The gloomy interior of the Storm Fortress was filled with demonic warlocks' chaotic arrows and evil spells, and many of the Alliance soldiers who rushed to Kael'thas were either repelled by the archmage's fireball spell or harmed by the demonic warlock's cursed magic. They were bleeding profusely from their eyes and nostrils, clutching their throats for the time being, unable to breathe like a perch thrown on the shore. The body twitched until it slowly died.

Paladins and clerics can dispel such evil spells, but their numbers are too small. In an army, most of them are still melee soldiers who fight with cold weapons, and there are very few people who can use spells.

Ares rushed down, however, his face was covered with ashes and blood mist, and countless Alliance soldiers were distorted by evil spells, and even corpses exploded. Flesh was sent flying and then rained down from the air.

In the face of terrifying demonic spells, many retreated. Even seasoned veterans can't withstand such psychological pressure. Yes, it's more of a psychological pressure, just like the arrows flying in the sky can't actually hurt many people, many people's shields and armor can protect them, but everyone is afraid that the next moment, the loss will shoot themselves.

This is the psychological difficulty.

As he approached the last demonic procession, Ares prayed as the Light enveloped him. As if the holy power from heaven filled his body, a thin golden halo rose from the paladin's body.

A team of demon guards spotted him. As they roared and rushed forward, the paladins also raised their shields and hammers and met them.

The flames instantly surrounded several paladins of the Knights of the Silver Hand, however, the devout faith caused the paladins to fight back with the power of bright holy light, and the flames seemed to be dispersed by an invisible force, and in the place where they were burned, a thin golden light quickly formed, healing their wounds. At the same time, the paladins' warhammers slammed down, and the demonic guards of the Burning Legion parried with their battle axes, and the golden warhammers collided with the dark weapons in a low roar.

In the melee, Kael'tham's fireball technique was like a spinning beacon, spun out in all directions, and after hitting the target, it automatically flew back to the archmage. Kael'thas stood in front of the portal, casting his magic. Some of the Coalition soldiers who tried to approach him were all scorched by the scorching heat.

A tribal warrior leaps into the air to slash the evil prince to death. But the moment the orc warrior fell into the air, a huge fireball shot out of Kael'thas's hand, blasting the orc veteran straight out, and the orc's strong body rose into the air, letting out a heart-rending scream. Half of his face was almost burned......

However, as the forces led by Varian and Thrall burst into battle, the number of blood elves and demons around Kael'thas decreased dramatically.

Varian roared and knocked down one of the demon guards, his twin swords stabbing down from above, piercing the demon's head and chest. Kael'thas and the loyal Blood Elf warriors around him were outnumbered, and the corpses of Alliance and Horde warriors lay around them, and now they had to face the strongest men from both sides. At the same time, Illidan also slaughtered the last demon, and the blade of Aesinos was pulled out of the demon's body, and the warm demon blood stained Illidan's body, giving him the illusion of a new life.

"It's time to make a break."

After slaying the last demon, Illidan roared loudly. He felt the churning demonic power in Kael'thas, the goal of his life's hunt.

The blade of Aeginos glowed with blazing light, and with a roar from Illidan, the demon hunters around him rushed forward to hunt Kael'thas.

At this time, the warriors beside the Blood Elf Prince also rushed out. Inside the Storm Fortress, at the last portal, the coalition forces and the rebels of Kael'thas have engaged in a final battle.

Baron Sagunar wielded a heavy demonic iron barrier to block Ares' holy sword slash. The blasphemer Saladre and Varian were strangled together, wrestling each other with a beastly roar. Khadgar confronts the astrologist Caponia, while Illidan pounces directly on Kael'thas. The hatred and grudge between them broke out at this moment.

As Illidan relented, Kael'thas retreated, wielding a flaming blow but never able to launch a decent attack. Illidan's speed was too fast, he pounced left and right, the membranous wings behind him stirred, and the wind was raging.

There isn't much time left for Kael'thas, and this time, he can't rely on hard wear to win. Because he has nowhere to run.

A terrible stream of lightning flashed from inside the Storm Keep, like the last elegy of the fallen Blood Elf Prince.

Illidan pounced, and the fireball above Kael'thas whirled. They collided almost head-on, and the fireball slammed into Illidan's arm, however, the Aeginos Blade defused it. In the midst of ashes and flames, Illidan emerges and splits the fiery fireball in two.

His blade fell again, and this time, Kael'thas had nowhere to hide, gritting his teeth and raising a fiery flame strike to meet the Demon Hunter's powerful blow.

The moment the blades collided, countless arcane energy bloomed from the sword's body, and Illidan and Kael'thas felt the power almost simultaneously. It proves that Kael'thas is losing his magic and that he is no longer as powerful as he once was. Or maybe he was never really strong in front of Illidan.

A smug smile tugged at the corner of the Demon Hunter's lips as he continued to attack.

The blades of Aeginos danced wildly, blinding green light slicing through the air, and the whistling blades nearly severed Kael'thas's arm. However, the magic ripple blocked the attack, and Illidan's slash missed, and it looked like he had slashed into the arm of the Blood Elf Prince, but in reality it was nothing more than an illusion and an afterimage.

Kael'thas took a step back, and here, Ares and Baron Sagunar were in a heated battle, when the Ember Bringer slashed at him, Sagunar crouched down and raised his shield, ready to die, he knew the power of the Ember Bringer, and his eyes were closed and waiting for death to come.

However, Ares did not kill him with a single sword. The Ember Bringer shattered his shield with a roar, and in the flying metal shards, Ares jerked the fallen elf up from the ground and slammed it to the ground with a punch.

He wants to capture these Kael'thas advisors alive so that they can witness the fall of his prince.

Illidan continued to attack, and Kael'thas held himself up in the air with a levitation technique, quickly backing away. However, in the middle of the main hall, on the semicircular upper platform, a hesitant and tangled Wenlesa shot a deadly magic arrow at their former prince......