"God-destroying Void Slash, what the hell is that?"
Varian was a little confused and felt that his brain was not enough.
This world is too scary, there are too many unknown existences, and there are invincible bosses hidden among the people. It is easy to eliminate the Lord of the Void. Fortunately, we did not cooperate with the Lich King.
With such a terrifying blow, how could the Lich King be his opponent?
Amid the admiration of everyone, the blood elf woman returned to her original position with a smile, and killed the Val'kyr twins with one sword. The woman acted calmly, as if she had done a trivial thing.
The obese troll man nodded: "My sister's method is good. It makes my brother and I feel a little itchy. Okay, it's time for me to move around."
Varian suddenly became cautious and stared at the troll man without blinking.
He somewhat understood that the two default championship teams were not unreasonable. It turned out that there were two super masters with unique skills.
The troll man suddenly widened his eyes and scolded:
"die."
The blood-red word "death" appeared above the head of the dark evil angel Edith, and then she let out a painful scream. Her body exploded, leaving only a pair of armor falling to the ground.
There was silence for a while, and everyone was stunned.
Jaina's eyes widened, as if she couldn't believe what she was seeing.
Varian was so frightened that he trembled all over and did not dare to look at the troll man. What a terrifying power this was.
After a long while, Fording lost his voice and said: "Is this the long-lost death curse? Legend has it that even the Titans cannot withstand the terrible curse."
The blood elf woman was slightly surprised and chuckled:
"He is worthy of being the younger brother of Sal, the savior. The death curse is so skillful that it hurts people invisible. My little sister's God-Destroying Void Slash chopped up the corpse and armor together, but it fell into the inferior category."
The troll man laughed and said: "My sister's God-Destroying Void Slash is a little behind, and she has not yet reached the stage of Nirvana of the Void. Otherwise, even the Lord of the Void can be killed with one sword even if he stands in front of you."
"Okay, very good!"
The savior Thrall stood up, grinned, clapped his hands and said:
"A real champion team has been produced. Two top masters have joined the Northern Expedition. The Scourge Legion's destruction is just around the corner. The Lich King Arthas is doomed."
The blood elf woman said charmingly:
"Although my God-Destroying Void Slash has not been successful, it is only a small effort to destroy the Ice Crown Fortress with one sword. If my sword does not kill the nameless rat, the mere Lich King is not worthy of my action."
The troll man looked proud and chuckled:
"The Lich King Arthas is just an ant and can be crushed to death at any time. However, there is a being far more terrifying than the Lord of the Void who is eyeing the world of Azeroth. In order to protect Azeroth, I must do my best.
Be careful, you really can’t be distracted.”
Seeing that the two masters refused to take action, Fording had no choice but to make his final speech:
"Warriors, you heard the call of the Silver Crusade and responded bravely. Right here and now, in the Crusade Arena, two champion teams have been born. Although they regrettably cannot participate in the conquest of the Lich King.
A great cause, but they have made an indelible contribution to saving Azeroth. After this round of trials, a new selection ceremony is about to begin."
Tyran Fordring, wearing the Lich King's armor, stood on the roof of the martial arts arena with Frostmourne in his hands. As soon as Tirion Fordring finished speaking, Tyran Fordring stamped his foot violently, and the crudely made roof shattered.
Split, Tyran Fording landed steadily in the center of the martial arts arena.
"The Lich King Arthas?" Fording was shocked and looked around for a way to escape.
"Arthas actually came to die." With two super masters sitting here, Varian was full of confidence. He wanted to see with his own eyes how the Lich King fell on the spot.
"Alsace!"
Thrall hurriedly lay down and hid under the seat. Using his hands and feet, he quickly crawled towards the pale Jaina beside him.
The Helm of Domination opened and closed, and the Lich King's magnetic voice spread throughout the martial arts arena:
"Look, it's a boring farce, just to harvest the souls and flesh of the contestants. I had no intention of participating in this game, but I heard the wails of countless souls. They are begging me to take revenge on you. Fording, someone will be defeated.
your."
Fording just wanted to escape, so he didn't say anything and stepped back step by step.
Only Varian, who didn't know the truth, yelled:
"Arthas, put down Frostmourne, the great warrior will make you die a quick death."
The Helm of Dominance spoke again: "Stupid King Varian, you are the only one here who does not know the truth. Unwilling soul, stand up and take revenge on your enemies."
Wisps of souls emerged from Frostmourne and wormed their way into the neatly laid corpses at the edge of the field. The fourteen participating teams who died in battle all stood up, with the light of the undead shining in their eye sockets.
The resurrected undead roared and rushed towards the two champion teams first.
The blood elf woman on the pagoda lost her beauty. One accidentally fell from the tower. The resurrected undead rushed up and quickly cut the twenty-five-person alliance team into pieces.
The fat troll man was not spared either. He screamed for mercy. The vengeful undead picked up their knives and tore the twenty-four orcs into pieces together with the troll man before eating them. Diamonds the size of human heads rolled aside.
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Varian was so frightened that the invincible master was killed like this, without the ability to fight back.
"Am I being fooled? These two are fake?" Varian came to this conclusion.
There was a loud "bang" sound.
Two large holes were knocked out of the roof of the martial arts arena, and two huge figures, one black and one white, quickly flew into the air and fled, quickly disappearing. They were the Val'kyr twins.
"What a fool I am."
Varian really wanted to slap his own mouth.
After wiping out the two championship teams, the undead rushed into the audience and slaughtered the top leaders of the Alliance and Horde in the VIP seats.
Thrall's bodyguards and Varian's bodyguards stepped forward to meet the enemy, but were no match for them. They were quickly massacred, but bought time for the leaders to retreat.
Jaina opened the portal to Dalaran, Thrall rushed in first, followed by Jaina.
Although Fording was some distance away from the tribe's VIP seats, he knew that Jaina's portal was the only escape route, so he rushed over in advance.
The power of the Holy Light gave him strength, and he pushed the others aside arrogantly, and the third one got into the portal.
This was very painful for Varian. The Alliance's VIP seats were opposite the Horde, and they had to go a long way to get close to the portal. Unfortunately, the vengeful undead had already rushed over.
Varian had no choice but to take out a precious teleportation scroll from his arms, and with a whoosh, Varian's figure disappeared from the spot.
It was a one-sided massacre. Except for a few leaders, all the dignitaries in the audience were brutally slaughtered.
Just then, something magical happened.
The four doors of the martial arts arena were opened wide, and a large group of silver Northern Expeditionary Army soldiers rushed in, their eyes glowing with a terrifying red light, and they rushed towards the vengeful undead and Taylan Fordring fearlessly.
Frostmourne emits more soul fragments and resurrects dead corpses. As the number of dead increases, the number of the undead army increases.
But the soldiers of the Silver Northern Expedition were not afraid and rushed into the martial arts field one after another.
In Icecrown Citadel, Robbie and Kel'Thuzad closely observed Tyran's physical data. After more than 30,000 deaths in the Silver Crusade, Tyran finally showed signs of aging.