This power rampaged through the body, Ares had no way to control it at all, the fallen Ash Messenger was like finding a new master, tightly glued to Ares' hand, I don't know if this choice was right or wrong, before the Ash Messenger was purified, he held it, looking at the huge skull emblem on the sword, Ares's heart tightened, would he be like Arthas back then, controlled by a weapon?

This anxiety soon became a reality, and shattered images appeared before his eyes, the memories of the sword, or rather, the memories of the Paladin Mograini the Elder, which came to his face like locusts, and occupied Ares's brain, his mind. Renault, Darian, Whitemayne, D'Assaulthan, strange and familiar faces flashed in front of their eyes, and familiar scenes from Andorhal, Lordaeron, Tifaris Glade, and the Eastern Plague Lands were also flashing in front of them one after another.

Ares is afraid that he will be occupied by this force, this is the body of labor, not your captive and puppet! Ares wanted to shout, wanted to scold, but his vocal cords seemed to be stuck in something, and he couldn't make a sound at all, as if he was dreaming, and he wanted to shout but couldn't shout. This feeling was extremely uncomfortable, but in the end, it was alleviated, and the replacement of the soul did not happen after all.

Ares returned to the real world in a trance, and Drumm was in front of him, yelling at him, and it was clear that the army of the undead was close at hand.

The skeleton mage at the front had even begun to cast spells, ice arrows, and in an instant, an icy blue light flashed, striking at Drum and Ares. However, in the next moment, Ares raised his greatsword at an astonishing speed, and the fallen ash bringer reflected back the ice arrow shot by the skeleton mage with just one block movement, and in the skeleton mage's surprised gaze, the ice arrow passed through its white bones, and the entire skeleton frame instantly fell apart like a melting glacier.

"Kill them back!"

The Ember Bringer whispers...... Ares could hear the muffled voice, it was so powerful, a force that it was irresistible.

In an instant, Ares raised his greatsword and made a sweeping motion, the greatsword inlaid with the skull insignia drew a shocking arc in the air. The skeletons and the undead fell one after another, their bodies burning with flames, but not holy flames, but dark green ghostly fire, the undead screamed and wailed, and soon they were consumed by the flames. Even if the Ember Bringer falls, it still wields infinite power.

The scene in front of them silenced the necromancers and skeleton warriors, who did not expect the Ember Bringer to betray them. When the Death Knight Lord Mograine held this greatsword, it was in the service of the undead scourge, and now, it has once again broken through its cages and shackles to serve humanity and paladins.

The skeleton mages and warriors stopped, however, soon, the brainless zombies and abominations behind them rushed forward. Compared to necromancers, they don't know anything about fear. The Great Abomination, which rushed to the front, looked fat, and with a huge meat grinder on each of its three arms, it lunged at Ares with ferocity.

However, with a sword in both hands, Ares only made a single movement, and the Ash Bringer slashed from the bottom up, and in the next second, the huge natural calamity abomination was split in half in an instant!

Disgusting stumps, severed arms and internal organs splattered everywhere, and the whole head of Abomination lay down like a pile of broken flesh, the terrifying scene stunned the necromancer behind him, and the threat level of the Naxxramas Intruder was raised to red, the highest level! The monsters in the entire fortress are gathering.

"Oh my God, brother, are you possessed by the god of war?"

Drumm exclaimed, he couldn't believe his eyes.

But Ares didn't have time to explain, the fallen ash bringer seemed to be a part of his body, it fought tirelessly, the undead zombies and demon spiders in front of it knelt down one after another, their limbs were slashed by horizontal knives, the remnants of their bodies burned, those skeleton mages, before they could cast spells, were cut off by a sword, and those ghostly spells were only halfway before they stopped dumbly.

"Brother, keep up!"

Ares shouted back, and Drum and Fred immediately followed, surrounded by broken corpses, and the entrails and blood of the dead and abominable, it seemed like a slaughtering feast.

The defenders of Naxxramas continued to pour in, and the Ashbringers continued to slaughter with excitement, until the entire corridor was filled with the mutilated limbs and bones of the undead Scourge soldiers......

"Here, here!"

During the manic slaughter, Ares could hear the Ashbringer whispering, as if it had a mind of its own, guiding Ares out of the undead fortress.

In front of him, there was a dark corridor that was pitch black and there was no end in sight, and in normal times, Ares promised to give himself the courage of a bear-hearted leopard, and he did not dare to enter. But the sound of the sword was too strong, it was calling to the man with the sword, to Ares.

"Get in, quick, get in!"

The Ember Bringer urged again. On the sword side, the green skull emblem glows faintly.

"Get in."

At this moment, Ares turned his head and said to his companion. A look of surprise immediately appeared on Dram's face.

"What? Walking from here? Ares, there's no light in there, and who knows if it's going to be a dead end?! ”

Drumm shouted, sweat on his forehead, apparently running too fast just now before he could rest.

"Trust me, brother, it's our only option."

Ares said, looking at the greatsword in his hand, which was like a soul guide, and smiled at himself. But that smile made Ares uneasy. Mograine's soul is still in the sword!

Following the dark passage, Ares and Drum, as well as Fred, slipped inside.

At his feet, there was shallow green water, and there was silence all around, as if the pursuers behind him had been thrown far away. Several rats scurried through the tunnel, squeaking.

But compared to swimming in a culvert, this passage is much more comfortable.

I don't know how long it took for Ares, Drum, and Fred to finally get out of the dark passage. In front of it, there is a huge flying platform.

"Jump."

At this moment, the sound of the sword rang out again. Ares knew that it was the spirit of old Mograine guiding him out of the fortress and out of the fortress of death. But Ares still didn't like such a voice very much, as if his soul had also been kidnapped, and in the future, before the soul of old Mograine was completely released, he had to constantly fight against such a voice.

Now, the only way to listen is to listen to that voice.

Ares took a step forward, and beneath his feet was an abyss...... No, it's a huge lake! Old Mograini was right, it was the only way to escape Naxxramas.

Jump, it's the first time in my life to do high-altitude diving! No, it's the first time in my life to do high-altitude diving! That's almost unimaginable heights.