The Prince of Lordaeron bravely enters Azeroth

Under the blue waves, a huge creature that was different from the surrounding aquatic animals moved its two claws forward and backward at the same time, disturbing the swimming fish.

Soon, a red-eyed dragon head covered with black dragon scales broke through the smooth surface of the sea.

The moment it came out to sea, it slowly opened its mouth and took a deep breath towards the surface.

A huge amount of air was taken into its mouth, and then the dragon head suddenly plunged into the depths of the sea.

With the cooperation of his two wings and four claws, the black dragon moved towards the destination he discovered at a speed far exceeding that of buoyancy.

At this moment, most of the fish under the sea in this area are rotating.

Because they are unable to absorb the recoil force transmitted to the surrounding areas by the sea, they have to add to the spiral rotation of the huge force that shakes the sea.

Sometimes, the depths of the sea are not only dark, but also bright.

Nagas and murlocs are the residents of the Black Dragon's destination, where there is a "vacuum" area surrounded by sea water.

When the Black Dragon discovered this place, the energy it had stored was almost used up.

And now, the scarlet eyes flickered in the increasingly dark sea.

These eyes were fixed on the glowing abodes of intelligent creatures at the bottom of the ocean. The deeper they sank into the ocean, the redder they became.

"Lord Zarjira, we will complete the ritual in order to receive your commendation."

Holding a bone boning knife, a red-skinned murloc and many murlocs of different skin colors spoke in unison in the murloc language.

In this coral city full of colorful lights, a multi-armed female Naga with a human body and a snake tail is coiled alone at the highest point.

The lighthouse at the highest point, her snake tail coiled from below, and she held a glowing stone in her hands.

"Complete the ritual and I will grant you the power to ascend, my Hatescale Clan."

Staring at the dark stone in her hand, the female Naga said something that the hate-scaled fishman could not understand.

She spit out the snake's tongue and said in Shasya language: "I, the sea witch Zarjila, have completed the ritual, sir."

As soon as she finished speaking, the unknown existence seemed to have heard her call, and the snake tail in her lower body began to shrink.

However, there was no trace of pain on her face, but instead it was filled with excitement and excitement.

However, this look made the Hate-Scaled Fish people more respectful to her.

Seeing the sea witch's snake tail turning into a sea current, they shouted in the fish language: "Lord Zarjila, we saw this scene."

“We are deeply honored and we can’t wait to hold the promotion ceremony.”

"Yes, my followers!"

Using the swirling water in his lower body, Zarjira circled around the tower and said, "Your promotion will come soon."

"I assure you, you just need some time to prepare now."

Around this coral-colored city, some naga men and women bowed their heads to Zarjira.

Because she is the ruler here, they... they are quite a lot of this small city of fishmen under the sea...

"My followers, you may now begin the promotion ceremony you desire."

Pointing to the "square" of this small city, Zarjila changed the subject: "But, my followers."

"Before starting the next more important promotion ceremony, you need to spend more time processing the ceremony in front of you."

"For this sacrifice, I hope you can put in all your efforts and strive for a longer ceremony time."

As he spoke, Zarjila used the purple-black power of shadow to reshape the water flow in his lower body into a snake tail.

"Lord Zarjira, we will do our best to fulfill your request!"

"The ritual is what I look forward to, and cruelty is what I, the Dark Scale, can do, Lady Sea Witch."

"It is an honor for a high-level wizard to serve you."

……

Unlike the other Nagas scattered in this coral residence, there is a crowded "square" where no sea water can enter.

The land creatures in this area were filled with panic, because the Hate-Scaled Fish People looked at them like "piglets" around their relatively large territory.

Coming to the deep seabed did not arouse the curiosity of all of them. They were terrified to see people being dragged out one after another and becoming consumables for the promotion ceremony.

At this moment, whether it is humans, trolls, or orcs whose numbers are relatively scarce.

Let go... forget the hatred between each other, their skinny eyes were full of fear.

The sound of the promotion ceremony starting, the incomprehensible voices of the murlocs, and the voices of the witches who were kind enough to use the common language, all made them forget the various "shackles" on their bodies.

This "shackle" is invisible, but it is like a heavy mountain, almost crushing their hearts and bodies to the point where they can't move.

At the same time, they bore the heavy pressure of the murloc witchcraft and subconsciously "crawled" towards the center of the "square".

The fear on their faces could not win them sympathy from the hateful fish-scaled people who were sharpening their knives. The hill of land creatures gradually formed in the "square" was a reflection of their present state.

No matter what, the most marginalized "unlucky guy" is the soulless skeleton who died in the promotion ceremony before.

It was because they were too close to the edge that they were pulled out one by one.

They died in this pleasing sacrifice in a state of drowsiness, wakefulness, or confusion.

In this pleasing sacrificial ceremony, even the belief in honor... was crushed by the torture of the Hateful Fishman these days.

