Stormwind Wizard God
Chapter 769: Illidan

Chapter 769: Illidan

Today’s Sylvanas is...very beautiful!

As a queen, she could no longer wear the same attire she wore as a ranger general. Her equipment remained the same, except that her low-key green jungle equipment was replaced with gorgeous gold ornaments in the style of high elf nobles.

At first glance, Duke thought he was seeing the supermodels in Victoria’s Secret before the time travel.

Well, looking at those two long legs, the breasts and the slender waist exposed to the air, please forgive the shameless Duke for swallowing his saliva.

Of course, if you think that the silver crescent longbow in Sylvanas’s hand is some kind of decoration or sex toy, you are absolutely wrong.

Taking the demon’s head from a distance of thousands meters is as easy as taking something from a bag.

Killing enemies at close range with a machete is as easy as chopping melons and vegetables.

Sometimes, aura just rises with status and identity. The queen, who had been in office for a short time, had a noble and heroic aura that could make people feel majestic even from a few meters away.

If Duke wasn’t the Grand Duke and the commander-in-chief of the alliance, he really wouldn’t be able to control this tough girl.

Since they have kissed and hugged each other before, and she is his woman, Duke certainly doesn’t mind going up to her and making out with her. If there is no one else around...

Duke is a bit of a pain in the ass.

Because Jaina was there too.

Although it is still the same battle mage equipment with almost no changes, the changes are still obvious.

First of all, there is the silver crown. Duke was not surprised at all that the crown of Quel Tiras finally fell on Jaina’s head. After all, she was the legitimate heir of Daelin’s lineage.

The key point is, Jaina put on lipstick and light makeup today!

You know, in order to weaken her princess image and strengthen her mage identity, Jaina used to wear a mage outfit all day long and had no makeup on. Of course, she is naturally beautiful and is beautiful without makeup.

But with makeup on, the lethality increases by more than double!

You know, before Du traveled through time, Japanese makeup was ranked among the four major evil arts in Asia, along with Thai sex change, Korean plastic surgery, and Chinese photoshop. Why did Jaina use one of the four major evil arts today... Duke would rather not know.

Jaina stepped forward first and performed a ms.like greeting at a suitable distance, which was usually performed when wearing evening dress. Of course, it would not be a bad idea to wear a mage robe, after all, she was wearing the same silver breastplate that looked like a bust as always.

"Duke, thank you for taking over the negotiations with the night elves when I was depressed. I am in a good mood now. I didn’t believe in fate before. There are some things that I thought would never happen to me, and I had given up fighting for them. But since it is the will of the goddess of fate, I must fight for it no matter what."

"Well, you’re welcome." Duke avoided the question.

After taking a deep breath, Jaina continued, "However, the revenge for my father and my second brother must be taken. Before that, I will not officially hold the succession ceremony. If I am lucky enough to kill Archimonde, I hope you, Duke, will be able to attend my coronation ceremony..." At this point, Jaina glanced at Sylvanas intentionally or unintentionally: "I hope you can give me the same opportunity as you gave His Majesty Menethil and His Majesty Windrunner."

On the surface, Jaina was talking about the royal family of Quel Tiras, but in fact, her statement made Duke’s teeth ache!

Sylvanas next to him smiled without saying anything, which made Duke feel a little scared!

Fortunately, the arrival of Turalyon and others diluted the embarrassment.

Duke couldn’t help but smile when he looked at the lineup - Turalyon holding Quel’Zaram, Mograine holding Ashebringer, plus Brann Bronzebeard, Saidan Dathrohan, Sylvanas, Lirath, Liadrin, Jaina, Rhonin, Prince Kael’thas and two great astrologers.

If we add Duke and Tyrande, this would be a luxurious 15-man All-Star team.

Precisely because he was worried about what might happen from the Burning Legion, Duke mobilized almost all the powerful Alliance members he could.

