The Prince of Lordaeron bravely enters Azeroth

Not far away, two horses, a bear and a water element who were picking up magic materials were blown away in an instant without even time to react.

The whistling force brought by the strong wind brought by Drust was so terrifying that the four mounts hurriedly grabbed the materials in front of them and turned to the sky.

At this moment, Gorak Tul... the King of Drust seemed to be far more powerful than before, causing Arthas and Jaina to look extremely solemn and stern.

This aura made both of them feel uneasy. It was stronger than some of the enemies they had encountered, but it still had certain weaknesses. They didn't believe that there were no weaknesses in the whole body unless they cultivated it. It was like a certain existence watching every move here.

"It turns out that I missed a step... several steps."

"Jaina, it looks like we need to really fight hard."

The five major formations that originally trapped King Drust dissipated one after another. Arthas sighed and said this with colorful bubbles.

Hearing this, Jaina stopped maintaining the magic circle, drank several bottles of potions, and waited for the next battle to come. She didn't see this coming.

She said with a hint of bewilderment: "Arthas, is everything we have done in vain?"

The sword in his hand shone even colder, and Arthas continued to inject strength into it, saying, "Jaina, it's better to say it's as it should be, rather than in vain."

"Less than 2,000 people against nearly 100,000 people. We have done a great job in wearing down the enemy to this point."

"We are weaklings in the eyes of our enemies, like a mantis trying to stop a chariot or an ant trying to shake a tree."

The "soul body" of King Drust had already been torn to pieces by Jaina's continuous bombardment...but now the two of them were faced with this situation.

The five-layer formation could no longer function and was useless in front of King Drust.

The key core has changed, and its expanded formation only has the function of blocking.

Jaina had never encountered such a situation before. The methods she came up with in her mind were useless in the face of this new power and all they had the effect of delaying the situation.

"However, we still have the strength to fight."

"Thirty thousand people against two, I don't know how we're going to win."

Saying something sarcastic to encourage Jaina, Arthas raised his sword and pointed it straight ahead, instinctively finding the enemy's emblem.

He raised the sword again and again, and had memorized the various starting moves by heart. He also became more proficient in the specially practiced slanting-finger sword move.

While secretly hating the fact that Frostmourne's soul-splitting power had not been unleashed, Arthas was thinking calmly about how to...

Standing in front of Jaina, Arthas said: "Drust, why are you so obsessed with this?"

"At this point, you have already understood the truth of your clan, the truth of your clan's beliefs."

"We don't know as much as you do, and the results of our inference may only be the tip of the iceberg of the truth about your clan."

As soon as these words were spoken, the King of Drust, who looked exactly the same as before, appeared in the sight of Arthas and Jaina, and the formation that obscured their vision had disappeared.

Although there was a thousand meters between them, both Arthas and Jaina knew that this distance was too short for the current King of Drust.

"I also want to ask, is it really worth trusting a leader who caused the extinction of your Drust race?"

"The enemies of the Drust are only because we are Drust and we share the same dream."

"My people trust me, Gorak Tul. It's as simple as that."

To Arthas's surprise, the King of the Drust answered the question in the distance, very calmly, sounding rational and calm.

Following up on the Drust King's reply, Arthas said, "Drust, your dreams are nothing more than empty promises made up by Gorak Tul."

"It sounds wonderful and seems to be in line with your expectations at the time, but times are changing, and the Drust dream should also change with it."

"You are bound by this false thing, so you might as well let it go and find a new way out."

"You have been used by your king for thousands of years and have become servants of the enemy who truly controls your fate. Don't you understand what your dream is..."

At this moment, the King of Drust asked: "Now, has your strength been restored?"

"If you still don't recover, then prepare to die. I don't have that much patience. You must pay the price."

"It is useless to spread rumors. You have lived long enough in the hands of the Drusts, the enemies I have been waiting for."

After saying the last sentence, King Drust flashed to within ten steps of Arthas, smiled slightly, and red light surged in his dark blue eyes.

"I've been so sincere to you, Drust, why don't you want to believe me?"

"I also want to free you from... the suffering sea of ​​​​Zlos." After a pause, Arthas gathered all his strength and slashed forward with the sword-breaking style.

Without any reservation, the power emitted by Frostmourne shattered the surrounding black and white death space one by one, and slashed towards the defenseless King of Drust.

Because when the King of Drust decided to take action, Arthas and Jaina stepped into the "realm" of Drust, something neither of them had ever seen.

The ink-like color of the power of death emanating from it, in their perception, was one Drust ghost after another.

They surrounded the enemies of Drust, dead or alive.

The enemy of their race, they only have hatred and the will to eliminate this threat.

The sudden appearance of power forced Arthas to resort to this last resort, and he had no choice but to use all his strength to break the deadlock.

Although Jaina thought this was a special formation, Arthas thought it was the power of their will to stick to that philosophy.

The aspect of racial will displayed is that the power of control is no longer useful to the current Drust souls.

