mtlumby2d Chapter 297: We have one person who can stop tens of thousands of troops from Old Drust
Chapter 297: We have one person who can stop tens of thousands of troops from Old Drust
Changing back to the original voice, Arthas raised Frostmourne and looked at everyone.
He reached out and tapped his helmet. "Bang, bang, bang!" He said helplessly, "Can you give me a definite answer? I have already dispersed my aura."
A breeze from Thros blew, but it still couldn't blow away the grudges that suddenly grew in people's hearts, it could only blow away the coldness of the sword.
The cold wind blew across Alexander's face, causing his soul to shiver.
A sword spirit of the magic sword craves souls, especially legendary souls, or special souls. The sword spirit's mouth has been spoiled by its master.
Feeling the invisible threat, Alexander said: "Young man, take care of your weapon."
"It's greedy for us, salivating, and has opened its bloody mouth wide."
Hearing this, Arthas gently touched the hilt of the Frostmourne sword.
Ignoring the cold invasion of Frostmourne, Arthas looked up to the sky and blew a breath of white air, then directly replaced the magic sword in his hand with a suitable sword spirit.
Before, he was only thinking about shoveling the soil and forgot the nature of the sharp sword spirit.
This sword spirit is the spirit of a genuine magic sword, not a pirated heavy sword spirit.
This sword spirit still needs to be educated slowly. Accepting the holy light and using it to shovel soil are just initial instructions.
Raising the sword and stroking it gently, Arthas said, "It's all right. It's completely normal now."
"This sword is called Frostmourne. It has the power to sever souls, control the dead, and even devour souls."
Upon hearing Arthas explain the power of Frostmourne, Alexander trembled even more violently, but unfortunately it was only within his soul.
It turned out that the young man in front of him had no intention of letting him leave from the beginning, and his guess was correct.
"Frostmourne is the nemesis of all the dead... The tolerant Holy Light is also willing to bless it."
The sword that was emitting cold air suddenly emitted a shining light, proving that Arthas was right.
"Believe me, the Holy Light will surely bring us victory, for..."
Gently standing in front of Arthas, Jaina protected him behind her with one hand.
She used her body to gently bump into Arthas, stopping him from continuing.
Her knights were always so inflexible, singing praises to the Holy Light so many times that it almost became an instinct.
The Death Knight does not use Holy Light to cover his face. It seems that he needs to take some time to correct his wrong idea.
Jaina sent Arthas to be her guard and said, "The sword is indeed very powerful, but it cannot guarantee our safety."
The silent Great Thornspeaker Ulfa was about to refute Jaina, but he immediately shut up.
That magical magic sword, as well as the helmet and aura of the Dark King just now, have a triple suppressive power on the undead, and the advantage in dealing with the Drust ghosts is very obvious.
However, if you are not careful on the battlefield, you will get hurt... or even sacrificed. No strong person can always protect the weak on the battlefield.
"He said he could get everyone out safely, so I'll prove it to you now."
Jaina raised her hand and pointed in the air. A square blue portal suddenly appeared, and a blue halo slowly flowed and rotated.
Giving everyone a sweet smile, Jaina raised her hands, pointed at the portal and said, "Does anyone want to try it?"
Whoosh! A figure came sweeping in like the wind, and Alexander reached into the portal.
Not sensing any danger, he pressed his hands against the door frame and stuck his head inside.
If you don't go, you won't understand. Once you go, you'll be shocked. Alexander quickly withdrew his head with a sad look on his face.
He turned to look at Jaina, who looked curious, and said, "Child, there is a dark sea below."
"If you jump in without knowing it in the dark night, you might end up being fed to the beasts in the sea."
There was no response. Jaina continued to look at Alexander Waycrest with curiosity, her face full of anticipation, the same reverence that a descendant has for his ancestors.
Suddenly, he felt a terrible suction force. Just as Alexander was about to question the young man with bad intentions, he was swallowed by the portal and no sound was heard.
Without paying close attention to the expressions of other people around her, Jaina had a smile on her face, just like a warm waiter welcoming guests.
She originally wanted to ask the guards around her to be voluntary experimenters, but there are always some people who don't play by the rules.
This was especially true of this ancestor Waycrest, whom she didn't know very well. Who would have thought that his curiosity was not at all like that of a qualified, mature and steady old man.
