When Jabbar was very young, he heard a proverb that circulated in Frostfire Ridge: "The fattest Tabu sheep belong only to the prepared orcs!" ”

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After less than half an hour of lurking on the mountain, he saw two figures walking up the mountain.

Both were acquaintances of Abdul-Jabbar.

One was none other than the prince named Arthas, the face that Jabbar remembered, and he looked exactly like the statue at the gates of Lordaeron!

The other is the priest he met in the Tirisfard glades not long ago, the same one who used a strange spell to cause Abdul-Jabbar to mistakenly injure three of his compatriots, and has since borne the culprit of unwashed sins!

Looking at these two figures, Abdul-Jabbar didn't know how to describe his mood at this time, but he chose to be patient for the first time.

After waiting for this step, don't worry about waiting a few more minutes, Jabbar clenched the giant axe in his hand, looking for the most suitable opportunity!

……

Arthas clutched his chest, looking at Jon, who was emitting a dark shadow all over his body, and he felt like he understood a lot.

"Jon Mills, I didn't think you're also a member of the Cursed Sect!" Arthas said with some difficulty, his tone full of hatred: "No wonder you keep preventing me from going to Stratholme!" ”

Jon was stunned, he didn't know how Arthas had come to this conclusion; But it didn't matter, after all, he didn't have to explain anything to a dying man!

Soul blast!

Spikes in the heart!

Spiritual spells shot at Arthas, and Jon didn't care about his mana, causing the young prince to let out a wail!

"O Supreme Light...... Please shelter me......" Arthas said bitterly.

A faint holy light appeared on his chest, and then enveloped the paladin's body, and the painful expression on his face began to disappear little by little.

Jon's expression became solemn, he didn't expect that with such a serious injury, Arthas could still use the Holy Shield technique!

"Ah......h

Although the Aegis could not heal his serious injuries, it could at least shelter him from the pain for a short time.

Jon hurriedly summoned as many Void Tentacles as he could to slow Arthas's pace, but it was pointless, and the Void monsters were quickly reduced to ashes under the light of the Paladin's light.

The difference in power between them is too great.

A dull bang!

Jon felt a sharp pain in his chest, as if it were about to shatter, and Arthas's hammer struck him hard.

Fishy blood spat out of his mouth, and his entire body was knocked several meters away, and Jon felt like he couldn't lift any strength.

If it weren't for Arthas's serious injury, such a powerful hammer would probably kill him directly, right? But even if I'm still alive, there's no point...... Plans, which have been carefully prepared for so many years, are meaningless in the face of real power......

A wry smile tugged at the corner of Jon's mouth.

Arthas walked step by step, he walked slowly due to his injury, but there was no pity on his face!

……

Abdul-Jabbar is now faced with a multiple-choice question.

A very simple multiple-choice question.

I have long heard that humans are a race that likes infighting, but I didn't expect that the two humans in front of me, who were talking and laughing not long ago, would fight to the death in the blink of an eye.

Jabbar quickly made a choice, between avenging himself and avenging the Great Chief, and he chose the latter directly.

Arthas's years of combat experience made him feel a behemoth approaching behind him, and he didn't dare to slack off, and turned around and raised the war hammer.

It was an orc, a very strange orc, and compared to their red or green people, he had a black smell of his body, and he smelled of death all over his body.

Seeing that Arthas had discovered it, Jabbar let out a roar of rage, raised his great axe, and slashed at it.

Arthas's warhammer also came up to him, and after the confrontation he felt only a slight pain in the tiger's mouth, this orc was more powerful than any orc he had ever seen before.

Jon looked at the half-killed orc with some surprise, not quite understanding what was happening...... But this was an opportunity, and he quickly began to endure the severe pain to recover his mental strength, no matter what the cost, to kill Arthas here.

Jabbar rushed at the axe again, and Arthas slashed the hammer without fear.

Fight to the death!

The great axe cut a small wound in Arthas's shoulder, and he felt the cold chill coming from the wound, and it was extremely painful.

However, Abdul-Jabbar's injuries were more serious, and one of his left legs, which had just been broken by the paladin's warhammer, was now limping when he walked.

Abdul-Jabbar's smile was also bitter, even though the other party was seriously injured, and despite his sneak attack in the shadows, he was still not his opponent......

"Great Chief, can't I really avenge you?"

At this moment, Jabbar saw a pair of black eyes behind Arthas, the mortally injured human priest, nodding to him.

Abdul-Jabbar nodded slightly, no matter what, the priest and he now had the same goal.

He let out a loud roar, attracting the paladin's attention.

The confrontation began again, humans and orcs, paladins and death knights were entangled, and Jabbar was hit several times by the Holy Light Warhammer, and he had some doubts that if he hadn't turned into an undead and could ignore the pain, he would have fallen here a long time ago; And his giant axe didn't touch the paladin in front of him once.

Jon knew that this orc was attracting Arthas's attention, and he began to concentrate all his spirit, all his strength.

"Spiritual Whipping!"

The huge backlash only made Jon feel like his whole head was going to crack, and then he fainted......

In an instant, a strange picture appeared in Arthas's mind, this was in Lordaeron, in his familiar palace, and in front of him was his father, the great King of Terenus!

His father had a smile on his lips, but the smile froze a little.

And he had a sword in his hand, a very beautiful rune sword.

The hilt of the sword was in his hand, and the blade of the sword stabbed into his father's chest.

Arthas froze for a moment.

Then a powerful force threw him off balance, and Arthas felt only an invisible rope restrain him before pulling him towards the orc.

Taking advantage of Arthas's distraction, Jabbar pulled the paladin to his side with the Grip of Death in one hand and wielded a giant axe in the other.

The prince's head rolled to the ground, and the headless corpse was bleeding a little.

At the same time, Jabbar shouted:

"For the Hammer of Doom"