On the continent of the Eastern Kingdoms, only people like Magni, Kurdran, Abendis and the injured Lothar were left in charge.

Sylvanas glanced at the countless steel behemoths on the beach and suddenly sighed: "Alas, if it weren’t for the fact that guns and cannons are not very effective against demons, I would have almost thought that bows and swords had already withdrawn from the stage of history."

Duke was a little embarrassed and Brian was a little nagging.

Duke continued, "Different regions have different ways of fighting. Before the Burning Legion entered Mount Hyjal, we mainly fought a war of attrition. My intelligence shows that Archimonde is summoning demons non-stop. I must remind you, don’t be afraid, although in theory Archimonde can summon demons infinitely, because the protective array of Azeroth is still in effect. So the number of demon soldiers he can receive every day is limited."

There are no fools here. Jaina’s eyes flashed: "In other words, as long as we kill the demons faster, we can suppress the Burning Legion?"

"Yes! As soon as Archimonde begins to enter Mount Hyjal, he will be affected by the magic circle set up by the night elves and dragons, and it will become almost impossible for him to summon new demons to Azeroth. In order to deal with him, we must first separate him from his subordinates completely!" Duke made a cutting gesture with his hand knife.

"I understand. The role of the Alliance army is to consume those low- and middle-level demons." Brian Bronzebeard understood it immediately.

"Well, the defense of Azshara will be handed over to you dwarves and the mixed mage group of Dalaran and blood elves!" Duke raised his head: "This line of defense will be in the charge of you three, Brian, Rhonin, and Kael’thas."

The three Brians nodded in unison.

Duke pointed to the eastern part of Ashenvale and said, "The night elves’ troops have abandoned this place because they suffered heavy losses in the previous conflict with the Horde. Sylvanas, I’ll leave this place to your ranger troops."

"Leave it to me." Sylvanas straightened her back proudly.

Duke emphasized: "Listen carefully, at this stage, the demons cannot be killed completely. So my advice to you is ’If you save the land and lose the people, you will lose both the land and the people; if you save the people and lose the land, you will save both the land and the people.’ Don’t hold on. If the momentum is not right, evacuate according to the predetermined Road."

"Understood!" they answered together.

"The rest of you, follow me to Mount Hyjal to set up defenses." Duke paused for a moment and said, "But before that, the following people, follow me to a place first..."

In a huge underground cave in Ashenvale, as if guided by fate, Tyrande turned around and found an ancient cellar. Although the entrance was well covered by natural magic, it was a lie to outsiders. Tyrande immediately realized where this place was.

The place where Illidan is imprisoned!

How could Malfurion not notice Tyrande’s thoughts? He objected almost immediately: "No! This is not appropriate! Tyrande! Illidan..."

However, Tyrande interrupted him before he could finish his words: "We need a truly powerful warrior! Ordinary attacks can’t hurt Archimonde at all!"

Malfurion’s face turned pale, but he couldn’t find a reason to refuse.

That’s right!

The one coming is Archimonde, the commander of the Burning Legion!

The devil’s vanguard!

A super demon leader who destroyed countless planets by himself!

He was not so naive as to think that Archimonde, one of the three great leaders of the Burning Legion, could be killed by the human wave tactic. If it were possible, there would be no horrific legend of Archimonde defeating the Ten Thousand Worlds.

However, there were not many strong night elves who had entered the realm of heroes, and they were all wiped out with one slap.

Malfurion suddenly felt a little envious of the Alliance.

Let’s not talk about anything else, just Edmund Duke, although he had not taken any action until now, and was even showing weakness, but he and Tyrande could vaguely feel that once they took action, no night elf present would survive except the two of them.

In ancient times when the night elves and the high elves were still one family, it seemed that powerful wizards like Duke who had the ability to destroy an entire city were not uncommon.

This was true of Xavius ​​in the past, and so was Queen Azshara.

