The Prince of Lordaeron bravely enters Azeroth

Chapter 144: Fight to the Death, Run Away

This green and black behemoth, about fifty-three meters tall and seventeen meters wide, caused waves of sound that shook the heavens and the earth just by taking one step out of the portal that summoned it.

Thanks to the spells cast by the mage troops, the Alliance's warriors were able to stand firmly on the Frozen Throne battlefield and not be swept away by the sound waves.

As for the evil enemies on the opposite side, some unlucky undead and demons fell off the cliff and were pierced to death by the ice spikes below.

It is obvious at a glance that the dark and evil side believes in the law of the jungle.

In their eyes, only the strong are worthy of the right to continue fighting or even to survive.

The weak have almost no basic survival guarantees, and they work hard and all they get in the end is a "glorious" sacrifice.

Well…if you want to analyze both sides in depth…it’s better to analyze the specific situation.

What do you insist on? Where do you stand? What do you need to solve on the ground?

Everyone has their own dreams, everyone has their own concerns, and everyone has their own problems.

Who knows? Is it passive... or active... As the saying goes, Mo...

"Mortal! Saturu wants..."

"Ha! No matter how big you are, you are still useless. In the name of Holy Light, I will smash you!"

"For the Alliance!"

As if they had a telepathic connection with Arthas, Varian and his brother jumped up and stabbed the head of the fel mecha in front of them with their swords.

As a warrior, you should be fearless, and it is always a good idea to strike with a sword first when encountering something.

"I'm so happy that Saturu defeated the arrogant mortal."

"Why am I the one who suffers..."

"Arthas, my brother, may the Holy Light bless you."

"Monster! I want revenge for Arthas!"

With one punch, Satulu knocked the golden paladin with spread wings away. There was no other way, because among the warriors who jumped up, he was the brightest and the easiest to aim at.

Because of Arthas's tragic experience, the Four Silver Saints and others who wanted to follow him took a step back.

Above the Frozen Throne, Arthas, with a mouthful of blood spurting out and countless snowflakes dyed red, walked through the portal opened by his wife and lay peacefully in Jaina's arms.

"Dear Jaina, I... I can't hold on any longer... quickly..."

"We're still playing! Healing team, heal him to death!"

"Child, I think Arthas is a little hurt..."

"Uther, you forgot that Arthas took you over..."

"Holy Light! Arthas, wake up soon. Your people need you."

While Uther was taking the time to heal Arthas, who looked extremely distressed and wanted to cry, Varian, who had gained a lot of benefits, had already stabbed his two swords into Saturu's head.

Fel energy, flowing like blood, dripped from the wound caused by Varian. The green fel energy found the flaw in the mecha at this moment and wanted to spray out from the wound, sucking out life and creating chaos.

It's all because of the good materials of Elemane and Sarator! They are perfect tools for plugging holes.

Arthas’ sacrifice was not in vain. It was indeed miserable that he vomited blood, but the magic mecha Saturu was even more miserable. He only appeared on the stage for a few minutes before he supported himself on the ground with his fists. He barely did not fall down completely.

Varian stood firmly on his feet, holding his swords tightly above the head of Saturu who was spewing out fel energy.

After thrusting down with all his strength, he instantly drew out his two swords, rolled gracefully, and passed through the portal that had just been opened by the enthusiastic Lady Proudmoore.

After leaving two long sword marks on the ice, he steadied his body, drew out his twin swords, and stared at the enemy in front of him with eyes as sharp as an eagle, without saying a word.

“Why…for what reason…uhhhhhh!”

Satulu, who was still barely lying down, had his head exploded. He had no strength to support his heavy body and fell to the ground completely.

Even if the huge magic mecha is gone, it will smash countless ice cubes and perish with itself. It is too cruel.

The larger the size of this magical mecha, the more clumsy it generally is.

From the time he opened the door and walked out to the time he died with a desperate whimper, it took only three minutes for the magic mecha Satulu to end his sinful life full of killing and blood.

However, Satur's defeat is only part of the battle on the Frozen Throne battlefield.

The defenses of the remaining demons and undead were gradually being pushed back and broken by the Alliance's warriors, and they continued to advance into the enemy's rear.

"Anub'arak, submit to me. I am the Lich King, your master."

"No, Ner'zhul, we free nerubians have no master."

"With your Majesty's guidance, we have nothing to fear. You can no longer control me and my people!"

As Ner'zhul struggled to resist Anub'arak's furious attack, his heart was filled with bitterness. Why?

The undead spider demon in front of him could resist his control with just the scepter in the hand of the water element.

Lord Zoval had clearly said that no dead person could resist the power of control. If it was used to its full potential, even the living would be...

"My brothers and sisters, lend me some of your strength!"

"For the people of Azjol-Nerub! Please give me strength."

In an instant, Anub'arak, looking at the scepter in front of him, awakened the power of the Holy Light and completed the Lightforging Ceremony on his own.

"What's going on? Anub'arak, you... can't be."

"Nothing is impossible, Ner'zhul. The people of Nerubi are with me, and I fight only for them."

"Why? Why on earth! I am suffering from the same torture of the devil as you."

"At that time, I prayed to the Holy Light before. Why would it favor a traitor king like you?"

"Ner'zhul, you have forgotten your original intention and your dream."

Anub'arak, with the blade of holy light condensed, used all his strength to block several attacks from Ner'zhul.

Solid holy light spread over Anub'arak's hands, and for a moment he was in a fierce battle with Ner'zhul, who had taken out a rune sword from nowhere.

