The two air knights of the Undead Warband have entered every city of Lordaeron from the sky, they are looking for a teleportation array to transport civilians, and fighting the defenders of the city, the entire once prosperous city is so vulnerable to this group of dead and steel-armed warriors, fortunately, three-quarters of the civilians of Lordaeron have been transferred to Kul Tiras, but the rest may not be so lucky.

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

Although there was only one Death Lord who attacked Lordaeron's court, the chaos and war he unleashed was even more terrifying than the other knights combined. Sarufar, in the military system of the Dark Blade, from the mysterious Tyrion. The most powerful lord of the Dawn Blade, death has unspeakable favor to Sarufar, and in the entire Dark Blade, only Iriel, who was once a Chosen Elect of the Light, can compare to it.

But if measured only in terms of combat effectiveness, Iriel, who is still a little immature, is not Sarufar's opponent at all, this orc was a top warrior in his lifetime, and after his death, his amazing fighting talent did not leave him.

In the square in front of the palace at this time, the crazy spread of ice has turned most of the square crystal clear, the sea monster resurrected as an undead still has the ability to control the water, she is besieged by a steady stream of guards, but the body of the ghost allows her to almost ignore the swords of those soldiers, on the contrary, every time she swings the trident, more water is alienated into ice thorns.

Wherever the Death Lord's summon, the Wraith Siren, arrived, the brave but weak soldiers were impaled by spikes of ice bursting from the ground, or even more terrifying, frozen in deadly ice.

Just as Iriel, who was resurrected by Tyrion himself, inherited a portion of Tyrion's power, the Ghost Siren recruited by Sarufar also inherited a portion of the Death Lord's power, making the already skilled Ghost Siren even more terrifying, her long tail swaying forward on the ground, her arms clutching a heavy silver trident around, and the sheer force of any enemy who came into contact with the weapon was torn apart.

The remaining four arms were wielding weapons picked up from the ground at will, long swords, shields, and even staffs, and in the shrill hiss of the ghost kraken, the swords fluttered wildly, and the frost splashed, and she easily withstood the reinforcements of the entire court alone, and of course, after the priest of the light and the paladin joined the battle, her ghost body also suffered the pain of being burned.

However, if it is graded in an abnormal way, how can Salufar's Deathattendant, this ghost kraken, be regarded as an SSR-level summon.

"The Light... Sanction you! ”

In the deepest part of this frost-covered battlefield, the great knight Uther's hands and mouths were covered with blood, the brute force of the death lord in front of him was too strong, and his combat skills were not fancy, that kind of straightforward means with this amazing brute force, Uther had to enter a bad defensive state for a while.

The Great Knight used his warhammer to block Sarufar's tomahawk slash, he waved his hand, and a cloud of scorching holy light converged in the air in the shape of a war hammer, and smashed Sarufar's head from behind, but the Death Lord seemed to feel something, and before the light hammer smashed, he turned around, and used his left hand wrapped in dark red death energy to accurately clasp the shining light hammer.

"This is the Light you believe in?"

Sarufar smiled, and in the eyes of the great knight's glaring eyes, the holy light that was enough to sanction everything converged, and a strange scream of energy annihilation burst out between the ten fingers of the death knight, and a trace of cracks burst out on the surface of the light hammer, and finally between Sarufar's fingers closed, it was pinched into scattered light feathers, and completely exploded in the air.

The moment Sarufar turned around, the Grand Knight swung a punch, and the holy light gathered in his hand, and with a blow like the sun, it slammed into Sarufar's chest, forcing the Death Lord's tall body back several steps.

"Bang"

The stone exploded beneath Sarufar's feet, forcing his body to stop retreating, he looked up, his ice-blue eyes staring at Uther, he reached out and patted the clear burning fist mark on his chest, and a strange smile hung on the Death Lord's face.

"That's it..."

"Fanatic!"

The Great Knight couldn't bear to be defeated in the face of death, and the scorching light gathered into bright wings behind him, and those rays of light wrapped around the Great Knight's armor, and the holy pattern of the combined armor also floated out of the real entity at this moment, making the Great Knight look like an angel of holy light descending into the world.

But at the moment when he swung his war hammer and smashed it at Sarufar, a dark red halo was also wrapped around the body of the Death Lord, and the two collided together like a raging beast, and the direct and deadly attack burst out the hottest sparks in the swing of the weapon, and the collision of the two energies also easily tore apart the surrounding buildings, the gorgeous columns, the smooth stones under the feet, those banners, and the symbols of the royal family, were all torn apart like fragile paper in the storm of energy.

This scene even made the surrounding warriors besieging the Wraith Sirens can't help but look back, they look at the two figures wrapped in different halos, the collision of weapons, fists, legs, and even heads, it is like two fierce beasts trapped in a cage, and now they are starting to fight to the death, and neither will stop until one pierces its fangs into the veins of the other.

"Palace! It's going to collapse! Come on! ”

A knight let out a hurried shout, and at the moment when the soldiers around the palace fled in all directions, the most iconic palace of the royal city of Lordaeron, in a burst of painful groans, was met by the two strong men who fought frantically, and in the muffled sound of the sky and the earth cracking, a whole huge palace began to collapse inward.

