In Zuifeng's previous life, most players who played Warcraft 3: The Frozen Throne were unusually impressed by a CG.

That was the final level of the campaign.

Alsace and Illidan, two equally exhausted men, fought a final battle in snowy Northrend for reasons that each could not refuse.

It was a fierce clash ♂ of ice and fire.

And at the end of that CG, what ended the battle was a jump split and a sword up.

Coincidentally, now the battle between Garrosh and Arthas has come to an end in the same way.

The sharp roar of blood did cut through Arthas's bone shield and slashed at Arthas's shoulder—if it weren't for Arthas's slight head-to-head tilt in the final moments, the blow would have effectively cut him in two.

Even though Arthas managed to dodge a little, the lower part of his entire left shoulder was severed by the Roar of Blood, and his entire left arm fell to the ground, along with his armor.

Black unknown liquid also gushed out, and now Arthas is an undead and has no blood, but this does not mean that he has no energy and no body fluids!

Although it was not difficult for the undead to take the arm back, Alsace was still very injured this time, after all, even with the help of Professor Ptriheed, the arm that was taken back was always not as good as the original.

But no matter how miserable Arthas was, he was still the victor in this battle.

At this time, one step in front of Artace, the loser Garrosh was already lying motionless on the ground.

Frostmourn slashed the orc's lower abdomen and then slashed upwards with a long wound, the terrifying longsword that even slashed Garrosh's ribs right away, though the sword was off the line of the heart due to Garrosh's attack.

Either way, the energy of death passed from the frost grief to Garrosh's body, completely extinguishing the fire of his life.

Now Garrosh is finally an orc who can't die anymore.

Just as Garrosh fell, the patrolling stitchtails finally arrived on the scene.

The belated stitchers saw only a dead orc, and they tried to take the corpse to diao, but were stopped by Arthas.

"I'll do this corpse myself—and, call Professor Ptrishid."

The stitch monsters left as if they didn't understand, for these guys with an IQ about the same as that of children, the owner's behavior never needed to ask why, and it was normal for Arthas to resurrect a person himself.

Arthas breathed a sigh of relief after the Stitchers had left—he had just put his left hand in its original position with his right hand, and had even let go of Frostmourn for this, but fortunately the Stitchers hadn't noticed the detail, otherwise Saratas would have been able to figure out what he was doing.

Now Arthas only hoped that Professor Ptrisheed would come over quickly and catch his left arm—Salatas's dog jumping off the wall gave Arthas a rather bad premonition, and he always felt as if he was missing something.

But no matter what he missed, his current state was unable to do things, and in desperation, Arthas could only return to his throne again and began to think.

No one knew what he was thinking.

……………………

On the other side, Saratas had lost control of Garrosh after completely letting go of his consciousness.

So Saratas did not know exactly what the outcome of the battle would be.

Who actually won?

Despite the lack of this crucial information, Saratas continued with his plan.

Hurry up and create chaos, and then take the opportunity to slip away - since you have already torn your face, there is no need to stay!

For Salatas, whether Garrosh wins or loses, he must leave, after all, the drunken wind outside is the most troublesome guy.

The only question involved in the outcome of the battle was whether she could take the opportunity to take away the main force of the Undead Scourge - this kind of thing Saratas was used to, and many times she had fallen into the hands of other Elder God believers, and every time she escaped, she would take the opportunity to take one or two of the believers for herself.

For example, this time, she values Professor Ptrisheed very much, although a certain degree of sanity of the professor is not conducive to the brainwashing of the ancient gods, but for Salatas, such a scientific and technological talent is really important.

But whether or not Professor Ptrihid can be taken away, Salatas must now start running away!

No, it's not running away - can the things of the Elder Gods be called running away? It's a strategic retreat!

Under Salatas's control, the Faceless began to stir up premeditatedly, and on the pretext of being unable to communicate with each other, they continued to march towards the undead patrol Urawawa, successfully attracting the minds of the vast majority of the undead.

At the same time, Saratas transforms into a dagger and begins his escape journey under the leadership of a Faceless General.

With the help of shadows and advanced invisibility, the Faceless General was able to shake off the chaos of the undead with relative ease, and walked through a passage that Saratas had scouted beforehand.

The passage passed through Professor Ptrisheed's lab, and Saratas could try to see if he could kidnap people.

However, when the Faceless General looked out of his stealth at the door of Professor Ptrishid's lab, he saw someone who wasn't supposed to be there.

Alsace.

Professor Ptrashid had just helped Arthas secure his arm, and now the two of them were studying Garrosh's corpse.

Arthas wanted to pull Garrosh up directly - but due to the obvious wounds left by Frostmourn, the wounds were too large and the ribs were broken, it required a lot of stitching before pulling the man up.

Salatas was disappointed, and it seemed that Garrosh had failed to live up to his expectations.

In this case, it is not advisable to stay here for a long time, and the key is to slip away quickly!

But Saratas didn't realize one problem—in a sense, the scientist's lab was more heavily guarded than the Lich King's command room.

Professor Ptrushid had arranged many of his imaginary devices around his lab, real or fake, some of them working and some of them furnishings—which Saratas had studied before, and she mistakenly thought they would not work.

As a result, the Faceless General's side had just made a move, and the alarm bell in the laboratory was instantaneous!

Saratas secretly screamed that it was not good, but it was too late to do anything more.