At this moment, Arthas's expression suddenly changed.
No one knew more about that skull than he did. Although that thing could strengthen the mental strength of a normal soul countless times, that was an increase in strength in exchange for endless pain and torture.
Ner 'zhul was essentially just a cowardly guy.
From his experience, he knew that in the face of Kil 'jaeden's oppression, even if he signed the soul contract, he still did not have the guts to lead the war between the Orcs and the Draenei. As a result, his power was stolen by Gul' dan.
He shrank back.
When the tribe launched the first and second wars at the Dark Portal, he hid in his old home in the Moon Shadow Valley and became an otaku.
If it wasn't for the explosion of Draenor, he would not have dared to lead the tribe to attack Azeroth again.
When he failed, all he could think of was to escape.
However, why did such a cowardly fellow, who had no ambition at all, dare to raise the flag of rebellion against the powerful Burning Legion after Archimonde knelt and knowing that the legion still had Kil'jaeden?
It was completely inexplicable.
Only Arthas, who had fused with Ner 'zhul's soul, knew that Ner' zhul was actually tortured by the ice skull. That kind of pain and madness completely exceeded the limit that a normal soul could bear.
In order to get rid of this pain that seemed to last forever, he did not hesitate to betray the Burning Legion.
In fact, when Arthas put on the Lich King's mask and began to fuse with Ner 'zhul's soul, the first difficulty was not the difference between their souls, but Arthas had to appease Ner' zhul's unusually sensitive and restless heart because of the excessive injuries and torture, like a child.
Now, Arthas twisted Anastrian's head with a strong momentum and replaced it with this ice skull. Of course, this guy's strength was forcibly raised to the Demigod level.
The continuous terrifying torture could indeed dispel Anastrian's will to resist.
However, going too far was as bad as not going far enough!
Arthas's method was destined to not gain loyalty, let alone a former king who was originally arrogant and full of rebellious thoughts.
He had betrayed the Scourge once, so he could betray the Lich King a second time.
With the rapid destruction of the Scourge soldiers, the weakening of the Lich King's power became inevitable. Right now, he was completely relying on the Shadow Power accumulated in the Icy Throne to pass his days. If they could not withstand this round of attack and turn the powerful invaders led by Duque into immortals, the Calamity Troop would have to stop here.
He understood this, and so did Anastrian.
Under such circumstances, would this newly promoted Demigod Lich still serve the Lich King with all his might?
I don't think so!
Arthis subconsciously narrowed her eyes.
He knew very well that Duque was trying to drive a wedge between him and Anastrian.
The problem was that this was an overt plot!
Although he knew that Duque was shameless, he could only accept it.
He raised his left hand, and his five fingers quickly created a violent winter storm. [Grim Winter] swept towards Duque.
Clearly, the Lich King was enraged. With the momentum of this storm, let alone a human, even the largest flying battleship in the Alliance would instantly turn into a lump of ice and crash down.
Duque followed his heart very well. Yes, "following his heart" added up to "cowardice."
With a stomp of his right foot, an octagonal ice fortress that wasn't considered large rose from the ground. It seemed that Duque had built it as easily as building an Eskimo ice hut.
This b * stard actually had the mood to summon Sylvanas, who was originally protecting the other two women. She pointed at her shoulder. "Come, your man is tired. Give your man a massage."
If it was in the past, it would be strange if Queen Sylvanas did not flip the table on the spot.
This time, Sylvanas, who knew that she was in the wrong, was like a little wife who had been bullied. She glanced at Arthis in the distance, but still moved her small steps and used the strength of a battering ram to "massage" someone's back.
"Stop! Stop! Stop! Are you trying to murder your husband? " Duque waved [Atiesh] and used more magic to stop Arthis's advance as he cursed.
Arthis was in no mood to care about Duque at all.
A powerful demigod of the same level as him who was deliberately trying to stall for time was also difficult to deal with.
After all, he was not a pure magic type. It was impossible for him to completely block Duque's teleportation. While Duque cut off his connection with the Calamity Army one by one, he was also trying hard to find the magic channel of the Magic Net in the void and find a way to cut it off.
This was a classic case of mutual harm.
Arthis was also anxious. "Anastrian, how long are you going to stall for? Didn't you report to me that you've already trapped Alexstrasza? "
"Sorry! Your Majesty … I've been … attacked by … Ysera's … dream … unstable … "
The soul connection was quite unstable. Arthis could clearly feel the condition of this powerful and disobedient subordinate.
Overall, it was better, but the situation was similar to his.
It was also a wonderful state of obtaining an advantage, but it could not be turned into victory.
The Sun King was beating up Jaina and Kael 'thas, but when he was snatching the Magic Net, he was strongly disturbed by the Lord of the Emerald Dream.
A genuine demigod who was good at spiritual attacks, even long-range attacks that crossed space, could not be ignored.
The feeling of wading in a quagmire was terrible.
Even if he wanted to blame Anastrian for not doing his part, there was no good reason.
That idiot Malygos was finished. This Sun King was the only strong person under him who rarely made a move. The Sun King had also helped him hold off several strong people on the coalition army. Otherwise, if a top person like the Red Dragon Queen attacked Icecrown Fortress, even he would have a headache.
Duque clearly had more confidence in the heroes under his command.
This was indeed the case. When Arthis spread out his divine sense and focused his attention on the various leaders of Icecrown Fortress, he saw several scenes that made him grit his teeth in anger.
In the end, the huge deformed monster's intestines could not withstand the fierce attack of Ashbringer. When Theon patiently accumulated his power of the Holy Light, he slashed the door-sized sword at the monster for the tenth time, and Rotten Intestines exploded.
Professor Putterseid created a flesh and blood monster that could resist the Holy Light, but he did not give this monster a soul full of hatred. If it was an evil soul like Arthis, or the former Kel 'Thuzad, it could produce a steady stream of shadow power to better fight Theon.
Unfortunately, when Ashbringer cut Rotten Intestines to the point that it was missing an arm and a leg, the power of Rotten Intestines was also rapidly declining. In fact, by the sixth strike, the outcome was already decided.
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