The Prince of Lordaeron bravely enters Azeroth

The ferocious claws flashed with green light, the heavy hammer was surrounded by golden light, the devil's claws firmly grasped the broad hammer head, and the evil energy corroded the holy light.

"Monster, don't even think about it..."

Filled with fel energy, Mephistroth pressed down with his left claw with brute force, and overwhelmed Uther with one claw.

He was pinned down by the demon's immense force, his entire body sinking into the glacier with a muffled sound, and he took a step forward.

Then, he turned his right claw into a fist with the wind, and hit the hammer and axe above his head with an upward punch.

"Cunning demon! Pick me up... Uh-huh... Wow..."

The fist wind wrapped in purple dark shadows, knocking Muradin back to his original position in a parabola. His dented armor proved that the punch was not pleasant.

"Ha! Take my knife!"

Looking at the two sword-wielders in front of him, Mephistroth crushed the ice beneath his feet with one foot, and the emerald green fel energy shockwave spread in all directions with him as the center.

Mephistroth blasted away the magic and the enemies who tried to fight in close combat, then raised his left hand, and two chains of fel energy in his hand flew towards the holy light that shot down from the sky.

Soon, the evil energy chain turned into a large green net, and the net gradually turned into a emerald green arrow.

It absorbed and dispersed the blue-white death wind full of healing power, and rushed straight to Arthas's gray skull-armored chest with even stronger force.

Activating the all-around Holy Shield, Arthas laughed, "Hahahaha! Hahahahahaha!!"

"A tiny arrow, Mephistroth... do you think you can hurt me?!"

"Arthas! I sincerely hope you still have the strength to speak."

With a clang, Arthas let go of the holy staff and looked down at the arrow in his chest that was stuck in his armor.

He couldn't understand how he, with the support of a group of great wizards, could have fallen to such a state... He remained calm, pulled out the arrows, and purified himself with holy light.

Bang! The holy staff fell down, and a surging and violent holy light without blind spots suddenly appeared.

In the baptism of the holy light released by himself, Arthas' "real" wounds no longer exist. This is a means of attacking the soul.

Just in this one gap, this land covered with runes had dark green colors lighting up everywhere.

With the effectiveness of the formation, Mephistroth took advantage of this opportunity to do what he had always wanted to do and had been waiting for.

A flash of evil energy appeared, and one hand drew out scattered electric light of evil energy. In that instant, a group of mages fell down around him.

No one could defend against his attack this time, including the three Windrunner sisters, two blonde ladies, and a little invisible red-haired man.

They were pierced one after another by circles of fel-energy spiked chains... Groups of colorful "refrigerators", with the mages inside all looking solemn.

Crack, the sharp spikes kept piercing into the solid arcane energy shell, and their current defense would not last long.

Seeing this, Daelin and Salorian charged forward with knives in hand, and the two of them turned into red and blue lightning bolts.

Gasping for breath, Muradin threw his old friend who was protecting him with his shield into the air, leaving only the ice spikes under the pit that kept piercing up and down.

Although some of their heads have been completely broken off and no longer look like sharp needles, the evil power they carry with them is a problem.

The two of them were one in front and one behind, and the golden dawn and blue and white thunder hit Mephistroth's open space directly.

"Wishful thinking! Mephistroth, the Holy Light will stop you!"

At the same time, Arthas clasped his hands together, and beams of golden light enveloped all teammates in the area in the blink of an eye.

Feeling their strength being restored by the Holy Light, Osmar and the two white-haired Silver Moon councillors propped up their weapons and stood up.

Bang, bang, crack, the fel storm started, Mephistroth grabbed Quel'Delar with both hands, and the other three fell into the ice pit and received treatment.

"Demon, how long do you think you can hold out? Your strength has declined."

With bat wings spread out, the bubbling fel energy blocked the magic all around. Mephistroth looked at the elf half-trapped in the spike trap in front of him and smiled.

"Mortal, the sword in your hand is as ridiculous as your words."

"Do you think only those two 'saviors' are special..."

Bang, Arthas knocked Mephistroth back with one punch, and summoned the hand of holy light to pull up Salorian.

As the two fist-shaped axes in his hands continued to bombard the demon in front of him, Arthas's expression became more and more solemn.

The demigod demon in front of him was different from Tichondrius, who only showed the tip of the iceberg, and was also completely different from Anetheron, who seemed to be an immortal cockroach.

Looking at the demon who was retreating step by step as if leisurely strolling in the garden with an evil smile on his face, he suddenly realized that his ability was not special.

"Oh, Your Highness Menethil, you seem to have discovered something?"

Waving his hand to disperse the purple arcane balls shot out by a group of legendary mages, Mephistroth raised one hand and firmly grasped both fists of Arthas.

Crack. It was the sound of the hand bones of the knight with white hair whose face could not be seen clearly, breaking.

"The victories you've won along the way seem to have given you too much confidence... You're really naive about fighting across borders."

Bang! Mephistroth struck the enemy, who was being held high in front of him, in the chest with a heavy claw. He finally saw his sharp claws pierce through the Lich King's armor.

Pulling his hand out and thrusting another claw in, Mephistos said, "Those losers only had their weaknesses discovered by you."

