Stormwind Wizard God
Chapter 770: Arthas

Chapter 770: Arthas

It is no exaggeration to say that Arthas has hatred towards most of the most powerful people in the alliance present.

The murder of his father caused thousands of miles of blood to flow in Lordaeron, Dalaran, and Quel’Thalas. Even if it was not direct, it was an indirect hatred.

Therefore, even when Sylvanas drew her bow and drew her arrow, she bit her lips, and scarlet blood oozed from the corners of her bright red mouth. If you didn’t know, you would think she was injured.

Are you hurt?

Yes! That was the emotional damage Sylvanas suffered from the destruction of her favorite forest.

Now, any high elf, oh, now it’s a blood elf, would want to tear Arthas into pieces and feed it to the dogs!

Of course, Arthas had a lot of people who hated him. The Scourge was as strong as it was, and the number of its troops was proportional to the number of people who hated it.

They massacred at least two to three million people in Lordaeron and other places, and then dug up people’s ancestral graves and let countless skeletons dance on the graves. If this is not public ridicule, then what is public ridicule?

He is the culprit, the main tank (MT) who specializes in attracting aggro, and he can definitely attract aggro steadily.

The interesting thing is that there is a person in the world who can make the hatred of him, the MT and boss, as steady as a rock, and this person’s name is naturally - Edmund Duke!

Arthas became powerful after his fall, of course, because he was gifted. Another major reason was that he was spiritually corrupted, not those idiots who had lost their self-awareness. Those ghost things, even if their attributes were strong enough, would be easily found to have flaws and destroyed.

So his hatred for Duke never disappeared.

Previously, Duke used the illusion of Jaina to tease him outside the city of Dalaran, and asked his subordinates to cut off one of his hands.

Then there was Jaina herself who came to beat him up!

The shame of being defeated!

The shame of having your wife taken away!

Almost the moment Duke appeared, he ignited Arthas’ entire soul!

Duke had learned a lot of things since he came to this world, but there was one thing he absolutely hadn’t learned well, and that was court etiquette. Many times, when he had to use it, he would call it up from the system, enter it into his mind, and then delete it when he came back.

Duke didn’t know that for kings and leaders, even when they are walking on the street, their followers are subject to iron rules.

Didn’t you see in the news that whenever the number one leader appears, it must be that he is many steps ahead of the others and is the first to appear?

The others who just seemed to come out of the portal casually and were about to surround Arthas were fine and were all standing in their respective positions.

But Duke came out with his arms around Sylvanas’s waist.

It’s not a dance, it has nothing to do with etiquette. In broad daylight, they hugged each other without any obstruction. You are lying if you say your sister is having an affair.

Okay, you are so passionate about this, but I can just pretend I can’t see it, okay?

The problem lies with Jaina.

As soon as she appeared, she caught Arthas’s attention.

But Jaina’s position made Arthas feel a sense of shame and anger from the deepest part of his soul!

That is a station with special meaning.

Among the nobility, only those with the same status can be ranked side by side.

The only one who can stand beside the king is the king, or his queen.

Duke is a Grand Duke. According to the rules, he has no right to appear side by side with Sylvanas, even if he comes out of the portal.

If you, Duke, are the commander-in-chief of the alliance, that shouldn’t be the case according to your military rank.

Well, even if you are the husband of the queen of the Sin’dorei Kingdom, you should still lag behind. From ancient times to the present, those who eat gigolos are despised. The son-in-law of the Celestial Empire and the husband of the king of Azeroth are all borrowed for reproduction. They are used as mascots in major ceremonies, but they are just scum at other times.

Why should Jaina, wearing the Queen’s Crown, be half a step behind Duke’s left?

Farther than a minister, yet closer than a queen.

What position is that?

Please refer to the relationship between former Kul Tiras King Daelin and Jaina Golden Sword!

If Arthas could still deceive himself with the lame excuse that the three-meter-wide portal was a little narrow when he first appeared, then as the battle progressed, he could no longer deceive his own heart!

Why can Sylvanas fire at full speed and use the Aimed Shot that requires charging at will?

That’s because in addition to a few Paladin vanguards, she has Duke’s cover.

It just so happened that Jaina was protecting Duke, and sometimes she even intentionally or unintentionally blocked Arthas’ possible Death Grip.

Arthas always had a subtle attachment to his childhood sweetheart. He even asked Kel’Thuzad if there was a way to turn Jaina into undead while preserving her beauty.

There are many answers.

Either the Death Banshee or the Corpse ms. are fine.

Finding an opportunity to corrupt Jaina’s mind, and then using an evil death ritual to turn Jaina into the woman of his dreams, and then rule Lordaeron forever, this is one of the few dreams that Arthas has besides licking the Lich King.

Arthas has always kept an eye on Jaina. Many members of the Cult of the Damned who lurk among humans keep revealing intelligence about humans to him. Ordinary members are purely spiritually corrupt, and there is no evil power in their bodies, so the Holy Light cannot detect them.

He also knew that Duke had broken off his engagement with Jaina.

This is undoubtedly a great humiliation to the girl’s family.

Arthas even felt that his chance had come.

But now, everything is broken!

He never expected that Jaina, who had been broken off and even inherited the throne as queen, was still protecting Duke, and even protecting Duke’s new love!

This kind of pain is a million times more painful than throwing him into the flames of death.

He finally couldn’t stand it anymore and roared at Jaina.

"A’labaleooi——"

This sentence stunned almost everyone present.

Then Jaina gritted her teeth and replied in an ancient language.

The second fool was unwilling to ask another question.

Finally, after Jaina added this extremely cruel sentence, everyone felt as if Arthas had his face pressed to the ground and rubbed back and forth for a dozen times. His whole body became gray, like a dog that had been robbed by life.

Suddenly, the dark power in Ershazi’s body erupted violently, using almost a quarter of the dark power in his body as a bomb, and knocked everyone away with the violent explosion.

But, it was just to knock him away to make room.

Not to escape, nor to kill the enemy.

In a sense, this is a waste of energy. He is definitely at a big loss.

Everyone felt that something serious had happened in the previous conversation, because the expression on Arthas’ face was one of devastation.