"Original intention? Dream? They are nothing but illusions. Only the real power in your own hands is real..."

"Ner'zhul, I once had the same idea as you."

"But what was my fate when I was alive? I succumbed to a stronger force and became a traitor..."

"You are lying! Anub'arak."

"If it weren't for the illusory holy light that responded to you and that damn scepter, you would have sworn allegiance to me again."

Gently erasing the memories that emerged in his heart, Ner'zhul decided not to hold back and to kill the traitor in front of him with his own hands.

When his sharp blade ends its life again, he uses the power of death to revive it again.

By then, Anub'arak would sooner or later realize that he, Ner'zhul, was still the sole master of the Crypt Lords.

"It seems that you still don't understand that the power from the human heart, this light of kindness and hope, will defeat you."

"Arrogant Anub'arak, I have had enough of you. The so-called holy light is nothing but the hypocritical voice of the Naaru."

"My power comes from the people of Nerub, not the Naaru you mentioned. I have no idea who they are."

"I only feel pity for you, Ner'zhul. In the end, you are just a puppet manipulated by a stronger one."

Noticing the pitiful and regretful look in Anub'arak's spider eyes and feeling the hopeful light on the other side of the rune sword, Ner'zhul fell silent.

Without gathering any more strength, he pushed Anub'arak back with one powerful strike of his sword. Then, Ner'zhul swung a few crescent-shaped black sword energies of death to force him back again.

No one knew what Ner'zhul was thinking. He rubbed the sword with his two fingers, causing the rune sword to emit a dark light of death.

He squandered a quarter of his strength and slashed at Anub'arak's head with his sword, preparing to cut the spider lord in front of him into two pieces with one sword.

"Orc, your wish will not come true. You cannot harm the Chosen Ones of Holy Light."

"Undead, your hands are stained with the blood of countless innocent people. The Holy Light believes that you are unforgivable."

"The dead should go back to where they belong, create death and chaos in the world of the living, and face the punishment of the Holy Light!"

"Troll, no matter in the past or in the future, you will never harm my people. The Holy Light has sentenced you to death."

The Four Silver Saints came on the holy light and easily blocked Ner'zhul's furious blow with four glowing hammers.

They follow the teachings of Faol and cannot tolerate evil within their sight. They will not remain indifferent when the brothers of Holy Light are killed.

Even though Anub'arak is not a human, the spider demon who can spontaneously summon his own holy light will definitely be able to contribute his strength to the just cause of Azeroth.

In fact, the demons and undead were almost destroyed. After the four of them purified their opponents, they happened to see Ner'zhul suppressing Anub'arak.

Unable to bear the urge to do anything, out of the moral duty of a Paladin, he called upon the Holy Light to support Anub'arak.

Unexpectedly, a green light flashed, and in an instant, Ner'zhul disappeared from the sight of the four paladins.

"The time has come, Ner'zhul. We must go."

"Yes, Lord Tichondrius."

When Ner'zhul, who was teleported back by Mal'Ganis, heard Tichondrius' words, a stiff smile appeared on his already lifeless face.

"Well... my brothers, do you remember our previous plan?"

"Tichondrius, we are not sleepy when you say this."

"I have wanted to do that for a long time, our leader."

Varimathras, whose injuries had recovered, suddenly stood up and spoke excitedly.

"Yes, plans are not as good as changes. Our previous series of preparations have all failed."

After activating Ner'zhul's backup plan, Balnazzar laughed, patted Deserok on the shoulder and said, "Let's take action, my good brother, Deserok."

"Hahaha, I'm happy to help with this kind of thing."

"That's enough, my brothers, complete our plan as quickly as possible."

"As you command, our leader."

I saw Deseroc slowly walking towards Ner'zhul, whose body was pierced by fel chains and unable to resist.

"Lord Diseloc, what do you want to do?"

"My Lord? Don't you understand yet?"

"Forget it, Ner'zhul, you have to believe that we won't harm you. Just enjoy yourself."

"No, according to the plan, you shouldn't..."

"You're talking about the plan we discussed with you, not the plan we discussed with our brothers."

"The losers of the Burning Legion must be punished accordingly."

"Ner'zhul, when you lost Frostmourne, you should have known the outcome of today."

In the blink of an eye, with the help of his brother's fel magic, Desserock easily and fluently took off the Crown of Domination from Ner'zhul's head.

However, Ner'zhul did not leave the troll's body with the Crown of Domination. The five Nathrezim brothers were so vicious that they did not care about the life or death of the diligent old orc.

Under the burning eyes of others, Tichondrius exerted a little force and tore open the space in front of him, opening a dark green circular portal.

With his Nathrezim brothers, he abandoned his "loyal and fearless" subordinates, held the Skull of Gul'dan, and walked into the portal leading to unknown coordinates.

"Jaina, how did you do what you did, letting them get away?"

"Do you think there is a possibility that they would have run away long ago without our intervention?"

"What gave you the courage to question me, Arthas?"

"I am Jaina Proudmoore, I am upright and I admit my mistakes. You said I was slacking off when I was doing my job well!"

"Don't! I just couldn't help it..."

In full view of everyone, the angry Jaina finally couldn't tolerate what Arthas did and froze her man in an instant.

Even if you recovered and killed some enemies just now, you can't block my frost spell. It's the same as last time, Arthas, you won't die if you don't seek death.

At the same time, on the platform of the Frozen Throne, only Ner'zhul was left facing groups of Alliance warriors alone.

"Kill me if you please. I only ask you to give me a quick death."