However, it is impossible for a strong person to seek assistance from a weak teammate. From the list of people to kill Arthas that Duke proactively provided, it can be easily inferred that there are quite a few top-notch strong people on the alliance side.

Malfurion wanted to object: "Tyrande! Have you forgotten how Illidan was imprisoned? Moreover, after ten thousand years of imprisonment, we still don’t know what he has become now?"

If Malfurion was not Illidan’s elder brother, he might even say something like "You release one demon to deal with another!"

Of course, this is impossible. After all, it was Illidan who made the big mistake, and it was Malfurion who saved Illidan.

But ten thousand years have passed, and perhaps the little bit of affection that we had back then has long been worn out by endless loneliness and torture, and turned into hatred.

Tyrande was also hesitant, but any intelligent creature is easily swayed by emotions. Even though they had not seen each other for ten thousand years, thinking of the harmonious coexistence of the three of them ten thousand years ago, and facing a powerful enemy, Tyrande was still determined to release Illidan, just as she had done in history.

After all, blood is thicker than water. Under Tyrande’s insistence, Malfurion had no intention of dying to protest.

But when she reached the cage, Tyrande received the most firm rejection!

The guard said: "Illidan Stormrage is the most unforgivable sinner! If it weren’t for Malfurion and you protecting Illidan for personal reasons, he should have been sentenced to the most cruel death penalty long ago!"

These guards were all die-hard fans of the Watcher Maiev Shadowsong. It just so happened that Maiev had temporarily left to provide support when another prison was attacked by demons.

Tyrande was very angry!

"I, Tyrande Whisperwind, the High Priestess of the Moon Goddess, am the leader of the night elves! I order you to open the prison and release Illidan Stormrage!"

"I’m sorry, but that’s difficult for you!" replied the leading guard.

However, the whisper of a guard behind her completely ignited Tyrande’s anger!

These words were spoken in the more ancient language of the Upper Elves, and of course the words used were more vicious and harsh.

A more elegant translation would be: "You pretended to be so holy after returning from the devil’s hands, and now you can’t help but want to find your lover back?"

This is no longer just a matter of being blinded by anger.

After the upper elves led by Queen Azshara fell and were thrown into the deep sea, the night elves actually experienced two more upheavals before forming the current spiritual kingdom centered on nature and believing in Elune.

One time, the remnants of the Highborne, led by Dath’Remar, were exiled and renamed the High Elves.

Another time was when the druids led by Malfurion declared neutrality and gave up political rights, but established the Cenarion Circle, a cross-racial organization centered on the worship of nature.

So, Tyrande, who would never kill people under any circumstances, gave the order - kill!

Kill until blood flows like a river!

Kill everyone and make their heads roll!

Finally, he asked his men to carve the reasons for the action on the wall, as an explanation to Maiev Shadowsong.

In a sense, it can also be regarded as a way to vent the anger of Illidan who is about to be liberated.

Being imprisoned for ten thousand years by a guard who hated you, is there really nothing wrong with that?

Who believes it!?

When he opened the prison door and saw Illidan Stormrage, who was shirtless, muscular but blindfolded, Malfurion still felt something was wrong.

My brother is too calm.

The saying that love turns into hate, and hate turns into love, is not without reason.

Only when you care will your emotions fluctuate.

If a few of their compatriots died, they might not be able to bear it.

But if ten thousand ants died in a distant foreign land, who would feel anything?

Malfurion felt something was wrong the moment he saw Illidan, but it was Tyrande, whom he loved deeply, who advocated releasing Illidan, so he could only watch Tyrande silently as she told him about the Burning Legion.

"Archimonde, the commander of the Burning Legion, is about to destroy Mount Hyjal, demolish the World Tree, and devour the Well of Eternity. Illidan! Our people need your strength to resist the Burning Legion once again!" Tyrande stated passionately, but Malfurion’s heart sank.

If Duke were here, he would have sneered.