They have indeed blazed a new trail, so Arthas must not let them go and allow them to reveal even a hint of information to an existence that he cannot face for the time being.

All the unknown factors that cannot be controlled have disappeared, and the future of Warden Zoval will not change much. He still believes in the power of rule.

Putting his arms together to block the magic sword, the King of Drust asked coldly: "Is this the limit of your strength?"

Gripping the hilt tightly, Arthas sneered, "Haha, how long can you hold on?"

"Gaining power far beyond your control has made you too arrogant and too contemptuous of anything that could kill you."

"I am the only one who can kill you, you foolish ghost!"

At this moment, Jaina, who had transformed into a lich... the Frost Queen, came with a spear in both hands and stabbed the gap in the defense behind the King of Drust.

In order to complete her temporary idea, she re-put on the armor that matched the Lich King. Was it because she didn't want the clothes to become battle-damaged again?

When the ice spear was about to pierce the skin of the Drust King, a thin black stone energy shield appeared, exactly the size of the spear tip in Jaina's hand.

However, a mysterious and complex circular formation appeared under the feet of Arthas and Jaina, connecting the power of the two, and the offensive from the front and back became stronger.

With the help of observations during this period, she learned a little bit from the Drust battle formation, combined with her own thoughts and ideas, and constructed this formation on the spur of the moment.

Its name is the Yin-Yang Binary Formation, which is simple and unpretentious, but the man and woman who are in tune with each other work together to temporarily enhance their shared power.

Judging from the situation, Jaina's talent is really better than hers, and she defeated the old Drust Revenant Battle Formation on the beach.

After all, the battle formation that combined the power of the entire clan no longer existed, and the new Yin-Yang Binary Mandarin Duck Formation was born, appearing on the remains of only one king.

So, she spared no effort and, together with Arthas, surrounded the King of Drust, using the newly acquired formation to break the law with force.

Possessing eleven legendary powers, she had no idea how she and Arthas would defeat the King of Drust.

Although he now has a thought in his mind... But the King of Drust is too powerful, and his chances of winning seem very slim.

In the slowly crumbling realm of Drust's will, the life-and-death battle between the Drust King and his Drust enemies came to a stalemate.

“Hoo…Hoo…Hoo, hoo…”

As Arthas's breathing became more and more rapid, the space of will that he had just mastered was shattered, and the two stalemate parties returned to the land of Maldraxxus, and the battlefield seemed to have changed a little.

It was just because the power of King Drust was slowly disappearing, while the power of Arthas and Jaina was dissipating even faster.

The energy and stamina consumption and recovery rates of the two sides in the fight cannot be compared, but Arthas and Jaina are still gritting their teeth and persevering.

Until the last moment, the two of them would not accept failure. The magic swords (magic spears) in their hands still had power, so how could they fail?

As long as I have breath left, I can continue...

Even though they had the support of a new formation and the strange abilities that the two of them possessed, the cruel truth was that their strength was not enough.

Feeling the power in front of his arms and the power in his heart on his back weaken, King Drust couldn't help but roar wildly, and the sound seemed to shake the heaven and earth.

Slowly raising his arms, the King of Drust said: "Don't you understand? With your current strength, you can't defeat me."

"We Drust have never been so united, so united as we are now."

"Our wills are connected to each other. You are in me and I am in you. I am in control at the moment."

"I know my original idea was wrong, but my compatriots can understand me. We Drust are always one!"

"Without those who opposed us, Drust finally achieved true rebirth, and you..."

Even as he said this, the King of Drust shook off the powerless Frostmourne, grabbed Arthas' neck with his right hand, and allowed the powerless magic spear to pierce him under Jaina's insistence.

"And you, our most hated enemy today, I will use you as a sacrifice to our ancestors, to comfort the souls of those Drust who died because of you."

"Feel honored. You are the first sacrifice of our Drust to celebrate the new life. You will be engraved into our history like livestock."

While actively giving the first sacrifice the Word of Glory, the King of Drust shook Jaina away, causing her to fall to the ground unexpectedly, unable to move at all.

She could not see Arthas being held high by the King of Drust, because Jaina's head was embedded in the ground, accompanying the land of Maldraxxus.

However, beneath the earth there was a familiar ice crystal head that she had stepped on, sat on, and lay on countless times. The glacial frenzy brought her good news.

Looking at Jaina's twitching fingers and sneering, the King of Drust turned to look at Arthas in his hand, who was still struggling to resist.

Allowing Arthas to continue resisting, King Drust raised his hand and formed runes out of thin air. Arthas could not understand the runes, but that did not prevent him from sensing the natural power of life in them.

When the Drust Nature Rune appears, the King of Drust recites the prayers contained in the rune, expressing his respect and worship for nature.

The incomprehensible sacrificial words quickly ended, and his low and hoarse voice rang in the ears of the sacrifice: "Now, say your last words, powerless beast."