The Prince of Lordaeron bravely enters Azeroth

The green breath of death splashed, and Arthas immediately held his breath, held up the holy shield, climbed out of the pit, looked around with the sword in hand, and raised the sword to block the spear.

Driven by hatred, Gorak Tul and Alarak beat Arthas. Their fight shook the world, but couldn't the locals feel this power?

Especially the holy light, flashing in the sky, standing out as an eye-catching sight, the sun's rays, the shining magic sword, the sword energy...all kinds of strange phenomena.

These strange visions made the power of death in Arthas sigh, "If only you had... a little bit of a king's aura..." The queen was busy fighting with a stick, and colorful spells appeared one after another, temporarily suppressing Schuyler.

She started with the Ice, the second was the Spreading Wings of Fire, the third was the Surge of Thunder Nets, the fourth was the Sharp Golden Swords, and the fifth was the Entanglement of Dead Wood... She overwhelmed Schulin so much that he could not make a single sound, and countless Drust souls died one after another.

As a qualified formation chief designer, Jaina made full use of her own advantages and also made good use of the advantages of the solid barriers. While arranging the three major formations not long ago, she was "fighting alone" with great power!

Under the brilliant holy light, the powerful Arthas Menethil was attacked vigorously by the Drust souls, while the clumsy woman had time to do other things during the duel.

There was a clash of area group spells and quantitative group witchcraft, an exchange of stick techniques between magic wands and clubs, and sharp gun tips appeared from time to time, poking several holes in Sqiulin's body protection energy.

All these anomalies were caused by Jaina's cover, which prevented the psychic warriors of Maldraxxus from arriving at the scene in time and gradually forming a rolling river to deal with these invaders.

Legends are legends after all. Before the strength and physical strength were exhausted, the battles were so exciting and so thought-provoking, and there was no need to abide by martial ethics.

This person was reduced to a state where he could hit a fatal point with one blow. In the vision, he swung his sword and a burst of light appeared. He fought head-on with two people nearby. The confrontation that seemed like a crushing victory was so different.

The national quintessence was rioting in his heart, and Arthas blocked it again and again. The sword method of blocking the knife that he had spent a lot of time and effort to practice was finally useful.

Brother Stormrage, when facing Shadowsong, why did the skill showdown fall to the defensive? Can the fel energy skills be inferior to the judgment skills?

Which parallel world's Illidan Stormrage was drawn from? He was actually outclassed by the skills of Maiev Shadowsong, so Arthas practiced his crude skills.

While blocking the two legendary Drust ghosts, Arthas slightly swiped the sword and stabbed at the "vital points" of Alarak, who had a proud look on his face. What a sinister villain.

Do you really think this method will work on the dead? Yes... Every time he reached the "vital points", Alarak put away his axe to block, and he no longer had the courage to fight like before.

It is such an insult to the Drust. Wherever that sword hits, the soul and body cannot be restored, such as the broken chin beard of Gorak Tul when he was accidentally cut by Arthas.

He wanted to cut his pupil, but unfortunately he was unlucky and was stopped by a suddenly falling axe, which made Gorak Tul calm down again, at least in his eyes.

Damn Jaina Proudmoore, she said she could fight against tens of millions of people alone, but then a legendary figure turned the tide for me and I continued to be beaten. Who hasn’t dealt with tens of millions of people?

How could I not have a share in the power that descended from the sky to battle the Drust sorcery? Who isn't a legend now?!

Without saying much, Arthas gritted his teeth and resisted the attacks of two axes. He was knocked down from the sky again, with an unstable green light trembling in his hands.

Whether to throw the fel bomb is the question. After thinking carefully for a second, Arthas decided that mixed bombs would be more effective. Once he finds a gap, he will let Drust taste the power of the real "Ice Spear".

How could little Proudmoore understand true art and truth even if he was influenced by him for less than a year?

In his unwillingness to accept it and trying to transfer the pressure, Arthas was once again... Two axes were only half an arm's length away from his neck. He choked with sobs and had to face the reality with his head.

"Do you really think you have me in your hands?"

Rustling, roots began to grow again from this dead land. Arthas' eyes turned emerald green, and vines of life suddenly appeared on his arms, tightly wrapping around the gray and white arm armor.

However, when Arthas wanted to strengthen his defense, Frostmourne, which had lasted for a long time, slipped away from his hands, and the Drust ghosts focused on his side, which was cruel enough.

The magic sword left, and Arthas could only raise his fists and punch...dodge the attack and press the axe, then spin and turn over, raise his hand to suck the magic sword back into his hand.

No one can make him give up Frostmourne and wait for the day when he flies the sword. How can the legend be so inconvenient? Jaina is an example. There are always more solutions than problems.

The magic sword rang, cold air rushed into the sky, accompanied by light, and roots emerged... With cold eyes, he stared at the two enemies in front of him, and quickly gathered his strength to turn around. After a long time, he still blocked it.

The most stubborn person is... Well, now he is just a stake, the "Immortal Phoenix" Lich King who was beaten into a stake by Drust.

He had been under pressure for almost an hour. Normally, he would have been ready to run away with his friends in this situation, but the local experience card was really useful and it increased his recovery speed.

He danced with the sword downwards to catch the axe steadily, pried open the hilt, raised the sword, swung the sword straight up, and pushed away another axe. The black wings behind Arthas spread out to block several arrow-shaped witchcrafts.

Leaping up and slashing the axe handle with the sword, Arthas stabbed the left sword diagonally downward, straight into Gorak Tul's eye socket, the edge was sharp and cold.

