At first, the Orcs were very dissatisfied when they saw how slowly the humans were advancing. Even though the chiefs announced that the humans were temporary allies, the Orcs still despised the humans. They felt that the humans were only doing their job.
Soon, the Orcs began to change their opinion.
If the Orcs' battle line was an unstable blender, with zombies often breaking through the defense line, then the humans' battle formation was the most terrifying shredder.
Tens of thousands of Scourge soldiers pounced on the humans' battle formation. It looked like a raging wave crashing onto the shore, but it was useless.
The most threatening Gargoyles were destroyed by Duque and several other Archmages before they could even dive over. The Gargoyles were directly smashed into stone pieces in mid-air and fell to the ground.
The second biggest threat was the Cave Dweller Demons. These demons threw small poisonous spiders as long-range attacks, causing a lot of trouble for the Alliance army.
But that was only the extent of trouble.
The Cave Dweller Demons' huge bodies made them easy targets for the human Archmages and Archers. Usually, eight to ten fireballs would hit them, and even the strongest Cave Dweller Demons would be smashed into pieces.
Arthas' army of the Undead was disappearing at a speed visible to the naked eye. The entire huge black battle formation was smashed into pieces from the north and south.
"This is impossible!" Through the soul connection, Arthas also sensed the decline of his army. He suddenly turned around and saw the imposing Scarlet Cross Army. It was like the rising sun, driving away the darkness.
That fiery red light almost dazzled his pale and handsome dead face.
"Ras Frostwhisper, hold the north side!"
Sensing the death of the Dark Dean, Ras Frostwhisper already knew that the Alliance army was not to be trifled with. Unfortunately, as the substitute of the Lich King, Arthas' status and will were absolute.
Lich King Ner 'zhul, who had become a pure soul and was sealed in a block of ice, would certainly not allow Ras Frostwhisper to be a scapegoat for such a small matter.
The bitter Rhys could only lead his Warlock brothers and the low-level Lich to command a large number of low-level undead to go up against them.
"Kael 'thas! Abbendis! "Duque pointed at Ras Frostwhisper.
Even if Kael 'thas was a noble prince, since he had entered the Alliance's ranks, he was Duque's subordinate. With a flick of Duque's finger, Kael'thas, who had a few arcane fireballs hovering above his head, immediately flashed out to meet Ras Frostwhisper.
As an immortal, he had an instinctive aversion to fire.
Becoming a lich meant that he no longer had any fate with fire magic.
Compared to Kael 'thas, who was like a miniature sun, Ras Frostwhisper represented endless winter.
At first glance, Kael\ 'thas\'s flame elemental ball and Rice\'s frost elemental ball were like two paintings of completely different styles, forcibly piecing them together.
Endless fire and frost elements from the Elements Realm were molded into the form of magic spells and bombarded towards the opponent constantly.
For a time, it turned into a magic war.
As one of the Bosses of Scholomance, Ras Frostwhisper was quite strong. His [Frost Arrow Rain] was able to put Kael 'thas, who lacked actual combat experience, into a fluster.
Seeing the way Kael 'thas attacked, Duque only wanted to facepalm.
Although they were both Radiant Moons, how could an unorthodox lich like Ras Frostwhisper compare to a proper Elven Prince? However, Kael 'thas really did not have much experience in real magic battles, and in the end, it was the Elven Prince who was suppressed.
"Can't he use fire just because he's good at it? An Arcane Bomb will teach him a lesson! "Duque muttered softly.
Who knew that Kael 'thas's pair of elven long ears would listen to Duque's side.
The rich guy was actually enlightened.
The former Earl of Rhys raised his fleshless skeletal hands. Just as he was about to use a hand gesture to launch a new spell, an unexpected scene happened — it was a large fireball that exploded about five meters in front of him.
Unexpectedly, after being offset by his Frost Arrow, the fireball exploded. Suddenly, a purplish-blue light flashed in the middle of the fireball, and an Arcane Bomb that contained an enormous amount of magic power suddenly accelerated. Then, it shot from lightning to less than two meters in front of Ras and exploded before it could touch his Magic Shield.
A violent Arcane impact surged over, and the lich was caught off guard. He withstood the damage of the Arcane Spell, but he was unable to offset the terrifying shockwave that exploded in all directions.
The bitter Ras only saw a flash of purplish-blue Arcane Spell. The shockwave of the explosion first pressed a hemispherical depression into the translucent Ice Shield that covered his body. Then, his entire body was sent flying.
Liches never lacked calm.
However, the turbulence of the Arcane Explosion also interfered with his [Flash] spell.
As a result, he was smashed into the ground like a cannonball. The huge impact blasted a large crater in the battlefield full of flesh and bones. The surroundings were full of exploding flesh and blood, broken limbs and fragments scattered on the ground like the pitter-patter of rain.
Ras was in a sorry state in this explosion.
His gorgeous purplish-red Mage robe was blown into rags, and even the bones of his fingers that withstood the impact showed signs of breaking. Before he could climb out of the deep pit, a huge golden shadow suddenly flashed out of the pit in front of him.
The golden light, the white-gold warhorse, and the holy power that was full of awe-inspiring righteousness.
One man and one horse.
But it had the terrifying momentum of thousands of soldiers and horses charging at the same time.
Ras Frostwhisper, who had not yet figured out what happened, first felt his face heat up, and then he immediately felt the holy light contained in the Holy Light Hammer and the destructive power it brought to his body.
"Ahhhh —" The lich had long lost his voice, but the trembling sound that came from his soul still echoed in all directions.
His ugly skull, which no longer had any flesh, directly exploded under the full force of General Alfred Abbendis' blow into countless tiny bone fragments that splattered in all directions.
Lich Ras Frostwhisper — killed!
At the same time, three people joined the battle between the Four Tribal Heroes and Arthas.
Mograine, Antonidas, and …
"Duke Marcus!" Orgrim and Arthas said this name at the same time, which to them was a terrible name.
Duque smiled and waved his hand. "Yo, the weather is really nice today."
Thrall looked at the dark sky covered by the Canopy of Undead and found that he could not understand Duque's thoughts.
Duque stood with his hands behind his back, ignoring Arthas who was looking at him with hatred, and walked up to Orgrim. "You and I have no intention of forgetting the pain of the past. But for the future of our race, how about we work together for once? "
Orgrim was silent for a moment. "Alright!"
A small fist and a huge fist collided lightly.
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