Diselok, whose dodge was half a beat too slow, was cut with a wound in his chest by Frostmourne, and his translucent soul was almost forcibly sucked out by the magic sword.
"No! Balnazzar! Save me!"
"Damn it!"
Balnazzar gave Diselok a hard look with a dark face, and successfully helped him break free from the shackles of Frostmourne's soul, allowing Diselok's soul to escape back to the Twisting Nether.
But problems also arose. Balnazzar swallowed hard when he saw the fallen prince who was so angry that he still planned to attack him.
At this point, Balnazzar knew that he could not defeat the cheating Arthas with his own strength.
"Swarm of putrid insects!"
Seeing Alsace crouching down and preparing to continue action, Balnazzar released a large number of blood-sucking insects first. The swarm of insects was also insidiously mixed with the Dread Lord's unique secret technique of hypnotic fog.
Alsace's combat experience was not as good as that of Balnazzar, who had lived for who knows how many years. He was so confident that he planned to break through the fog and kill Balnazar.
But Ner'zhul, who was connected to his soul, suddenly issued a warning.
"Don't be impulsive! There is a hypnotic spell mixed in the insect swarm, retreat!"
"But……"
The courageous Arthas had a conflict of will with Ner'zhul, who sought stability in everything. Taking advantage of Arthas's troubled expression, Balnazar turned into a ball of little bats and headed towards Icecrown Citadel without hesitation. Fleeing in the direction of the door.
"pity."
By the time Arthas put aside the differences between the Lich King for the time being, it would be impossible to catch up again.
Arthas was a paladin before his fall and wore a full set of heavy plate armor.
There is no problem in letting him fight in positional battles, but in pursuit battles... without a mount, this is not Alsace's strength.
It was impossible for Arthas to ride his undead horse Invincible into the interior of Icecrown Fortress, so he had no choice but to give up the pursuit.
When Arthas, urged by Ner'zhul, planned to continue rushing to the Frozen Throne savior, Vereesa, who was walking at the front of the team as a vanguard scout, happened to rush out of the secret escape tunnel and met Arthas, who had just turned around. Had a face-to-face meeting.
To Vereesa, all moving objects in Icecrown Citadel were enemies without exception.
Before she could see Alsace's face clearly, she quickly fired a series of feather arrows without hesitation.
Arthas, who was inexperienced in combat, did not react at all. Ner'zhul could only quickly take over control of his body and use Frostmourne to deflect most of the incoming arrows.
Even so, two arrows hit Alsace's left shoulder and right abdomen respectively. The special armor-piercing sword easily penetrated Alsace's high-quality heavy armor.
However, the undead Alsace no longer feels pain, so this minor injury will not have any impact on his activities.
Suddenly being forcibly taken away from control of his body, Arthas was secretly shocked and instinctively became wary of the Lich King, whom he had always trusted.
But at this juncture, Alsace didn't have time to think too much.
After regaining control of his body, Arthas shouted, raised Frostmourne high and struck Vereesa on the head.
"clang!"
Vereesa, who was holding a bow and arrow just a moment ago, skillfully and quickly replaced the eagle's claw, which is also an artifact. She firmly caught Alsace's counterattack, and with the help of the rebound force, she jumped back and pulled again. The distance from Alsace has been opened.
"Pyroblast!"
"Holy Fire."
Before Alsace could launch another pursuit, Ronin and Fao's support attack arrived in time.
"Again?"
Arthas took two steps back to avoid the basin-sized fireball and the Holy Light flames falling from the sky. He frowned and looked at several enemies who were filing out of a secret passage.
"My lord, what is this secret passage? Why do enemies sneak in one after another through secret passages that even I don't know about?"
"Uh~"
Ner'zhul, who was connected to Arthas' soul, was very embarrassed.
Come to think of it, Arthas, who claimed to be Ner'zhul's confidant, didn't know anything about the secret passage that even his enemies knew.
Anyone who puts himself in his shoes can understand the frustration and anger in Alsace's heart at this moment.
Ner'zhul was also puzzled by this strange situation.
"This is the escape route I prepared just in case. Apart from me, only Kel'Thuzad knows about it."
"The Dreadlords are the designers of Icecrown Citadel. They are good at infiltration and infiltration, so it's fair to say that they discovered the anomalies in the castle. As for these survivors...could it be?"