But this cannot be blamed on Tyrande, as all priests must be extremely devout idealists. This is obviously the opposite of Duke, a materialist who has received an enlightened education in the Celestial Empire.

But idealists have a magical ability. They will believe things that others will not believe. For example, Tyrande actually believed that Illidan was thinking about the old love of ten thousand years, instead of being dominated by the pain and torture of the last ten thousand years...

So even though Duke knew that Tyrande wanted to save Illidan, he would never get involved. Firstly, this was the internal affairs of the night elves, and secondly, he was afraid that he would see Tyrande being so emotional and would not be able to help but slap Tyrande a few times...

"Tyrande, you who can bathe in the moonlight every night, have you ever experienced the feeling of complete darkness?"

"I..." Tyrande’s persuasion came to an abrupt end.

"Tyrande, have you ever tried to be unable to contact Elune, unable to communicate with any living being, and only spend a month in dead silence?"

"Illidan...I...that..."

At this time, Malfurion stepped forward: "Illidan, you..."

Illidan suddenly raised his hand, stopped his brother, and stated his conditions:

"I can agree to join the fight against the Burning Legion, but not for the people of the night elves, but... I will only fight for you, Tyrande!"

A knight protecting a princess, sounds beautiful, doesn’t it?

Unfortunately, Tyrande was destined to be unable to return this affection.

In the world of love, she had already sentenced Illidan to death. Illidan, who was a traitor, could not be her partner who believed in nature and the way of Elune.

Biting her lower lip lightly, Tyrande’s breathing became extremely rapid. She knew that as long as she gave the slightest hint, an extremely powerful hero would become the fighting force of the night elves.

Can she do it?

Malfurion, who also loves her, is watching beside her.

She can only remain silent!

Silence was her answer - she wanted Illidan’s combat power, but was unwilling to make any commitments on personal matters.

Illidan smiled!

He stretched his muscles, then walked to the nearby room where his unique weapon was stored and took out the Twin Blades of Azzinoth which became extremely famous in later generations.

There are two of these double-ended blades in the shape of a green crescent. Despite their peculiar shapes, they are classified as one-handed swords.

This set of legendary weapons was originally the weapon of the Burning Legion Eredar Doomguard Officer Azzinoth. Before the Cataclysm of the War of the Ancients, Azzinoth was killed by an egg. Illidan took Azzinoth’s weapons, and ten thousand years later, Illidan could even use them more skillfully than the old master of the warblade.

Its biggest feature is its insane attack speed. When the battle blade special effect is triggered, the whole person is like a tornado, and you can’t see his figure at all. Even a piece of sashimi as thick as a thumb or an egg can be cut into hundreds of pieces evenly for you to see within one second.

Not to mention the enemies!

Holding a pair of Twin Blades of Azzinoth is like automatically learning the Lying Corpse Sword Technique. With a gust of wind, all the enemies will lie down.

Regardless of whether Malfurion thinks it’s cool or not, if Duke were here, Illidan’s action of crossing his two swords behind his back would be super cool.

"Okay! What do you want me to do?"

"I heard that the vanguard of the Burning Legion is using a magical device called the Skull of Gul’dan to pollute Felwood. Malfurion and I are going to wake up more sleeping druids. Could you please go and purify Felwood first?"

"no problem!"

So Illidan rushed to Felwood with more than a hundred archers and huntresses.

Free air... doesn’t smell very good.

Because what was echoing over the Felwood Forest was a smell that he was extremely familiar with ten thousand years ago - the smell of the devil.

The night elves around him could not understand Illidan’s thoughts. They just followed Illidan purely by following Tyrande’s orders.

"Weak...weak...too weak." Illidan muttered to himself.

"What are you talking about, my Lord?"

"I’m talking about myself, and I’m also talking about you..."

"Ah!" The female hunter captain blushed and raised the whirling blade in her hand: "I have been trained for two thousand years..."