This is already a power that ordinary warriors can't think of, and it is a terrifying lethality that can only be achieved by strong men who control power.

"Bang"

The warhammer in Uther's hand was cut off from the center by the whistling battle axe, the body of the great knight staggered back in the falling ruins, he rolled on the ground with difficulty, dodging a falling boulder, he stood up and clenched the broken weapon, in front of his eyes, Sarufar's armor was also melted by the holy light, but the Death Lord just rushed forward without saying a word, and the moment he looked up and saw Uther, Sarufar's eyes narrowed.

In the dusty ruins of the palace, the Death Lord took a deep breath, a large, real pale dragon's head shining above his head, and Uther felt the convergence of death energy, and he jerked to the other side.

"Wow"

A miniature Frostbone Dragon illusion sprinted forward from behind Sarufar, and before the paladin could completely dodge, the onslaught of ice that was enough to freeze everything engulfed the small half of Uther's body between the ruins.

"Click"

The frozen ice shattered, but Uther looked back and saw a fist that was rapidly expanding in front of him.

"Bang"

The Great Knight's body was knocked back by this straight punch, and Sarufar threw down his battle axe, pounced like a gladiator, kicked Uther to the ground, and then rode on top of the Paladin, Sarufar's heavy fist smashed down like a whistling battering ram.

"Bang"

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

"Bang"

"Narrow beliefs bind your talents!"

"Bang"

"You could have gotten stronger!"

"Bang"

"You failed it!"

"Bang"

The whole land trembled in the frantic punches of the Death Lord, and the Great Knight Uther, who was attacked by him with his bare hands, was still struggling at first, but after two or three punches, the Holy Light shield that protected his whole body became fluttering, and after a few seconds, the Great Knight fell weakly into the ruins with his rebellious fists, and the Holy Light on his body also became as shaky as a candle flame under this attack.

"Bang"

Just as the mad beast-like Sarufar's fatal punch was about to fall, an icy warhammer roared and smashed into his head, and the Death Lord swung his fist without looking back, smashing the warhammer that came from behind him into the air, and when it landed, the warhammer had been split into four pieces by the cold death power.

"Monster! Come at me! ”

A cry rang out behind Sarufar, the strange accent that brought the Death Lord's raised fist to a halt in the air, and he slowly turned his head to see two heavily armed young orcs standing in the square not far behind him, with battle axes in hand.

Garrosh and Draranosh clenched their weapons nervously, they saw the panorama of how the monster had defeated the Grand Knight Uther head-on, but the innate courage of the orcs prevented them from sitting back and watching Uther be killed by the undead, and the moment the Death Lord with the horned helmet turned around, the moment they saw those cold eyes, the two young orcs shivered at the same time.

"Hehe, I thought it was..."

Sarufar stood up and tossed the dying Uther aside, he was indifferent, like a true merciless undead, but the rapid trembling left hand behind him and the sparkle in his ice-blue eyes represented the Death Lord's unquiet thoughts.

"It turns out that the two cubs who have weak hands and feet and come to be heroes..."

He saw Dranosh... He recognized the young orc's identity at a glance, the face that resembled him with a score of 7, and the way he held the weapon, all of which proved who he was.

Dranosh. Sarufar... That's his son! The only concern he has left 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 is bound to fall..."

"I'll only warn once!"

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"Get on your knees!"

King Terenus's calm and cold voice echoed in the king's chamber, and when he heard it, a trace of confusion flashed in Prince Arthas's eyes, and he stepped forward and said to his father:

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

"I say! On your knees! Alsace. Minahill! ”

The king's scepter was lit on the ground with a low sound, and seeing the serious glint in his father's eyes, the prince gritted his teeth and fell on one knee, and behind him, Gianna with a hood. Miss Proudmore looked at the scene before her, and she suddenly seemed to understand something, she bit her lip and slowly took a step back.

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

The old king looked at the cold and heavy scepter in his hand, but it represented the king's status 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 realized that they were watching an extremely important scene, and they straightened their backs.

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

"You have to remember that we have always ruled this country with strength and wisdom, and I am confident that you will use your great power carefully."

The atmosphere in the King's Hall became very solemn at this moment, and with the opening of the side door, Alsace's sister, Galia, who rarely showed her head. The princess of Minethil walked into the king's hall with an ancient crown in her hand, her face sad and at the same time like her father, looking at her grown brother with pride in her eyes.

"In this war, we are losing and retreating, but the real victory, my son, is the one that will lift the fighting spirit of your people in all circumstances."

"Father!"

Arthas raised his head and wanted to say something, but was stopped by the stern gaze of the old king, who looked at his son, stretched out his hand, took the crown from the princess's hand, and slowly put it on the top of his son's head.

"I tell you this because I have made up my mind that my children, my life, my reign, my failures, will come to an end today, and you..."

"Alsace. Minethil, you will be crowned King today! ”