The irregular rituals according to the mood of the sea witch Zarajir, as well as various cruel tortures of scraping bones and taking flesh...

Various pressures have broken their backbones, causing most of them to fall into terrible psychological shadows, leaving them with only the miserable way of surviving as "piglets".

The breath that sustains life and some strange seaweed that can fill their stomachs are the reasons why they have survived until now...

Without waiting for the other Hate-Scaled Fishmen to act, a tall purple-black-skinned Fishman grabbed the two sacrifices on the left and right.

"No, don't kill me, I can give you everything you want! (Common Language)"

"Monster, demon, don't come over here! (Orc language)"

"Hehehe, I will take a long enough time to sacrifice you. (Murloc language)"

Seeing the timid "piglet" on the edge, the purple-black-skinned fishman smiled sinisterly and raised a sharp enchanted coral knife.

With the enchantment of the murloc wizard, the blade was sharpened to an unusually sharp edge, and at this moment it shone with a cold glow.

"Then I will have you dead, Murloc! (Common)"

"Demon, I will kill you, a monster, even if I die! (Orc language)"

As soon as the voices of resistance appeared, the humans and orcs forced their bodies to straighten, and soon after that, the sound of breaking bones was heard.

Deliberately staying at the outermost edge, trying to kill the murlocs who wanted to be promoted before being sacrificed.

In the distance, the merman wizard with a sinister smile on his face told them that their resistance had failed helplessly.

In response to the two skinny and weak men's words of resistance, the purple-black-skinned fishman had a ferocious look on his face, opening his fish mouth full of fangs.

"Begin to struggle, sacrifice! (Murloc language)"

At this moment, hissing sounds were heard continuously, and the liquid from the fish's body suddenly flew all over the place.

Without any warning, the sharp sand and earth thorns ruthlessly pierced the crowd of hate-scaled fish standing in this underwater city.

"Murloc, it's time to put an end to your evil deeds! (Mysterious Dragon Language)"

Before he could finish his words, the Rune Black Dragon suddenly appeared and crushed many murlocs, including the unknown purple-black-skinned murloc, with one claw.

In just the next second, the rune black dragon suddenly shrank, and a cold sharp sword pierced into the "square".

Crack, crack, crack. The ground under the sea began to crack, and irregular beams of cold light broke through the mud and sand.

Seeing the icy light rushing towards the fishmen around the "square" from the bottom of the sea, Zarjila shouted angrily: "It's an invader, kill him!"

"Want to kill me? Then come and try!"

An icy light suddenly exploded, shocking the surrounding murlocs and causing their bodies to crack automatically.

At the same time, the earth spikes formed by mud and sand continued to form, and the frozen sea water turned into extremely cold fragments that pierced into the fishmen who did not know what death was.

In just a moment, streams of crimson color dyed the dark sea illuminated by colorful decorations.

Pulling out Frostmourne, the invader in black and gray skeleton armor slashed out a wide semicircle of extremely cold sword energy.

The sword energy penetrated the Naga's barrier, destroying it while also freezing the gap in the barrier.

Bang, crack! The extremely cold sword energy instantly passed through the coral houses behind him, heading straight for the sea witch in the high tower.

Seeing that his followers were completely unable to block the sword energy, Zarjila chanted softly and moved forward with one hand.

Then, a dense beam of dark shadow spiraled out from her hand, heading straight for the extremely cold sword energy.

At the same time, the pieces of flesh that had been crushed into residue and the bones that had been pierced by earth spikes were rapidly reorganizing under the drive of the dark power of death.

Click, click, skeleton warriors of different types slowly stood up and walked towards the more frightened victims.

In the impression of most of them, those who play with corpses are extremely evil.

Perhaps their fate would be to become consumables of the undead, which was not much different from being sacrificed by the mermen to please the sea witch.

From the perspective of the soul not being able to rest in peace, many of them believe that becoming consumables of the undead is a more tragic ending.

However, they were unable to resist, and could not even commit suicide.

If they left this barrier that was beginning to break down and accepted the embrace of the sea, they would die instantly, but they couldn't get over it.

This was not only because the murloc wizard's spells were still restricting them, but also because of the existence of the corpse player, his aura became even heavier and more murderous.

Arthas couldn't help but shook his head at this.

He couldn't heal the fear in his heart, and in the battle under the sea, this Lich King form was the most useful.

His holy light cannot freeze the endless sea around him, but the power of death can, and it can become stronger because of this form.

"Haha, weak female sea witch."

With a sneer, Arthas slashed out with the sword again, controlling his increasingly loyal undead warriors, and sent most of them forward to attack the murlocs.

The remaining small group of two or more undead warriors would form groups and send one frightened living person at a time.

A deep portal quietly opened behind him just as he slashed through the barrier with his sword.

