The air knights of the two undead battle groups have entered every city of Lordaeron from the sky. They are looking for a teleportation array to transport civilians and fight against the defenders in the city. The entire bustling city seems so fragile in front of this group of dead and steel-armed warriors. Fortunately, three-quarters of the civilians in Lordaeron have been transferred to Kurtiras, but the rest may not be so lucky.

The whole city was in chaos, but compared to the crisis of Lordaeron's palace at this time, the chaos in this city was nothing.

Although there was only one death lord who attacked Lordaeron's court, the chaos and war he caused were even more terrifying than other knights combined. Valocci Sarufal, the most powerful lord from the mysterious Terion Dawn Blade in the military system of the Ancient Blade, death is indescribable to Sarufal's favor. In the entire Ancient Blade, only Iriel, who was once a voter of the Holy Light, can compare with it.

But if we only measure the combat effectiveness and are still a little immature, Iriel is no match for Sarufar at all. This orc was a top warrior during his lifetime, and after his death, his amazing combat talent did not leave him.

At this time, in the square in front of the palace, the crazy ice spreading had already made most of the square crystal clear. The sirens who were resurrected in the posture of a dead soul still had the ability to control water. She was besieged by the guards who were coming, but the body of ghosts made her almost ignore the swords that the soldiers cut. On the contrary, every time she waved her trident, more water flows were alienated into ice thorns.

Wherever the Death Lord’s summoning ghost Siren goes, those brave but weak soldiers will be pierced by ice thorns bursting from the ground, or even more terrifyingly, and directly frozen in deadly ice cubes.

Just like Eriel, who was resurrected by Terion, inherited part of Terion's power, the ghost siren recruited by Sarufal also inherited part of the power of the Death Lord, which made the ghost siren who was skilled in martial arts even more terrifying. Her long tail snaked forward on the ground, and her arms were holding the heavy silver trident and dancing around. The powerful force caused the bodies of any enemy who came into contact with this weapon torn apart.

The remaining four arms were waving weapons, long swords, shields, and even staff that were picked up from the ground at will. In the sharp hiss of the ghost sirens, swords and frost were splattering everywhere, and she easily resisted the reinforcements of the entire palace alone. Of course, after the priests of the Holy Light and the Paladin joined the battlefield, her ghost body also suffered from burning.

However, if you level it in an unusual way, Sarufar's death servant, this ghost siren, can be regarded as a ssr-level summoning object.

"The Holy Light will...sanction you!"

In the deepest part of this frost-covered battlefield, the Great Knight Uther had blood splattering wounds on both hands and tiger mouths. The brute force of the Death Lord in front of him was too strong, and his combat skills were not fancy. The straightforward method and this amazing brute force made Uther enter a bad defensive state for a while.

The great knight used a war hammer to block Sarufal's battle axe chop. He waved his hand, and a ball of scorching holy light gathered in the air into a war hammer, hitting Sarufal's head from behind, but the Death Lord seemed to feel something. Before the light hammer hit, he turned around and accurately clamped the light hammer that was shining with his left hand wrapped in dark red death energy.

"Is this the holy light you believe in?"

Sarufar smiled. In the wide eyes of the Great Knight, the holy light that was enough to punish everything was gathered, and a strange roar of energy annihilation burst out between the Death Knight's ten fingers. A rift burst out on the surface of the light hammer. Finally, between the closing of Sarufar's fingers, it was pinched into scattered light feathers and completely exploded in the air.

The moment Sarufal turned around, the great knight waved a punch, and the holy light gathered in his hand. A blow like the sun hit Sarufal hard in his chest, forcing the death lord's tall body back several steps.

"Clang"

The stones at Sarufal's feet exploded, causing his body to stop forcibly backing. He raised his head, staring at Uther, who was waiting for the battle. He reached out and patted the clear burning fist mark on his chest, and a strange smile appeared on the face of the Lord of Death.

“It’s just that…”

"Madman!"

The Great Knight could not bear the defeat of his faith in the face of death. The scorching holy light gathered behind him into bright wings. The lights wrapped around the Great Knight's armor. The holy patterns of the combined armor also floated out of the real entity at this moment, making the Great Knight look like the Holy Light Angel who came to the earth.

But the moment he waved the hammer and hit Sarufal, a dark red halo was also wrapped around the body of the Death Lord. The two were like beasts that had risen, and they collided fiercely. The direct and fatal attack splashed out the hottest sparks in the wave of the weapon. The collision of the two energy easily tore open the surrounding buildings. The gorgeous pillars, the smooth stones under their feet, the flags, and the royal symbols were all torn apart like fragile paper in the storm of energy.

This scene even made the soldiers surrounding the ghost siege who couldn't help but turn around. They looked at the two groups of figures wrapped in different halos, the collision of weapons, fists, legs, and even the heads. It was like two beasts trapped in cages. Now they started fighting to the death, and no side would stop before one side stabbed the fangs into the blood vessels of the other.

"The palace! It's going to collapse! Run!"

A knight shouted in panic. At the moment when the soldiers around the palace fled in all directions, the most iconic palace in the Lordaeron royal city was affected by the aftermath of the crazy battle between the two strong men. Amid the dull sound of the sky and the earth breaking, a whole huge palace began to collapse inward.

