The Prince of Lordaeron bravely enters Azeroth

The chapter continues from the last time, with a "crow" that no one can see flying by. The Sword of Arthas and the Heart of Gorak look at each other "passionately", and both wish they could skin each other with their own hands.

Despite Jaina's secret blessing, Arthas had already reached his limit. The soul power of all the Drust souls was too terrifying.

Even though the magic sword had pierced the "soul" of the dead soul, the black mist formed by the power of tens of thousands of Drust souls was still repairing Gaolek's injuries all over his body.

His chest was cracked, his emblem was damaged, and his body was covered with various injuries, but Gaolek's breath never subsided, making the air chilling.

So, what happened after Jaina said that... Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh! Several ice crystal bullets flew past and pierced through Golek's "soul intestines".

Facing the completely indestructible King of Drust, Jaina sighed in her heart that without the glorious halo, she could hardly keep up with the rate at which her magic power was being consumed.

After expending so much energy, how much strength do I have left?

Only ten seconds had passed since I said that (⊙o⊙)…

The thunder light that could dispel evil appeared from Jaina's right hand. The raised right arm instantly turned into a thunder sword, with violent sea-blue lightning flashing in it.

She swung the Thunder Arm slightly, and the sword broke the emblem from head to toe, cutting it in two with one sword, but the five magical weapons still did not let go, firmly grasping the entry point.

It was absolutely impossible to explain for the enemies who were destined to die in her hands. The kind-hearted Jaina could not bear to see even a trace of pain on the enemy's face.

The legendary experience of lightning and thunder bestowed by the shadow world... the power of the teacher in the parallel world, so terrifying!

Of course, her husband’s teacher was also her teacher. She now really wanted to replace herself from who knows how long ago, and say those “famous sayings” for him and the teacher before Arthas spoke.

"Hahaha……"

Breathing heavily, Gaolek grasped the sword of the Waycrest family that was stuck in his elbow with one hand and pulled it out in the blink of an eye.

Although countless magics bombarded his soul body, all of them passed through the tiny...pale skin that did not change, surrounded by black mist.

With two bangs, the Heart of Waycrest and the Sword of the Chief Inquisitor fell to the ground, stubbornly resisting the erosion of the power of death.

The crackling sound of thunder and lightning slowly disappeared, and broke into two pieces... The King of Drust with a gap in the middle was actually able to move, and what just happened was not a last gasp!

Under Jaina's surprised gaze, the broken left and right halves of the body reassembled, and the black threads like adhesive absorbed the thunder and bonded the soul together.

Although the left and right were reassembled, the hideous scars left by Arthas could not be dissipated, and the power within them was still fighting against the black fog.

"Hahaha……"

Gaolek moved his hands, grasped the sword with his thumb, slowly pulled it out, and threw it at the fainted knight lying on the ground, wanting to make him suffer the same injury as well.

The Sword of the Lord would rather die than surrender, and stopped in front of the shield that Jaina gave to Arthas, and fell to the ground. The flame disappeared, and the death aura gradually rose.

"Huh...huh...huh..."

After taking down three of the five swords, Gaolek did not continue to draw his swords, but let the two Frostmourne swords pierce his emblem and chest.

With the kind reminder from the Lord of the Maw, as well as the lessons learned from the long-lost souls of General Mordecai and others, he knew very well that the magic sword should not be touched.

To deal with these Abyss-devouring demon soldiers, one must either make them surrender and betray their original masters, or use the most powerful force to crush them all.

The constant pain in his soul was nothing compared to the beliefs that Drust carried, and Gollak had other ways to make this pain disappear.

In three breaths, Jaina calmly caught her own magic sword that had been shaken away, and gently made a sword flower, turning it into a magic wand.

As for the one behind her... he sucked in two forces of death and floated back to Mi Jian with the green sword and silver sword intact.

Because they lost the control of the mistress, after absorbing the power of death from the eldest brother, they fell down one by one with their two new friends and stood still in a certain place.

With the power of attraction, Mi Jian changed his posture... Four swords were inserted into the edge of the knight's head, causing the Gap Knight's eyelids to lift a little bit.

What are you doing? Can't you see that I have lost my strength and look like I'm dying?

You two are useless. You can't even get a single soul fragment. You really bring shame to the genuine Mi Jian and Mo Jian. I'm talking about you two, the two of you who are sticking your head next to my ears!

You four are so naughty, wait for me... With her hands moving unpredictably in front of her, Jaina stared at the wand that was spinning autonomously in front of her, and colorful lights bloomed in front of her.

A seemingly endless beam of light shot out from the rotating magic wand and came to Gaolek's side. Strands of colorful light formed an unknown formation.

The nameless formation that enveloped Gaolek exuded a holy aura, fighting against the one and only death. The wounds on his body that were slowly recovering actually stopped healing!

As expected, with multiple back-up plans in place, all the previous actions served as a prelude, and the situation was finally... A sound similar to the roar of a wild beast was heard, and Jaina's phoenix eyes widened, phoenix blood spurted from her mouth, and she flew backwards.

She pushed herself up with her arms and stood up gorgeously with a chill in her air. The Ice Phoenix Queen turned her magic wand and another nameless formation was cast, stopping the beasts' voices of rebellion.

Without giving any time to prepare, Jaina wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth, glared with mocking eyes, and cast out another nameless formation. The triple formation trapped the Drust soul again.

"It seems that I am still too gentle. Everything that happened to you was within my expectations. This is just a minor injury!"