Saidan, who was the most nosy, asked Mograine directly: "What did His Majesty Proudmoore do just now? It feels more effective than us hitting Arthas with a hundred hammers!?"

Mograine understood a lot, but he didn’t dare to speak out. Or rather, even if he understood, he pretended not to understand. He stammered, "It seems to be the ancient Arathi language."

Two thousand eight hundred years ago, Emperor Thoradin unified the human race, and the Arathi Empire was founded in the Arathi Highlands, so the ancient Arathi language is the predecessor of today’s human common language. But as time passed, the awkward and meaningless ancient Arathi language became a ceremonial language used only by the royal families and ceremonial officials of various countries in the most important sacrificial ceremonies.

Except for the real nobles or ceremonial officials who have passed down this art for nearly three thousand years, no one would learn it.

There were so many people in the audience, either they were elves who disdained to learn a special language created by humans, or they were a bunch of powerful humans who were born as ordinary people.

Logically speaking, even the more warrior-like Mograine couldn’t understand it all, and there wouldn’t be a fourth person who could understand it. But looking at Arthas trembling all over and Jaina with her chest rising and falling, Du was extremely annoyed.

From the moment he crossed over to Azeroth, Duke’s system AI would collect all the sounds around him, automatically analyzing and translating them, regardless of whether Duke noticed it or not.

So what Duke said about dominating all languages ​​in Azeroth is absolutely not an exaggeration at all.

So Duke understood.

The four sentences can be translated into simple terms as follows:

Arthas: "Why do you have to help Duke!?"

Jaina: "Because your boss’s boss, Archimonde, killed my father, elder brother and other relatives. I want revenge! I want to destroy the Burning Legion."

At least it’s politically correct, isn’t it?

But starting from the third paragraph, things started to change!

Arthas surrendered and said: "This world has no hope. The Burning Legion is destined to win. You might as well come earlier. Even if you were once Duke’s fiancée, I don’t mind. I will make you my queen and rule the world of Azeroth forever. If there is a chance, I will help you overthrow the Burning Legion."

Don’t say anything carelessly. Throughout history, many people have lost their heads for saying the wrong thing.

If the Lich King Ner’zhul had not already rebelled, Arthas, as Ner’zhul’s loyal dog, would not have dared to say such words. He thought he had truly fallen and become cold-blooded, but his memories and the emotions he had lost once still made him impulsive.

In fact, he regretted it as soon as he said it.

If Jaina really agreed, he would feel that he had made a good deal.

Look! Duke and Sylvanas, that couple, are showing off their affection! It’s so bright! Ji MM, he doesn’t love you at all, why do you have to follow him? Why don’t you come to me and be a queen!

Who knew that Jaina’s ultimate weapon would arrive without warning at this moment!

The original text is no longer available, but the sentence that Duke’s system AI translated for him is very ancient-

"I’d rather be a hero’s concubine than a monster’s wife!"

No wonder the self-proclaimed King of Lordaeron, Prince Arthas Menethil, of extremely noble blood, suffered 100 million points of critical damage to his soul.

Throw the shame out of the atmosphere and straight into the universe!

Is there?

Jaina actually declared, even if I become the queen of Kul Tiras, one of the seven kingdoms of mankind! I would rather be Duke’s mistress with no name or status than be your queen, Arthas!

This is simply like digging out his burning loser heart, smashing it to pieces on the ground, then spitting on him, urinating on him, and then soaking it in a pit of manure for 49 days, and finally dragging it out to be paraded through the streets for everyone in the world to know!

To say that it was an insult to him was overestimating the word "insult".

"Tied his body to the pillar of shame and whipped for ten thousand years" is not enough to describe the shame he suffered!

Arthas collapsed.

Here, Duke bared his teeth and thought to himself, "Damn, no wonder Jaina became a legendary heroine in history. With her ability to make fun of others, she is clearly the best main MT in the Alliance!"

The tragedy is that Duke pretended not to understand and asked Jaina with concern, "What did you say just now? Why did Arthas’s face change so much?"

Even someone as thick-skinned as Jaina felt ashamed when she recalled the words she blurted out in anger just now. Even the snow-white skin exposed above the breastplate turned an alluring red.

Oscar-winning actress Jaina puffed out her chest and held in her stomach, speaking righteously, her skin flushed with excitement. "This despicable and shameless demon who killed his father and mentor and slaughtered millions of people of all races actually had the nerve to ask me to be his queen of death. I ruthlessly rejected him."

Damn it! How ruthless!

The future Lich King, a famous villain and super boss in history, had his last bit of dignity trampled on by you...

All right! Duke was secretly delighted!

This is not the socialite Jaina in the original history who was rumored to have emotional entanglements with several powerful people.

In this life, Jaina was sent to Edmund’s mansion when she was still a little girl. She was an apprentice, and she was a widow for Duke for ten years without getting married. She was also cruelly divorced by Duke, and she is still the original one.

If we have to say who is sorry to whom, it must be Duke who is sorry to Jaina.

If it were a fantasy novel about a broken engagement, and Ji MM was the male protagonist, then Jaina would definitely be Ji Aotian!

But it was such a noble girl like Jaina, who was now a queen, who said such things in excitement. How could Duke not be unhappy?

Even if I don’t dare to show it on my face.

It was so refreshing, as if all the 100,000 pores in my body had eaten ginseng fruits!

If it were possible to like Jaina, Duke would definitely hire 10,000 people as an army to give Jaina 1 trillion likes, putting Jaina directly on the headlines!

Compared to what Jaina did, the performances of actress Ji MM afterwards were nothing.

Jaina pretended to be panicked and stood behind Duke, holding Duke’s right arm with both hands, and exaggeratedly clamped Duke’s right arm with a pair of magic peaks, saying: "Duke! I accidentally angered this demon! You must protect me!"

"Okay! No problem! Leave it to me!" Duke, who often looks like a hero but is actually a coward, really took on the responsibility this time.

MM Ji has said this to this extent, and you still don’t protect her. You let her be taken away to be a dead man’s wife. Are you still the male protagonist?

This time, not only Duke stood in front of Jaina, the three paladins also quickly adjusted their positions. Mograine and Turalyon were like two door gods, blocking Duke on the left and right, while it was Saidan who stood behind Arthas.