Because Kel'Thuzad had been loyal and capable over the past few years, Ner'zhul had no doubt that he would betray him.
Now that the facts are in front of us, after eliminating all wrong answers, no matter how absurd the last remaining possibility is, it must be the correct answer.
"Kel'Thuzad! You actually betrayed me?! Why!"
Icecrown Citadel echoed with Ner'zhul's extremely angry questioning. Kel'Thuzad, who was walking at the end of the team, sighed silently and floated out without touching the ground to confront Arthas (Ner'zhul).
"Why? Good question, but..."
Kel'Thuzad asked indifferently: "When did you start to have the illusion that I would be loyal to you? The incompetent orc Shadowmoon clan chief - Ner'zhul."
"you!"
Having his vest ripped open by Kel'Thuzad in public, Ner'zhul was furious and felt guilty at the same time.
"How do you know this name? Did Kil'jaeden tell you? Or was the Dread Lord behind it?"
Ner'zhul's soul essence is still slowly leaking out, and delaying time will be more beneficial to Kel'Thuzad. He doesn't mind using words to distract Ner'zhul here.
"Ha~" Kel'Thuzad sneered: "You might as well guess a little more boldly. You won't forget what I said when I decided to join the Scourge, right?"
"Since you, an old orc with a failing memory, don't remember, I don't mind consolidating your memory."
"I said at the time that I joined the Scourge Legion in order to pursue the path of truth that suits me best. I hope to gain more useful knowledge of the dead."
"Ask yourselves."
Kel'Thuzad confidently pointed his white-bone finger at Arthas...or, in other words, Ner'zhul hiding in Arthas' body.
"In all these years, apart from making pie-in-the-sky decisions and making excuses, have you ever given me any substantive knowledge?"
"No, not at all!"
Kel'Thuzad said sarcastically to Arthas: "Poor prince, haven't you seen the true face of the so-called Lich King until now?"
"Do you really think he thinks highly of you and will help you rebuild your own Kingdom of Lordaeron?"
"Innocent child, you should have woken up from your sweet dream long ago. Touch your chest and think about it carefully. What exactly does Ner'zhul want from you?"
"Shut up!"
After being exposed by his most trusted subordinates who had been lying for many years and beginning to rebel against his last hope in public, Ner'zhul completely broke through as expected.
He no longer made any cover ups, forcibly controlled Arthas' body that was struggling in his heart, and rushed towards Kel'Thuzad with Frostmourne flashing with blue light.
"Want to silence you? It's not that easy."
Kel'Thuzad, who was well prepared, activated the teleportation and once again returned to the rear of the team.
"clang!"
As the only warrior in the team, Thoras Trollbane stepped forward without hesitation and raised his sword to block Ner'zhul's furious attack.
"snort!"
Effortlessly deflecting Frostmourne with skill, Solas complained contemptuously: "Is this the Lich King's fighting skills? My useless son can hold the sword more steadily than you!"
"drink!"
As soon as the great sword broke away from Frostmourne, Solas immediately struck with a powerful and heavy backhand slash.
In his lifetime, Ner'zhul was only a shaman who was good at stargazing. Close combat was not his strong point. He was easily forced back by Thoras' counterattack with both strength and skill.
If Arthas hadn't been blessed with the power of the Lich King's soul and was in good physical condition, this blow would have been enough to knock Ner'zhul, who was not good at melee combat, to the ground.
"impossible!"
Ner'zhul looked at the greatsword in Thoras's hand that was still intact in astonishment.
As the holder of Frostmourne, he knows the sharpness of this magic sword better than anyone else. It is impossible for ordinary weapons to block Frostmourne's full-force slashing.
"Buzz!"
Solas vigorously vibrated the gorgeous sword in his hand: "Stomka War Destroyer, the sword of kings once used by Emperor Thoradin of the Arathor Empire, an artifact-level weapon that someone temporarily lent to me. "
"The magic sword in your hand is indeed very sharp, but...it is far from enough to hurt Stromka!"
"Kick!"
Solas launched a heroic leap and jumped high into the air, using the force of his fall to mercilessly slam out the sword in his hand.
"Stupid orcs with unworthy virtue! Hand over the Helm of Dominance and the throne of the Lich King! Those are not treasures you should get your hands on!"
