funbook-pk Chapter 143 My brothers, gather around me
Chapter 143 My brothers, gather around me
"In the name of the Burning Legion! Reap the lives of these mortals, drink their blood, and bring them destruction and death!"
"Servants of the Scourge! Follow the call of your master, slaughter the living before you, and show them the terrible power of death!"
"For Azeroth! For the Alliance! Brothers and sisters! Follow me!"
Without further ado, Arthas spread his golden wings of holy light, clenched the sword of rice, rode on the Invincible who stepped on the holy and fiery light, and rushed into the enemy camp with a courageous momentum.
"For Lordaeron!"
"For Ironforge!"
"For Kul Tiras!"
"For Dalaran!"
"For Stormwind!"
"For Quel'Thalas!"
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Thus, on the frozen throne where the cold wind was howling, the battle between good and evil officially began.
First, the first group of enemies in front of the Alliance vanguard Arthas were the undead spider army led by Anub'arak.
“By the Light! Accept your fate, Anub'arak.”
"Arrogant human, have a taste of our Nerub..."
"Warriors of Nerub! Look what I have in my hands!"
"In the name of Holy Light! Please tell me loudly! What are we fighting for!"
"Who are our enemies! We are born free! We are no one's servants!"
"Tell me! Am I right?"
At the moment when Arthas and Anub'arak were fighting, Arthas took out a staff.
He held it high and pointed it toward the followers of Nerub in front of him, asking loudly why they were fighting.
For a moment, Arthas, with holy light surging all over his body again, let his loud voice resound throughout the battlefield and break through the sky.
After all, Arthas had heard that a spider demon called himself Nerub, so how could he not take out the staff that represented his authority as the Pope!
Although Arthas wanted to do so, he was unable to resist the King of Nerub, Anub'arak, who gave Arthas such a good opportunity.
Seizing the rare opportunity in front of you should be a passive talent that every future or present leader has in the ever-changing battlefield.
"We have fought for Nerub all our lives! For peace and justice!"
"Our enemies are the Scourge and the Burning Legion! Let us destroy the Nerubian invaders!"
Anub'arak, completely unable to control himself, turned around, pointed his hands at the undead and demons, and shouted passionately.
"Brothers and sisters of Nerub! Obey the orders of His Holiness the Pope!"
"Follow me! Crush our real enemy, for Nerub!"
"In the name of Nerub! Kill all those demons and scourges!"
In the game between good and evil, the vanguard of the evil side becomes the enemy's vanguard, and one's own rear army becomes the vanguard.
On the other hand, the alliance representing justice, whose warriors were already ready to die, rushed forward even faster in the face of such a situation.
The main force of the enemy's undead army has mutinied. If we don't speed up immediately, we may not even have any soup to drink.
This was what most of them thought of. The few others, seeing their brothers and sisters going up, felt that they could not fall behind, so they also shouted slogans and charged forward.
At this time, Jaina, who was following the main force, gently wiped the non-existent sweat from her forehead.
To be honest, it is true that the Frozen Throne has been expanded.
However, including the air forces of both sides, there were only a few thousand people fighting on the battlefield, and she felt that there were too many monks and not enough meat.
"For the Nerub! For Azeroth!"
In the blink of an eye, Arthas, who was leading the Nerubian army to counterattack, stroked the sword of the Power of Menethil.
The hilt of the sword "Power of Menethil" was seen to extend nearly two meters, and the sword body shrank and expanded, turning into a halberd head that shone with cold light.
"I, Arthas Menethil, am invincible in the world, with one man, one horse, and one halberd!"
"Holy Light! Grant me infinite power! Who among the evil enemies in the world can stop me!"
As if possessed by Bug, Arthas shouted several times, gathered brighter holy light power, and danced with the rice halberd (in the form of Fang Tian Huaji).
In an instant, six unlucky demon imps and a charming and enchanting succubus were swept away.