"Or maybe their weaknesses just happened to be taken advantage of by the ones next to you... Look at those comrades you've met countless times."

"Mephistroth, you thought I would be timid...ah!"

"Your will to resist is admirable. Perhaps that is why you have been able to do so, or perhaps it is your crown that is maintaining your sanity."

Mephistroth swept past the enemies with fierce or worried expressions and threw Arthas high into the silent barrier that he opened silently.

The next moment, a beam of evil energy shot out from the index finger of his right hand and pierced through his body.

Never worn out, it seemed very funny at this moment, the first time Arthas saw him wearing this suit, he would bleed.

Slowly catching the enemy whose breath was beginning to fall, Mephistroth held up the fel energy shield that was beginning to crack with his right hand, and grabbed the enemy's head with his left hand.

As the chaotic fel energy entered his head, Arthas seemed to hear it... He could not make any sound and could only use the Holy Light to resist and heal.

"Your strategy is very good. I think you rarely fight alone against opponents like us... Sorry, it should be that you rarely fight two against one."

With a sneer, Mephistroth said: "Your physical strength at this moment is indeed far beyond that of a normal legend."

"I released enough fel energy to kill three legends, but it still couldn't completely destroy your body. The Holy Light has indeed favored you."

Gently pressing his right hand against his chest, Mephistos said in a gentlemanly manner: "You are not scary, as long as you can find your weakness."

"You are probably as weak as the demigod you defeated before."

"Hahaha, I thought my plan would fail. I can only summon Archimonde... My Lord to avenge my brother."

"But you should never have entered my territory. I wanted to modify the territory and the huge formation I had set up."

Looking down at the enemy whose body was cracking with fel energy and gradually emerging, Mephistroth released a stream of fel energy to temporarily stabilize the barrier that was almost completely shattered.

"Efficiency is never something you possess alone. Your own strength is the greatest... How is this possible?!"

A surprised voice was heard, and the protective barrier was completely broken. The allied heroes outside saw the miserable prince.

His body was covered with fel energy lines, and his eyes and... were almost covered with fel energy magma, but his body neither expanded nor shrunk.

Under the scattered, lifeless white hair, his face was filled with the flavor of evil energy.

He was laughing, his body was shaking, and he raised his hand to press Mephistroth's shoulder.

At this moment, even Jaina couldn't understand why Arthas could do this?

In her haste, she forgot many things, and the holy staff in her hand was shaking.

With evil blood flowing from the corners of his mouth like a river, Arthas smiled contemptuously and said, "I like what you said, demon."

"Today is the afternoon of the second day. It's time for me to activate my secret weapon, but this weapon failed me."

"But I also learned some good news and learned some lessons from it."

The seemingly powerless arm tightly grasped the demon's shoulder, and Arthas's green fel eyes also stared at Mephistroth.

“Uh-huh, huh-huh… huh-huh, hah-hah-hah!”

Arthas opened his unusual mouth and said, "The battlefield is ever-changing. I never underestimate any opponent."

"No matter what kind of enemy it is, I will prepare countless plans. However, today, it seems that one of my backup plans was activated too early."

"This is impossible. The power I gained is clearly to restrain you!"

As soon as the devil said this, the evil energy on Arthas' body suddenly dissipated, and he couldn't help but exhale a breath of green air.

At this moment, the flying snow that should have fallen directly into the cave outside the glacier fell rapidly on this vast battlefield surrounded by the glacier.

Whether it was Ner'zhul's side or the undead and demons rushing around, they all felt a pressure directed specifically at them.

Of course, the rest of the coalition heroes are still fighting hard, but their morale is even stronger.

Because their battle strategy has not changed, which is to deal with the issues at hand.

"Restraint, that's because the strength is not enough, and my strength only needs to be enough."

"I'm so far from the realm you're talking about...Oh!"

With an evil laugh, Arthas put his hand on his chest and said, "Look, everyone, death also favors me!"

At this time, the never-worn Lich King armor on Arthas returned to its original appearance, and his icy cold eyes stared at all the enemies of the Undead King.

Behind him, two blonde ladies tilted their heads to look at each other, their fair little hands working together to spin golden circles.

The circle slowly took shape and flew towards its target in front of Roning and the others, just like the bizarre snowfall all around.

Amid the falling ice and snow, Arthas spread his arms, and circles of extremely cold chains appeared out of thin air and tightly wrapped around Mephistroth.

Although this is a purely healing death force, it is thick enough to trap Arthas' enemies as long as it does not heal them.

At the same time, Ner'zhul and the rest of the evil were all shocked that this man still had the strength... There was a riot among the undead.

"I don't know how you restrain a loser, but I will never fail when facing you with this attitude."

"We are equals at this moment... You won't tell me, but I will slowly study it."

"The previous loser was Arthas Menethil. What does this have to do with me, the Lich King Arthas Menethil?!"

Before he finished his words, a stream of various long-accumulated moves pierced through the struggling Nathrezim.

An obvious target. How could they listen to the Lich King's impassioned speech for so long and do nothing?

Equality on the battlefield is based on at least a 50-50 basis, and both sides will pay a price they don't want to pay.

Good opportunities are not only seized by the enemy... Friendly forces create opportunities, and as friendly forces, we must of course seize the opportunities and go all out!