Arthas swung a powerful blow and knocked the two undead to the ground, showing a fierce smile on his face, and a black figure flashed after the sea of ​​corpses in the aftermath.

Unlike the corpses around, this guy has a flexible posture and is obviously a living person!

Arthas was shocked. No matter who that guy was, he would definitely be inseparable from this natural disaster! He immediately shouted:

"The initiator of the natural disaster is there! Everyone obeys my orders! Attack!"

The soldiers seemed to hear the horn of attack. With the deafening battle cry, dozens of shield walls were pushed out, pushing out the dense corpse several meters.

As if he had a heart-to-heart relationship, Jaina recited the mantra loudly,

"snowstorm!"

A complex and gorgeous magic circle flashed by under the feet of the female mage, and the water vapor condensed into countless arm-sized ice cones in the air, splashing towards the corpse groups below like rain of arrows.

The elf prince who had always had a grudge with Alsace also cooperated to cast his own spell. A flaming storm of more than ten meters in diameter swallowed up countless zombies. Several houses around him were scorched by high temperatures, and a raging fire suddenly ignited.

Two large-scale magic immediately cleared a path.

The black figure seemed to have also noticed the change in offensive and defensive momentum. He raised his hands, as if he was singing some taboo spell.

"Arsace, stop him!" Prince Sun Chaser shouted abnormally: "He is summoning the portal!"

Alsace no longer hesitated and rushed over with a war hammer.

boom!

A wooden house "exploded" and a giant figure rushed out from it.

Arthas's first reaction was to encounter an ogre, but soon discovered that it was another monster.

It was extremely huge and pale, with muscles slid under the bright white skin like maggots, and thick stitches that were wide across the palm. Its skin was sewn with several faces, and more than two arms were hung on its torso. Each hand held a huge weapon stained with blood. Two yellow eyes on its bare head stared at Alsace.

This monster is like an ugly rag doll sewn by a clumsy child, and the materials used are countless corpses.

The abominable giant undead faced the prince of Lordaeron, and a thick and vague roar came out of his giant mouth, holding up a giant axe that was bigger than Arthas, and slashed down fiercely.

Arthas quickly turned to the side, then jumped up with light movements and walked around behind the deformed monster. At the same time, three soldiers also surrounded the heavy guy, two of whom were using long-handled weapons, and together with Arthas, they attacked the monster.

The third arm on the huge abhorrent back waved, and it threw out a black chain with a huge iron hook and swept towards the soldiers around who were caught off guard.

The foul-stenched hook into a soldier's waist. The monster pulled it hard, and the unfortunate soldier broke into two sections, and his internal organs flowed all over the ground.

Arthas cast the Holy Light Technique in despair, but was powerless to turn the world back. He roared, and the huge warhammer smashed into the monster's pale legs and splashed thick juice.

More and more soldiers surrounded him, and the long halberd pierced into the monster's body, pulled open the stitches of the black rope. With everyone's efforts, the monster was finally torn into its original form - a pile of foul-stenched corpses.

However, it was too late at this time.

The black figure had successfully completed the spell, and a purple portal appeared out of thin air in the town square.

At this time, Arthas finally saw the mysterious man's appearance clearly.

It was a guy in a black robe, his old face under his hood was covered with wrinkles, dirty gray beards hung on his chin, and his turbid eyes looked at him meaningfully.

"Arsace, you're still a step late..." said a hoarse voice: "I will wait for you in Andorha."

After saying that, he smiled sinisterly and walked towards the portal slowly.

"I don't think so."

An elegant female voice suddenly came from above her head.

An ice-blue light broke through the air and shot straight into the knee of the man in black, nailing him to the spot.

"ah!!"

The man in black robe covered his knees and endured the pain and tried to pull out the ice arrow. But the crystal clear ice shell had spread rapidly, completely frozen his legs.

He looked around and saw a slim figure appearing on the roof of one side.

It was a blonde female elf wearing a blue cloak and a purple long bow in her hand was gathering the next ice arrow.

Her chest and buttocks were covered with delicate hard armor, and her abdomen and legs were covered with some unmatched leather, which seemed to be patched up temporarily.

"Sylvanas Windrunner!" Kelthas immediately recognized the Ranger General of Silvermoon City: "Why are you here?"

"His Majesty Anastarien ordered me to support you." Wind Walker raised his left fist, and with her gestures, hundreds of slender and tall figures appeared on the roofs around him, or walked out of the gloomy and withered trees.

Sylvanas brought all the elite rangers troops of Quel'thalas.

Although the humans present did not know this beautiful high elf, they also understood that reinforcements had arrived.

"Thank you for your arrival, High Elves." Arthas nodded to the Ranger General: "Lordalon will never forget his covenant with Quelthalas."

Sylvanas looked at the strange human, and the golden figure stood in the gray-green corpse tide, as if a lighthouse stood in the sea of ​​corruption.

"The high elf who meddled with me!" said the man in black gritted his teeth, raised his hand and threw out a purple shadow arrow, dragging the black fog tail and shooting at Sylvanas.

Ranger avoided the incoming attack with a side flip.

Taking advantage of this gap, a shadow of substance gushed out from the man in black robe and soaked into the surrounding soil. The already dead zombies and skeletons stood up again.

"Rankers, attack!"

With Sylvanas's orders, the sound of bowstrings continued, and the rain of arrows poured down.

But the newly resurrected undead no longer paid attention to the coalition forces of humans and elves, but gathered towards the men in black, as if they were just thinking about protecting their masters from leaving safely.

The man in black robe finally broke free from the constraints on his feet and limped towards the portal.

"Naughty...Idiots." His voice was almost screaming: "Purification has begun, and you can never stop the coming death."

Just as he threw himself into the portal, a white shock wave swept out from the forest beside him. It frozen everything along the way and instantly swallowed the whole body of the man in black robe, like a huge white wave slapped a small black reef.

When the ice fog dissipated, the man in black robe had already been on all sides and turned into an ice sculpture.

A tall figure walked out of the black jungle, his body wrapped in heavy rust iron armor, and under his crown-like helmet was a skeleton face reflecting a metallic luster.

Beside him was a beautiful red-haired female elf, whose light yellow silk dress fluttered in the wind, outlining graceful curves.

As the tall figure raised his sword and pointed it forward, countless blue balls of light appeared out of thin air on the streets of the town, and in the square, it passed in a flash.

One by one, tall warriors wearing heavy armor and skeleton armor appeared from the blue portals and walked straight towards the undead corpses in the rain of arrows of the high elves.

They lined up and swung up and down with red rust steel swords, and the short walking corpses fell in rows like green crops.

Arthas saw a heavy armored warrior grabbing the face of a skeleton and lifted it up with one hand. The undead opened his teeth and claws, and the broken blade in his hand cut across the surface of the steel armor, bringing out sparks and rust.

However, it did not struggle for too long. With a crisp sound, the highly corrupt skull was crushed like a watermelon, and the foul red and yellow substance flowed down the iron gloves.

The elite rangers' rain of arrows was even more exhausted, and arrows with purple tail feathers shot straight into the eyebrows and eye sockets of the undead.

The beautiful red-haired elf raised one arm and recited a strange spell:

"alzur   thra'dens!" (Thunder of Azulie)

A dark cloud quickly condensed over the town. After a moment, countless thunder and lightning as thick as a small tree shot out from the dark clouds, like silver-white spears piercing into the corpse group.
Chapter completed!