She was talking, but Illidan was not listening. His thoughts had gone back to the War of the Ancients ten thousand years ago.

It was an era when demons were rampant, and it was also an era when strong people emerged in large numbers.

The sky was filled with powerful dragons, but even the dragons that blocked out the sky and the sun were still unable to withstand the terrifying offensive of the Burning Legion.

As the War of the Ancients intensified, the wrath of the Burning Legion almost pushed people to despair.

Even today, the flying dragons, which are regarded as the most powerful existence by the new generation of night elves, are still falling from the sky like dumplings.

In that battle, Illidan tried desperately to stop the army attacking Black Rook Fortress. He kept using Mana Burn, a terrifying skill that even spared no friendly forces.

Illidan always believed that after burning out all the mana in his body, those demons were just big targets.

Compared to the efficiency of killing enemies, the Moon Guardian on his side lost mana and even life, which was not worth mentioning. Unfortunately, because of his extreme fighting style, he was removed from the leadership position of the mage army.

This blow made him even angrier.

Eventually, Illidan also left the Night Elf Army, but he embarked on a completely different path from his brother. He believed that arcane magic could not gain an advantage in war, so he turned to trying to understand and control the power of demons. To this end, Illidan chose the most direct way: pretending to join the Burning Legion.

Sargeras himself was very satisfied with this. He personally injected powerful power into Illidan through the portal, but this also made Illidan realize a desperate fact - the legion attacking Azeroth was just a drop in the ocean. In the countless broken worlds of the twisting void, there were more hungry demon armies than stars and more incalculable.

What’s even more terrifying is that demons cannot be killed outside the twisting void. Unless their souls can be destroyed, their souls will return to the void and soon reunite into a body. After learning this horrible truth, Illidan played the Infernal Affairs more smoothly.

Ten thousand years of imprisonment made Illidan extremely weak.

An instinctive hunger was constantly tormenting him. Just like the orcs who had been controlled by the demon blood of the Abyss Lord Mannoroth, the evil demon power had a strong addictiveness that was difficult for outsiders to understand.

His breathing became rapid and his perception became blurred, but one thing became clearer and clearer in his vision. It was a cluster of black light pillars rising into the sky that the night elves around him could not detect. Only those who had been exposed to the power of the devil could see the light pillars clearly!

"You should work in small teams and hunt demons in the forest separately. Then gather here at sunset." Illidan sent away the sentinel who didn’t want to stay by his side in the first place.

Just over ten seconds later, Illidan tilted his head to the left and spoke coldly: "Come out! My eyes are blind, but the demonic fire in my eye sockets allows me to see everything I should see."

right!

That was one of the consequences of playing Infernal Affairs 10,000 years ago. The demon king Sargeras personally destroyed his eyes, burning all the muscles in his eye sockets, even exposing part of his skull at the edges, and replaced them with two evil energies in his eye sockets...

The power of the same origin cannot be hidden from each other.

A death knight with pale hair and wearing heavy black skeleton armor appeared from behind a big tree. The rune giant sword in his hand, which exuded an extremely evil aura, made Illidan subconsciously pick up the Twin Blades of Azzinoth.

"Who! Are! You? " Illidan shouted.

"Death Knight Arthas Menethil! King of the Kingdom of Lordaeron across the Endless Sea! The most loyal servant of His Majesty the Lich King!"

Illidan’s muscles twitched, and if he still had eyes, it would have been a squinting motion.

"Before I kill you, you better tell me what you’re doing!"

"Hoo, hoo, hoo!" The air seemed to pass through Arthas’ cold nostrils and spray out to the outside world meaninglessly, but Illidan sensitively felt the purity of the dark power in Arthas’ body: "Do you know what is corroding the Felwood Forest?"

"The Skull of Gul’dan!" A sneer appeared at the corner of Illidan’s mouth.

Arthas was obviously caught off guard, but he quickly reacted: "You are right! But you are only half right..."

