The Prince of Lordaeron bravely enters Azeroth

Originally behind Icecrown Citadel, now at the edge of the ruined pit, right in front of Boralus, a Kul Tiras guard was rescued.

Under the expectant eyes of the "guard", a Kul Tiras guard who looked similar to "him" held a spear imbued with holy light and stabbed it into Mireface's chest, at the place where he was first stabbed by the phantom spear.

"Uh……"

The Light Spear Guard twisted off the tap with great force and said, "Don't be so arrogant, bastard."

"This is Boralus, not the land of the dead."

"Any invader who dares to invade Kul Tiras will be met with the thundering wrath of Kul Tiras."

Seeing that the unknown Drust ghost was still alive, the Light Spear Guard turned on the tap again and continued to cause damage.

As Mireface was about to dissipate, the Lightspear Guard said: "No invader, no invader of Boralus, can survive in our hands."

"The navy of Kul Tiras cannot be slandered. The illusions of the past are only illusions, a false life."

As the Light Spear Guard finished his last words, the Holy Light in Mirefaces' body suddenly exploded, purifying him and causing him to die in hatred.

Until the moment the world fell into darkness, Mirefaces could not believe that a weak phantom had the power to kill him.

This was a powerful phantom that he had encountered along the way... Even the illusion array had never encountered one. A fake life actually dared to say that he was a fake life...

Looking up at the silent Schulin, the Light Spear Guard waved his spear and said, "You just sit back and watch him fail. Is this how you, the Drust, treat your compatriots?"

He raised his spear to take on the hateful stick and used it to knock away the Drust Revenant that was charging head-on. The Light Spear Guard swung out the shield in his left hand and easily cut off the Revenant that suddenly stopped in mid-air.

In the blink of an eye, the great shield with the anchor emblem was spinning in the air and was caught by the Light Spear Guard as if the great shield had never left him.

At this moment, a black cloak suddenly appeared behind the Light Spear Guard, and the dark power of death was corroding his armor, causing it to change.

In response to the Lich King's provocative behavior, Schuyleren could not help but clench his fists. His high emotions caused his fists to crackle like those of a living person.

With the previous illusion of the Frozen Fortress, although Sqiulin was not clear about what had happened to the Lich King that caused his character and behavior to change drastically, these did not prevent Sqiulin's anger from burning.

He was fooled again, fooled by the Lich King. He felt that he should have gathered the troops from the beginning... Perhaps doing so was exactly what the Lich King wanted.

"Why, you who crave revenge don't want revenge?"

Seeing the Lich King, who had regained his true form, getting closer and closer to him, Sqiulin could no longer bear it. He took out the big stick behind him and cast countless spells on himself in an instant.

The gathering point of the large formation formed by the surrounding warriors was right under Sqiulin's feet. He had no fear of the Lich King, who was like an ant on the roadside, and was ready to crush the Lich King with one foot at any time.

He said nothing, but walked towards the short seven-foot Lich King, closing the distance between him and the weak master.

When the Lich King found that the distance between them was only thirty-five steps, he said coldly: "Why, you are not afraid at all, and you are walking towards me?"

In response to this contempt, Sqiulin took a deep breath and raised the stick filled with deathly aura, ready to kill the Holy Light Master with one blow at any time.

The surrounding Drust souls looked towards the battlefield between the general and the Lich King one after another, transmitting the power of death in their bodies to the position of General Sqiulin.

However, most of their ghosts did not notice that some of their compatriots had disappeared, but when they found a clue, they saw that the missing compatriots had returned and let down their guard.

In addition to some psychologically suggestive spells, of course, they also have their own problems.

Seeing the Lich King acting confidently, they... Frostmourne, Crown of Domination, and transparent information about the Lich King... are quite a bit too much, and there are always Drust souls who have wrong ideas and are taken advantage of by their "compatriots".

With the king's aura rising from the emotions of the Drust dead souls, the Lich King slowly drew his sword and said, "Why, you still don't understand the abyss-like gap between us?"

At this moment, the distance between the Lich King and Sqiulin was only five steps, and the momentum of both sides had reached the strongest that could be achieved within a limited time.

At least, that's what the vast majority of Drust ghosts thought. They didn't think General Schuyling would lose, and the Lich King had nowhere to retreat. Their encirclement was shrinking and was limited to a certain range.

A breath passed, and the five-meter Drost ghost holding the stick on the left made anxious and joyful sounds with the stick in his hand, and couldn't wait to take revenge.

As for the seven-foot-tall Lich King on the right, all the kingly aura he had accumulated along the way penetrated into Frostmourne, and the magic sword was like a flame meeting dry firewood, hungry for souls.

Another breath passed, and the big stick and the magic sword that had reached their peak state were about to collide. The masters of both sides decided to take this opportunity to decide the winner.

Step, sand, in an instant, Sqiulin suddenly jumped back and jumped away from here, while the Lich King raised his foot and swept backwards, cutting through the black grass.