In less than a breath, Arthas waved a circle of thick holy light power, sending them to the twisting void for free.
They have no women in their hearts, they are natural gods dancing with halberds, they are too weak to deserve to have their souls sucked by Frostmourne.
Because of Arthas's arrogance, he believed that souls who wanted to enter the Frostmourne cage must be of high standards.
Only souls of high quality, high quality, scarcity, out-of-print, etc. are worthy of entering Frostmourne.
In addition, there is another problem: what if Frostmourne's lethality is too high and becomes more fragile? Arthas is very afraid of that situation.
Although there was a sword spirit to increase the defense of the weapon, he always felt that something might go wrong.
Tongzi is sometimes quite unreliable, because Arthas has not yet become invincible in all of Azeroth.
And it's really scary when old Fordring jumps and slashes Frostmourne.
If something goes wrong inadvertently during the battle, Arthas won't even have time to regret it!
"Arthas, let me stop you."
"Mal'Ganis, you've already been taken by me... huh?"
Mal'Ganis suddenly attacked and chopped Arthas away with a sword and knocked Invincible away with a punch.
"As a Nathrezim, Arthas, I cannot make the mistake a second time."
"So you are here just to die? Mal'Ganis, do you really think I am afraid of you?"
"Aren't you a legend? Who isn't a legend nowadays? Take my holy sword energy."
With a halberd, Arthas stabbed a butcher next door, used the force to stop, and turned the halberd into a sword.
A sword flashed as fast as a meteor, carrying dazzling holy light and slashing towards Mal'Ganis' neck.
However, Mal'Ganis closed his eyes slightly, swung his sword to block the attack, and counterattacked with three consecutive sword strikes.
Clang! With the sound of two swords clashing, a fierce collision of holy light and fel energy was brought about. The one-on-one glorious duel that Mal'Ganis had been expecting began.
"Dreadlord, please take a good look and see if we will take action."
"You dare to slander my brother, Nathrezim? Can you take my full force?"
A Nathrezim was sandwiched between two paladins on both sides. Balnazzar held up a shield to barely block the two's hammer attacks.
"Saidan, as a paladin, how can you use your numbers to bully the few?"
"And you, Gavinrad. Shouldn't we duel one-on-one?"
"Don't try to deceive us, you cunning devil."
Hearing Balnazar's words, Gavinrad wanted to be fair, but suddenly he thought of something and shouted.
"As Arthas said, it's a waste of time to reason with you ungrateful demons."
"What Saidan and I did was not wrong. You will pay the price, demon!"
As Gavinrad strengthened his inner belief, a force of holy light suddenly emerged from within his body.
At this moment, the hammer in Gavinrad's hand flashed a stronger holy light, causing Balnazzar's shield to begin to break.
"The great Holy Light responded to us. The Holy Light proved that we were not wrong."
"In that case, I will show no mercy, devil. Your death is coming."
"Did you see that? The power of Holy Light in me is rising!"
"Stop talking nonsense, Gavinrad. Our actions are just. Come with me and kill him."
Like Gavinrad, Saidan saw his brother becoming stronger in an instant, and he also strengthened his faith and called upon stronger holy light power.
The shield that Balnazzar had worked so hard to hold up was shattered by the two paladins whose strength was temporarily enhanced.
So, are the two hammers with burning holy light going to kill Balnazzar?
"You are too impulsive, Balnazar. I asked you to stay back. Don't you understand what I said?"
"Tichondrius, I..."
"Go back, my brother, leave this to me."
It turned out that Tichondrius knocked Daelin, Uther and Tirion away with three punches, then flashed over and caught the hammers of Saidan and Gavinrad.
He stepped on the ice with his feet, breaking it, and with a roar, he pushed hard, throwing the two paladins onto the other three people who were lying on the ground and had just stood up.
"Varimathras, to avenge Tiffin, I will make you pay with blood!"
Varian, contrary to his usual behavior, held the twin swords, Sarathor and Eremene, and released all the rage in his heart.
