Reggie Donghan, as a lich, is now very aggrieved. 35xs: He was being pressed and beaten by a ** division who was also undead.

Merry*Winterwind's staff was like a machine gun, and the large fireball spell was almost one a second, constantly beckoning to his bone shelf.

Not far away, Durotan and Lothar were unleashing a whirlwind slash from the pile of the dead, setting off a flurry of broken flesh and limbs.

"Ahaha, you disgusting rotten skeletons and zombies, how does the orc axe blade taste!" Durotan took a deep breath as he smashed the head of a ghoul.

Lothar was still spinning like an electric fan wielding the sword of the Brotherhood.

After Thrall came to the continent of Kalimdor, he also studied with Drektar, the great shaman of the frostwolf clan, and became a new shaman. He was gifted with elemental senses, and Orgrim had given Thrall his hammer of destruction, and at this moment Thrall held aloft the hammer of destruction that emitted electric light, unleashing chains of lightning bolts.

Human soldiers and Shadow Hunters of the Dark Trolls are standing high on the ground, shooting the scourge acolytes and psychics with muskets and spears to prevent them from resurrecting more of the undead.

The orc soldiers of the new tribe were on the front lines with Durotan and Lothar.

"No!! the Scourge is invincible!!" The Lich let out an unwilling roar of Reggie Winter, unleashing a wide range 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 let out a scream, their skin drying up quickly.

Merry*'s winter wind descended rapidly, and a frost nova spread out from the center of his body, covering the ground of death and withering with a thick layer of ice.

"Keep attacking! Kill this lich! Attack their base!"

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

A giant totem burst onto the ground, and Thrall unleashed a healing rain totem. The gentle energy of nature turns into green raindrops, healing the wounds and plagues of the warriors. But the healing rain was like corrosive acid rain to the undead, dripping down on them with a burning sound of Zrazra.

Gianna also floats up, and joins Merry in attacking Reggie Winter, the lich leader.

This time, Gianna brought her mage regiment and a small group of former Kul Tiras, former Riptide Fort soldiers to help in the battle at Mount Hyjal. Since he has decided to settle in the Kalimdor continent and establish his new home in the future, he must establish a good relationship with the Night Elves and the new tribe. Although His Majesty the Elven Eternal Night God Emperor did not have a crush on her, Gianna herself knew this. But after all kinds of blows and ups and downs in her life during this time, her naïve naivety and the character of the Virgin have also been smoothed out a little. After the betrayal of her relatives and the betrayal of Arthas, Gianna is now much more silent.

Kalimdor, Aysara region.

Arthas did not participate in the holy war, but was secretly invited by Illidan to give a big gift.

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

An eerie smile appeared on Illidan's face shrouded in evil energy and black mist, "You'll know right away, ah! Look at the sky!"

Arthas looked up, his face suddenly shocked.

An incomparably thick, dark green ray of evil energy pierced the sky and shot straight to the north.

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

The big killer known as the Eternal Night Energy Cannon, with the Eye of Sargeras as the energy core, the sharp barrel condensed a highly concentrated evil energy ray with a diameter of more than ten meters at this moment, shooting in the direction of Northrend in the north.

"What's going on? What is that... Ahhh This is true of the undead disasters throughout Azeroth, and countless weak-willed undead have even been directly reduced to dry bones.

The prince felt a thrilling sight for him: the Arctic Ray traveled through the sky to the Northland continent of Northrend, and finally struck the Frozen Throne with a slam impact.

Naozu's soul was furious. The giant ice cube that bound him while also providing him with endless mind control produced countless cracks!

The Lich King has been battered! His spirit, his grip on the undead, his power is rapidly waning.

Arthas fell off his horse, panting in pain as he held on to Frost's Sorrow. He then raised his head fiercely and stared at Illidan, who had already taken the Esinos Twin Blades in his hands.

"You're your elf! Before Arthas could finish speaking, he was knocked out by a sinister flame.

Illidan was smiling at the moment, looking no different from the Demon Lord.

"Stupid mole ants, you filthy scourge dare to be enemies of the Night Elves, and you Lich King dare to be enemies of the Titan gods? This is just the beginning, my esteemed Prince of Arthas. Illidan leaped sharply and charged at Arthas with the twin blades of Aesinos.

"The Burning Legion is no match for us! where did your foolish self-confidence come from!"

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

The prince's mind is soaring, and his ability to control the undead Scourge is waning, but the Scourge Legion in the Azhara region is still under his control.

The nearby undead lunged towards Illidan as if desperate, buying Arthas time to retreat.

"Illidare, it's time to train!Attack!" Illidan roared, raising the blade in his right hand.

A large number of Night Elves jumped out of the woods not far away, each armed with two blades, covered in tattoos that radiated the dark green glow of evil energy. Their eyes were blinded, replaced by two unquenchable sights of demonic flames.

This is Illidan's first team, and it is also the foundation of his life in the new world he is about to go to.

The Illidare Force is approved by His Majesty the Emperor to select those elves from among the entire Night Elves who are willing to accept the infusion of evil energy and become demon hunters. They are united under the command of the most powerful demon hunter, Illidan.

His Majesty the Emperor infused them with evil energy himself, and Gul'dan tattooed them with evil energy, and then used the captured Abyss Lord Manolos as a battery to absorb his evil essence and demonic properties.

Now, the slaughter of this group of undead legions is the first battle of their actual combat training.

Arthas and his personal guards, the Death Knights, somewhat embarrassed, boarded an undead ship and quickly left the coast, heading towards the Eastern Kingdom continent.

Looking back, the demon hunters of Illidare were slaughtering livestock, harvesting waves of undead with their two blades. Illidan's Gundam body was unusually conspicuous, and he was suspended in the air, his eyes shooting two highly condensed rays of evil energy, sweeping at the undead army in front of him.

The Scourge brought Kalimdor's elite and it was all finished.

Although I don't know what the battle situation is in Mt. Hyjal, I can know that these demon hunters are not in a hurry at all, but I am afraid that it will be more than lucky.

Kalimdor was destroyed by natural disasters.

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