The angry words were not false, but were real. With her real ability, Jaina made her wand turn again, and her hands changed like shadows.

With skillful techniques, Jaina cast one magic rune after another, like a joyful and innocent spirit slipping into the triple amusement park.

Holding up the chaos of water and fire, stepping on the order of gold and earth, following the sacredness of wind and thunder, holding up the illusion of angry wood in the hand, death fights against death on its own.

The magic runes that rotated with the formation were having so much fun and playing so happily, bringing a wonderful show for Gorak Tul.

It looked so "refreshing", like a "slurp", the black fog was drawn out by the newly formed fourth formation, and the four formations gathered their strength to purify the death.

"Ah...ah...ah..."

The continuously surging black gas sounded like a wailing sound. Gaolek glared at his enemy in the distance, and a sudden change occurred in one part of his plan.

Is it God's will that Drust is doomed to perish? They wondered... No, if God wants to destroy Drust, then Drust will rebel against God!

"No! I'm going to kill you!"

"In front of me, the enemy will either flee or be completely defeated!"

With a laugh, Jaina spoke out against the malicious words a thousand meters away from Gaolek, saying that the Ice Phoenix was the opposite of the Fire Phoenix.

As Jaina said the word "earth", the black mist from Gaolek's mouth dissipated faster and faster, and the deathly air in the sky condensed again.

Looking at such a powerful wizard, one of the sister sword spirits controlled the sword to tremble. This is it... The Lich King pressed his hand and sent it into the ground.

Damn it, as for the words of raising the flag, why is it that she won’t suffer a disaster, while my body and spirit are eternal!

Holding down the magic sword and slowly opening his dark blue royal eyes, Arthas stood up using the sword... He bent down and picked up various medicine bottles, among which was a bottle of black potion, which he held in his arms.

Silently... he gulped down various potions and buried the hilt of his sword into the ground with one foot. Arthas' strength was rapidly increasing, and he had already drunk the black potion.

As a vast sea of ​​colorful bubbles was spit out, Alsaston felt his strength returning at a speed far exceeding the normal speed, and he stepped towards the ground.

Clang! The ground cracked, and the Ice Demon Sword was back in Arthas's hand. It sat quietly in Arthas's right hand, resigned to its fate, without a trace of dust.

No matter how terrible the side effects Jaina described were, Arthas felt that he could not bear to watch it any longer. The Drust souls were not really dead.

With his eyes tightly closed, the souls of the Drusl were floating silently above the head of the Drusl King. How come this soul that was devouring itself was so similar to... the world of Western fantasy, it seemed possible.

According to the Olympus animation, could it be that Jaina is... Too scary? Fortunately, we and the Drust ghosts are enemies, not the same race as our father and son.

"Jaina, we can't wait any longer, let me..."

At this time, Jaina interrupted: "Shut up, Arthas, and look at what I do."

While they were chatting and laughing, the fifth nameless formation emerged and was inserted into the four brothers and sisters. The five brothers and sisters worked together to accelerate Gaolek's degradation.

Behind her, the magic sword that had been raised high was put down again, and Arthas stood in Frostmourne with his eyes closed again, not knowing what he was thinking.

After pondering for a while and thinking of something, Arthas put away the power of Menethil, and went straight into the ground, disappearing without a trace.

Just shut up, but you have to take action. After all, Jaina didn't say that everyone will deal with their enemies in their own way.

The two swords standing near the gradually dissipating blue magic circle, the two conscious swords didn't know what to say to them.

Suddenly he was taken away, suddenly he felt the different breath of heaven and earth again from the darkness, suddenly he stabbed the enemy of his master, and suddenly... he watched the show quietly.

In the darkness, no one knew how much time had passed since Arthas voluntarily sank into the Sea of ​​Earth. The souls of the Drust who had been confirmed dead before emerged one by one.

Having lost the strength of his compatriots, Gaolek could no longer hold on. The two sword wounds on his chest made him crawl on the ground. His breath gradually weakened, but he refused to accept death.

With blank eyes and rapid breathing, Gorak Tul held on with all his might, vowing to live and die with his compatriots.

Unexpectedly, his plan was shattered again, he...

"Ugh."

With a light sigh, Jaina looked at the face of the dead soul that seemed familiar, and suddenly arcane missiles and various types of missiles appeared around her.

"You...if you can really defeat us, then your plan may succeed."

"Believe me, I have guessed some of the transactions between you and him. The value of it is beyond your estimation."

"At least, that's how it seems to me, Drust."

As Jaina spoke, energy missiles of various colors shot towards the Drust souls in the sky the moment she opened her mouth.

What could they do when they were formed by the black mist and sealed by the five-layer formation? They could only let Jaina cut their throats.

Therefore, Jaina could only casually pour out some of her thoughts and vent her frustration of being chased recently.

She had heard Arthas say that one must act ruthlessly and quickly, and that important matters must not be spoken casually in front of the enemy, otherwise big problems would arise.

As a queen who listens to advice, she took the words of the unparalleled general to heart and used as much violence as possible.

At first, she was too violent, causing Arthas to suffer, but also making him...

Bang, bang, bang! The seemingly endless missiles pierced through the Drust souls one after another, taking away one "live" life after another, like killing chickens and pigs.

When Gaolek slightly opened his eyes and looked at his supporters who had died again... yes, at this point he still considered them his supporters.

So he always had all kinds of thoughts about them, but he felt that he himself needed to be responsible for them and he was responsible for his property.