"Smash, smash, smash, smash!" seemed to be a constant theme on the battlefield, and Arthas struggled to swing a Thursilver warhammer as heavy as a mountain, and bombarded the head of a skeletal giant.

The skull of the skeleton giant shattered, and its body was scattered all over the place, but Arthas thought inexplicably.

"I don't know if it's easier to use a sword than a warhammer. ”

And in the corner of his eye, the golden lightning in Tulayan's incarnation seemed to answer him: "You are right!"

"Whoosh!"

An imminent roar of arrows slashed Arthas's ear, interrupting his death in an instant.

Arthas's face turned cold, and he forcibly squeezed out a little of the power of holy light. Roared angrily, "Exorcism!" shattered the skeletal archer who had attacked him.

"It's so dangerous and tiring!" At this moment, Arthas seemed to understand why the veterans were more or less irascible and vulgar, and he once again rode his horse and hammer to slaughter the army of the undead!

Every bit of the power of holy light that had just been squeezed out was channeled into the body of the war horse under him, and the young prince of Lordaeron subconsciously prayed that his war horse would hold on for a little longer while swinging the hammer.

And his consciousness has been searching, looking for what he believes must be cut off as a "snakehead." ”

"Where would the commander of this army of the undead be, and if it were me, I would be hiding at the back of the army of the undead. ”

Arthas had another sprint, knocking a bunch of ghouls to the ground, and he took advantage of the moment to glance beyond the battlefield at the place where he thought the undead commander was most likely hiding.

The area was obscured by the woods, but anyone who wasn't blind or colorblind should be able to see some kind of strange green glow in the shadows of the forest, and a few low-level skeletons would come out from time to time.

"If there is no necromancer in there, I will give up my position as the crown prince when I go back and let my sister Belle Adam be the queen!"

Arthas muttered a word in his heart, and cried out, "Follow me!" but when he looked back, his heart trembled.

The once mighty cavalry force has lost most of it at this time, and what will happen to those paladins who fell in the tide of the undead Arthas can guess without thinking.

The sorrow flashed in Arthas's mind, and he relentlessly led the rest of the cavalry to the spot he suspected.

There were bumps and bumps along the way, making Arthas suspect that the front armor of the war horse was probably in tatters, and the front hooves of the war horse might break off from it in the next moment, causing him to fall to the ground.

However, fortunately, his good partner persevered, and Arthas was even moved to almost let the war horse under him replace the once "invincible" war horse in his heart, but before that he had more important things to do.

"Left, right, left, jump!"

Riding his horse through the rugged and obstructed forest terrain, Arthas felt like he was committing suicide, but as the glowing green light approached, he couldn't care less about what he didn't have.

"See!

In sight was a team of necromancers hiding in the magic barrier, Arthas did not hesitate to ride his horse and rush forward, and at the moment when the war horse was about to rush through the magic barrier, he picked up the war hammer and swept and bombarded!

The deafening roar of "Dong !!" can simply match the large bronze bell of the royal city of Lordaeron.

Arthas gritted his teeth and gritted his grip on the handle of the hammer, but it felt like he was holding a red-hot iron bar, and the endless concussion made his arms sore to the extreme, and finally the hammer flew out of Arthas's hand helplessly.

"Anyone who intends to destroy the magical barrier by force is a reckless man seeking death. ”

At this moment, Arthas inexplicably recalled a sentence he had heard, and he didn't even remember who said it for a moment.

But that doesn't matter, the important thing is that he'd better stay out of the way now!

"Boom!"

The second roar exploded, and the second paladin who followed behind also slammed his hammer against the magic barrier.

Anyone with a little magic knowledge knows that human power and magic power are not comparable at all, but what can they do if they can't compare? they can only do this when the holy light is exhausted, and this is the last struggle of these mortals!

The second roar, the third, the third, the fourth.

Arthas led the remaining knights of the Silver Hand to achieve a small miracle at this moment, they were on the left and right, without any prior rehearsal, but they tacitly cooperated and tacitly struck their weapons in the same place of the magic barrier in turn.

Under the continuous heavy blows, the magic barrier began to crack, and it looked like it would shatter at any moment.

However, what makes people anxious is that this damn magic barrier, it has always been like this.

Arthas drove his horse around a bend and was ready to kill him with another "return pistol," slashing at the magical barrier with his ornate sword, which he had always used as an ornament.

However, he had just made a round around this corner, but suddenly felt his center of gravity sink, and his vision quickly dropped.

It all happened so quickly that Arthas had only time to raise his hand to protect his face before rolling and flying.

The muffled sound of "knock, knock, knock" seemed to come to his ears from the inside out, and Arthas came back to his senses, and the only feeling was that it hurt all over his body.

In his daze, he seemed to hear the anxious cries of the other knights.

"Your Royal Highness, get out of the way?"

Alsace, dazed, was puzzled.

"What are you hiding?" Arthas turned his head to see dozens of familiar shadows walking on the ground.

"That looks like a horse's hoof?"

Time slows down at the last moment of a man's life, and Arthas doesn't even realize the consequences of those galloping hooves when he sees a horseshoe about to be imprinted on his face.

And at that moment, the only thing he could do was probably close his eyes driven by instinctive fear.

"Bell!

"Huh, what's going on?"

The next moment, a crisp strange voice sounded in front of Arthas's face, and the young prince opened his eyes and saw such a scene.

The horse's hooves stepped only three feet in front of his face, where there seemed to be a transparent shell covering his body, blocking the galloping hooves for him.

At this moment, a crisp, sweet and familiar female voice came into Arthas's ears.

"It's dangerous, Arthas, and I'm glad I wasn't too late this time. ”