"Feelings" are a kind of psychological response of intelligent beings to external stimuli, and feelings are like a double-edged sword, sometimes bringing luck to people, and sometimes making people unlucky.

Therefore, people who have feelings are in an unstable state, they are sometimes affected by the emotion of fear, and their hearts are cowardly, and sometimes they are blessed by the faith of courage and fearless, just like the Silver Hand Paladins at this time.

"For Lordaeron!"

The paladins of the Knights of the Silver Hand shouted loudly, venting their blood on these emotionless low-level undead skeletons, crushing the undead army.

The outcome of the battle is a foregone conclusion at this point, and the Knights of the Silver Hand will undoubtedly win the battle, but... That's not enough!

The young Prince of Alsace was also affected by an emotion at this time, and this emotion was called anger!

"My father, my homeland, my people, everything is the fault of you abominable undead! I want you monsters that shouldn't exist to disappear from this world forever!"

Arthas was alone in the woods on the edge of the battlefield, and although his heart was filled with burning rage, it didn't make him lose his mind.

Arthas was calm, and his goal was clear, he knew that behind an army of low-level undead there would inevitably be a high-level undead in control.

If you don't eliminate those high-level undead masters, the loss of a little skeleton soldier is insignificant to the undead forces, and those guys will often hide near the battlefield like this.

Arthas knew that it would not be difficult to find them as long as he felt them with his heart.

"Found it. ”

Arthas was centered on himself, releasing faint particles of light outward, and he immediately noticed that there was a place in the forest that was like a boulder in a torrent, blocking the spread of particles of light.

It was undoubtedly the hiding place of the undead manipulators, and as soon as Arthas had made up his mind, he went into action, the wind at his feet, his hands clenched at the hammer, and the shadows of the trees quickly receding in his sight.

And it all happened between the lightning and flint, and as the trunk of the last giant tree crossed his line of sight, Arthas burst out with all his strength the moment he saw his target!

The young Prince Lordaeron leaped to his feet, and the golden wings of light slammed behind him as he leaped, causing his speed to skyrocket, and the enemy's bony body approached quickly in his sight.

"Hah!" the fury was unleashed like a volcanic eruption in this shout, and the delicate silver warhammer slammed into the front of the bone-white body's chest, and then pierced through the back of the chest.

Bone chips flew and Arthas finally saw what was going on around him, and with all his might, he shattered a gigantic skeleton that had two more heads, protecting a lich!

"This is really an unexpected harvest..."

A thunderbolt of holy light blocked the lich's mouth, and Arthas did not hesitate to attack at all, and the anger that erupted in his heart was uncontrollable, so that he didn't care about the situation of the enemy at all, and only thought about hammering it.

Before the thunderbolt of light could be launched, Arthas had already charged the lich with his hammer.

Naturally, the two skeleton giants came to stop them, swinging two huge bone sticks, sweeping left and right and smashing at the young Prince Lordaeron.

Arthas's-for-tat fighting style suddenly made Arthas in danger, and the oncoming white bone stick was about to stick to Arthas's face almost instantly, and a white and red flower bloomed on his head.

However, Arthas seemed to have expected this, and he suddenly leaned over and slid the tackle, narrowly dodging the two sweeping sticks.

Arthas's face trembled with the wind on the bone stick, but Arthas still dodged the terrible attack with an unchanging face, and the next moment he immediately changed his movements and straightened up, and continued to charge towards the lich.

The lich in sight was condensing some kind of spell, and Arthas immediately realized that he had only one chance, and life and death were at stake!

"Holy Light Technique!"

The young Prince Lordaeron roared as he was ten steps away from the lich, only to see a condensed and dazzling light descend from the sky, instantly enveloping the lich who was casting a spell.

The light that could wipe out the wounded warrior's wounds was to the lich like the sun melted snow, sending clouds of white smoke out of his bony body.

A shrill and scalp-tinging scream came from the lich's mouth, a full reflection of its pain.

Despite this, Arthas noticed that the magic that coalesced between the lich's two bony claws had not dissipated, and it was clear that the lich knew that the key to the battle was in this moment of time.

"You're going to die, I'm going to die, no! You're going to eat me first!"

Arthas's charge never stopped the moment he cast the Light Spell, and he could feel that the Lich's Necromancy would be completed in the next instant, but before that, the Lich would have to have to die before he could cast the spell!

The heavy Thorsilver warhammer roared away, landing on the lich's hideous skeletal face.

Arthas intends to directly shatter the lich's soul core with a single blow, making it lose its combat effectiveness in an instant, and the condensed spell will naturally be self-defeating.

The outcome of the battle would be decided in an instant, but at that moment, a sickening shrill laugh suddenly entered Arthas's ears.

"Boom!"

Arthas watched as a dark barrier enveloped the lich's body, and he took advantage of it to block his Thorsilver hammer.

"Boom!" the dull thud of the hammer echoed through the forest, followed by the lich's triumphant triumphant speech.

"Haha, Prince Arthas, don't worry, I, Les Frost, promise you that you will be like your father and become a great Scourge warrior!"

"Scourge warriors, I..."

As soon as the lich finished speaking, the evil dark magic had wrapped around Arthas's body, and a roar of remorse was heard.

"No! you evil monsters will pay for it!"

It turned out that Uther had been secretly following Arthas, but he was obviously not a successful protector, or the form of the battle changed too quickly, and he didn't have time to make a move, and the reckless Arthas went deep alone, putting himself in danger.

"Ah, it's the Lightbringer, I think you're too late. ”

The lich spun around and swung a dark shield to stop the whizzing Hammer of Light, while he ordered the remaining giant skeletons to hold Uther back, while he himself prepared to leave the place with Arthas's unexpected "catch".

However, the form of the battle changes rapidly, and the lich, who thinks he has the chance to win, reveals a flaw in this final moment, a flaw that should not appear if he does not let up.

He turned his back to the people he shouldn't have faced.

"Holy healing. ”

An inaudible whisper came into the ears of Les Frost who no longer existed, but the voice could still be heard.

The lich turned to look, and saw a metal plane of Thorsey silver rapidly approaching from above, and it was not surprising that it was Arthas's Thorsilver hammer face.

Time began to slow down at the last moment of the lich's life, and Les Frostwhisper finally saw it, and he saw the hideous-looking Prince of Arthas gritting his teeth, and the corrosion and regeneration of his body were going on at the same time, and Les was sure that the pain was unbearable.

"But why is this mortal able to endure it?"

This doubt was shattered in the head of Les Frostwhisper's lich by the weight of the silver hammer, and Lace Frostwhisper, who had turned into an undead and lost most of his feelings, might never understand.

The reason for its failure is actually only a little, very simple.

He angered people who shouldn't be angered.