"What do you mean?" As if unconsciously, Illidan pointed the tip of the crescent-shaped blade in his right hand at the death knight’s chest.

"It is indeed the Skull of Gul’dan! But you cannot imagine how powerful this artifact is!"

Illidan was silent.

Arthas’ voice was full of temptation: "As long as you absorb the power inside, with your qualifications, it is not impossible to become a demigod..."

Suddenly, a sarcastic expression appeared on Illidan’s face again: "If it is really so powerful, why don’t you use it yourself?"

Arthas spread his hands: "Because I am no longer a living person! The dark power I use is derived from the fel energy of the Burning Legion, but it is different from the fel energy. To be precise, mine is the power of death!"

"Do you think this is really what I’m asking?" Illidan had already assumed a fighting stance.

Arthas could only explain: "My master, the Lich King, will be happy to see you steal this artifact from the demons. Since the advent of Archimonde, the Scourge has been taken over, and my master is very unhappy. He believes that it is necessary to teach those arrogant demons a small lesson. Of course, as subordinates of the Burning Legion, we... cannot do this ourselves."

When Arthas said this, Illidan finally smiled.

This explanation finally made Illidan happy.

As someone who once defected to the Burning Legion, even if he was pretending, he knew more about the Burning Legion’s affairs than most creatures in this world.

Any large organization in the world must have factions within it.

In addition to the core Eredar, which are the demons in the eyes of the people of Azeroth, the Burning Legion is actually further divided into the Dreadlords, the Pit Lords and so on. It is not surprising to have an additional undead race.

Even though they are not good people, when it comes to sincere cooperation, it’s really haha.

From Tyrande’s brief explanation, Illidan also knew that the Scourge had fought for their lives in Azeroth and suffered for more than ten years before they finally got through, but as soon as Archimonde came, they were plucked away.

Illidan readily accepted Arthas’ explanation.

"Alright! I will go to the Skull of Gul’dan. Once I find out that you have deceived me, I will make you suffer even if I have to chase you to the end of hell!"

The two men who stood at the top of the powerful in this era lost contact with each other, each carrying their own unspeakable little secrets.

Arthas looked at the place where Illidan disappeared. When he could no longer sense the evil night elf hero, he sneered, "Poor clown! Just dance well in the palm of the great Lich King!"

Originally, this little story would have ended here.

Illidan will fall again, and the Lich King’s Scourge will have the opportunity to break away from the control of the Burning Legion.

but...

Just as Arthas called on Kel’Thuzad to open the portal, an accident happened.

"Ka——"

Without any warning, a beam of golden light suddenly shot out from the torn void where the portal was supposed to open.

Even though Arthas was a veteran of hundreds of battles, he only had time to turn sideways and make a half-parrying posture.

It was a terrifying golden light that seemed to be able to split the entire chaotic dark world in half!

The left shoulder pauldron of the epic armor on Arthas was instantly blown up and evaporated in the golden light!

"Who—who is it!?" Although he was not injured, Arthas’s frightened and angry voice sounded like a seriously injured beast!

He had no idea who was attacking him!

Why would such a pure user of Holy Light appear in the land of the Night Elves who believe in the doctrine of nature?!

This is not some random paladin!

The ones coming are definitely those who stand at the top of the Paladins!

Arthas screamed, not intending to sit still and wait for death: "Come out! My servant!"

An evil black aura suddenly erupted from his body, like dropping a huge bomb on a calm lake. The sudden burst of dark power summoned over a hundred elite skeleton monsters in one breath.

Be it a giant bear that had died long ago, or a half-rotten night blade leopard, they broke free from the shackles of the soil from every corner of the forest and crawled out to respond to the call of their new masters.

However, this is of no use.

Another golden light gushed out from the void.

Different from the golden light just now.

If the sword light just now was indestructible, it was sharp enough to cut through everything.

Now, this is the heavy hammer that crushes everything, and the ray of light that purifies the heaven and earth!