Bang! The right sword slightly adjusted its direction, swung around the other axe handle, and pointed directly at the lower body of the soul beside him with a tricky momentum, defending the golden fort.

Whoosh! Arthas suddenly left this place and was teleported to Jaina's side.

At this moment, the two swords in Arthas' hands were reunited, forming a frontal sword-slashing posture. The force of the glacier seemed to be behind him, and the icy sword energy slashed directly at the emblem of Sqiulin.

There was no death. The moment Frostmourne arrived in front of Sqiulin's head, the aura of death that was like a solid wall of iron prevented Frostmourne from moving forward at all.

At this moment, Jaina raised her wand, calling forth a rain of icy spikes that pierced mercilessly into the thin black mist of the Drust formation.

The moment it enters the body, the ice spikes explode violently, and the frost that freezes the soul breaks through the body of the dead soul, without any unnecessary pain, and the soul is wiped out.

After a long time of being beaten or practicing with sticks, Jaina used her sharp blue eyes to observe the Drust battle formation.

In his spare time, he would sweep through the black fog, looking for the rules of operation of the battle formation, that is, where it was thick and where it was thin.

The other pair concentrated their energy, connected the theories in their heads, and combined them with the temporary outline of the Drust formation compiled recently and "yesterday", and finally made a discovery.

The advantages of this battle formation of the Drust ghosts are very obvious. It gathers the scattered power of many souls and gives those with strong bodies the power to coordinate with their souls.

The battle formation can absorb the death force from the surroundings, or convert other forces into the death force, such as the Soul Abandonment Fusion Formation, which can be transformed into witchcraft to protect the king and generals, and can be used for both offense and defense.

However, the shortcomings of this battle formation are equally obvious. When mobilizing the power of death, there is a weak point in the battle formation, which can be broken through by sufficient force, reducing the number of dead souls and weakening the power of the battle formation.

Although this weak point can change its location, it always exists and has a set of operating rules. Only the King of Drust can change these rules, and the other Drust do not know how to change the formation.

The weak point of the battle formation was originally guarded by Gorak Tul, but the battle formation is suitable for the battlefield, not a life-and-death battle between several people. The King of Drust cannot always guard the weakness.

Because Arthas and Jaina would run away, sacrificing too many souls, and the rage for revenge consumed them, and they wanted to take these two enemies with them until they died.

Judging from the current situation, the two men, whose hands are stained with the blood feud of the Drust souls, may have a chance to achieve their ultimate goal.

As long as this kind of slaughter continues, the increasingly weak Drust souls will eventually be gradually devoured.

At this time, a Drust ghost in the Drust battle formation suddenly said: "My compatriots, are you afraid of death?!"

"Taftuk, we are not afraid of death!"

"So, we all want Drust's enemies dead, right?!"

"Yes, we want them dead to avenge their blood!"

"Stop it, it's not worth it!"

Hearing that his compatriots were ignited with high determination to die by Taftuk, Schulin hurried back to the formation and shouted to stop them.

"This is only temporary, we..."

"General Schuyling, don't you have the confidence to kill them?!"

Hearing Taftuk's question, Schulin held his adjutant and said, "Taftuk, I have confidence."

"But you can't..."

"General, we have been treated like livestock by them and are waiting to be slaughtered. We have had enough!"

"Rather than continue to die helplessly like this, it is better to fight them to the death, General!"

Looking at his compatriots who were ready to die, those who stood with Taftuk, and then at his enemies who were entangled with Gorak and Alarak, Sqiulin could not help but sigh.

However, he couldn't let his compatriots die like this, so he said loudly: "So, you are going to sacrifice your lives like this?"

"General, I have only one request, for..."

At this moment, Schulin shouted angrily: "Shut up, Tavtuk Axeblade! You have no right to say that!!"

"A temporary failure is nothing. We Drust must obey the leader's orders first."

"We have been holding on to the faith that we have been holding on to, but you have brought us all to our painful death in one breath. What is the point of letting us go back?!"

"If one of us dies, there will be one less person left. We... No, why are you doing this?!"

Seeing several of his Drust compatriots on the edge suddenly disappear into the fog, Sqiulin felt sad for not being able to stop them.

At the same time, Taftuk's eyes widened as he asked, "General, are you unwilling to stop the weak Drust?"

"Could it be that you only stop Drust like me?!"

"Every one of us Drust is... Without them, what's the point of me surviving alone!"

"My troops... my brothers and sisters died one by one not long ago. You have no right to stop me, General!"

At this time, some Drust souls who shared the same will as Taftuk made a decision to infuse power into their compatriots who needed it.

"At every moment, I see my dead brothers and sisters watching over me, keeping me alive... They're keeping me alive, General!"

"But I can't just stand by and watch my enemies continue to slaughter my brothers and sisters at will. I can't do it, General!"

"General Schuyling, this is the last time I will ask you to lead the army... avenge us!"

Boom! As the power of the formation on Sqiulin suddenly faded, Tavtuk, shedding crystal tears of the dead, suddenly turned into death energy and poured into the battle formation.

Only his tears were left, and the tears that looked like ice crystals slowly fell, bang... snap! They turned into the power of death and infused the formation.

Seeing this, Sqiulin shouted at the top of his lungs: "No!!!"

Next, no matter how Sqiulin tried to stop them, the Drust souls that were blessed by the battle formation and full of death determination all entered the battle formation and disappeared.

With the voluntary sacrifice of Taftuk and other Drust souls, some Drust souls who were originally prepared to stay at their posts and wait for their leader's victory suddenly fell into deathly silence.

They were originally condensing various forms of death magic, but they stopped the magic in their hands and looked up at the enemies who were fighting with their king and their generals above their heads.