The Saint of Sorrow acted very quickly. After discovering that the ancient court that had been cut off by her had been restarted, she immediately chose to lead her troops to investigate the situation, and even handed over the command ahead to the Iron Shaper Sjornir.
Rather than getting rid of the opponents, ensuring the downtime of the Ancient Tribunal during this period is the most important thing.
"Why should I ensure that the ancient court is down?" The Sad Saint's pace slowed down for half a beat, as if there was a contradiction in her own logic.
But soon, her pace became firm again: this was an order from the master, who was eliminating the betrayers in Aldu'arli.
The sound of heavy footsteps echoed in the corridor of the stone hall. The Saint of Sorrow looked down at the steel soldiers rushing towards the ancient court and shouted loudly, "For the will of the chief administrator!"
Arthas and others in the ancient court also heard the cry of the Sorrowful Saint. At this time, some steel soldiers branded with dark runes fell under the magic of Krasus.
"Crasus, can you handle these soldiers?"
Arthas looked at the Saint of Sorrow who appeared behind the Iron Soldier formation, turned to Krasus and asked.
"With this amount, we can still hold on for a while." Crassus estimated the situation and gave the answer.
Arthas nodded and said to Malygos, "Teleport me to the Saint of Sorrow later. Don't let her get close to the court."
"After teleporting you there, I will create a space that completely blocks communication. But in Ulduar, this kind of abnormal space cannot be maintained for long, otherwise it will be discovered by the guardian."
Malygos probably understood what Arthas was thinking, "Crassus and I can attract the attention of most of the Iron Soldiers and resolve the battle as quickly as possible."
After watching Alsace's figure disappear into a streak of blue light, Krasus took a deep breath, and the disguised elf pupils turned into vertical dragon pupils, and his breathing became hot.
"Lord Malygos, I want to release some of my power." Krasus' gentle voice slowly became deeper, and the loose robe on his body was also held up by the bulging muscles.
The red dragon clan, the clan of Life-Binder Alexstrasza, is best at neither magic nor dragon breath, but close combat.
The life force flowing in the blood makes the red dragon's body stronger than other dragons. Krasus cannot completely transform into a tens of meters long dragon in the ancient court, but he can still play part of his true body. strength.
The dragon, who usually disguised himself as an elf mage, tore open his robe with hands that already resembled dragon claws, revealing his strong chest muscles, which were covered with dense dragon scales. When the sharp claws scratched, they even emitted golden iron. A clashing sound.
Malygos watched Krasus rush into the formation of Iron Soldiers and began to crazily destroy the enemy's form. He himself unhurriedly began to frantically reinforce the magic that Krasus had arranged.
Arcane rune filling, energy flow overload, gain multiplication, negative effect enhancement...
The dazzling magic symbols and marks danced like musical notes in Malygos's hands. Even if Malygos did not use the purest magic to bring destruction to his opponents, these casual magics of Malygos still became insurmountable for ordinary steel soldiers. The natural moat.
If an old academic mage from Dalaran saw Malygos' unnatural operation, he would probably kneel down on the spot and cry bitterly:
This king of magic used his authority and power to carry out drastic reforms to the common spells used by Krasus that had been circulated in Dalaran for a long time, completing optimizations that would have taken decades or even hundreds of years for mortal mages. process.
But this is already a way to minimize the use of the Spellweaver's authority. Malygos has always been cautious. He is worried that if he uses excessive power, he may quickly attract the attention of Loken and other guardians.
The elimination and massacre of earth spirits was already underway in the Rock Hall, and some minor disturbances would not attract Loken's attention.
After all, the Scourge Legion and the Dragon Alliance on the frontal battlefield are not opponents that can be dismissed casually. Most of Loken's attention will definitely be attracted to the front.
The combined power of the natural disaster and the giant dragon is enough to temporarily resist the steel army that has not all been awakened, and even has the power to attack, but if they cannot restore the guardians who have not completely fallen to normal as soon as possible, they will not be able to resist for long...
The fully activated steel creations and the ancient weapons left in the Titan ruins are enough to easily defeat the natural disasters and dragons.
The situation is far from optimistic.
While Malygos was thinking, he threw out a few arcane arrows from time to time, directly annihilating the dark rune soldiers who tried to rush in.
Alsace, who had been forced to the side of the Saint of Sorrow by Malygos's teleportation magic, swung his sword at the Saint's ankle without hesitation.
The Saint of Sorrow, whose mind was bewitched by the dark power and whose reaction was slower than normal, completely failed to anticipate Alsace's sudden appearance, and the sharp magic sword easily cut off her ankle.
The Sad Saint who was still moving forward suddenly lost control of her body, and her heavy body hit the ground heavily, crushing several nearby steel soldiers into discus alive.
The saint propped herself up with her hands and looked at her injured ankle. She found that although her right foot was not completely severed, the sharp edge of the magic sword easily broke through her hard skin, and the gloomy power of frost Directly freeze her wound completely.
Even the transmission of energy was completely blocked. In other words, Alsace lost one of his limbs to the Saint of Sorrow who was caught off guard after just one encounter.
However, the Saint of Sorrow did not show any emotional changes. As a structural body, as long as the core is not destroyed, she can still fight even if half of her head is missing.
After catching Alsace's figure, she took the warhammer and slammed it on the ground. The ground was immediately dented by the terrifying force. The huge vibration stopped Alsace's footsteps for a moment.
"How dare a fallen flesh-and-blood life break into the core area of the Rock Hall?! You will be punished with the most severe punishment!" the Saint of Sorrow sternly shouted.
Weird fluctuations spread around along the huge warhammer embedded in the ground. The steel soldiers who were marching past the Saint of Sorrow toward the Ancient Court suddenly stopped, their bodies began to tremble unconsciously, and they could not even hold the weapons in their hands tightly.
Arthas naturally also felt the "suppression" from the Saint of Sorrow. This was the grief caused by the construct's premonition of a dark fate before being bewitched. This emotion, inspired by the Titan's core, even became The big killer weapon in her hands after the fall.
This effect is similar to a halo, covering the surrounding area, and beings, or even constructs, controlled by the sorrow of the Sorrow Saint will be unable to control their own behavior due to uncontrollable grief.
If continuously affected by this power, negative emotions will hit the soul and break the victim's will.
Even the Iron Soldiers, who have strong immunity to psychic effects, are not immune. It stands to reason that in the eyes of the Sorrow Saint, Alsace's flesh and blood body will become completely insane and completely lost in the world within a few seconds. In mourning.
But in her shocked eyes, Arthas did not slow down at all except for being temporarily stopped by the initial shock wave.
——How can the mental shock of a mere Titan construct influence the will of the person who rules the dead in the world?
Full of confusion and the contradictory logic that still persisted, the Saint of Sorrow watched helplessly as Frostmourne was sent into her eyebrows.
