"Idiot, idiot, brainless......" In the spirit world of Arthas, the soul of Naozu cursed and grinned.

"Stop! If you really want to destroy yourself completely! Arthas retorted lightly.

Naozu stopped squeaking. He used to be very afraid of death, and after he died, he was afraid of suffering, and he was even more afraid of complete soul annihilation.

At this time, his weakness that was cowardly to the deepest part of his soul was revealed. Arthas stopped him with a word.

Naozu even wondered if his choice to merge with Arthas in the first place was a mistake in itself.

The souls of the two have almost diametrically opposed personalities.

It is likely that it was because of his cowardice and old age that Naozu longed for the young, powerful, brave and energetic Alsace.

If they can agree on the same page, their personalities are indeed perfectly complementary.

It's a pity that it's too late now.

Alsace began to reject the soul of Naozu, so he called Naaozu to make up the pot, how to make up for it?

Even so, Nao Zu still has a one-in-10,000 luck mentality, eager for the coalition to make a mistake on its side.

"Damn Anastrian, if only I still had that ice crystal head. I hate that thing, but it's really ...... without that thing at this point Trouble!" Naozu chattered as he poured out his grievances.

"Anastrian? hahaha! Don't think that old boy will end much better than us! Believe me, Duke must have left him on purpose. ”

Nao Zu didn't speak again, just sneered.

At this time, the duel between the Lich King and the powerful forces of the alliance has begun.

Arthas summons a large number of aberrant beasts, which are somewhat octopus-like, but with their mouths wide open, which affect the city's appearance.

Marla pulled her hooves and rushed out.

"Today's protagonists are not us. Malad whispered to Iriel.

The hooves occasionally lacked tendons, and she wasn't stupid at all, swinging her hammer and smashing it at the distorted beast.

A full five Vargri Shadow Guards flew out, these undead creatures wearing Valkyrie armor and a pair of soul wings, and they were greeted by Tyrande and Shantis as soon as they appeared.

[Moonlight rays] pierced the void and shone directly on them.

Each flare of light made them feel as if they were suffering from laser burns.

Under the bombardment of the magic of the goddess of the moon cast by the two priests, Vagri was miserable.

Equally miserable is Alsace.

Tirio Ferdin, holding the Ember Bringer aloft, is the first to attack.

Unlike the original history, old Mograine did not die, and the [Ash Bringer] did not become the [Fallen Ash Bringer].

In the entire Silver Hand and even in the entire human world, the [Ember Bringer] now represents the staunch faith of the Paladin, which would rather bend than bend.

Looking at this huge holy sword, everyone seemed to see a shining immortal flag.

The old man who lived through the Third Battle of the Dark Gate witnessed the journey of this holy sword, which had created countless brilliant achievements, and the old Mograine used it to break through thousands of armies and break through the enemy's encirclement.

Now in the hands of Tirio, the last remaining Paladin has also fulfilled his oath to turn his enemies to ashes, and continues to fight bloody battles on a path as glorious as his previous master.

It represents the best soul of mankind, eulogizing the greatness and sacredness of the Holy Light, always in front.

The enemy of the holy sword is only evil.

Evil is not removed, and therefore the sword is never taken back into its sheath.

If it's one-on-one, Arthas has a thousand ways to kill Tirio to the scum.

Add to that a windsword-wielding Gavinrad, and Arthas feels a little struggling.

Coupled with Sylvanas and a large number of other guys, Arthas is really a bit of a scramble.

Just as the Scourge Legion abuses people, they always like to win by numbers.

This time, it was the turn of the human-led heroes to abuse him, and they had already won in numbers.

In the deep void around him, there seems to be a lot of brilliant light, and it looks very beautiful from a distance.

A large, invisible hand is manipulating them. It's like a paintbrush in the middle of history, drawing a path ahead that no one has ever seen.

Without this hand, it is likely that the world would have become a dead world with only the undead.

However, it is it that forcibly turned a civilization that should have stepped into darkness from the deep and vast abyss to turn the way forward of the world and return to the right path.

Duke didn't attack, and for Arthas he was more terrifying than any attacker. With his spell, the Void Platform of the Ice Throne seemed to be surrounded by a picture that shimmered with mottled mysteriousness.

Only the person in question knows best that Duke is magically slicing the future that should have belonged to Arthas in this seemingly harmless light.

One by one, Duke silently severed the energy link between Arthas and the remnants of the Scourge Legion.

With the finesse of Alsace, surely not all the undead will be piled on the Icecrown glacier. It's just the main force of the Scourge here. In some uninhabited corners of Kalimdor and the Eastern Kingdoms continent, there must still be a large number of undead.

In the original scenario, if the momentum was not right, Arthas could use the undead as batteries, or as seeds for the Scourge Legion's resurgence.

Duke is now digging up the roots of the Scourge Legion.

You know, Arthas is now open to protect the Icecrown Fortress. Once he withdrew from the field, the Icecrown fortress would immediately be bombarded with nearly 10,000 heavy guns.

Once the Icecrown Fortress is finished, then the greatest magical leyline node in Northrend is bound to be lost.

At the end of the day, Arthas still has to kneel.

This shows how spicy Duke's attack is.

Naozu shouted in the spiritual sea, "Don't let Duke be so leisurely disrupt our mana supply!"

"Come out, Broken Legs, Bad Hands!" roared Arthas.

Suddenly, two deformed monsters rushed out of the void.

The muscles in Duke's cheeks twitched, this thing wasn't in 'history'!

Known as [Broken Legs] is an undead mammoth. The difference is that this guy actually has sixteen broken elephant legs. As soon as it appeared, it directly kicked several people with a round of mandarin duck legs, such as Iriel.

At the end of the day, the hoof fell into the void outside the platform. Duke grabbed the tail of the hoof in mid-air with a mage's hand, and finally managed to save the thing.

The bad hand was even more disgusting, it looked like a huge human palm with a diameter of ten meters, but there was a wide green eye on each knuckle.