Duke hooked his right index finger at the idiot in a very pretentious manner!

Although the Alliance had assembled almost all of its strongest men, treating them as a formidable enemy and fighting Arthas like a boss, everyone knew they had it as soon as the fighting started.

Last time, the powerful warriors of the Alliance and the Horde besieged Arthas near Dalaran but failed to completely defeat him. The most crucial reason was that Frostmourne was too damn powerful!

Not only is it extremely sharp, it also has a host of awesome special effects such as restoring health, weakening the enemy’s will, and releasing frost breath.

Ordinary epic weapons can’t do anything to Arthas. If they fight head-on, the only outcome is that the weapon will break in one blow. This is like letting a bronze long sword fight against a fine steel broadsword. There is no solution at all.

Otherwise, why would we have to sacrifice Orgrim?

Although it was because of the Dreadlord who rescued people at that time, it was ultimately because the Alliance and the Horde were not strong enough.

But today is different!

The two artifacts Quel’Zalamu and Ashebringer were used to maintain order, Saidan focused on defense, and Sylvanas dealt damage crazily.

Speaking of which, the strong men around, including Duke, hardly took any action from beginning to end.

Let alone one Dreadlord, even if there were half a dozen, Duke would be able to hold out for more than fifteen minutes. After all, not all Dreadlords were so awesome.

Besides, Illidan has already gone to trouble Tichondrius, the boss of the dreadlords. So there are only three dreadlords who are truly qualified to influence this battle.

Excluding those who still need to be in charge in Lordaeron, the most that can come is one dreadlord.

Besides, the dreadlords are taking over the Scourge according to Archimonde’s orders. Under normal circumstances, no one would come to save Arthas except the guys from Ner’zhul’s lineage!

Now is the time when Ner’zhul’s lineage is at its weakest. After all calculations, the only one who will come to save the idiot is the loyal Kel’Thuzad!

But Kel’thuzad wants to come and save people?

So as not to underestimate the alliance!

Almost at the same time when Jaina provoked Arthas again and sought refuge with Duke, a space portal suddenly appeared less than two meters away from Arthas.

At the same time, a huge portal as big as several basketball courts appeared above everyone’s heads, and from inside it, countless powerful undead monsters poured down without any effort.

"Go--" That was Kel’Thuzad’s voice!

Arthas suddenly woke up!

right!

This is all just a provocation!

After finally catching him, the Alliance is eager for him to fight to the death with these muscular charlatans!

Arthas couldn’t help but feel a warm feeling in his heart.

How ironic!

Unexpectedly, in the end, it was not the great lich Anasterian who submitted to him who came to save him, but Kel’Thuzad, whom he had once killed, who helped him at the critical moment.

"Hey! It’s worth it that I spent half the power of the Sunwell to resurrect you." This is what Arthas thought.

The strong peripheral warriors who had just been playing soy sauce for a long time suddenly perked up.

"Hah!" Liadrin shouted angrily, and the hammer and shield in her hands collided, making a crisp clanging sound. Even though she was a woman, her long-term front-line fighting made every posture of hers full of fierce oppression.

Of course, she knew that she was not the main force of the blocking force.

In terms of long-range attack output, those nearby are miles ahead of her.

Originally, Lirath pulled the string four times a second, and each triple shot was already very crazy.

But compared with humanoid artillery positions like Rhonin and Kael’thas, she is still weak.

Just when the three paladins were besieging Arthas, two great wizards of the Moonlight, who were second only to the Sun in the world, quickly built a temporary medium-sized war magic circle on the spot!

That’s right, not small, but medium.

The extremely powerful magic stone, which is enough to become a lifetime fortune for an ordinary Grand Magus wizard, was inserted into the nodes of the magic circle on the ground by these two rich guys as a source of auxiliary magic power for the magic circle.

Almost at the moment when those elite undead monsters in the sky emerged from the portal, violent firepower, like countless fireworks shooting up from the ground, made all kinds of strange noises and rushed straight into the sky.

Those were two magical rainstorms that seemed to violate the laws of nature, rising from the ground to the sky.

Rhonin’s arcane rainstorm and Kael’thas’s pillar of fire easily tore into pieces the horrible monsters that even the elite paladins had to spend a long time to deal with.

The body fragments that fell from the sky were blasted into even finer pieces by the seemingly endless secondary magic attack before they even hit the ground, turning into even finer pieces!

certainly!

All this is a diversion!

The focus has never been on these undead elite monsters!

Seeing that the cannon fodder was unable to interfere with the Alliance hunting team, Arthas couldn’t help but spat in his heart.

You have to rely on yourself!

Unfortunately, just as he swung his sword at Mograine and Turalyon, using the terrifying evil power to create a sword light to avoid them and was about to step into the portal, suddenly, a crisp "click" sound came from the portal in front of him.

It was a sound like a glass mirror being smashed.

To Arthas’ ears, this was undoubtedly the sound of destruction.

With his sensitivity to the elements, he sensed who the attacker was.

Following his senses, Arthas saw a guy who was no surprise - Edmund Duke!

Although Duke seems to be a bystander, he is actually the key to this hunt. Without Duke, Arthas can be rescued at any time!

As soon as Duke made a move, he crushed the portal that could have allowed the idiot to escape the tragedy!

Crossing tens of thousands of miles of space, sensing the location you want to teleport to, and then removing obstacles in the space channel between the entrance and exit of the portal, or directly avoiding all space cracks when building the space transmission channel, is this something that a mortal can do?

It’s impossible!

Before the magic civilization underwent several transformations and flourished in Azeroth as it did in later history, portals were the exclusive domain of mages above the Archmage level.

If you want to play well, you have to be at the Antonidas level.

It’s not that Duke’s space magic is completely superior to Kel’Thuzad’s, but that Duke has the huge advantage of being close!

At that time, it was amazing for human bows and arrows to be able to shoot fifty steps on flat ground. Any further than that was useless.

The same goes for magic. The greater the distance, the more the power is reduced.

Kel’Thuzad, who is still in Lordaeron City, wants to rescue the idiot across space. Has he asked Duke?

Duke doesn’t even have to put in much effort to crush Sir K’s unstable portals.

Arthas’s whole body was twitching like in spasms. He was angry!

