Gautreau, Erkemo..."

The two men left the castle and without any extra rest came to a high mountain near another battlefield.

Seeing familiar people around him, Arthas did not continue to hold on, but fell down.

"call!"

He relaxed with his back against the black earth and looking at the dark sky.

The undead don't get tired, but Arthas is a living man, and he's almost used up all the power of holy light in his body.

The broken holy shields in the battle made him exhausted, but his plan was completed without revealing too much to the Lord of the Abyss.

It was his own world, the place where true gods existed. Arthas could not guarantee that when Jaina took out the magical door of side effects, the Lord of the Maw would discover the flaw.

This is currently the most useful escape tool for him and Jaina. After all, the rewards he obtained were basically for combat...it is almost useless for escape.

"Jaina, what are you doing? Is His Highness Arthas okay?"

Meredith asked Jaina, seeing Arthas suddenly fall to the ground, which made her very worried.

What kind of enemy did they encounter that would cause Arthas, who was wearing this armor, to behave like this?

In response to Meredith's question, Jaina, who had transformed her staff into a blue-silver longbow and was preparing to practice silent arrows, just smiled.

Rolling her eyes, Jaina said, "Aunt Meredith, Arthas just needs a rest."

"We went to help the Great Thorntalker do something before, but we didn't expect that this task would be so time-consuming."

Pulling the longbow towards Arthas's position, Jaina said, "You see, he looks fine."

"He really just needs to recover his strength, and we should take this opportunity to continue defending this place."

Casually changing the subject, Jaina and Lucia drew their bows and shot an arrow at the same time, each piercing through a Drust soul that came to support them.

At this moment, Meredith, who was still a little confused, heard a cold but familiar and inappropriate voice.

"Phew, I'm fine again."

Slowly standing up, Arthas drank the various potions given by Jaina, put away the empty bottles, then spread his arms, stretched his waist, and went through a set of preparatory movements that made Meredith feel helpless.

Covering her face speechlessly, Meredith found a position and continued to practice the godless archery skills taught by her ancestors.

One, two, three, four, two, two, three, four... Reciting the slogan silently in his heart, Arthas felt the dried-up holy light in his body refilling again, but his body seemed a little overdrawn.