The Prince of Lordaeron bravely enters Azeroth

In an unfavorable situation, there was a man who carried the will of the race and fought alone against the heroes. This ghost was the King of Drust, and several heroes were ruthlessly defeated by him.

At least, in a sense, the current King of the Drust does represent the Drust race, a former form of humans on Azeroth.

It was still a formation, but this time it was Jaina who led a motley army that was not an army to deal with the Drust wraiths.

With the new information brought by Jaina, Syndra, Vasya and others joined forces to add a new function to the formation.

At the same time, warriors like Vasya who had experienced a fight fell to the ground or stood with swords, and the most difficult moment had passed.

The purpose of fighting together is to win, but victory will not come so soon. Jaina caught her sister Lucia and began to treat her.

Several unconscious Thornspeakers or Gorak opponents who were carried here from near Alsace increased the workload of medical staff such as Vasya who was kneeling on one knee and Jaina who was taking care of her sister.

Although he had no weapons or battle formations, the King of Drust was still strong, punching again and again against the joint attacks of powerful warriors such as Sindra, Asar, and Atene.

With tens of thousands of Drust compatriots around him, and the power quietly bestowed upon the Drust King by Sire Denathrius after he gained the news of the Will, he is still struggling to hold on.

The final consequence may be about to fall, but for a moment, the two forces in the formation are temporarily evenly matched and fighting back and forth.

Unfortunately, this situation was only temporary, as the scattered formations began to take effect, and some of the injured began to return to the battlefield.

Just ten minutes passed, and the unconscious people around Arthas entered the formation, commanded by Dai Lin and others.

With more than 5,000 people casting various spells, mostly natural magic, with the help of the formation, King Drust finally understood the situation that Arthas once faced.

Every time King Drust launched an attack, countless attacks would counter it, draining his strength while countless more attacks would bombard him.

To deal with such an enemy in an open area, one needs a strong and durable physique, full body defense, and an indomitable will... and the King of Drust has all of these, except...

A Drust ghost came over with a club: "Gorak Tul, look what you have done to our people, you monster!"

"Traitor, you have no right to reprimand me. It was you who betrayed Drust first."

"Traitors to the Drust. We will kill any traitor who betrays the Drust."

"That includes you, Augustus Maple!"

After blocking the enemy's attacks one after another, King Drust grasped the incoming club with both arms and spoke angrily.

"Die, traitor!"

In the blink of an eye, the King of Drust grabbed the stick and swung it straight at Augustus' head without any mercy.

Just as the club was about to hit Augustus, Orfa reached forward with his staff and took the furious blow from the King of Drust for him.

As he watched the momentum weaken and his familiar compatriots being peeled off from the King of Drust one by one and their figures about to disappear, Orfa felt extremely sad.

He saw that the souls of the Drust that were separated by the formation were full of anger and hatred, and were hostile to all of them present.

In just two teleports, many familiar faces that he had seen before had disappeared. Perhaps they had died in the Gate of Death, Orfa thought...

At this point, he swung his staff to block the Drust King's moves, and couldn't help but sigh: "Gorak Tul, why don't you understand to this day?"

"From the very beginning, you took the wrong path. We Drust..."

With a wild roar, the King of Drust stopped Orfa from continuing and said, "The Thornspeakers are indeed traitors in disguise!"

"You didn't see our past sufferings, but now you only use our failures to mock our struggles."

"Orfa, you will never understand us, you are no different from Augustus."

"When we, the Drusts, reached the crossroads of fate, it was people like you who took the initiative to abandon us, thinking that you were noble!"

The King of Drust dropped the broken club he had seized and rushed towards Orfa, trying to take his willow staff.

The Willow Demon Puppets he brought with him had already been destroyed by his enemies in the Shadow Realm, and now his compatriots were constantly being forced to leave, powerlessly entering the countdown to death.

Facing the hypocritical traitor, he was unwilling to fall. The will of his compatriots urged him to fight to the end. He was the King of Drust.

Blocking the staff with one hand and catching the fist with the other, the King of Drust said: "To infer right and wrong from the results is to be wrong from the beginning!"

"At the beginning, I was the victor. I spared your lives, but you turned against your own people."

"In the face of doctrines and fellow tribesmen, you still cannot forget the ancient natural way you follow."

"You have been asking us Drust to bleed ourselves, damaging the interests of all of us!"

"It was me who reunited our divided Drust clans. It was you who betrayed the Drust! You are damned traitors!"

Hearing this, Orpha's strength loosened... The soul in silver armor held the sword and took the fatal punch towards Orpha's head.

Fighting the King of Drust again, Alexander said, "No, you are quibbling, Gorak Tul."