He was not only angry at Duke for kicking him into a desperate situation, but also angry at Duke’s actions.

Because at this moment it was not Jaina who took the initiative to hug Duke, but Duke, with a righteous look, made a move to protect Jaina.

Well, hug my back with your right hand, put your wrist through Ji MM’s armpit, and hug me. Although the claw seems to be just unconsciously placed next to the right breastplate, it looks like Duke, the bastard, is holding up my goddess peak!

Jaina is not an idiot, nor is she an ordinary woman. The frost elements surrounding her body are connected to her magic circuits. It is no exaggeration to say that the ice elements around her are her second skin. How could she not sense Duke’s little action?

The damn thing is, she said such harsh words!

I think I would rather be Duke’s lover than the queen of Arthas!

Now your lover is here to help. If any of your unwilling details are noticed by Arthas, all the previous efforts will be in vain.

Jaina even began to doubt whether Duke, a peasant noble in the eyes of other dignitaries, understood the ancient Arathi language.

Well, that’s not the point.

Jaina never rejected Duke from the beginning to the end, but it was a pity that the girl who pursued the boy was unable to break through the deadly diamond yarn, which she had been trying for more than ten years.

What’s more, after Duke supported her in developing Theramore and promised to help her kill Archimonde in Mount Hyjal, the sincerity that she had never truly given seemed to show signs of melting.

It has nothing to do with any bad and helpless political deal. It is purely a strong woman’s appreciation for a man who is willing to support her career, and a woman’s faint admiration for a hero who is willing to help her avenge her family.

hehe!

So what if I’m a lover?

Even being a lover is better than being the queen of an ugly undead monster!

This is what Jaina really thought and did!

Knowing that Duke was taunting and wanted to keep Arthas, Jaina didn’t mind making it real. So she snuggled in Duke’s arms with a comfortable and extremely seductive expression. She wanted to take revenge on Arthas with action.

right!

It’s Archimonde that you summoned, you bastard!

No matter how much I hate my father, even if my elder brother is here and I can’t inherit the throne, it’s my family’s business. The demon you released killed my father, my elder brother and his family, it’s your fault! You are also my enemy!

Jaina, the socialite in history and the movie queen in this life, played the role of a lover brilliantly. She didn’t mind the presence of Sylvanas, who was theoretically Duke’s "first wife" at the moment. Her vivid expression clearly said - dear, harder, harder!

The actress’s performance aroused Arthas’s anger!

In a rare move, Arthas lost his mind after rescue by Kel’Thuzad became impossible.

"Ahhhhh——" Along with Arthas’ scream, the Frostmourne in his hand suddenly changed. The tall and wide sword body instantly became dim and unclear, like a tall vacuum cleaner nozzle, swallowing up the dark power within an unknown radius of kilometers.

Then Arthas began to charge!

That was a death charge that contained the strongest force he could muster. Every time he stepped on the ground, the area within dozens of steps would be pitch black, the grass and trees would wither, and all things would die!

Mograine and Turalyon clenched the artifacts in their hands with both hands, and the golden light emitted by Ashebringer and Quel’Zalamu became even more dazzling!

An opponent who is enraged to the point of losing his mind is certainly the best prey in the eyes of a hunter!

But the madness of a trapped beast’s fight is such that if you’re not careful you’ll end up losing yourself.

The faces of every strong man were filled with solemnity.

Finally, the first strike came without any frills.

An extremely simple blow to the head.

After the posture is corrected, there is no technical content. Almost every warrior has practiced the straight chop at least tens of thousands of times since childhood.

Because it is simple, it is pure!

Mograine could dodge, but he couldn’t!

Behind him were Duke and Jaina, and further away was Rhonin, who was standing in the magic circle and couldn’t move. He could retreat, Duke and Jaina could retreat, but Rhonin would definitely be in trouble!

We will be fighting Archimonde soon, so if possible, it would be best to preserve the combat power of every strong man now.

And, speaking of being righteous, after obtaining the Ashbringer, Mograine has never been afraid of anyone!

The next second, the heavy sound of light against darkness, power against power shook everyone’s eardrums.

"Bang!"

It was not the clanging sound of metal colliding, but the loud explosion of two forces colliding.

The whole world seemed to be split into two halves at this moment.

To the south is the blazing light of Mograine.

To the north lay the cold darkness of Arthas.

The violent intersection of light and darkness erupts here.

Within a radius of 100 meters, all existences that had nothing to do with light and darkness were crushed into dust by the violent energy.

Unfortunately, this is the Felwood Forest, which has begun to decay and is filled with death and evil.

In a sense, this is already half of Arthas’s home ground.

Mograine is very powerful. His wild and pure holy light is amplified by Ashbringer. From an individual perspective, he can certainly suppress Arthas. However, Arthas never fights alone. What is stored in Frostmourne is the dark power refined from nearly tens of millions of resentful spirits.

Arthas, with all his strength bursting out, knocked Mograine away almost at the first sight.

But it doesn’t matter, the next moment, Turalyon arrived.

Without giving Arthas any time to spare, the golden light of Quel’Zalamm directly dazzled Arthas’s undead vision.

Another tough fight between light and darkness!

This time, the combo was launched while Arthas’ old strength had just gone and his new strength had not yet been generated.

Turalyon was half successful. The brilliant golden light overwhelmed the dark black light, causing Arthas to stagger and take three steps back.

"Good opportunity!" Saidan Dathrohan seized the opportunity and pounced on Arthas from behind.

Arthas’s rune sword had been knocked to the left. In Saidan’s opinion, the fallen prince had only two directions to attack. One was to take advantage of the situation and stab Frostmourne from the left, but this would hit his prepared shield without any tricks. The other option was to use a stronger force to draw the sword and turn around to do a spinning slash. This was certainly powerful and powerful, but the problem was that it took more time.

If you can’t hit the enemy, everything is useless. Saidan also defended the right side.

But!

The terrifying Frostmourne stabbed out from an angle that Saidan had never expected. It was not until the evil black blade pierced through the armor and muscles of his chest that he realized what had happened.

Arthas stabbed himself in the abdomen with the magic sword and then stabbed him.

Mortals would perish together like this, but Arthas is an undead...