This is a power that ordinary warriors cannot think of. It is a terrifying lethality that only the strong people who enter the house can control their power.

"Bang"

The warhammer in Uther's hand was cut from the center by the roaring battle axe. The body of the great knight staggered back in the falling ruins. He rolled on the ground with difficulty and avoided a falling rock. He stood up and tightened his broken weapon. In front of him, Sarufal's armor was also melted by the holy light, but the Lord of Death just rushed forward without saying a word. When he looked up and saw Uther, Sarufal's eyes narrowed.

In the ruins of the palace, the Death Lord took a deep breath. A huge and real pale dragon skull shone above his head. Uther felt the gathering of death energy and jumped to the other side.

"Crash"

A miniature frost bone dragon illusion rushed forward from behind Sarufal. The moment before the Paladin completely avoided it, the ice raid that was enough to freeze everything frozen, frozen half of Uther's body between the ruins.

"Click"

The frozen ice was shattered, but Uther turned around and saw a fist that quickly enlarged in front of him.

"Bang"

The big knight's body was backed by this straight punch. Sarufal threw down the battle axe and rushed over like a gladiator. He kicked Uther to the ground, and then rode on the paladin. Sarufal's heavy punch hit him hard like a whistling siege hammer.

"Bang"

"Your power is not pure! You don't understand it at all!"

"Bang"

"Narrow faith binds your talent!"

"Bang"

"You could have become stronger!"

"Bang"

"You failed it!"

"Bang"

The whole earth was trembling with the crazy fist of the Lord of Death. Uther, the great knight who was attacked by his bare hands, was still struggling at first, but after two or three punches, the holy light shields that protected his whole body became shaky. After a few seconds, the big knight's rebellious fists fell weakly into the ruins. The holy light on his body also became as shaky as a candlelight under this attack.

"Bang"

Just as Sarufar, who was like a mad beast, was about to hit his deadly punch, a cold war hammer roared at his head. The Death Lord threw a punch without looking back, smashing the war hammer that was attacking from behind. When it landed, the war hammer had been divided into four pieces by the cold power of death.

"Monster! Come on for me!"

A shout rang behind Sarufal, and the strange accent made the Lord of Death's raised fists stop in the air. He slowly turned his head and saw two fully armed young orcs holding battle axe in their hands, standing in the square not far behind him.

Garrosh and Dranosh held the weapon nervously. They saw the panoramic view of how the monster defeated the great knight Uther head-on, but the orcs' innate courage made them unable to sit still and watch Uther be killed by the undead. The moment the death lord with the horned helmet turned around and the moment he saw those cold eyes, the two young orcs shivered at the same time.

"Haha, I thought it was someone..."

Sarufal stood up and threw the dying Uther aside. He acted very coldly, like a truly ruthless undead, but the rapidly trembling left hand behind him and the light shining in the ice-blue eyes represented the uneasy thoughts of the Death Lord.

"It turns out that the two little boys who are weak and come to act as heroes..."

He saw Dranosh... He recognized the identity of this young orc at a glance. His face, which was 7 points similar to him, and his posture of holding a weapon, all proved who he was.

Dranos Sarufar...that was his son! His only concern for staying in this world...but at this moment, the father and son met in a way that no one could imagine.

"Get out! Get out of this city that will inevitably fall..."

"I only warn once!"

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"Kneel down!"

The calm and cold voice of King Terenas echoed in the King's Hall. When he suddenly heard this sound, a trace of confusion flashed in Prince Arthas's eyes. He stepped forward and said to his father:

"Follow me, Father! We don't have time..."

"I said! Kneel down! Arthas Minaihill!"

The king's scepter pointed to the ground and made a low sound. Seeing the serious light in his father's eyes, the prince gritted his teeth and knelt on the ground on one knee. Behind him, Miss Gianna Prodmore with a hood looked at the scene in front of her. She suddenly seemed to understand something. She bit her lips and slowly took a step back.

"My son, on the day you were born, the whole forest of Lordaeron was silently chanting your name."

The old king looked at the scepter that was cold and heavy in his hands, but which represented the king's identity and power. He took a deep breath, raised the scepter and pointed it on Arthas's shoulder. His low and slow voice echoed, and the guards around him also realized that they were watching an extremely important scene, and they straightened their backs one after another.

"My child, I watch you grow up day by day and become the embodiment of justice."

"You must remember that we have always ruled this country with strength and wisdom, and I believe that you will use your powerful power with caution."

The atmosphere of the King's Hall became very solemn at this moment. With the opening of the side door, Alsace's sister, Galia Minaischil, who rarely appears in public, walked into the King's Hall with an ancient crown. She had a hint of sadness on her face, and she looked at her growing up brother like her father, with pride in her eyes.

"In this war, we are losing steadily, but the real victory, my son, is that under any circumstances, can inspire the fighting spirit of your people."

"Father!"

Arthas raised his head and wanted to say something, but was stopped by the old king's stern gaze. He looked at his son, stretched out his hand, picked up the crown in the princess's hand, and slowly put it on his son's head.

"I tell you this because, I have made up my mind, my children, my life, my rule, my failure, will arrive at the end today, and you..."
Chapter completed!