Each sword pointed directly at the vital points of Varimathras' body, worthy of being a warrior trained by Anduin Lothar himself.
As for the twin swords in his hands, they were of course a gift from a Dalaran mage who was standing in the rear to prevent the enemy from escaping.
During her past travels, she discovered what weapon Varian would hold in the future... so she gave it to him in advance.
After all, choosing a good owner for a weapon is not an easy task.
What she didn't expect was that Varian, who had not yet suffered the suffering woven by Onyxia, would be so brave that Varimathras could only defend himself.
"Mortal, I don't have any..."
"Shut up, devil. If you hadn't murdered Queen Tiffin, we in Stormwind wouldn't have..."
"Woman, you succeeded in angering me! Perhaps..."
It was a beautiful black-haired human countess who swung a fireball, accurately hitting Varimathras' left cheek, angering the demon.
"Please rest assured, Lady Katrana Prestor, I, Bolvar, will ensure the safety of Varian and you."
With a charging shield strike, Varimathras, who was trying to harm the pillar of Stormwind City, was knocked away.
The gentlemanly Bolvar protected Katrana behind him and stabbed a cunning imp to death.
"Devil! Give me your life!"
"Human King, you are simply a lunatic!"
"How can you believe what others say so much? You are really..."
"Without Count Katrana, Stormwind would have long been... Why am I telling you all this? Today, if it weren't for you..."
"I've had enough of you, Varian. I'm going to show you what I'm really capable of."
While Varian and Varimathras were fighting fiercely, Kael'thas, Rhonin, and Vereesa were fighting Diceroc.
Weapon Collector Kael'thas holds a Phase Barrier shield in his left hand, a Warp Reaper one-handed sword in his right hand, and three flaming orbs surround his head.
As a tank, he blocked the attacks of the fat Nathrezim and the demon guards in front of him, fighting back and forth, and occasionally casting a few fire spells to roast the demon pigs in front of him.
As for the couple who temporarily obtained new weapons, the Spirit String Longbow and the Cosmic Infuser, they were having a great time attacking in the rear.
"Elf, your swordsmanship and fire magic are indeed good, but you alone cannot defeat Diselok."
"Devil, if you weren't so fat, you would have..."
"You damn sissy elf, you are neither man nor woman..."
"Bullshit! I'm a man!"
Kael'thas, who hated being called a sissy the most, burst out with unparalleled power in anger.
Suddenly, a sword with a flame more than three meters long, roaring with the endless anger of its owner, chopped Diselok and the two demon guards behind him away.
The next second, a loud phantom of a fire phoenix spread its wings and pounced on Diselok with extremely hot flames.
The rage of Prince Quel'Thalas also burned many demons.
Most of the demons didn't even scream before they turned into black charcoal and their souls returned to the twisting void to queue up.
"Mal'Ganis, it looks like you are doomed to fail."
"Arthas, we are just..."
"My brothers, gather around me. The time for the final battle has come."
Following Tichondrius's orders, the three Nathrezim quickly broke away from their opponents and came to Tichondrius and Balnazzar.
"Feel the true power of the Burning Legion, mortal."
The moment Tichondrius shouted this, Arthas turned his head and looked at Jaina.
His puzzled look seemed to be saying, are you mages just slacking off? How can the enemy have time to do something big?
In response, Jaina glared at Arthas angrily and spread her hands.
Are you an idiot? Arthas, they would have succeeded without us.
It has been delayed until now, and it’s obviously all your fault. We have all tried our best.
Brother Kel'Thuzad, Master Antonidas and I... have been working hard to maintain...
"Face the mighty warriors of our Burning Legion, the power of the fel mecha Saturu!"
A gigantic magical mecha strode out of the demon gate opened by five Nathrezim.
Looking at the Skull of Gul'dan in his hand, Tichondrius showed a happy smile with a look of satisfaction on his face.
"Saturu! I'm going to crush you!"