If Saidan Dathrohan had not entered the realm of heroes, such a tricky and mysterious attack would definitely cost him his life.

As one of the strongest warriors in the human camp, Saidan’s speed and reaction ability are undoubtedly past their peak age. At the age of 33, he is in the prime of a man’s life.

Perhaps his speed and reaction were not as good as when he had just changed his job to become a Paladin, after all, he was only 18 years old that year. But after so many years of military career, his combat skills and awareness were undoubtedly at the pinnacle.

From the Second War at the Dark Gate, to the second invasion of the Horde led by Ner’zhul, to the repeated tug-of-war with Grom Hellscream’s Warsong Clan in Tirisfal Glades, Saidan has always fought on the front lines.

So at the very end, even though Frostmourne had penetrated his sword and shield defense like a venomous snake and pierced his breastplate, and he could even feel the instantaneous stinging pain in his chest and the subsequent numbness brought by the freezing...

Even when others cried out in alarm and everyone thought he was doomed, he did not give up.

It was a backward leaning movement similar to the iron bridge in Chinese Kung Fu.

In the combat training of Azeroth, there has never been such a posture. The sword training of Lordaeron emphasizes the extremely strict T-step, with the two toes almost forked at 90 degrees, so that no matter whether moving forward or backward, moving left or right, one will be very flexible.

However, only experienced warriors who have fought against the Horde for a long time would understand that the T-step is nonsense in front of large enemies like orcs whose strength and speed are far greater than their own.

In the face of such a powerful and overwhelming force, as long as you use any means, no matter how awkward it is, you can dodge the first blow and teach those orcs with so many flaws how to behave.

Saidan knew that if he leaned back like this, he would still be dead as long as Arthas pressed down with his magic sword.

In this case, he only lived one tenth of a second longer than before!

But he had to gamble, the gamble was that someone would come to rescue him in the next moment.

It couldn’t be Mograine, and it couldn’t be Turalyon, they both tried their best.

Then...will the final salvation in despair come?

Saidan prayed in the deepest despair.

Then, he saw the light!

Golden light!

Normally, this golden light is impossible for non-priests to have!

However, the undoubted sacred aura told him that it was indeed holy light.

Saidan opened his mouth wide, as if he saw the angel who came to exorcise evil spirits.

Although that angel looks strange...

He was wearing the typical blue and white knight’s uniform with gold trimmings from the Stormwind, but he didn’t have a single piece of armor on his body. There was nothing wrong with this, except that this angel who descended from the sky held a staff emitting purple-blue light in one hand, and a holy golden sword that looked more like a sword used in a major ceremony in the other.

It was a sword strike that was precise to the extreme.

That is also the sword that saves life.

It was like the most skillful tailor in the world, threading a needle and hitting the blade of Frostmourne with incredible precision.

If it was an ordinary epic longsword, it would be impossible to block or delay Arthas’s magic sword at all, but this sword exudes the same sacred light as Quel’Zalamm!

"Ding!" A crisp sound touched everyone’s heartstrings.

A miracle...happened!

The slender holy sword miraculously forced away the blade of Frostmourne that was originally about to chop down. Even though Arthas had already lowered his wrist with force, it was just this slight difference in force that caused his sword to change from a downward chop to a diagonal chop to the right.

Saidan seized the tiny barrier between life and death. He sank his right shoulder and rolled on the ground in an ugly manner, but he finally avoided the fate of being ripped open.

This was not without cost. The breastplate on his right chest was shattered into pieces, leaving a horrific wound four centimeters deep across his chest. The black icy aura was eroding Saidan’s body at a high speed.

Without even a tenth of a second of hesitation, Saidan Dathrohan directly used his ultimate move.

Holy Healing!

A unique skill that can turn the tide of life and death at a critical moment. A skill that a Paladin who has not entered the realm of heroes is not even qualified to use. The core of this skill is to exhaust every drop of power and every bit of holy light in the user’s body, and then burst out in an instant to heal the target.

As long as the target is still alive, his health will be restored instantly, and Xin Chun Ge will revive him on the spot!

Under the dazzling holy light, not only did the wound on Saidan’s chest heal in the blink of an eye, but he also forced out all the icy aura and dark power that Frostmourne had shot into his body in one breath.

Of course, such a powerful move does not come without a price.

Saidan, who was as lively and strong as a bull a moment ago, now has the mental state of an old man in his seventies, listless and depressed.

After all, this was a life-saving move that drained all of his energy.

From physical strength, to magic power, to blood, to mental strength, all were drained away.

When the angel used the perfect Arcane Blast to knock Saidan away, pushed him out of the main battlefield, and threw him next to another paladin, Liadrin, everyone breathed a sigh of relief and suddenly discovered the truth about the "angel".

Damn, why does this guy look exactly like Duke?

Impossible! ?

No, no, no! This guy is Duke!

"You..." Turning his head, Arthas’s face was extremely ferocious. This was a counterattack he had planned for a long time, but it was ruined by an unexpected person.

But that person was Duke, the person he hated the most!

How is this possible!?

He suddenly pulled Frostmourne out of his body, and the wound made a corrosive sound similar to sawing rotten wood. At the same time, Arthas once again fended off the siege of Mograine and Turalyon.

At this time, the two sides resumed the confrontation.

Jaina looked very unhappy: "Is this your plan!?"

Arthas swung his magic sword, and a wave of icy ripples spread across the affected area.

"Plot? No! This is your plot. I fell into the trap! I really fell into the trap." At this time, Arthas turned his head to look at Duke, revealing a cruel smile: "You know what? Duke, you are really good at taking advantage of people’s hearts. You provoked me, and you and Jaina really hurt my heart. It’s a pity..."

"You don’t have any humanity left! But you keep pretending that you still have some..." Duke said with great certainty.

"Yes! Human nature is indeed a burden. If it were my old self, I would have been affected." Arthas’ smile was full of teasing. He turned his head to Jaina again: "Of course, if you don’t stimulate my bad memory, I might not do anything and just do my Lord’s task. But if there is a chance, I don’t mind turning all the women you Edmund Duke cares about into corpse maidens, and all the men into death knights or liches."

Corpse princess?

Although I don’t understand what this is, I can infer from the literal meaning that it is probably about turning the beautiful princess into a ghost for viewing and amusement.