"Everything you did was pure evil. You took advantage of people who trusted you. You are the one who is justified."

"You took advantage of everyone you could, and you were lost in your desires and ambitions, Bowen Kventavs!"

With the help of the reinforcements, Alexander and the King of Drust, whose power was gradually declining, gradually became even.

This is the time to decide the outcome between their enemies, and it is also a strategy to delay time. Many of them want to fight a few battles with the King of Drust.

Now all they had to do was to hold back King Drust and prevent him from escaping from the formation.

As time slowly passed, the defeat of Old Drust was inevitable.

"You, once the Grand Master of the Order of Embers, took advantage of Tukov Teevens... your brothers and sisters who trusted you."

With a sneer, the King of Drust said: "Alexander Waycrest, humans are not my brothers and sisters..."

"I don't deny what you said, but you did fail them, and from that, it can be seen that you also failed your brothers and sisters."

Alexander held the sword in his backhand to receive the punch from the King of Drust, and said, "It is difficult for everyone to change their character."

"If you really have a conscience and your beliefs are as lofty as you say, then you shouldn't have done that to them."

"You can kill scum like Fwenos Gwenmi, but those who helped you... you are ungrateful."

While swinging his sword and venting his emotions with words, Alexander couldn't help but think of his past experiences, the experiences arranged by Gorak Tul.

If there hadn't been some element of luck, he would have failed long ago and fallen into Gorak Tul's trap, and he felt resentful.

Even if he followed Gorak Tul closely and came to the legendary Thros, he had no place to vent his anger. He was ruthlessly defeated after a simple arrangement. Good luck did not always protect him.

"You made a deal with the Lord of the Maw, turning your compatriots into your food, you undead monster!"

"You have been surviving until now with the flesh, blood, and soul of your race. The achievements you think you have made are not worthy of your pride."

"You're implying you've done nothing wrong and putting on layers of hypocrisy, and now you have no chance of getting away with it."

At this time, several more Drust souls were stripped away, and the power of the Drust King was reduced again, and the cycle continued.

No matter how he resisted, the strength in him was disappearing, and his previous weak body was returning.

Unwilling to accept defeat, the King of Drust gathered all his strength and punched Alexander away, roaring furiously, and some more illusory Drust souls left.

"If you poor humans hadn't come to disturb our lives, we Drust wouldn't have come to this point!"

"You are wrong, Gorak Tul. Even if they hadn't come, there would have been another you to start the war."

At this time, Augustus, who had recovered a lot, joined the battle and punched the equally huge fist.

"From the moment we came into contact with death, the other side of nature, a certain corruption has become inevitable among us Drust."

"Our bodies are getting smaller, our desires are getting bigger, and our lives are getting poorer."

At this moment, the King of Drust roared: "Augustus, is this why you betrayed us?!"

Waving his arms to block the violent fists, Augustus said: "I didn't betray us, you betrayed us."

"Not only have you failed to fulfill all the things you promised, you have also disgusted me."

"You are lucky. Together with us, you found the superiors who pushed you to become king. The credit for eliminating them is shared by every Drust who participated in this matter. It is not something you can take alone."

"Once you truly became the King of Drust, your actions were just the beginning of another reincarnation. You are no different from the superiors you once hated."

"I once agreed with your belief. I and many other Drust people thought that you could take a different path and make our Drust people live better and not suffer oppression."

Hearing the traitor's words, the King of Drust said bitterly: "Augustus, I still say the same thing."

"Your sacrifice is obviously only temporary. Why don't you trust me a little more? What I did was for the good of Drust!"

After receiving two punches, Augustus stopped defending and said angrily: "Bullshit, you have been covering it up, you are just hypnotizing yourself, your actions are another stronger form of oppression!"

"If that's the case, then you...still don't want to get involved to correct what you think is wrong, just like in the past, and you only talk about it, then go to hell, Augustus!"

At this time, Augustus also said in a hateful voice: "You are the only one who can talk big, Gorak Tull!"

"You veto every change I want to make. You are so self-righteous."

Punches hit flesh with loud bangs. Seeing the two fighting so fiercely, the people who were maintaining the formation took a break for a while, but a spell model was condensed in their hands.

The two fists collided, and Augustus said: "After a short time with these descendants, I saw the reason why we Drust failed."

"If you were willing to put aside your arrogance and your arrogant attitude, sit down with us and have a good talk, and discuss a suitable plan with each other, then none of this would have happened."

"You are inciting the emotions of your fellow compatriots to complete what you think is racial cleansing. Anyone who opposes you deserves to die."

"You are a madman, Gorak Tul, and you continue to justify your crimes!"

"You are living in a beautiful dream you have woven! You are unwilling and unwilling to admit the facts! You are distorting the facts!!!"