The Prince of Lordaeron bravely enters Azeroth

"You insignificant mortals, do you think a temporary victory is useful?!"

"So what if you defeat me? This is just your struggle before death!"

Seeing the soul of the demigod demon run away like this and listening to the demon's victory speech, not only the sword spirit of the sharp holy sword was furious, but the others were the same.

Arthas and Jaina stared at the humming and trembling holy sword, and for the first time in a true sense, they showed their disapproval of it... Why are you so disappointing?!

"It's my problem that you discovered my weakness, but you can never stop my plan!"

"Brothers, we can't let this arrogant guy get away like this!"

"We agree with you, Muradin."

Muradin, Uther, Daelin and other guards once again joined forces, one throwing and one trying to trap Mephistroth with the makeshift soul chains in their hands.

His hideous soul was flying towards the Demon's Gate, a portal that also led to a distant galaxy. The first enemy to cross the gate was most likely Archimonde.

Nearby, Medivh and other mages had extremely complicated expressions on their faces as they worked hand in hand to strengthen the golden soul-binding chains in the hands of the seven guards.

This complex magic that they had successfully experimented with, a powerful spell that currently had a 100% success rate, was ineffective against Mephistroth.

Two demigods and a group of legends surrounded and killed one demigod, but not only did they fail to kill the enemy, they also allowed the enemy to become so rampant. It was truly a failure.

It has to be said that when one person starts bragging, other people who understand the meaning of bragging will generally start bragging as well.

One person spreads ten, ten spread a hundred, three people make a tiger, public opinion becomes the wind, so what do you think? We have to be on guard!

"You have such an arrogant and narrow vision! You know absolutely nothing... My plan has always been going smoothly!"

Seeing that the so-called soul-binding chains were completely useless to him, Mephistroth's sinister voice became louder and louder, and he was getting closer and closer to the demon gate that was eager to break free from the arcane shackles.

"Ronin, he will soon suffer the pain of death, why is he saying such things?"

Hearing Vereesa's question, Ronin looked up at the ferocious demon soul and the several arrows that shot through his soul and into the glacier, and felt very weak.

"Or is it that these demons only know this before they die..."

Youyou came to the side of her "best friend" and Jaina replied: "It's very simple. This demon's mentality exploded and he completely collapsed."

"Although our vision is narrow, we also have our own narrow definition. As long as we are happy, that's all!"

"Why worry so much? Calm down and think carefully about the solution..."

Her white eyebrows bent down like a weeping willow, and Vereesa said apologetically, "Lady Proudmoore, please forgive me for not being her and not being able to follow your train of thought."

"Why don't you talk to that Mr. Legend Road? I think you two would get along well."

I don't know what she suddenly thought of, Vereesa's tone changed: "Sorry, I asked a stupid question."

Not far away, the female angel held the holy staff she had regained, stood proudly, and waved happily to Jaina.

She knew that she and the three Windrunner sisters could not get along well, only she... How could you forget the cooperation between the two of us before... The pleasant cooperation? !

Behind Vereesa, the two golden-haired Windrunners looked at each other affectionately. One of them picked up the arrow from the quiver behind the other, turned around and shot a single arrow at the floating demon soul.

On the other side, Arthas stepped on the frost road that was automatically paved at a high altitude, hurried up, picked up the holy sword Frostmourne and started slashing fiercely.

Since the enemy can't even convince with normal "reasoning", then just use physics directly. Physics is the simplest and easiest way to crack the problem.

"What do you think you can do? You can't stop anything now, Arthas!"

Arthas felt his ears hurt, so he swung his sword and said, "The words of a loser will never be accepted on stage."

"As long as the final victor is the Burning Legion, Arthas, everything you want will come to nothing!"

"You guys, you refuse to tell the truth even when you are about to die..."

After a pause, Arthas raised his hand and silently condensed a small statue, then quickly crushed it.

Even the ranger with the best eyesight, and even those mages who were sneaking around with magnifying glasses, couldn't see clearly what he was pinching because of his action.

The dark power of death concealed the disrespectful actions of the Honor Knight. The emperor's parchment... was unable to record it all.

Now, it was Mephistroth's turn to be dumbfounded. He had not expected this... Oh! It turned out to be a trick to fool him. The Emperor could not be the same as Arthas!

After completing his benign self-imagination, Mephistroth pointed to his own forehead in front of Arthas.

At this moment, his body, which should have been tightly bound...Jaina and others held down his trembling body.

However, just in the next second, all the glaciers under their feet broke, revealing the eerie cold spikes inside, and evil energy lingered underground.

Looking at his floating body, Mephistroth said: "Prince Arthas, the choice of fate has come before you once again."

"I believe you won't run away this time, but... you are still doing useless work."

Poking the demon, Arthas asked in confusion: "Why do demons like you only do this kind of thing every day? Do you look down on us?"

"The current situation is not about me making a choice, but about how long you can hold on."