Jaina’s face turned red in an instant, not only because of the anger at these words, but also because she had just pretended to be a lover, and no matter whether it was real or fake, she now looked as ridiculous as a clown.

Is it easy to let the queen of a country stage a big show here?

Fortunately, Duke came to Jaina’s rescue: "Your Majesty Proudmoore, thank you for your hard work in the exploratory operation. Please leave the rest to me. Send Thorhan to Theramore first, and then come back as soon as possible."

"Okay!" Jaina did as she was told.

Temptation?

Yes! Maybe it was a test, or maybe it was just an act. Anyway, Duke never expected to kill Arthas, a super boss who could fight and carry.

In order to make the destabilizing factors disappear early, no matter it was the goddess of fate or some other existence suddenly intervening, Duke had to kill Arthas here. Taking a step back, at least ensure that he could not participate in the Battle of Mount Hyjal.

That’s right, Arthas did not appear in the historical Battle of Mount Hyjal. He and Ner’zhul were also excluded from the main force of the Burning Legion because they were affiliated with Kil’jaeden.

Duke didn’t dare to gamble.

After all, even Kazzak can jump out against the original history, and even Deathwing can be killed in advance. Duke really doesn’t know whether Archimonde will let Arthas enter the field to take the blame if he is forced into a corner.

Duke couldn’t imagine what would happen if another super boss entered the battlefield during a very tight battle. It would be a fatal outcome, not a bloodbath.

Now, it has been proven that the power of the Archmage class is completely useless to Arthas.

Just now, Jaina’s icicles and frost arrows began to disintegrate automatically before they reached the five-meter radius around Arthas. From the physical solid, it instantly decomposed into water vapor, followed by the wandering frost element.

To make matters worse, the wandering frost elementals were in turn summoned by Arthas.

Duke sensed it briefly and found that even with his Dawn-level strength, he could not cause much damage to Arthas, who was basically a demigod.

In his heart, Duke spat fiercely.

But it doesn’t matter.

Duke took up his stance, muttering silently in his heart: "Alright! Now I’m making a staff with my left hand and selling swords with my right hand! From ten meters away, I can lower your IQ! From a hundred meters away, I can hurt people with my meanness, how can you stop me?!"

Taking a deep breath, Duke got into position.

In this era when battle mages are still a novelty, Duke’s posture of writing a mage, pronounced as a berserker, confused not only the enemies but even his own people.

"Alexandros, Turalyon, you guys go ahead, I will use my phantom clones to support you."

Mograine and the other two secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Duke is not a genuine melee fighter at all, and I have never had any cooperation with him. If his small body were to rush over, I really don’t know how to cooperate with him.

That’s right, Duke is not short and has muscles as strong as steel bars, but he is not wearing armor!

Although no armor can withstand the full force of Frostmourne, if an elite ghoul comes, the epic armor they are wearing will come in handy.

Luckily Duke is a phantom coming to help.

The battle started again.

Now Mograine and Turalyon became the vanguards, attacking Arthas from the left and right. Queen Aziz continued to wait for opportunities to shoot arrows, while the Berserker Duke shouted, "May the light shine on you!" and rushed forward.

No one expected that the scene would be completely different.

A phantom of Duke appeared ten meters in front of Arthas. It did nothing but cast Slow Down on the idiot!

The magic of the Grand Magus can affect demigods, even if it is very slight, but Turalyon and the other two immediately felt the difference.

It’s a matter of life and death, this is no exaggeration.

The other clone was even more ferocious. It held a staff in its left hand and a sword in its right hand. It transformed directly into a thief, rushed forward and stabbed Arthas’ back wildly.

Arthas’s nose was almost crooked with anger.

He is a dead man.

He used his advantage as an immortal to the fullest.

Used Broken Arm to kill Orgrim.

It had just passed through his body and almost killed a general of the alliance.

But he had never seen such a shameless person, who actually used his clone to rush over with two weapons and launched a fierce attack.

As a human being, there are too many things to defend: if a leg is chopped off, you will be unable to walk; if a hand is chopped off, you will be unable to attack; if an artery is punctured, you will bleed to death; if a vital part is injured, you will also die.

But what weakness could a clone have when he holds two weapons?

Either he had to blow up these two weapons directly, or he had to cross a distance of nearly 100 meters and attack Duke’s body. Otherwise, Arthas would only have the option of being beaten.

If Duke’s two weapons were rubbish, or were simply magic attacks, Arthas wouldn’t care. The problem was that one of these two things was a semi-artifact Ice Queen, and the other was a strange holy sword that looked like a clone of Quel’Zaram and was even more of an artifact quality.

One was used as a feeding bottle to supply magic power, and the other was used extremely lightly to stab the wound on the back of the idiot that had just been caused by the idiot himself.

Frostmourne pierced Arthas’ abdomen, but did not cause any substantial damage, but it also pierced through the ink-black skeleton armor on Arthas’ body.

Anyway, it was the clone who went up, and the shameless Duke directly ordered the clone to stab continuously at a speed of more than ten swords per second, using the holy sword as a flower sword.

"Hehehe! Look at my Sword-wielding Skill, Du Xiaoyao!" said Duke with a wicked smile.

"It’s you!?" Arthas didn’t even look at the two paladins, but stared at Duke, who was wearing tight clothes and holding a staff in his left hand and a sword in his right hand.

Over there, Saidan, who had managed to save his life, subconsciously covered his chest. With the help of Liadrin, he raised his head with a weak breath: "Damn it! Don’t tell me that you, the Archmage of the Sun, are actually a warrior."

Hearing Saidan’s teasing tone, Turalyon secretly breathed a sigh of relief. If he could still tell jokes, it meant he wouldn’t die. No matter what, Saidan owed Duke a life.

By the way, when did Duke become a melee professional?

But it doesn’t matter, these are comrades!

It is always better to surprise your comrades than to shock your enemies.

A sense of trust evolved from gratitude arises naturally.

However, a new problem arose. Without Saidan Dathrohan, the siege was broken. Everyone knew that although Liadrin had entered the realm of heroes, she was not even close to the strongest of the five silver saints.

At this time, the two sides resumed the confrontation.

Jaina looked very unhappy: "Is this your plan!?"

