The battle did not last long. Under the joint strangulation of the high elves, the Wild Hunting Legion and Lordaeron's army, the undead in the town were quickly cleared.

Only the man in black covered with frost was lying in the middle of the square, with white mist all over his body.

Jaina and Arthas walked up, and the female mage stopped the prince who was about to take off the hammer and used his staff to pick off the hood of the man in the black robe.

After a moment of trance, Jaina immediately recognized an "old acquaintance" who had met several times but had now changed her appearance.

"Kel Thujad!"

"Do you know him?" The name Arthas sounded a little familiar.

"He used to be the great wizard of Dalaran..." Kelthas walked up with a rare surprise on his face: "He used to be my colleague, a member of the six-member council."

The elf prince narrowed his eyes and then suddenly said: "Two years ago, he was exiled by Dalaran for conducting the undead witchcraft experiment..." He looked at the mountains of stenched corpses and bones around him, his face full of contempt: "I didn't expect you to learn any lessons, but instead became more and more serious!"

At this time, there was no joy of victory on Alsace's face. He looked at the warhammer in his hand, recovering from the excitement of fighting.

The hammer head was beyond recognition, with some minced meat and hair on it.

That is all the flesh and blood of his people!

"Is this plague yours, the wizard of the undead?" The prince's voice was cold, and it contained anger that was unsuppressible.

Kel Thuzad was still frozen in place at this time.

Countless vicious sarcasm words surged in his heart, but he couldn't speak out a word.

The body, which had long been undead, could no longer feel the cold, but the frozen blood and muscles completely stuck all the joints, making him unable to move at all.

Seeing the war criminals on the ground without reaction, Arthas could no longer suppress the anger in his heart: "Kelthuzad, your sin is irrefutable. In the name of the Holy Light, I, the prince of Lordaeron, Arthas Minaishir, sentence you to death."

He slowly raised the warhammer and prepared to give the final judgment to the culprit of the disaster:

"I hope death is as sweet as you imagined."

"The prince of human beings, he does not belong to you..." A low voice came from the side, causing the fallen warhammer to stop in the air.

"He belongs to my master."

Arthas looked at the sound and saw the tall figure wearing heavy armor and crown walking towards this side.

He walked closer, took off his skeleton armor, revealing a foreign face, neither like a human nor an elves.

Arthas always thought these people were soldiers of the high elves, but now he was a little confused. The prince looked at Sylvanas in the distance, but the female elves just shook her head, as if she had no intention of interfering.

"Lordalon thanks for your support..." The prince looked up at the tall warrior, put the warhammer aside, and stretched out his right hand: "Are you?"

"I am Earn Elle's Elf King, Arretin." The Wild Hunter King hesitated for a moment, inserted his sword to the ground, and stretched out his right hand.

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Kelthuzad, who was lying on the ground, turned his only movable eyeball on his body, looking at the long sword that was half buried in the soil.

It was shaped like lightning, and white ice mist flowed on its bent blade, which reminded Kelthuzad of another weapon.

A curse that he had seen in the cold north.

His master had a great plan, with the end of the curse sword, and everything was originally arranged.

But the development of the situation is completely different from what I expected.

Why did the great wizard Kelthas, who had been in conflict with Alsace, suddenly joined the investigation team? This made the undead troops at his hands short.

Why do those arrogant elves who cannot escape suddenly appear here? Is it just to ambush themselves?

Where did those warriors wearing heavy armor come out? I read a lot of books, but I have never heard of the race of the Ain Elle Elf.

And the master arranged for the curse sword is standing next to him at this moment:

"I am Prince Arthas Minaihil of Lordaeron..." The man who was supposed to be a puppet of fate asked: "Aretin... His Majesty the Elf King...who was the master you mentioned just now?"

The elf was silent and didn't reply.

The breeze suddenly broke out and it suddenly became dark around.

A huge shadow swept through the woods around the town and enveloped everyone's heads. It seemed that something was covering the sunshine in the sky.

Kelthuzad twisted his frozen neck hard and slowly looked up at the sky.

A huge black object is floating among the clouds.

He thought his master had sent a floating city to rescue him, but when he looked closely, it was not the case.

It was a huge ship, with countless black scales reflecting the sunlight, like the belly of an unknown beast.

The undead mage could not understand what was in front of him for a moment, and only saw a small black shadow sweeping out of the air and coming quickly towards the ground.

A figure in a black robe slowly landed on the open space not far away.

It was a young man with black hair combed behind his ears, exotic style between his eyebrows, and a diamond-shaped pendant hanging on his chest.

The first thing Kelthuzad thought of was that this mage could actually fly!?

Free flying in the sky is the dream of all spellcasters, but there is no spell that allows people to fly in this world, and there has never been a spellcaster in history that can soar in the sky without deformation.

Even the most powerful mages have to rely on griffins to leave the land that binds everyone.

The mage looked around silently.

As his eyes swept over, the barns polluted by natural disasters emitted a violent strong light, and instantly ignited blue and purple flames, dyeing the entire town with a layer of strange blue light.

The gravel melted like gray ice. Kelthuzad, who was lying on the ground, saw the mud foundations under the barn melt into a piece of red lava, and the whole building was slowly sinking.

The terrifying high temperature surged, and the soldiers around him began to exclaim. The two mages present - Jaina and Kelthas - also stood there, as if they were completely unable to understand what was happening in front of them.

When the flames subsided, Kelthuzad saw that there was only a pool of scorching lava pools and a layer of black matter floating on it.

Then the mage slowly looked at him.

At that moment, Kelthuzad thought he would turn into a blue torch.

But the mage just walked over slowly and then leaned down and looked at him.

Kelthuzad vaguely felt that the person in front of him was the mastermind behind the scenes.

He thought the other party would say something.

Contempt for the Necromancer?

Condemn your evil deeds?

Sentences and mockery of one's own sins?

Or proudly tell me how to make your perfect plan fail?

But the black-haired young man said nothing,

He just glanced at himself expressionlessly, then got up and walked away.

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On the branch beside it, a crow was watching the battlefield with red eyes.

After a moment, the black bird flew into the sky with a loud noise and headed towards the south.

The troops from the three sides have joined forces.

He is no longer needed here.

Medivh needs to rush back to Karazan to deal with the thing attached to the Mage Tower.

Sargeras had been parasitized in him for thirty years. Although he had been completely expelled, he still left some residual knowledge and memory in his mind.

Medivh vaguely realized that if the so-called "flesh seed" is not completely eliminated as soon as possible, something even more terrifying than a demon will come to this world.

He could feel that among the remaining emotions of the Demon Lord, besides the desire for destruction and endless tyranny,

There is something buried deep in the soul,
Chapter completed!