"You said I have weaknesses, but you in your soul state also have weaknesses. With so many of us attacking in turns, I don't believe you have no limit!"

Pointing at the friendly troops leisurely in the underground, Arthas and the seven legendary guards said in unison: "Demon, take a good look at your so-called choices."

"As long as you haven't succeeded, we still have a chance of complete victory."

Looking down, Mephistroth was unusually silent as he stepped on the brand new "floor", skated under the leadership of his awakened "compatriots" and attacked opponents from other places.

When this group of mages were about to fall, Jaina and many other mages did not panic at all. They stepped on the air and brilliant ice flowers appeared under their feet.

In just a moment, they, spitting bubbles of various colors, repaired their base in the heart of evil and sealed the ice spike trap underneath.

Soon, they automatically diverted four mages to the battlefield next door to assist in fighting the enemy and relieve the pressure.

Like Jaina, they also followed her example, sitting cross-legged and discussing something intensely.

At the same time, the soul-binding chains in the hands of Muradin and other seven guards are constantly changing, and the mages continue to improve the chains.

With this continuous change, Mephistroth's flight to the Demon Gate, less than five meters away, became extremely slow.

In the eyes of all of them, this trap that they had discovered long ago seemed to be useless... Is this Mephistroth's last resort? !

Breathing out the chill of death, Arthas asked, "So, you have no more final preparations?"

"Although we can't do anything to you now, you have lost your last chance."

"Our time is long, we will grind slowly until you ..."

Looking directly at the soul waiting for the end, Arthas pierced through the soul with a sword and said, "What else do you want to say?"

Looking at the furious rune sword that couldn't hurt him, Mephistroth couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth.

"Arthas, Frostmourne, I told you... my plan went well..."

Bang! Seeing the chain suddenly break, Arthas and the seven legendary guards fell silent for a moment.

The next second, they watched Mephistroth's soul fly into the ice crystal of the Crown of Domination on Ner'zhul's head in an instant.

At the same time, a bright red color appeared in the empty eye sockets of Mephistroth's body, the bright red fire of the soul.

This body, which suddenly had a soul, suddenly broke the chains that were trying to bind him again with one punch, and slammed into the ice platform on the ground that the mages had worked so hard to create.

The bat wings no longer had a dark blue color, but only a pale color, as if it had completely turned into a ghost... No, not like a ghost.

Compared to before, more violent evil energy appeared and directly blew up the body of the demigod demon.

This explosion forced Jaina and other mages to raise their hands solemnly and cast transparent arcane shields.

These shields blocked the dark green fel blood, which was as hot as magma, puddling.

Bang bang bang bang bang.

They accumulated in the gaps in the ground and even turned into emerald green frost crystals with rhythmic heartbeats... lava seemed a more appropriate term.

"Mr. Medivh, do you know what's going on... this?!"

As Jaina asked her questions, fountains of pure fel energy emerged from the underground lava.

At lightning speed, they madly rushed into the demon gate that was temporarily sealed by arcane runes.

In the blink of an eye, the fel energy fountain melted the runes and the demon gate opened unimpeded.

This time, even Medivh couldn't... A huge, mysterious arcane circle appeared under his feet.

However, this formation could not prevent the Demon's Gate from opening, not even for a second.

On the other side, the Lich King Ner'zhul became extremely powerful and overwhelmed all the enemies besieging him with a wave of icy sword.

With the help of three old senators...Kael'thas rolled over several times on the ice before he could barely melt a corner of it.

He clung to the gap tightly, swaying against the fierce cold wind, and the powerful demigod aura pressing on him from the Demon Gate.

At this moment, Kael'thas seemed to have discovered something.

He stared at Ner'zhul with his blue eyes wide open and said, "Impossible, how is this possible?!"

He understood, completely understood, Mephistroth's so-called plan... Who could have thought that Arthas would become a pure healer?

He was right. Among the opponents present, only the strong Guardian Medivh, Arthas and Jaina, the two "saviors", had the ability to deal with him.

Without the "demigod" output player, the holy sword Frostmourne lost its most powerful effect, its extreme sharpness, and the maximum damage it could cause to him.

At this moment, except for two undead, all the undead and demons stopped their attacks and waited quietly.

"Haha, mortal."

Slowly peeling off from Ner'zhul's body, Mephistroth's weak soul covered his chest and straightened his spine.

Turning his head to look at Kael'thas, Mephistroth said: "Elf, it seems that you are quite smart."

"Before this... Oh no! Until now, you were the first to discover it."

"It's worthy of praise, as expected... I am the better one after all."

Glancing at the enemies who were either in a trance or cautious, Mephistroth said, "Haha... Hahahahahaha!"

"Thanks to you, my plan has been going smoothly."

"Ner'zhul... No, there is no Ner'zhul here at all. He has been gone since yesterday!"

"The powerful opponent you have faced until now has always been me, Mephistroth!"

As soon as these words were spoken, another Frostmourne pierced into the underground ice with a clang, and the rune armor on the Lich King Ner'zhul floated into the air.