Arthas swung his magic sword, and a wave of icy ripples spread across the affected area.

"Plot? No! This is your plot. I fell into the trap! I really fell into the trap." At this time, Arthas turned his head to look at Duke, revealing a cruel smile: "You know what? Duke, you are really good at taking advantage of people’s hearts. You provoked me, and you and Jaina really hurt my heart. It’s a pity..."

"You don’t have any humanity left! But you keep pretending that you still have some..." Duke said with great certainty.

"Yes! Human nature is indeed a burden. If it were my old self, I would have been affected." Arthas’ smile was full of teasing. He turned his head to Jaina again: "Of course, if you don’t stimulate my bad memory, I might not do anything and just do my Lord’s task. But if there is a chance, I don’t mind turning all the women you Edmund Duke cares about into corpse maidens, and all the men into death knights or liches."

Corpse princess?

Although I don’t understand what this is, I can infer from the literal meaning that it is probably about turning the beautiful princess into a ghost for viewing and amusement.

Jaina’s face turned red in an instant, not only because of the anger at these words, but also because she had just pretended to be a lover, and no matter whether it was real or fake, she now looked as ridiculous as a clown.

Is it easy to let the queen of a country stage a big show here?

Fortunately, Duke came to Jaina’s rescue: "Your Majesty Proudmoore, thank you for your hard work in the exploratory operation. Please leave the rest to me. Send Thorhan to Theramore first, and then come back as soon as possible."

"Okay!" Jaina did as she was told.

Temptation?

Yes! Maybe it was a test, or maybe it was just an act. Anyway, Duke never expected to kill Arthas, a super boss who could fight and carry.

In order to make the destabilizing factors disappear early, no matter it was the goddess of fate or some other existence suddenly intervening, Duke had to kill Arthas here. Taking a step back, at least ensure that he could not participate in the Battle of Mount Hyjal.

That’s right, Arthas did not appear in the historical Battle of Mount Hyjal. He and Ner’zhul were also excluded from the main force of the Burning Legion because they were affiliated with Kil’jaeden.

Duke didn’t dare to gamble.

After all, even Kazzak can jump out against the original history, and even Deathwing can be killed in advance. Duke really doesn’t know whether Archimonde will let Arthas enter the field to take the blame if he is forced into a corner.

Duke couldn’t imagine what would happen if another super boss entered the battlefield during a very tight battle. It would be a fatal outcome, not a bloodbath.

Now, it has been proven that the power of the Archmage class is completely useless to Arthas.

Just now, Jaina’s icicles and frost arrows began to disintegrate automatically before they reached the five-meter radius around Arthas. From the physical solid, it instantly decomposed into water vapor, followed by the wandering frost element.

To make matters worse, the wandering frost elementals were in turn summoned by Arthas.

Duke sensed it briefly and found that even with his Dawn-level strength, he could not cause much damage to Arthas, who was basically a demigod.

In his heart, Duke spat fiercely.

But it doesn’t matter.

Duke took up his stance, muttering silently in his heart: "Alright! Now I’m making a staff with my left hand and selling swords with my right hand! From ten meters away, I can lower your IQ! From a hundred meters away, I can hurt people with my meanness, how can you stop me?!"

Taking a deep breath, Duke got into position.

In this era when battle mages are still a novelty, Duke’s posture of writing a mage, pronounced as a berserker, confused not only the enemies but even his own people.

"Alexandros, Turalyon, you guys go ahead, I will use my phantom clones to support you."

Mograine and the other two secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Duke is not a genuine melee fighter at all, and I have never had any cooperation with him. If his small body were to rush over, I really don’t know how to cooperate with him.

That’s right, Duke is not short and has muscles as strong as steel bars, but he is not wearing armor!

Although no armor can withstand the full force of Frostmourne, if an elite ghoul comes, the epic armor they are wearing will come in handy.

Luckily Duke is a phantom coming to help.

The battle started again.

Now Mograine and Turalyon became the vanguards, attacking Arthas from the left and right. Queen Aziz continued to wait for opportunities to shoot arrows, while the Berserker Duke shouted, "May the light shine on you!" and rushed forward.

No one expected that the scene would be completely different.

A phantom of Duke appeared ten meters in front of Arthas. It did nothing but cast Slow Down on the idiot!

The magic of the Grand Magus can affect demigods, even if it is very slight, but Turalyon and the other two immediately felt the difference.

It’s a matter of life and death, this is no exaggeration.

The other clone was even more ferocious. It held a staff in its left hand and a sword in its right hand. It transformed directly into a thief, rushed forward and stabbed Arthas’ back wildly.

Arthas’s nose was almost crooked with anger.

He is a dead man.

He used his advantage as an immortal to the fullest.

Used Broken Arm to kill Orgrim.

It had just passed through his body and almost killed a general of the alliance.

But he had never seen such a shameless person, who actually used his clone to rush over with two weapons and launched a fierce attack.

As a human being, there are too many things to defend: if a leg is chopped off, you will be unable to walk; if a hand is chopped off, you will be unable to attack; if an artery is punctured, you will bleed to death; if a vital part is injured, you will also die.

But what weakness could a clone have when he holds two weapons?

Either he had to blow up these two weapons directly, or he had to cross a distance of nearly 100 meters and attack Duke’s body. Otherwise, Arthas would only have the option of being beaten.

If Duke’s two weapons were rubbish, or were simply magic attacks, Arthas wouldn’t care. The problem was that one of these two things was a semi-artifact Ice Queen, and the other was a strange holy sword that looked like a clone of Quel’Zaram and was even more of an artifact quality.

One was used as a feeding bottle to supply magic power, and the other was used extremely lightly to stab the wound on the back of the idiot that had just been caused by the idiot himself.

Frostmourne pierced Arthas’ abdomen, but did not cause any substantial damage, but it also pierced through the ink-black skeleton armor on Arthas’ body.

Anyway, it was the clone who went up, and the shameless Duke directly ordered the clone to stab continuously at a speed of more than ten swords per second, using the holy sword as a flower sword.

"Hehehe! Look at my Sword-wielding Skill!" said Duke with a wicked smile.

The undead have never been afraid of physical attacks. Bows and arrows, piercing weapons, etc. have been proven to be useless in countless battles.

