The Prince of Lordaeron bravely enters Azeroth

Roar! The Thunder Lion stood firm and roared to the sky.

“Ahhh, ahhh! Aaaaaaaah!!”

"Demon, take my thundering axe!"

With a roar of rage and a surge of electricity in his body, Muradin, the dwarf, was suspended in the air.

He tilted his head and hands backward, raised his feet toward his helmet, and bent his body into a half moon.

The next second, he suddenly bounced back to his original form like a spring, and swung out an axe full of thunder and a hammer filled with anger.

This attack was like a lion suddenly attacking.

The blue and white thunder crackled, the angry red beast's eyes were excited, and its prey was right in front of it.

Feeling this power, the shorter of the two evil beings slashed forward with his icy sword and flipped over in mid-air to fly backward.

While increasing the distance, he turned over and slashed out with scarlet blood sword energy, accurately hitting the nearby paladins who were trying to get up with difficulty.

As if in the energy therapy of the sea of ​​blood, the Paladin stood up with the help of his weapons, stepped on the shining holy land, opened his flying six wings, and rushed towards the tall evil with great momentum.

One of them, the Holy Light Machete in his hand was shining brightly, and the "will" of the Ashbringer burst out, it did not want to lose to the so-called holy sword.

At the same time, the tall evil who was swinging his sword to block had to stop floating in the air, step on the ground actively, and bend the pale bat wings behind him.

Next, the scarred giant bat wings temporarily blocked the colorful magic attacks coming from all directions for him, allowing him to catch his breath.

"Heroes, this demon can't hold out for much longer, keep trying!"

At a height of nearly two meters, a giant female angel waved her hand and rained down holy light, saying, "Believe in the holy light. The holy light will always be with you!"

"Mephistroth, the Holy Light will never abandon anyone who is under its protection!"

Just as these words were spoken, the three Proudmoores charged forward on the waves of icy water, with blue light flashing in their hands, and swung their swords straight at Mephistroth's head.

Behind these three people, three gradually merged into one rotating arcane arrows, turning into one... a green phoenix phantom, coming with a strong wind.

Just near the three Windrunner sisters, there are several arcane charging cables behind Kael'thas.

He threw the fire phoenix on his shoulder with one hand, injected magic power into it, and made Ao Qingling cry out, and suddenly became bigger and stronger.

The hundred-meter-long fire phoenix with wings spread out, flapping its wings and igniting fire, circled into the sky, flames emitting in all directions, and then spiraled downward with flames.

It shares a common target with most heroes: the bald Nathrezim wearing an evil crown.

Clang, clang, the loud and clear sound of the phoenix!

Of course, how can there be fire and wind without water and ice?

The Guardian and Kirin Tor temporary team led by Medivh and Antonidas ignored the sudden arrival of the glacial tide and raised questions.

Seven different types of staffs pointed directly at the icy water element. The seven beams of arcane magic merged into one, and the icy water element narrowed its eyes as it became even bigger.

"gurgling!"

Feeling this tremendous power, Glacier Frenzy raised his right hand and imitated the previous master's cooperation with the male master in the "Heavenly Palm" gesture, and then a huge icy palm fell down.

I didn't expect that the Glacial Tide would be able to do this... Wait, are you only going to give me this one strike?!

In the blink of an eye, it shrunk back to its original size and was mercilessly thrown back into the mount dog of the Four Sacred Beasts by Medivh. It suddenly felt a little sad.

Compared to the three good brothers around it who seem to be useless and focus on the demon army, it is so lucky and powerful, and has a super proud face.

On the other side, Arthas and Jaina each raised a big hand and floated the heroes who were in close combat into the air. They couldn't help but glance at the other battlefield where black and green were flying everywhere.

He is worthy of being a future warrior, worthy of being the Scourge, and will fight to the death with Archimonde and the Burning Legion he summoned.

Boom! Just like that, Mephistroth was overwhelmed by this pure power and fell deeper into the glacier, and the holy light suddenly burned fiercely.

During the hard battle before, he was ambushed by a shameful attacker... The power of Holy Light was tearing his body apart... He knew that Holy Light was hypocritical!

He was unable to utter a single word as waves of powerful force bent his spine and his body was shattered by countless sharp ice spikes.

Among them, there was a large machete filled with holy light firmly inserted into his chest. Holy light, death, and evil energy were entangled in his body.

Near the ice above his head, Alexandros, with empty hands and head lowered, stared carefully at the occasional flash of light in the icy mist below.

The Ashbringer was like a part of his body. He sensed that the demon's aura was weakening. No matter how thick the icy fog was, it could not cover his "mind's eyes".

Compared with the previous times of ice fog, this time the ice fog that exploded from the ten thousand year old black ice gradually covered the entire area.

Looking at the icy fog, Arthas stopped his steps and stood on the clear ice road formed in the air, not knowing what to feel for a moment.

The collective "loyalty" of the undead was beyond his imagination. He couldn't try to understand why Jaina was hesitating and insisting on him fighting properly.

He didn't expect that the so-called rules could affect his consciousness.

Every time he faced Mephistroth head-on, he wanted to use his three-axe axe to chop the enemy back, but the concept of the axe disappeared in his mind, and he was pierced through by a single blow several times.