Clank, clank, clank! The blade of Frostmourne was shaking constantly, loudly venting its dissatisfaction. Its master actually got scared at this moment.

At the same time, the surrounding Drust armies loosened the encirclement, giving the Lich King a chance to catch his breath.

It is really puzzling that a group of people have such telepathic connection, especially the deceased. They are extremely timid.

Based on the results, the Drust "compatriots" hiding in the army discovered that they were all cowards and the eldest brother would not laugh at the second brother.

The first words that the Lich King said while retreating were: "Why, you all don't dare to fight me?"

In response to the Lich King's words, a black ball of death that the Lich King was very familiar with suddenly appeared in the sky, and his body was simultaneously under heavy pressure.

It brought with it a group of descendants, coming from all directions, and pounced towards him warmly, wanting the Lich King to taste its wonderful flavor personally.

Judging from the current results, Sqiulin is indeed afraid of the Lich King. He dare not fight the Lich King at close range because the information given by the leader is too "real".

The leader of the Drust, Gorak Tul, wanted to use the Wicker Construct to weaken the Lich King's power and make him die in great pain.

However, the final result amazed Sqiulin. Such a powerful army was unable to defeat one person, a dark king of legendary strength.

After much consideration, the tactic he formulated from the very beginning for the Drust Undead army he led to attack this place was to use the power of the team to clear the way.

If the problem can be solved by the team's strength, then Sqiulin will never allow his subordinates to do other things and let them attack the Lich King, their archenemy of Drust, and waste their lives in vain.

After a long time, under the watchful eyes of their "compatriots" who had just joined the team, the vast majority of the Drust souls unanimously decided to gather their strength and seize the opportunity to oppress the Lich King.

They don't know the Lich King's confidence, but many of their dead souls understand...

"Why, is this all you have?"

The big ball above his head flew over with all kinds of small balls. The Lich King suddenly sheathed his sword, put his hands behind his back, and looked extremely indifferent.

As the saying goes, everything can be an axe. As an axe wielder, the Lich King only needs to raise his special battle axe and swing it at the balls to repel them.

The way he swung the axe to chop the ball was not very effective before, and the eye axe was still the most useful. The Dark King decided to discard the useless accessories and use the wise accessories.

Seeing the balls being pushed back, the eyes of the Drust ghosts narrowed, and they all waved their hands downward, forcing the balls to continue their mission.

Taking a step back with all the souls, Schulin waved his hand and said sarcastically: "Monster, is this all you can do?!"

"We have anticipated this situation. Accept Drust's punishment, you pretentious monster!"

In response to the incompetent howling of the Drust in front of him, the Lich King said coldly: "Why, do you really think you can defeat me?"

Hearing this, Schuylin saw the weakness of the Lich King and said, "You cannot fight against us Drust without strength. We must work together!"

"You have no way to escape from our Drust captivity, monster!"

The death witchcraft only retreated less than two meters. You just needed to increase your strength to control them and retreat away from the new explosion range of the witchcraft.

Amid the overwhelming hatred of the Drust souls, the balls finally stopped retreating and bombarded the Lich King at an even faster speed.

This time, the Lich King did not use the "axe" again, but drew out Frostmourne, symbolically pointed the sword at Schuylin, and soon he was drowned in the sea of ​​death.

As the sound of the explosion rang out, all the souls and shadows looked towards the center of the explosion at the same time. A larger pit than the original pits in "Icecrown Citadel" appeared here.

Taking advantage of the opportunity to watch the Lich King turn into ashes, the "compatriots" of the Drust army of undead took out the things they had prepared long ago, placed them among the group of undead, and one by one they were teleported away by the blue light and left this place.

Boom! Boom boom boom! Unexpected explosions sounded one after another, and the hatred in Sqiulin's heart almost burst out of his body. He underestimated the enemy again.

At this time, the remaining...most of the surviving Drust souls heard a familiar voice at the same time.

"Why, can't you feel the pain of the earth?"

Following the sound, Sqiulin and other ghosts saw the Lich King standing on the top of Boralus. He was really lingering.

"Why, are you scared? Are you afraid to attack?"

Bang! He punched the ground with one fist. Sqiulin hated this boy so much that he wanted to...

"All troops, retreat."

At this moment, an icy sword energy hit this place, just in front of Sqiulin who turned around, and took away a high-level Drust warrior.

"Why, do you think you can leave so easily?"

"Don't worry about him, leave here quickly."

As General Schuyllin spoke with hatred, the rest of the Drust souls turned around and left the gate of Phantom Boralus with endless resentment.

"What happened? They just ran away like that?"

After the Drust army of undead souls left, a Thornspeaker on the city wall of Boralus cried out in surprise, and green bubbles appeared.

He was ready to fight according to the new plan, but the enemy simply withdrew due to some casualties. It was so surprising.

At this time, a red bubble appeared next to it, and another Thorntalker explained: "Man, this just shows that they are afraid that we have a backup plan."