The human navy and orc warriors who had resisted before had already been thrown into this door by the rising undead warriors.

"Holy Light, heal the wounded!"

As soon as he said this, Arthas swung out another sword energy from his right hand, but this golden sword energy turned around and rushed towards the person in distress behind him.

Feeling the warmth of the holy light, the surviving Kul Tiras navy couldn't help but feel at ease.

At this moment, looking at these undead warriors who were holding or carrying them, they couldn't help but feel a sense of intimacy.

At the critical moment of their lives, the miracle of Holy Light happened.

Although the blessing of the holy light could not cover those bones, they could see that the skeletons of their fallen comrades could follow them.

Seeing the intruder who was difficult to capture for the moment, Zarjila suddenly opened his mouth and said, "Ahhh, ahhhhhh!"

As Zarjila's soul-splitting howl resounded throughout the coral city and continued to spread into the darker depths, more and more Hate-Scaled Fishmen gathered here.

Just as those Hate-Scale Fishmen were gradually moving towards this side, the Nagas in all corners of the city were also rushing towards this side.

Unlike the female Nagas who cast spells and fought from a distance, most male Nagas wielded heavy weapons such as tridents and attacked Arthas.

"Undead, how dare you break in..."

With one sword, he beheaded the burly male Naga. A flash of green evil aura appeared, and Arthas froze the gap in front of him.

While Arthas was fighting against a group of murlocs, Zaljira took the initiative to dismantle the barrier that was maintaining the pleasing sacrifice.

So, Arthas took advantage of the situation to cover the barrier with his ice barrier and violently cut off the enemy in front of him.

"My followers, do not be afraid of him, his power is only temporary!"

Hearing Zharjila's words, the male Nagas stopped attacking and watched the groups of Hate-Scaled Fishmen coming and chiseling the ice with sharp weapons.

By now, they understood the difference in power between them and the other party.

The male Nagas who had dared to confront Arthas head-on have all stood up and are reassembling their remains.

The rapidly decaying undead were roaring silently at them, waiting in full battle array within the icy barrier.

"In order to receive the adults' reward, the intruder..."

"I'm sorry, I don't understand."

Ding ding ding! Arthas was at the front, waving the magic sword in his hand wantonly, letting all kinds of fragments pierce the sea mud in all directions.

This sword can not only easily cut off the weapons of enemies that temporarily enter his ice barrier,

He can also cut off the bones of the Hateful Scaled Fishman easily without any hindrance.

At his feet, besides these weapons that were cut in two,

One after another, undead warriors, some short and some tall, ignited the soul fire in their empty eye sockets.

"You think you can use this little trick against me? How arrogant!"

After all the victims behind him had left and the portal that was used to receive them had closed automatically, Arthas used a sword to break the protective barrier he had set up.

The next moment, the surging sea water, without any obstruction, roared towards him.

In just a moment, the sea covered him and all the undead behind him.

In an instant, some fragile undead warriors were completely unable to resist the pressure and were torn apart by the raging sea water.

There were also some undead warriors who were swept away by the waves under the sea and their whereabouts were unknown.

Along with them, washed away, torn and crushed were the bones that were never fully utilized.

However, the remaining undead warriors, like their master, took on the violent power of the ocean.

Pointing his sword diagonally at Zarjila, Arthas did not retreat a single step and said nothing.

"Since he wants to die, then we will make it happen..."

"Anyone who defies the master's will will receive a generous death."

A heavy trident, with a hoarse sound, crushed the Hateful Fish-Scaled Wizard who had spoken.

With his bare, bone-exposed hands, a muscular undead male Naga said, "Those who disobey will die."

The only response to this statement was a huge underwater tornado that pounced towards Arthas like a cheetah.

The female Nagas, led by Zarjira, created this tornado... Empty! The scarlet eyes of a giant beast suddenly opened.

The rune black dragon reached its claws into the soft sea sand, controlling the power of the earth on the seabed, and one dragon blocked the huge tornado.

At the entrance of the slowly rising sea sand castle, the undead naga said: "Attack, for C'Thun!"

"Ahhh! Kill this dead man who blasphemed our compatriots!"

Hearing that name, Zarjila let out another banshee howl, her tone filled with anger.

The invader turned out to be a servant of C'Thun. She...she couldn't accept this result.

"Gulp, waka, gulp, waka!"

Then, the Hate-Scaled Fishmen shouted the Fishman War Cry and wielded their sharp fishman blades to kill the dead who had desecrated the corpses.

Until now, they still have an absolute numerical advantage.

Slowly picking up the bloody trident, the undead Naga said, "Don't even think about harming my lord, you cowardly living one!"

"In this bloody sea, the glory of C'Thun will shine again!"

Accompanied by the glory of C'Thun, the undead warriors took up their weapons and fearlessly killed the living in front of them.

"Guwakaka, lulugukakaka!"