Traveling through the game world

The mecha has always been Lian Yang's trump card. Lian Yang has never piloted a mecha in battle before, actually because he originally wanted to keep it as a backup plan to fight Archimonde.

However, plans are just plans. The power of World of Warcraft far exceeded Lian Yang's expectations. He originally thought that the Lich King Ner'zhul was someone he could easily eliminate, but he actually had such a huge trump card as the Ice Giant, which was something Lian Yang had not expected.

So despite his outward disdain for the Lich King Ner'zhul, Lian Yang knew that he was no match for Ner'zhul unless he unleashed his trump card, the mech.

"Human, I must admit, I underestimated you. This battle golem is indeed very strong, but I am the Lich King Ner'zhul!" The voice of the massive ice giant version of the Lich King Ner'zhul came from the Frozen Throne above the giant's head, deep and far-reaching, heavy as rolling thunder.

"Is that so! I am truly honored!" The jet-black, painted mecha was, of course, silent, but Lian Yang's voice still emanated from within: "But today, right today, you must die!"

The Lich King Ner'zhul's voice was very imposing, but Lian Yang's confidence was equally strong. In fact, the mere presence of Lian Yang and the Lich King Ner'zhul's voices was enough to make Anub'rekan, the Crypt Lord, unable to accept it and forced him to retreat from the battlefield.

"Damn it, these two guys are already close to Archimonde and Kijaldan's level!" Varimathras's face was very ugly. To be honest, the Dreadlords were never strong. Yes, they were never at the top.

However, there are very few powerful beings that the Dreadlords truly respect. Even if such a person is far, far stronger than them, it's utterly useless. Clearly, before their power surged, neither Lian Yang nor the Lich King Ner'zhul were truly respected by these Dreadlords who were utterly overwhelmed by their strength. There's no guarantee that the Dreadlords would necessarily respect these two. After all, the Dreadlords have never been the strongest beings, and before this, both Lian Yang and Ner'zhul were far inferior to Archimonde, even weaker than Mannoroth.

"Must I die!" The Lich King Ner'zhul said with a faint smile, "I really should die, but not today!" The Lich King Ner'zhul was the creator of the undead, but he was also once a hero of the orcs. His value lay in truly breaking free from the control of the Burning Legion and even destroying it. Before that, he had reasons not to die.

"Life and death are not decisions that anyone can make for themselves. When Arthas gained control of the Scourge, he already had a reason to die!"

Lian Yang never speaks tactfully, nor does he need to. Everyone's purpose for being there is crystal clear. At this point, there's no need for hypocritical talk about justice or injustice, because it's simply unnecessary.

"You really aren't tactful!" The Lich King Ner'zhul's tone remained calm, almost mocking. "I remember you humans are all so hypocritical, you seem quite different!" The Lich King Ner'zhul said with a hint of regret, "Unfortunately, we are destined to be enemies!"

As soon as the Lich King Ner'zhul finished speaking, he raised his hand and unleashed a dark and cold sword aura that instantly slashed towards Lian Yang's mech. The sharp sword aura and the biting cold wind turned everything in its path into pitch-black ice.

"Why be so hypocritical? You were going to die anyway, so let you die knowing why. That's good!" Facing the Lich King Ner'zhul's sword aura, Lian Yang appeared very calm and composed, simply standing there and watching the Lich King Ner'zhul's sword aura approach.

"What?!".

When the Lich King Ner'zhul's black ice sword energy struck Lian Yang, it was simply blocked by Lian Yang's energy shield with a soft "whoosh" sound, unable to advance an inch.

"It's nothing, I just think I probably need a good close-quarters battle!" Lian Yang's expression was very serious as he looked at the Lich King Ner'zhul and said, "It seems like it's been a while since I've encountered a decent opponent, and you are one of them!"

As soon as Lian Yang finished speaking, the thrusters on the back of his mech suddenly burst out with scorching flames. In the blink of an eye, Lian Yang had already charged towards the Lich King Ner'zhul.

"This is how a battle should be: Mountain Crash!" Just as Lian Yang approached the Lich King Ner'zhul, he suddenly leaped high into the air and unleashed a Mountain Crash.

Mountain Crash Strike isn't exactly a top-tier skill. To put it simply, it's just a very ordinary and basic move. However, true powerhouses rarely use flashy skills because the essence of combat is to kill the enemy.

With a muffled clang, the Lich King Ner'zhul arrived first, raising his hand and slashing with his sword, instantly blasting Lian Yang, who was attacking from mid-air, aside.

"That's quite an unusual fighting style. Your attack method puts me, a warlock, at a disadvantage!" The Lich King Ner'zhul said he was at a disadvantage, but his tone clearly showed that he didn't care much.

Orcs are different from humans. A human mage is a mage, and it's unlikely you'd expect one to have great melee combat abilities. But as an orc shaman, the Lich King Ner'zhul's melee abilities are by no means weak. Before Ner'zhul became the prophet, he still needed to prove his strength through direct combat, so even though melee combat wasn't a common fighting style, he still used it.

"Roar!" The Lich King Ner'zhul suddenly let out a beast-like roar, gripping the massive Frostmourne in both hands. He took a large step forward and swung his sword at Lian Yang, who was still unsteady on his feet. The Lich King Ner'zhul's sword technique was simple, but it was full of momentum and seemed unstoppable.

"What a fine sword!" Although Lian Yang was still unsteady on his feet, his attack was anything but hesitant. The mech's thrusters slammed into him, and he swiftly swung his sword back, striking the Lich King Ner'zhul's blade with lightning speed.

With a sharp "clang!" sound, Lian Yang executed a triple slash, dodging to the side. He chuckled and looked at the Lich King Ner'zhul, saying, "I didn't expect your swordsmanship, you shaman, to be so good!"