While the Thornspeakers were discussing while spitting out colorful bubbles, Arthas looked at Jaina who was also spitting out bubbles and asked: "Jaina, is there any problem with your formation?"

After drinking a few bottles of blue potions, Jaina said, "There is indeed no problem, but there are some problems."

"They should now study how to break the formation. It may not delay us for long, but our goal has been achieved."

Small blue bubbles kept appearing as Jaina spoke, leaving Arthas dumbfounded. How many bottles of potions did she drink? Could she improve herself by drinking them?

Of course, Arthas cooperated well and spit out some golden bubbles, not standing out in the team.

After accepting the empty bottle, Arthas asked again: "So, should we try another method to deal with Drust?"

Shaking her head, Jaina prepared a bottle of blue potion and said, "Based on their level, I don't think they can break my formation continuously."

"After staying in Thros for too long, their spells... their witchcraft level has not improved much, and is about the same as they will be in the future."

"I only need to change the nodes of the subsequent formation arrangement to make their wizards rack their brains until more dead souls gather here."

When Jaina finished drinking the potion, Arthas clapped his hands and praised: "Okay, then it all depends on you."

"But I'm still worried about one thing."

Hearing this, Jaina wiped the medicine stains from the corners of her mouth and said, "Isn't this part of your plan? What else could it be?"

"Just keep drinking mana recovery potions, do you think it won't..."

"It's going to be fine, Arthas, what are you worried about?"

Pointing at the bubbles that were floating in the air and cracking and disappearing, Jaina said, "The side effect of blowing bubbles is a positive effect. It can speed up the body's absorption of the medicine."

"Jaina, but don't you think the recovery is a bit too fast?"

"If you look at it this way, wouldn't it be..."

Supporting her chin with one hand, Jaina said, "It's better to recover faster on the battlefield. What you are worried about doesn't actually exist."

"With your poor forging skills, you can't understand it."

Hearing this, Arthas was shocked and a question came to his mind.

How did Jaina know about the forging skills that I knew?

Stopping blowing bubbles, Jaina leaned over and said, "Arthas Menethil, when you were still a paladin."

"I am not only a pharmacist and a formation master, but also a part-time tailor. You have been obsessed with sitting alone in the position of prince for too long, and you have only..."

Raising his hand to cover the woman's mouth, Arthas couldn't believe that this woman was so outrageous. Once again, she was beyond his imagination.

Did the mage Jaina already have so many secondary jobs before she traveled through time? Is this the strong woman who is not immersed in the heartbreak? !

Thinking of this, Arthas felt more and more how powerful the gagged mage next to him was, and he seemed a little unworthy of her.

At this moment, Jaina puffed up her cheeks, spit out a bunch of blue bubbles, and pushed away Arthas's big hand.

She held Arthas back and said, "Why, Arthas, do you feel that you can't do it after hearing such a small thing?"

When he heard that it was not possible, he got angry and grabbed Jaina... Well, he didn't dare to use too much strength, he couldn't break free, and he still had to fight.

"It seems that Drust is not going to study the formation hard. Arthas, it's time for you to take action."

Knowing what he needed to do, Arthas took Jaina's left hand and gently... touched her ring to hers as Jaina requested.

I don't understand why Jaina is so pretentious and doesn't use her own ring alone, but Arthas knows one thing, there must be something special.

At least, in his own thinking, tailoring and the like must not have existed before, but were acquired later after he started working on his own... He envied the knowledge rewards he gained.

With the power of the two rings, Jaina nodded, twisting her hand until the bones cracked... She took a deep breath, jumped off the city wall, and faced the Drust army.

Standing on the top of the city wall, holding on to the phantom... the real stone and earth wall, Arthas, like everyone else, silently looked at the brave Kul Tiran mage at the city gate.

"The Marshal has ordered me to defend this place against the invaders of Boralus."

Transformed into a Kul Tiras naval mage, Jaina waved her hand and drew a line, which gradually became foggy and condensed into a straight line of frost.

This line is right in front of the Drust army of ghosts, stationed at the very front of the Drust army within the safety range calculated by the Drust wizards, five meters in front of a Drust ghost.

"You just need to know one thing, whoever crosses this line will die."

In a flash, Jaina changed the subject: "You are blocking our view. You'd better leave quickly... You can save your life, too."

Seeing that the Drust army of undead souls did not take it seriously, Jaina threw a big red fireball at the Drust undead souls who did not listen to her advice.

In a flash, the Drust soul closest to the edge died, and several of his comrades behind him were swallowed by the flames.

"Do you understand? Anyone who crosses this line will die!"

After seeing this scene, Arthas had a new understanding of the extent of Jaina's unreasonableness and convinced her with reason.

He quite liked this...discovering a blessing of certainty...but why wasn't he the one who said this?

Why does time pass so slowly? Can the sealed legendary power end its cooling time quickly and give myself strength?

By the way, what time is it in the early morning now?