"Idiot! Idiot! Brainless … "In Arthas's spiritual world, Ner 'zhul's soul was cursing non-stop.
"Stop! If you really want to completely destroy yourself! You can continue to expand the differences between our souls, "Arthas retorted calmly.
Ner 'zhul did not say anything else. He used to be very afraid of death. After death, he was afraid of suffering, and he was even more afraid of having his soul completely destroyed.
At this time, his weakness that reached the deepest part of his soul was undoubtedly revealed. Arthas's words had stopped him.
Ner 'zhul even suspected that his choice to fuse with Arthas was the biggest mistake in itself.
The souls of the two of them had almost completely opposite personalities.
It was very likely because he was weak and old that Ner 'zhul looked forward to the young, powerful, brave, and full of drive Arthas.
If they could reach a consensus, their personalities would indeed complement each other perfectly.
Unfortunately, it was all too late now.
Arthas had already begun to reject Ner 'zhul's soul. That was why Ner' zhul was called to fill the pot. How could he fill the pot?
Even so, Ner 'zhul still harbored a tiny bit of hope and hoped that the Allied Army would make a mistake.
"Damn you, Anastrian. If only I still had that crystal skull. Although I hate that thing, it's really … troublesome without it now! "Ner 'zhul continued to pour out his grievances.
"Anastrian? Hahaha! Don't think that the old man's fate will be much better than ours! Believe me, Duque must have deliberately kept him. "
Ner 'zhul did not speak again and only sneered coldly.
At this time, the battle between the Lich King and the Allied Army had already begun.
Arthas summoned a large group of Aberration Beasts. These monsters looked a little like octopuses, but their bodies were covered with open mouths.
Mal 'Ladra stomped her hooves and rushed out.
"Today's main characters are not us," Mal 'erad whispered to Imriel.
Her hooves would occasionally lose tendons, but she was not a fool. She waved her war hammer and smashed it on the Aberration Beasts.
A total of five Wagri Shadow Guards flew out. These undead creatures wore Valkyrie armor and had a pair of soul wings. As soon as they appeared, they were met with a head-on attack from Tyrande and Shandris.
[Moonlight Rays] crossed the void and directly shone on their bodies.
Every spot of light made them feel as if they were being burned by lasers.
Under the bombardment of the divine spells of the Moon Goddess cast by the two priests, Wagri was suffering unspeakably.
Arthis was also suffering unspeakably.
Tirion Fordring raised [Ashbringer] high and took the lead in attacking.
Unlike the original history, Old Mograine did not die, and [Ashbringer] did not become [Fallen Ashbringer].
In the entire Silver Hand and even the entire human world, [Ashbringer] now represented the Paladin's firm belief, the kind that would rather break than bend.
Looking at this gigantic Holy Sword, everyone felt as though they were looking at a shining flag of indestructibility.
The old man who had experienced the Third Battle of the Dark Portal had witnessed this holy sword that had created countless glorious achievements. Along the way, Old Mograine had used it to break through the enemy's encirclement.
Now that the Sacred Sword was in Theon's hands, the 'one and only' remaining Holy Knight of the first generation was fulfilling his vow to turn his enemies into ashes. He continued to fight bloody battles, embarking on the same glorious path as his former master.
It represented humanity's most beautiful soul and praised the greatness and holiness of the Holy Light.
The Sacred Sword's enemy was only evil.
Evil was not eliminated, so the Sacred Sword had never been sheathed.
If it was one-on-one, Arthis had a thousand ways to kill Theon.
With Gavinrad, who was wielding the Wind Sword, Arthis felt a little strained.
With Cirvanas and a large group of people coming in for the kill, Arthis was really a little flustered.
Just like the Calamity Army, they always liked to win with numbers.
This time, it was the human-led hero group's turn to abuse him, and they also won with numbers.
There seemed to be a lot of bright lights in the deep void around them. From afar, it was very beautiful.
A huge invisible hand was controlling them. It was like a brush in the long river of history, drawing a road that no one had ever seen before.
Without this hand, it was likely that the world would become a dead world with only the undead.
However, it was this hand that forced a civilization that should have fallen into darkness from the deep and boundless abyss, turning the world around and returning to the right path.
Duque did not attack. For Arthis, he was more terrifying than any attacker. Under his spell, the void platform of the Ice Throne seemed to become a painting that shone with a mottled and mysterious light.
Only the people involved knew that in this seemingly harmless light, Duque was using magic to cut off the future that should have belonged to Arthis.
One by one, Duque silently cut off the energy connection between Arthis and the remaining Calamity Army.
With Arthis's meticulousness, he definitely would not pile all the undead in the Icecrown Glacier. Only the main force of the Calamity Army was here. In some desolate corner of the continent of Kalimdor and the Eastern Kingdom, there must be a large number of the undead.
In the original plan, if things went wrong, Arthis could use these undead like batteries, or he could use them as the seeds of the Calamity Army's comeback.
What Duque was digging up now was the root of the Calamity Army.
After all, Arthis was now protecting the Icecrown Fortress with his domain open. Once he withdrew his domain, the Icecrown Fortress would immediately be bombarded by nearly ten thousand heavy cannons.
Once the Icecrown Fortress was destroyed, the largest mana vein node in Northrend would inevitably be lost.
In the end, Arthis would still have to kneel.
From this, it could be seen how ruthless Du Ke's attacks were.
Ner 'zhul shouted in the sea of consciousness, "We can't let Duque destroy our mana supply so leisurely!"
"Come out! Broken Leg! Bad Hand! "Arthis roared.
Suddenly, two deformed monsters rushed out of the void.
The muscles on Duque's cheeks twitched. This thing was not in 'history'!
The one called [Broken Leg] was an Undead Mammoth Man. The difference was that this guy actually had sixteen broken elephant legs. As soon as it appeared, it immediately sent several people flying with a round of Mandarin Duck Chain Kicks, such as Imriel.
Just a little bit more and his hoof would have fallen into the void outside the platform. Duque used Magician's Hand to grab the tail of the hoof in mid-air and saved it.
The Bad Hand was even more disgusting. It looked like a giant human palm with a diameter of at least ten meters, but there was a big green eye on each knuckle.
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