The Prince of Lordaeron bravely enters Azeroth

I have already prepared countless means. Even if you are Arthas, what does it matter?

My plan, Saidan Dathrohan, is flawless!

It is impossible to resurrect an old acquaintance. I know the dead best.

The Shadow Realm today is so lacking in anima.

They are not gods, so how could they have a ticket to resurrection?

Your plan has already revealed flaws, which can be seen with a brief review.

I was just trying to determine who did it? I didn't expect it to be you, Arthas Menethil.

It's definitely not the case that your breath is almost the same as that of the living. I am very suspicious, so I made so many preparations.

Ignoring the sword at his neck, Saidan Dathrohan smiled at Arthas.

There was continuous applause for the clown in front of them.

"So you are my prince! I'm sorry, I just didn't expect you to embrace the Holy Light."

"It would be great if Uther were still alive!"

"Don't you understand what I'm saying, Balnazzar?"

"You can remain so calm under such circumstances. You are indeed an elite member of the Nathrezim clan."

Arthas could only give Balnazzar slight praise for his on-the-spot performance.

"Since you are so calm and collected, are you sure you can escape or wipe us out?"

"My prince, you can regain the favor of the Holy Light."

"Then, I, Saidan Dasohan, still have a small chance of success in doing these things."

Saidan Dathrohan gently pushed the power of Menethil and bowed.

Even if his whole body was bound by chains, it still couldn't stop him.

I could push away the sword so easily, and the chains on my body moved with my will.

Arthas and Demetria, I'm sure you already know the outcome.

"Your Highness, the most beloved prince in the hearts of the people of Lordaeron, the former and future king."

"I suppose you are still so merciful. My men are also your subjects. Can you have the heart to kill them?"

"If you must kill me, I don't mind letting you relive your lost youth."

Saidan Dasohan became more and more excited as he spoke. He gradually stood up, raised his hands high, and spoke of his plan in a passionate voice.

Ten seconds later, he saw that Balnazar stopped talking and was looking at him with a smile on his face.

Arthas and Demetria looked at each other and understood what was in each other's eyes.

At this moment, Banazar was tied up like a dumpling.

The chains extended sharp spikes, cruelly piercing his body.

Immediately afterwards, rays of holy light pierced through his body mercilessly.

Oryx Rivendell, who was kneeling on the ground with his hands tied, felt something was wrong.

You don't take your subordinates' lives seriously? Who will work for you if you do this?

You still want me to surrender? Go ahead and dream!

"Oh! I didn't expect you to be so ruthless."

"Well, it's my turn then."

Feeling the tremendous pain coming from all parts of his body, Saidan Dasohan endured the severe pain and sneered.

It's just a fragile human body, I can still bear it.

Next, can you handle my move?

"Well, Balnazzar, this plan of yours has failed, see."

Along with Demetria's cold voice, an image appeared out of thin air in her hands.

In the picture, the green life potions on the waists of the brought Scarlet Crusaders exploded one after another.

A green gas emerged and quickly penetrated into the bodies of the nearby Scarlet Crusade soldiers.

Then, bursts of explosion sounds were heard from the bodies of these Bloody Crusaders.

While they were still wondering what was happening, the liquid in their bodies caused by Balnazar's secret move turned into a ball of dark gas and was expelled from their bodies.

As soon as these black gases appeared, they flew towards Saidan Dasohan.

Before Saidan Dasohan could receive it, green gas followed and condensed into a mirror in front of the surrounding Scarlet Crusaders.

Inside, the figure of the Grand Crusader Saidan Dathrohan, who was tortured beyond recognition, appeared in their field of vision.

Who can defeat our invincible Grand Crusader?

I remember that face. It was that demon, Arthas Menethil.

Without waiting for the Scarlet Crusade to react, the holy light and arcane magic in the mirror hurt Saidan Dathrohan's body.

They transformed into balls of light and rushed into the old man's body through the wound.

The elderly Saidan Dasohan could no longer bear it and kept wailing in pain.

Being constantly impacted by these two different energies will not only cause physical pain, but will also cause spiritual baptism.

Because one's own values ​​and outlook are inconsistent with the will attached to the energy, one will feel a tearing pain in the spirit.

It would be fine if he was just eliminated, but he was hanging on to his death, unable to die.

Who could endure experiencing the pain of various severe tortures while awake?

Perhaps only those with indomitable will and those who are willing to sacrifice everything for their ideals.

Only those who remain calm and sober at all times can endure that kind of mental and physical pain.

Otherwise, there wouldn't be so many people who are tempted by the so-called good things of various cults and go down the path of depravity.

"Warriors of the Scarlet Crusade, take a good look at who your leader really is."

Saidan Dathrohan, who was wailing in pain, gradually revealed his true form under the influence of holy light and arcane magic.

The demon Balnazzar, disguised as Saidan Dathrohan, was completely exposed to the sun.

"No, I haven't lost yet. If I die, I will drag you down with me."

With a slap, Arthas gathered his strength and gave Balnazzar a loud slap in the face.

"Just relying on those fel bombs down there? You underestimate us."

"Without absolute certainty and without checking the nearby dangers, will we be so stubborn as to deal with you? It's just a joke!"

The left side of Balnazzar's face collapsed after being slapped by Arthas, which was filled with the power of holy light.

I still have plans, what can you do to me? Thinking of this, Balnazar snorted disdainfully.

Before Balnazar could speak, his right face was hit hard.

That’s right, Demetria on the side couldn’t stand it anymore and punched hard.

Still pretending! Playing teleportation magic in front of me is really like showing off your skills in front of an expert.

Even with only one eye, I can see the slightest movement of magic around you.

"Are you still planning to run away? Do you think you can get away from me?"

"You're still planning to activate the stand-in in the church, right? I've already dismantled it, you know?"

"You think what I said is false? Yo, you still want to commit suicide? You deserve to be beaten. Don't even think about resurrecting in the twisting void, demon."

……

Under the double blow of Demetria's unparalleled iron fist and his plan being seen through, Balnazzar was left with only one breath left.

In my dying moments, am I, Balnazzar, finally going to leave this damn world?

All of his plans had been seen through. These mortals in front of him were too cunning.

I'm just an ordinary dreadlord. Do you really want to bully me like this?

If you had told me earlier, I would have raised the white flag and surrendered immediately.

It’s not impossible to learn from my brother Varimathras.

Arthas, I believe your heart can accommodate me. It's not that I can't become a capable man in your hands.

Unfortunately, now we are complete enemies.

As long as I die this time, I can queue up for resurrection in the twisting void.

It can be said that the sky is high and the birds can fly freely, and the sea is wide and the fish can jump freely!

Kill me now! Demetria, I will thank you in the future!

As the saying goes, the authorities are confused, but those who watch are clear.

When Arthas saw that the demon in front of him was almost gone, he quickly asked Demetria to stop.

He took out some potion and used it to heal the Nathrezim in front of him.

Your brother Mal'Ganis needs you. Stay alive, Balnazzar.

Balnazar, let me show you my big baby, give you a scare, hehehe.

After hanging Balnazzar's life, Arthas took out something that shocked and frightened everyone present.

This is a long sword that is about three feet seven and a half inches long and one foot wide.

The sword glowed with a deep ice-blue light, and the cold aura it gave off made people tremble with fear, with a chill that bit their bones.

The hilt of the sword is engraved with a very ferocious demon head, like a tiger, staring at its prey silently and fiercely.

The runes engraved on the sword are a ruthless warning to all who gaze upon the sword: power lies here, and despair lies here.

The sharp blade kills the life, the power hurts the soul.

"My patience is running out. Prepare to meet your grievous end, Balnazzar."