The Prince of Lordaeron bravely enters Azeroth

One sword broke the evil and pierced through the black fog. The cold sword energy slashed on the thick layer of black fog.

The black fog was within the black fog, which made Arthas feel a little surprised while he was waiting for his strength to recover.

What kind of temper could allow one to remain indifferent to his provocation? He "concentrated" on completing his own plan, and the Holy Light of Evil Breaking was deflated.

Since Gorak Tur had no intention of talking to him, he felt that he needed to take the initiative and act as a caring "little cotton-padded jacket" to help old Drust solve his problems.

There was a round of applause, and Arthas said, "An unexpected discovery actually made you so cruel as to make such a decision."

"Gorak Tul, how does it feel to lead your people to their deaths at my hands?"

"Except for the Drust who voluntarily sacrificed their lives to become a part of your power, what did the tens of thousands of Drust who supported you do wrong?"

"I didn't expect that it was you who controlled the power of the battle formation and directed my power towards them."

Pointing at Gorak, Arthas said coldly: "They hate me, but they never know until their death that you betrayed them."

"Why don't you open your eyes and look at your master? He is the culprit who caused the demise of your race."

"When you first came, there were a hundred thousand of you. I had to use all sorts of tactics but I couldn't stop you from pushing me to this point."

"How many of your compatriots are left now? Don't you have any doubts at all?!"

In a cold and low voice with a hint of hoarseness, Arthas slowly explained the reason so that some of the Drust souls who were still breathing could understand the truth.

However, no Drust soul would believe his words. For example, some Drust souls turned over and glared at the enemies who slandered their king, but turned into black gas in the next second without saying a word.

In this way, the Drust ghosts gradually dissipated in the "wild power" of Arthas, and the black mist emerging from Gaolek's body had turned him into a dark ghost.

Under this power, Gaolek survived, but the black aura of death all over his body was just like before... Oh no, it was far beyond the blessing of the Drust battle formation before.

Now, he was like a demon god. The aura he exuded was comparable to that of the Lich King who wiped out tens of thousands of Drust souls with a single hand. Their high auras were actually equally strong.

With a cold snort, Arthas wiped Frostmourne and said, "The deal made by the Lord of the Maw is unreliable. Everything you insist on is nonsense."

"Enemies of the Drust, you will never understand the beliefs of us Drust!"

"No matter how you argue, we Drust remain united. No Drust will listen to you!"

After wasting a lot of words, Arthas finally let Gaolek speak, ending the silence and the one-way narrative.

This voice was extremely angry. No one could understand him. He was the only Drust soul left here.

Arthas objected to Gorak's statement: "Augustus Maple, I believe they will continue to live on in place of you old Drust."

"That traitor, anyone who opposes us Drust must die, including you!"

"They have always believed in me, and I will not betray their trust. I am Drust!"

At this moment, Arthas suddenly felt that Gaolek had some mental problems. After sucking so many souls, his brain began to become abnormal.

"us……"

Not wanting to hear more, Arthas questioned, "So, your belief is to betray them?"

"You used the soul power of your compatriots to make a deal with the Lord of the Abyss, gaining temporary power and the knowledge he bestowed upon you."

"You have used everything your compatriots have to make yourself successful, and you are trying to betray your race once again in your own way. How dare you call yourself a Drust?!"

At this moment, Gaolek shouted: "You don't know what we Drust have faced! You are not qualified to judge us Drust!!"

"You sharp-tongued butcher! You will never know what we Drust believe in?!"

After a moment's silence, Arthas said, "When I decided to kill the first gnoll myself, I was destined to embark on a cursed path of bones and blood."

"You are right, Gorak Tul. I am a butcher."

"I have never refused to admit this. My hands are already stained with the corpses and souls of countless enemies, and you are no exception."

Arthas laughed and said, "Your beliefs? Those are just your own beliefs, representing your own ambitions."

"You are just pretending to be Drust!"

"You and I both know that we are just enemies. Everything we have done is just... delaying the situation until now. We only have one goal, to kill each other."

"We are the enemy. We can certainly use any means to achieve victory. If you cannot withstand the provocation, it is only your own problem."

Whenever Gaolek, who was absorbing strength, wanted to say something, Arthas would immediately speak up, loudly blocking his right to speak and letting him soak it in for a while longer.

"If you don't know what you did wrong, I wouldn't mind taking some time to help you recall..."

Soon after, the time for one person to have the final say was almost up, and the trash talk was about to end. The endless chatter would eventually come to an end, and the recovered strength in the body would not lie.

At the same time, King Drust's ears seemed to be calloused, and he would soon send his chattering enemy to receive the retribution he deserved.

Staring at the furious enemy who had returned to his original appearance, Arthas raised Frostmourne and said, "Golak Tul, I can only tell you one thing."

"You're going the wrong way! The road is narrow!!"

Condensing a large axe out of thin air, Gao Lek said, "They are not dead, and they will never die!"

"I am the King of the Drust! Gorak Tul!!"

"The old Drust, led by you, has failed. What can you do alone? I will reunite you now!"

At this moment, the two people, one in the sky and the other on the ground, fought each other in the blink of an eye.