Sometimes, I almost forgot the concept of shouting out the Holy Light, just like the axe, but thanks to the blessing of the MLM female angel, it is basically difficult to forget the "rules" of shouting out the Holy Light.

He didn't think this was a rule, it should be considered as... Muradin walked to his side on the thick and transparent ice road.

Muradin raised his head, blew away the ice in his beard and said, "Arthas, we should succeed this time."

"In my impression, no normal enemy can withstand this blow... Of course, the premise is that Brian's adventure story did not deceive me."

"No, Muradin, Brian probably didn't lie to you."

"It's just that because of the bad consequences I caused, the enemy would often hold back a little and try to bite me back."

Shaking his head, Arthas summoned thick holy light and was the first to pass through the portal opened by Jaina, and he never let go of the holy sword in his hand.

At this point, there is still some time left for experience, and the seemingly still invincible Archimonde may no longer be a problem.

Because of that druid warrior, Arthas always felt that Jaina's eyes were full of "tenderness", and he wanted to go up and verify whether the warrior's bones were strong enough to show that kind of "tenderness".

He felt that there would be no one else who was so excited except his real brother-in-law.

In his impression, it seemed that the only one who had received such treatment was Tanred... At the moment, there should be two people present who had experienced it personally.

Generally speaking, he is not stupid, he just left some details to the external brain Jaina to deal with... What he has always wanted to do is actually a battle of wits.

"All right, Mephistroth."

Taking the opportunity to sort out his simple thoughts, Arthas approached his seriously injured and dying opponent with sword in hand.

He was followed by a large group of people, and the family that had besieged Mephistroth before... a large alliance team once again came to Mephistroth.

It was no different from before, as the caring mages directly locked him up with various restraints, rendering Mephistroth unable to move once again.

"Finally, do you have any last words to say? This is the last mercy we can give you."

"Hehe...will you let go of...my...soul? Impossible, Arthas."

With a disdainful sneer, Mephistroth leaned on the magic sword and tried to take out the artifact of punishment from his chest with one hand.

He nodded, and with a "swish" sound, Arthas stabbed his sword into his gradually cracking golden chest with brute force.

"Uh...ah! You..."

"Look at it, devil."

"You've already said your last words, and I don't think any of us would be treated well if we fell into your hands."

Releasing his right hand, Arthas held the sword in his left hand and reached for the hilt of the Ashbringer's tail sword next to him with his right hand.

“Ahh! You guys…ah…”

With a look of reluctance on her face, Jaina cast a spell and said silently: "Don't worry, the pain is only temporary."

"By believing in eternal death, you and your brothers will be freed from your miserable lives and lead a leisurely life of 'entertainment'."

Behind her, there was a group of mages with their notes out, working together to help "soothe" the pain that was deep in Mephistroth's soul.

With the previous tests, they have gained a lot of insights into the magic of Mephistroth's soul. They are now just conducting further experiments and exploring unknown theories.

Along with Mephistroth's silent expression of pain, Arthas slowly took out the Ashbringer that was fighting against Frostmourne for the demon to relieve his pain.

It was natural for the Ashbringer to perform meritorious service, but the lingering scorching holy light influenced others to help do this.

It would be better if it were faster, it would be better if it were faster... Come out to me!

As the Ashbringer left, Mephistroth's face showed no relief, but even more pain.

His soul was being sucked away, and Frostmourne exerted its full power after Ashbringer left.

Even if the "weakling" nearby, another Frostmourne, tried to help Mephistroth resist, it was useless.

Holding the Ashbringer and turning around, Arthas said, "Alexandros, this is not how you should use a powerful weapon."

"As a paladin... a knight, I suggest you keep this weapon with you at all times during combat."

Hiding his reluctance, Alexandros respectfully took the calm punishment artifact.

After leaving the demon's body, Ashbringer felt that this was a good thing, just as a friend he had just met said.

Since there is a sword that is willing to do the dirty work and even enjoys it, why doesn't it take a step back and be a quiet knife... a two-handed greatsword?

At this moment, Alexandros felt the holy light of the Ashbringer hidden in the sword, and suddenly became a little confused.

The urge to drink to one's heart's content... the urge to express great anger towards evil beings and to purify evil with holy light is gone.

Seeing the evil right in front of him and himself standing still, Alexandros decided to ask it for him.

When he wanted to ask a question, Uther asked: "Arthas, this may be too cruel."

"Give him a quick death, maybe..."

"You have no idea, Uther."

Pointing at one of Mephistroth's claws, Arthas said, "Even now, he hasn't given up."

"If we are even slightly careless, I believe he will escape, or even explode himself."

Watching Jaina cast a spell to take away the demon's sword, Arthas reminded: "He is a demon of the void."

"As long as his soul is immortal, it will keep resurrecting and causing trouble for our friends."

"Next time, he will be more prepared. He and we are enemies."

"An enemy that will never die... I want to make him suffer, but he just wants to endure the pain so much."

Feeling the joy of the sword spirit in his hand, Arthas said: "Sometimes, we must fully respect the wishes of the enemy."

"I've suffered enough before. He wanted to kill me so badly."

As soon as the disciple finished speaking, Muradin said, "Uther, please be less merciful this time."