Diego's hands shuddered, and he aimed at the muzzle of a forsaken man, knocking an abomination shot from behind him to the ground.

He let out a surprised exclamation, then turned to look behind him, and although the voice did not reach his ears, but directly in his thoughts, it was almost instinctive, and Diego judged that the owner of the voice was behind him.

But there was nothing in his sight, except for the great pale crystal.

"You guessed it, human. Come to me! The female voice rang out again.

Diego picked up his gun and walked towards the crystal. Without his firepower, Masrae's men felt a lot of pressure, but they could at least hold on for a while.

"Maybe it's an opportunity." He thought to himself. Yes, the situation is bad enough, how much worse can it be?

He approached the crystal, only to realize that it was not a crystal, but a whole block of ice. The huge icicle exuded a biting chill, and the surface of the ice shimmered with a faint sheen. Through its surface, Diego saw the slender figure solidified inside, the Banshee King, the former High Elf Ranger, Sylvanas!

Diego understood at once. Apparently, the Queen was defeated in the Dreadlord's rebellion, and she was imprisoned in this icy prison, just like the first Lich King, Neozu, who was once imprisoned in the Frozen Throne. This strange ice gathered from the depths of the Twisted Void is harder than diamonds, and is often used by the Dreadlords to imprison and torture souls who are unwilling to give in.

Diego knew immediately what he had to do. Obviously, the queen could not break the huge ice from the inside by herself, and although her death power or ghost energy was powerful, she could not do anything with the chaotic evil energy contained in the ice block, because the two were almost the same origin, and they were equally full of evil and filth. In fact. That's why the demons left this ice standing here alone, and didn't send anyone to watch over it, and in the Undercity, no Forsaken could break it.

"Yes. Human, smash it. The queen knew what he was thinking from the look in his eyes. Said approvingly.

Diego raised the muzzle of his gun, and then loaded the bayonet on it. In many cases, bayonets tend to be better at sustaining power than bullets.

"Are you sure your body won't crumble along with the ice?" Diego finally asked.

"I'm the Banshee King, and this body just reminds me more of the good old days, not necessary." The queen said coldly.

Diego didn't speak again, but began to condense the power of the Holy Light in his body. Like a stream of mercury, the power of the Light rose from within him and ran along his arm. Follow the body of the death-staring spear towards the tip of the bayonet.

When Diego thought that the condensed force was strong enough, he let out a loud cry and stabbed hard at the ice. The tip of the blade shone like sunlight and slammed into the ice like a meteor. At the point of contact between the two, the power of evil energy and holy light collided violently, annihilating, as bright as lightning, as blazing as lava.

In the midst of this dazzling splendour, Diego's heart gradually sank. Because he didn't feel any advance in the death gaze, it was blocked!

When the light gradually faded, the moment when the power of the holy light in the blade was finally exhausted. Diego saw that the ice had not been broken, and that the bayonet of the Death Gaze had only carved a fist-sized hole in it, but that didn't help at all for the sheer volume of the ice.

"It's not enough, human," Sylvanas' voice said in his head, her voice sounding skeptical and mocking, "Thousands of years have passed. You humans still haven't made much progress, and you're still as weak as ever. ”

Diego was not angry. He was not enraged by this kind of ridicule, he did it to save himself and his friends. And not for the sake of this woman in front of you. But in any case, this result did make him very unhappy. He knew that his time was running out, and that Masrae's men could be crushed by the enemy at any moment.

He took a deep breath. He knew he had to do more.

"In the name of the Light......" he prayed aloud. He completely opened his heart to the Light, giving his blood, soul and strength. Like a summoned soldier, the power of the Light rose from the depths of his heart, from every drop of his blood, from every inch of muscle, from the source of his soul.

"You are omniscient and omnipotent, you are everywhere.

Thou hast shone upon the newborn and on the twilight.

You are worshiped in the morning, and the fog will not cover you.

You listen to the prayers of all beings at midnight, and darkness does not detract from your glory......"

From the bottom of his heart, Diego praises the Light, the Holy and Luminous Being. The night sky was still full of stars above the dark canopy that covered the entire Tirisfal Glade, but the bright Elune suddenly shone brightly at this moment, her halo expanding violently, almost obscuring half of the sky. In the next second, a brilliant and sacred pillar of light poured down, breaking through the barrier of the dark canopy and shining over the Undercity. Diego's baptized body is constantly absorbing the power of light, and even under this dark and filthy underground, it cannot stop the transmission of this power.

"As we walk under your protection, we will be guided by your solemn guidance.

We will fight under your shadow and receive your holy blessings.

We are favored by you, and we associate ourselves with those who are upright and good.

We will rule for you, and we will serve you as an emblem and banner.

We have been by your grace and will always have your forgiveness......"

Diego's prayer suddenly became high-pitched and agitated, and he raised his death stare once more. The Holy Light was surging in his body, and he felt that his veins were flowing with Holy Light, and this warm and powerful power almost recast his entire body, bones, muscles, blood, and internal organs, but this power still continued to gather, jump, and sing, and Diego felt as if he had been propped up into a ball, and he couldn't wait to release this power. But in reality, his appearance is still the same, not much has changed, except that his whole body is shrouded in light, and his eyes are spewing light, like a god.

"We have glory and victory in you, and we will add glory to you.

We have peace and happiness because of you, and we will offer our most sincere prayers.

In every time there is trouble, calamity, displacement, sickness, we call on your name, and we will be delivered.

You will always shine on everyone, you will always shine on every city.

In the name of the Light! ”

Diego finally shouted, and a huge echo shook the entire dome. He stabbed like lightning, and his bayonet, infused with the power of the Holy Light, pierced the ice unstoppably, and dispelled the evil energy above. In the next second, the ice cage burst open, and shards flew in all directions.

Diego subconsciously raised his arm to protect his body, but Icicle avoided him by himself. The prison shattered and collapsed, and the elves imprisoned inside fell silently, but a cloud-like pale figure floated from the body. She floated in the air, looking hatefully at the Forsaken at the exit of the corridor.

Knowing that he might hurt the living people in the hall, Sylvanas couldn't bear it anymore, even for a second. The hatred of the betrayer's deeds burned her like a flame, and the Banshee King raised his hands and opened his mouth to the sky, and a scream, a wail that was both poignant and unusually terrifying, burst from her illusory throat.

She used to cry under the torture of Alsace. But it was only her own pain, her own despair, and this time it was much more than that. The betrayal of her subjects made her feel endless sorrow and anger, yes, but more than that, it was hatred that cut to the marrow, pure hatred.

She heard cries of pain mingle into her own wails, and she saw the living men fall to their knees with their bleeding ears clutched. They were completely unable to continue fighting, and the battle trumpets and cries had turned into the most primitive chaotic wails of misery and terror. In the depths of the tunnel, countless forsaken people fell, their rotting bodies peeled off into a pile of stinking rotten flesh, even their bones began to break and shatter, and even more severely, their souls were blown out like candles in the wind in this wail, the most cruel punishment for the betrayer! (To be continued.) )