The swords and axes in their hands clashed continuously, and violent energy oscillated outwards.

Outside the duel, the ground seemed to be cracking, and many wilderness stones moved away from their homes one by one, and the weeds all bent down and prostrated themselves.

As expected by the female sorceress who watched the battle carefully, after less than a hundred sword fights, Arthas, clutching the magic sword tightly, flew backwards, and the axe shattered and disappeared.

Air! Arthas steadied himself in the air and swung his sword again, dashing straight into the air with his right hand.

In his dictionary, with such power, why would he still be defeated every day? Just beat him up!

What doesn't kill me will only make me stronger, Lordaeron!

The pillar sword retreated rapidly on the ground, and Arthas said: "See? This is my true power."

No matter how powerful Gorak Tur is now, he is just a legend. The dark blue light in Arthas' eyes suddenly turned scarlet.

In just a moment, the Frostmourne in his hand was covered with bloodstains, and every lit blood-colored rune on the sword revealed a weirdness, as if a sea of ​​blood was emerging.

Dark Ape Wind appeared, Frostmourne rolled up a spiral of dark red wind, the heat wave dissipated, and the icy air all turned into dark flames that attached to the sword body, constantly eroding Gaolek's body-protecting death energy.

Crack, crack. Mountains and hills gradually appeared on the ground beneath Arthas' feet. Roots grew wildly. Thunder that destroyed evil descended... The special effects were fully displayed, and the Lich King's aura as the king of butchers was undoubtedly fully displayed.

This move made the female mage who was investigating the hidden clues in the dark lower her head. Why is it that this person has a poor learning ability, but some of his ideas are so enviable?

Looking at the threads that were broken one after another, Jaina frowned and supported her chin with one hand, wondering why all the threads from the Maw were broken?

She already had some guesses about the secret transaction that she had not seen before, but she did not expect that Gaolek was really not afraid of the Lord of the Abyss and looked down on the Jailer so much?

……

After answering one question after another, Arthas, who had fought hard but refused to surrender, knelt on one knee, grasped the sword that supported the ground with his backhand, and covered his chest with one hand.

In Gaolek's eyes, he refused to spit out blood, had no injuries on his body, and had been hiding his true strength for fun, playing with others.

From time to time, he would come with a big move, running and running, leaving only the resentful wreckage along the way... Kill him! Kill him!!

The next second, Gaolek shot out a dark death energy from the air, and one of the most important symbols of the Lich King was gone.

Seeing Gaolek getting closer and closer to him, Arthas opened his tiger eyes, and the red light in his eyes turned into golden light, and his blood-red wings... were brutally broken the moment the golden light appeared.

Grasping the big hand with both hands, unwillingness emerged in Arthas' eyes. The huge force at his neck was too strong, and it was too difficult to wrestle with Gaolek.

Under this pressure, the holy light in Arthas' eyes dissipated, and the normal dark blue light unique to the Lich King suit reappeared, and the holy light dimmed.

However, Frostmourne disappeared... In Gaolek's memory, Frostmourne had been blasted away by him and disappeared without a trace.

"How long are you going to hide? Why are you humiliating us Drust like this?"

Gaolek was furious at Arthas's mocking act of "resistance", and black mist covered his body, showing his unhappy mentality.

He continued to increase the pressure with his left hand, and punched Arthas in the abdomen with his right hand again and again. The surging force made the coldness on Arthas' face even more intense.

"Do you really think that this is the limit of the power of the Drust? You can't imagine our power!"

Having said that, the enraged Gollak clenched his right hand and placed it on Arthas' heart.

The inky power of death continued to grow stronger in Gorak's hands, and the power that frightened Arthas slowly emerged.

Being humiliated like this, Arthas couldn't bear it anymore, absolutely couldn't bear it anymore. All the strength in his body leaked out of his body, and the power that Gaolek feared appeared again.

At this critical moment, Arthas is ready to make a huge explosion to fulfill Gorak's wish and show his "true" power.

Finally, with real power, Arthas slowly pried open the big hands that restrained his movements, and the eleven legendary powers and the only power of death fought against each other again.

He ordered his favorite sword spirit to wield the magic sword, glanced at the place that almost all men regarded as their lifeblood, hardened his heart, and gave the order.

Clang! Frostmourne broke out of the ground, and the sword body brought with it a terrible biting cold, stabbing at the place where the master requested.

Without a single sound, the dark protective energy resisted Frostmourne, preventing it from advancing an inch. Arthas' carefully prepared sneak attack failed.

Seeing this vicious king, Gaolek completely understood that Arthas had no backup plan and could only use such despicable means to achieve his goal.

Everything he had done before was just to delay time so that his woman could leave and have time to leave the Shadow Realm!

With his mind mixed up, Gaolek had been overwhelmed by hatred and could not figure out Arthas's true purpose.

This action made Arthas' eyes focus, and he reached out to grab Frostmourne and recall his favorite warlike sword spirit.

Strong! Invincible! The strongest! The Lich King has regained one of his symbols, with ice and snow flying and special effects reappearing!

Without caring about anything else, Arthas decided to make one last effort and release all the strength in his body.