The war for Mount Hyjal began in an instant, with the Azeroth coalition launching an onslaught on the Undead and the Burning Legion from both directions at once.

The battlefield of the undead natural disaster, the intensity at this moment is already like a human brain has beaten out a dog's brain.

As a qualified lich, Reki Donghan is now very aggrieved because he is being beaten by an archmage who is also an undead.

Merry*Winterwind's staff resembled a machine gun, and the large Fireblast was fired almost every second, beckoning at the lich's skeleton.

There's no way, Reki Donghan was just an ordinary human mage in his lifetime, even if he has now transformed into a high-level undead and his strength has increased greatly, but he is far from being the opponent of Merry Dongfeng, a thousand-year-old monster, and he is the first batch of mages in human history.

The Lich wanted to shout "Don't shoot, uncle, if you shoot again, you'll shoot on your horse!", but he couldn't surrender, and the Lich King's will was firmly in control of him.

His current life is not his own.

Not far from the front line, Durotan and Lothar were unleashing a whirlwind slash from the pile of the undead, whipping up bursts of stinking rotting flesh and severed limbs.

"You disgusting and smelly rotten bones and zombies, how does the orc axe blade taste!"

Durotan slammed the head of a ghoul in front of him and took a deep breath.

Lothar next to him was still spinning like an electric fan, wielding the sword of the Brotherhood in his hand.

Since Thrall came to the continent of Kalimdor, he has also studied with the great shaman of the frostwolf clan who became Drektar, and now he has also become an excellent new shaman, he is extremely talented in elemental sensing and affinity, Orgrim has given his hammer of destruction to Thrall, and at this moment Thrall is standing behind the position, holding aloft the hammer of destruction that emits thunder and lightning, releasing large-scale lightning chains one after another.

The human archers, dwarven musketeers, and the Shadowhunters of the Darkspear Trolls are standing high on the ground, constantly shooting at the acolytes and psychics who have come to the aid of the Scourge and prevent them from resurrecting more undead.

The orc warriors of the new tribe are at the forefront of the battle alongside Durotan and Lothar.

"No! the Scourge is invincible!"

At this time, Reki* Donghan, who was pressed and beaten by Merry, let out an extremely unwilling roar, and then released a large area of death withering.

"Get out of the way, get out of the way!" Lothar leaped backwards, avoiding the range of Death Wither.

Several orcs didn't have time to dodge, and suddenly let out a scream, and their skin began to dry rapidly, and in less than half a minute, they became a dry corpse with a hideous expression.

Seeing this, Merry* Winter Wind immediately descended from mid-air, and a frost nova spread out from the center of his body, covering the ground that had been corrupted by death and withering.

"Go on the attack, kill this lich and counterattack their base!"

The human mages were ordered to immediately abandon the remnants of the undead and focus all their fire on the lich.

A giant totem pole pops up on the ground, and Thrall releases a healing rain totem.

The gentle elemental water turned into raindrops that quickly healed the wounds of the warriors, and this healing rain was like a corrosive acid rain to the undead, and when it fell on them, it immediately emitted a burning sound of Zrazra.

Gianna in the rear also floated up at this time, and together with Merry, she stormed the lich leader of Reki Winter.

Gianna had come to Mount Hyjal with her mage regiment and a small group of former Kul Tiras, the former human soldiers of Fort Riptide.

Now that you have decided to settle down on the continent of Kalimdor and establish your new home, you must establish good relations with the Night Elves and the new tribe.

Although the Elven Eternal Night God Emperor did not have any good feelings for her, which Gianna herself knew, but after various blows and ups and downs in her life during this time, her original naïve and naïve Madonna character has also been smoothed out a lot, and Gianna has now become a lot more silent.

Now she wants to find a stable place on the continent of Kalimdor, and if she wants to regain the forgiveness and trust of the world, it will take a long time.

At the same time, the Al Sara region.

Arthas was not involved in the ongoing all-out war, and remained in the area of Ayshara at the secret invitation of Illidan, who offered to surprise him.

"Illidan, what the hell is going on, even the war in Mount Hyjal is not as important here?" Arthas frowned, staring at the demon hunter in front of him in a demon-transformed state.

An eerie smile appeared on Illidan's face, shrouded in demonic energy and black mist, "Soon you'll know, ah, here, look at the heavens." ”

Hearing this, Arthas raised his head and looked into the sky, his face suddenly showing horror.

An incomparably thick dark green ray of evil energy pierced the sky like a javelin, shooting straight to the northeast.

The Palace of Eternal Night, the top of the assembly hall.

The Great Killer Weapon, known as the Eternal Night Energy Cannon, used the Eye of Sargeras as the energy core, and the sharp barrel condensed a highly concentrated evil energy ray with a diameter of more than ten meters at this moment, and launched in the direction of the Northrend continent.

"What's going on? What do you mean? What's that... Ahhhh

Before Arthas could finish his sentence, he suddenly felt a feeling of extreme pain tearing in his mind.

This is true of all the undead disasters in the world of Azeroth, and countless weak-willed undead have even been directly reduced to dry bones.

The prince sensed something that made his eyes tremble: the Evil Ray traveled through the sky to the continent of Northrend, where it struck the Frozen Throne with a devastating blow.

Naozu's soul was extremely angry, because the giant ice block that bound him and provided him with endless mental control had already produced countless dense cracks at this moment.

The Lich King has been devastated!

His spirit, his control over the army of the undead, his own strength, were rapidly weakening at the moment.

Arthas dismounted, panting in pain as he panted in pain as Frost Grief lifted his head and stared fiercely at Illidan in front of him, while the Demon Hunter had the Esinos Twin Blades in his hands.

"You... It is you elves, you ... ”

Before Arthas could finish speaking, he was bombarded head-on by a blast of evil flames, and flew backwards away.

Illidan let out a low grin, looking no different from the Demon Lord of the Burning Legion.

"Foolish prince, you dare to turn your enemies against the Night Elves with these filthy damned lowly undead? ”

The Demon Hunter spread his wings behind his back and leaped forward, charging at Arthas with the twin blades of Aesinos.

"Even the Burning Legion is no match for us, where does your stupid and superficial self-confidence come from!"

Arthas struggled to resist the Demon Hunter's attack with Frostmourn, and he suddenly retreated again.

The prince's mind was in a hurry, and his ability to control the undead Scourge was rapidly weakening at the moment, but the Scourge Legion in the Azhara region was still under his control.

The nearby army of the undead began to lunge towards Illidan as if desperate, buying Arthas time to retreat.

Seeing this, Illidan raised the sword in his right hand.

"It's time to train, Ilidar, attack!"