The best choice is Holy Light, followed by magic. If you have no choice but to use a sledgehammer to smash the undead creatures, at least you can hope to smash them to pieces and make them unable to move.

At the beginning, Duke used a rapier, which Arthas looked down on.

He immediately found out that he was wrong.

And it’s very wrong.

Shameless Duke is actually cheating on the special effects!

All weapon special effects have activation restrictions, such as how many attacks it takes to activate it, or how many seconds it can only be used once.

The key is that energy is required to activate special effects.

Duke, who knew all this, charged the holy sword like loading bullets into a pistol. The Queen of Ice in the left hand of the clone ensured the magic replenishment of the holy sword’s arcane magic. And in the clone, Duke left the moral gold coin of Alonsus Faol.

During the ten years when he was thrown into the void along with Karazhan, Duke still didn’t realize how awesome this gold coin connected to his spiritual sea was.

With his return, Duke suddenly discovered that this gold coin was not as simple as he thought. For example, Medivh’s moral integrity was gone once it was used up.

If Medivh’s moral integrity is a disposable alkaline battery, then Alonsus Faol’s spiritual gold coin is a rechargeable battery that can be recharged repeatedly. After careful analysis by the system, it was found that it can actually absorb the prayers of devout believers of the Holy Light within a radius of 100 meters and increase the moral integrity inside. Oh, it’s the power of the Holy Light!

This is the biggest reason why Duke can use the Morality Coin as a weapon.

Now, Duke put the gold coin into the clone.

So an extremely strange scene appeared on the battlefield.

Compared with Mograine’s Ashbringer, which was as huge as a door panel, the unknown holy sword held by Duke’s clone was as thin as an embroidery needle. It was this embroidery needle that made the extremely terrifying explosion.

The special effect Holy Arrow is triggered two or three times almost every second, which seems to outsiders to be more powerful than the artillery of the Dwarf Tank Group.

With the sound of "chi chi chi chi!" breaking through the wind, Duke relied on the lightness of the holy sword to continuously shoot the holy light into Arthas’ body through the wound on his lower back. However, because Arthas’s Frostmourne was too huge, it was like a cannon hitting a mosquito, and it could not hit Duke’s holy sword at all.

Clone?

You can cut it or not.

Anyway, it’s just an illusion. You can cut it in half or chop it off on the head. As long as you can’t hit the two weapons and the mental gold coin in the clone, Duke can summon another clone in the next moment no matter how many clones you blow up.

Keep selling swords!

Keep making sticks!

This also greatly increased the success rate of Sylvanas’s sneak attacks.

This scene made every powerful member of the alliance who was paying attention to the battle excited.

There was a gleam of light in Jaina’s beautiful eyes.

"No! Impossible!" Arthas screamed.

As Kel’Thuzad’s attempt to open a portal was interrupted by Duke’s real body again, everyone knew that the balance of victory was tipping towards the Alliance.

Arthas tried to rush forward and grab Duke with Death Grip more than once, but was either interrupted by Turalyon and Mograine, or the focused Liadrin used Holy Light to defeat Arthas’s pull.

The Blood Elf Paladin couldn’t fight against Frostmourne, but that didn’t mean they couldn’t deal with Arthas’s not-so-strong dark magic. She used her slightly slender figure to transform into a shield, blocking Duke’s body.

Throughout history, quantitative changes have always easily led to qualitative changes.

After being hit so many times, Arthas could no longer bear it and gave up his humanity, which only made his evil heart purer and able to accommodate more dark forces. After all, he was not yet the Lich King at this point in time, and did not have the terrifying power to kill young Saurfang in one move after becoming the Lich King.

When Arthas was hit in the waist by the Holy Arrow for the hundredth time, the holy energy accumulated in his abdomen finally affected his movements.

First, Mograine’s powerful horizontal slash forced him to take it.

Then Turalyon’s Quel’Zaram pierced Arthas’s right shoulder armor with a simple and high-speed stab, shattering it and piercing his right arm.

"Ahhh—" Arthas howled like a trapped beast, but it was of no avail.

While he was not holding the magic sword firmly, Mograine exerted force to deflect the blade of the magic sword, and immediately slashed it horizontally at another angle, aiming at the abdomen of the fallen prince where a lot of holy light was accumulated.

This time, there is no escape.

The enhanced frost armor couldn’t save Arthas.

The evil dark power instantly melted away under the light of Ashbringer.

The huge sword blade hit the abdomen, triggering a chain reaction of holy light inside.

finally!

In this brilliant and splendid blow!

Under the gazes of nearly ten powerful men in the alliance!

The corrupt prince Arthas Menethil, who killed his father and teacher, was cut in half by Mograine’s divine giant sword!

The lower body was still twitching and shaking in the same place, but had not fallen down.

Due to the impact, Arthas’ upper body flew up and fell several meters away.

Everyone knows that this is not the end.

Duke yelled, "Finish the kill!"

Although Turalyon didn’t understand why it was a finishing blow instead of a finishing blow, it didn’t affect his actions. Almost as soon as Arthas’s body flew away from his sword, Turalyon stomped on the ground, flew out, raised the sword Quel’Zalam high, and slashed again.

As long as this sword hits Arthas’ head, this powerful and corrupt prince who has brought disaster to most of the continent of Lordaeron will become history from this moment on.

That’s right!

The undead can be resurrected.

But the prerequisite is that the soul is still there.

Just because a Paladin does not have the power to exorcise evil spirits does not mean that holy artifacts do not have it.

In order to deal with Arthas, Duke collected all the evil-killing artifacts at this point in time. Isn’t it just to solve the problem once and for all?

As long as it hits you hard, no matter how powerful an evil spirit you are, your existence will be completely wiped out from this world.

Duke let out the most nervous roar in his heart: "Hit him f king——"

How Duke hoped that after this strike of the sword, there would be no more trouble from the Scourge!

Ideals are beautiful.

The reality is very bleak!

A huge bone claw suddenly appeared out of nowhere.

It was so huge, like a terrifying wall of bones, firmly blocking Arthas and Turalyon.

This kind of obstacle is like a natural barrier!

All color drained from Duke’s face.

Shit! What is this!?