Arthas was extremely horrified to find that the undead thugs he had just summoned turned into ashes in the blink of an eye.

Just in front, behind, and around him, in the air less than ten centimeters above the ground, purple-blue portals suddenly opened.

What followed was a group of people that Arthas absolutely did not want to see.

"Alexandros? Are you here to avenge Terenas?" Arthas bit his lip!

"Hmph! You are a rebellious son who murdered your father and king! You have no right to call your father and me by our names!" Mograine had a ferocious look on his face, and he looked like a miniature sun burning with golden flames.

"Arthas, have you ever regretted killing your father?" As if he was teasing, but also as if he was talking about something extremely serious, Saidan Dathrohan, carrying a huge long-handled warhammer, took a step forward behind Arthas’ left.

"No need to say too much to this kind of fallen man! It is the duty of us, the protectors of the Holy Light, to destroy evil!" On the right side of Arthas, Turalyon pointed the divine sword Quel’Zaram at Arthas’ neck!

These three paladins alone were enough to make Arthas’s scalp tingle.

But it’s not just that!

Behind him, Duke appeared with his arm around Sylvanas’s waist.

A little further away, there are five of them: Lirath, Liadrin, Jaina, Rhonin, and Kael’thas!

Except for Jaina who seems to join the battle, the other four are obviously on guard against possible reinforcements that Arthas may bring.

A dragnet of heaven and earth!

There is no way to heaven!

There is no way to enter the ground!

The fear from the depths of his soul spread throughout Arthas’ body!

How is this possible!?

Why are Duke and his strongest men here?

Isn’t this a top-secret mission that His Majesty the Lich King personally assigned to me?

If Arthas could still sweat now, he would be sweating profusely, cold sweat.

The matter of tempting Illidan was something that only he and Kel’Thuzad knew from beginning to end, apart from the Lich King.

Unfortunately, there is no time for Arthas to think about life!

The dazzling light came in a flash.

With his long golden hair and beard blowing in the wind, Mograine was more terrifying than a roaring lion with its bloody mouth opened wide. The huge Ashebringer chopped down on his head, and the overwhelming golden holy light waves alone made Arthas’ soul tremble.

This attack reminded him of his mentor Uther!

Perhaps this golden light is not as pure and holy as Uther’s, and it is even mixed with anger that can be used by conspirators, but "hate of evil" is also a powerful spiritual force. Under the extremely exaggerated blessing and amplification of this artifact, for a moment, Arthas felt that his dark power was as small as a sampan that was about to be swallowed by the huge waves.

If Arthas was still the Arthas who had just killed his father and whose soul had not yet been completely corrupted, he might have knelt under this blow.

Things are different now!

He is not afraid of just Mograine.

"Invincible!" the Death Knight called out to his beloved horse.

The undead warhorse, which had been dead for a long time and had long been firmly connected with Arthas at the soul level, leaped out from the void, and in a split second that seemed like a split second to outsiders, it had already become one with Arthas and his horse.

It was a charge that almost exceeded the limits of what the naked eye could capture!

Mograine’s angry blow easily turned the 120-degree fan-shaped area in front of him into dust, but Arthas and his beloved horse were not within this range and narrowly escaped at the last moment.

If it weren’t for Turalyon’s extremely calm interception, Arthas’ escape would have been perfect!

However, Turalyon, who was known as the calmest and most intelligent of the Five Silver Saints, had the most vicious attack. He took a big step forward and swept out with his sword.

The sword seems to be extremely slow, but when you think it is still far away from you, it is already within reach in the next moment.

When you thought there was still one foot left, the golden edge of the sword had almost cut through Arthas’ pupils.

With no choice, Arthas suddenly hunched his chest and abdomen and tilted his neck back, thus avoiding Turalyon’s sword, which was clearly a fair attack but looked like a sneak attack.

