Chapter 1725 The Decisive Battle for the Ice Throne (Fourth Update)

"Idiot! Idiot! No brains..." In Arthas's spiritual world, Ner'zhul's soul kept cursing.

"Stop! If you really want to completely destroy yourself! Just continue to expand the differences between your souls and mine." Arthas retorted lightly.

Ner'zhul fell silent. He was once very afraid of death, and he was afraid of pain after death. He was even more afraid of complete annihilation of his soul.

At this time, his weakness that reached the deepest part of his soul was clearly revealed. Alsace silenced him with just one word.

Ner'zhul even wondered whether his choice to merge with Arthas was the biggest mistake in itself.

The two souls have almost completely opposite personalities.

It was probably because he was timid and old that Ner'zhul yearned for the young, powerful, brave and energetic Arthas.

If they could agree, their personalities would indeed complement each other perfectly.

Unfortunately it's too late now.

Arthas began to reject Ner'zhul's soul, so he asked Ner'zhul to make amends. How to make amends?

Even so, Ner'zhul still had a ten-thousandth chance of getting lucky, hoping that the coalition would make a mistake.

"Damn Anastrian, if only I still had that ice crystal head. Although I hate that thing, it's really... troublesome without that thing at this time!" Ner'zhul babbled about his thoughts. Resentment.

"Anastrian? Hahaha! Don't think that the old boy's fate will be much better than ours! Believe me, Duke must have kept him on purpose."

Ner'zhul stopped talking again and just sneered.

At this time, the duel between the Lich King and a group of powerful alliance forces has begun.

Arthas summoned a large number of aberrant beasts. These monsters looked a bit like octopuses, but their bodies were full of open mouths, which greatly affected the appearance of the city.

Marla pulled her hooves and rushed out.

"Today's protagonist is not us." Maraad whispered to Yrel.

Occasionally, the hoof would be missing a tendon. She was not a fool after all. She would swing the war hammer and hit the aberrant beast.

A total of five Val'kyr Shadow Guards flew out. These undead creatures wearing Valkyrie armor and a pair of soul wings were attacked head-on by Tyrande and Shandris as soon as they appeared.

[Moonlight Ray] spans the void and shines directly on them.

Every light spot made them feel as if they were suffering from laser burns.

Under the bombardment of the moon goddess's magical spells cast by the two priests, Val'kyr suffered terribly.

Equally miserable is Alsace.

Tirion Fordring held the [Ashbringer] high and attacked first.

Different from the original history, old Mograine did not die, and [Ashbringer] never became [Corrupted Ashbringer].

In the entire Silver Hand and even the entire human world, [Ashbringer] now represents the Paladin's firm faith, the kind that would rather break than bend.

Looking at this huge holy sword, everyone seemed to see a shining immortal flag.

The old man who experienced the third war of the Dark Portal witnessed the journey of this holy sword that created countless glorious achievements. Old Mograine used it to defeat thousands of armies with one sword and forcefully break through the enemy's siege.

Now that the holy sword has been passed down to Tirion, this 'only' remaining first-generation paladin is also confirming his oath to turn his enemies into ashes, constantly fighting bloody battles, and embarking on a path as glorious as his previous master.

Representing the best soul of mankind, praising the greatness and holiness of the Holy Light, it is always in front.

The only enemy of the Holy Sword is evil.

The evil was not eradicated, so the holy sword was never sheathed.

If it was one on one, Arthas had a thousand ways to beat Tirion to pieces.

With the addition of Gavin Ladd wielding a wind sword, Alsace felt a bit overwhelmed.

Coupled with Sylvanas and a large number of guys who are doing last-minute hits and arrows, Arthas is really in a hurry.

Just like the Scourge, which tortures people, they always like to win with numbers.

This time it was the human-led heroic group's turn to torture him, and they already won in numbers.

There seemed to be a lot of brilliant light in the deep void around me, and the stars looked very beautiful from a distance.

A huge invisible hand is controlling them. It is like a paintbrush in the long river of history, painting a path forward that no one has ever seen before.

Without this hand, the world would probably become a dead world with only the undead.

However, it was it that forcibly turned a civilization that should have entered darkness from the deep and vast abyss, making the world's path forward turn a corner and return to the right path.

Duke did not attack. To Alsace, he was more terrifying than any attacker. Under his spell, the surrounding void platform of the Ice Throne seemed to become a picture shimmering with mottled mysterious light.

Only the person involved knows best that Duke, in this seemingly harmless light, uses magic to cut up the future that should belong to Alsace.

One by one, Duke silently severed the energy connections between Arthas and the remaining Scourge.

With the sophistication of Alsace, all the undead would definitely not be piled in Icecrown Glacier. Only the main force of the Scourge Legion is here. There must still be a large number of undead in some uninhabited corners of Kalimdor and the Eastern Kingdoms.

In the original idea, if the momentum went wrong, Arthas could use these undead as batteries, or he could use them as the seeds for the Scourge's comeback.

What Duke is digging now is the root of the Scourge.

You know, Alsace is now opening a domain to protect Ice Crown Fortress. Once he evacuates the territory, Icecrown Fortress will immediately be bombarded by nearly 10,000 heavy artillery pieces.

Once Icecrown Citadel is destroyed, Northrend's largest magic leyline node will also be lost.

In the end, Alsace still had to kneel.

This shows how spicy Duke's attack is.

Ner'zhul shouted in the spiritual sea: "We can't let Duke destroy our magic supply so leisurely!"

"Come out! Broken legs! Bad hands!" Alsace yelled.

Suddenly two deformed monsters rushed out of the void.

Duke's cheek muscles twitched. This thing is not in 'history'!

The one called [Broken Leg] is an undead mammoth. The difference is that this guy actually has sixteen broken elephant legs. As soon as it appeared, it kicked several people away, such as Yrel.

Just a little bit away, the hoof will fall into the void outside the platform. Duke used his mage's hand to grab the hoof's tail in mid-air and finally rescued the creature.

The bad hand was even more disgusting. It looked like a huge human hand with a diameter of at least ten meters, but there was a big green eye on each knuckle.