At this time, Saidan’s Holy Light Hammer arrived.

Unlike his two fellow tycoons who possessed divine weapons, Saidan’s hammer was only of epic grade. Of course, he didn’t dare to go head-to-head with the famous Frostmourne. But as one of the Five Silver Saints, and even the most skilled paladin, he was the first paladin who could use the hammer in a variety of ways.

His steps are steady and he always leaves room for maneuver.

Then, his hammer gave others the feeling of - an embroidery needle!

It was meant to hit Arthas’ left shoulder, but it hit his right ribs instead. Arthas hastily adjusted the position of Frostmourne, but it didn’t even make contact, and the huge hammer swung away lightly.

By the time Arthas realized that this was an extremely gorgeous feint, Mograine’s next sword had already swept over with the Paladin’s seal.

Arthas croaked, "Despicable! Is this the fair way of a paladin?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the three Holy Light haters started to criticize!

"Hmph! Justice only exists among those with conscience!" Turalyon was the most polite.

"Fallen! Accepting the ultimate judgment is your only destiny!" Mograine opened fire directly.

"You want justice? I have the Seal of Justice here! Come, take it!" Saidan was talking nonsense as usual.

Duke next to him is also drunk!

Is the second fool really stupid? Talking about justice with a group of guys who are born as charlatans?

A Paladin who cannot use Holy Light to fool the enemy is not a good Paladin.

Haven’t you heard the story that the five-kidney fighter and the goddess can’t tell?

Paladins are not only invincible, but if you really try to reason with them, you will never be able to do it. Perhaps this is why when Du used to duel with Paladins in the game, it would often turn into a bladder game, and whoever could hold their urine the best would win...

However, when it comes to a war of attrition, even a sane Arthas would know that it is disadvantageous.

Both holy light artifacts posed a great threat to him.

In a one-on-one fight, he still has the confidence to win by relying on the shameless trait of Frostmourne. A one-on-two fight is already a bit of a stretch, and a one-on-three fight... unless he can open a gap in a short period of time, he will be exhausted to death.

This is what Duke planned. After all, Arthas is not yet the Lich King who is so powerful that he can defeat many powerful people!

So he knew that Arthas would definitely choose to break out.

And the direction of breakthrough is naturally - Saidan Dathrohan!

Among the three muscular men besieging the idiot, he is the only one without a magic weapon. Who else can he attack if not you?

After being in Azeroth for so long, Duke has figured out that the first prerequisite for the so-called heroic realm is to become a professional who is proficient in the three major talents of that profession.

It’s like a mage who is not proficient in the three elements of Frost, Fire and Arcane, he can’t even call himself a great mage!

As one of the Five Silver Saints, Saidan of course likes to play with his two-handed hammer, just like playing golf with a high fly ball. With a downward swing, he can directly hit the zombie’s head dozens of meters away. It is his favorite entertainment program on the battlefield.

But with Arthas, Saidan could never be too careful.

Facing the counterattack of Frostmourne, since he was holding a one-handed hammer in his right hand, Saidan’s left hand was of course equipped with a shield. The epic shield he directly used was not surprisingly destroyed by the rune greatsword.

So what?

Originally, Saidan had anticipated the shield to burst, and even the direction of his arm blocking was parallel to the magic sword. He would directly unload the force and dodge at the moment of the shield bursting. Anyway, Mograine and Turalyon would be able to kill him in the next moment.

What made Arthas mad was that Saidan actually carried more than a dozen epic shields, and he kept taking out one shield after another from the storage space by magic. Even if one of them broke, he would immediately replace it with another one in the blink of an eye.

You know, Arthas almost had to bear the fierce attacks from several other people. After finally avoiding Mograine’s cleavage, he had to use unimportant parts of his body to take Turalyon’s attacks several times before he found a chance to chop Saidan.

Not to mention, he also had to withstand the sudden attacks from Sylvanas and the woman he once loved most - Jaina.