Blinking her eyes gently, Jaina opened her lips slightly and said, "Because the spatial location of Thros is unpredictable, there are some minor problems with the portal I opened."
"But please don't worry, your safety is guaranteed."
"Hello everyone, please watch the real-time picture." Jaina smiled and raised her right hand to produce a real-time image out of thin air.
As Jaina infused more mana into her, the image in her hand slowly grew larger, and she threw it over her head so that everyone could watch it carefully and see the details of the picture.
When Alexander reached out and touched the portal, Jaina quietly placed a mark on him that would only last for two or three minutes.
As for why she learned it, she had to thank the guards behind her and her loved ones who worked hard.
From the initial "personal touch" to the short-distance imprinting, all it takes is a passionate and exciting cheering, and a powerful attack on your own key points to show your divine power.
The knowledge that came from Lady Nathrezim and that belonged to Jaina was shared, and was taken away through the Internet... and the results were taken away by the thieves.
This incident taught Jaina that leaving a mark at will has its price, and the only way to ensure that the mark is taken away successfully when leaving is to do so!
Thanks again to Arthas, Jaina and others for their full efforts... Let's end the bonus insert of Lady Proudmoore and start the main film of the high-altitude fall.
〖Ahhhhhhhh!〗
Pointing lightly at the big screen, Jaina muted the disturbing sound and instantly flashed to the big screen.
She gestured in the air and pinched two fingers lightly. At the same time, the big screen tightened and the range of the real-time scene broadcast suddenly became larger.
This marked that Jaina had successfully opened... and drawn the picture of Alexander's wailing.
In order to let everyone see clearly the distance between the starting point in the sky and the end point on the sea surface, she also specially marked three points and drew two white lines that changed in real time next to them.
"Please note that Lord Waycrest began a unique free fall from the landing point, setting a bad example for us."
When Jaina tapped the void, a knocking sound was heard on the big screen, reminding everyone to concentrate, but the speaking speed was a bit fast.
At the same time, Sebastiro, Arthur... and Lucia temporarily gave up the title of Lord Waycrest and no longer wanted to be the heir.
Normal Waycrest members were ashamed to associate with Lord Alexander Waycrest. He was so old that he was restless even without his body and was too curious.
"With the materials Lord Waycrest voluntarily provided, I made careful calculations in just thirteen seconds."
"I have successfully discovered that the opening point of this portal in the air is about 24 kilometers (kilometers) above the sea surface."
Tapping the void again, Jaina pointed to a starting point closer to Lord Waycrest and said, "Now we will start adding the instability factor due to the spatial characteristics of Thros."
Jaina waved her hand gently in the void, and green dots appeared near the teleportation starting point on the thin large screen.
After doing all this, Jaina saw that Lord Waycrest would meet the warm ocean in five or six seconds, so she raised her right hand, released arcane power, and quickly drew a circle in front of her.
A little after a minute, a circular portal appeared below Alexander, who was carrying unparalleled energy.
Instantly, the new portal transported Alexander to Thros, opening right above a group of the living.
Click! The Proudmoore elite guards, who had been prepared for a long time, jumped into the air without Jaina's reminder.
Bang...bang...bang...bang! It turned out that it was Arthas who was stepping on the stones that had been crushed into ashes, jumping step by step, approaching Lord Waycrest who had a terrified face.
Less than three hundred meters from the ground, Arthas successfully hugged... Wrong!
It was Arthas who used one hand to offset the impact energy caused by the long landing, one finger... some exaggerated, and one hand to lift up the frightened Lord Waycrest.
Even with his aura restrained, the Lich King's appearance was still so charming... so dark, deep, evil and domineering... The old man was easily frightened by the cold eyes emitting blue fire, but fortunately Alexander did not know how to blackmail him.
As they slowly descended, Arthas spoke: "Elder, thank you for your selfless dedication."
"I'm sorry that you were frightened by some unexpected incident."
Hearing the voice, which was not as cold and low as before, Alexander wanted to hit the person but did not dare to do so. He stopped his hand like a kind old grandfather.
He didn't know what would happen to the young deceased in front of him if he punched or hit him with a palm, but... if there was any possibility of experiencing the excitement of falling again, he didn't want to touch it at all.
Forcing a smile, Alexander said: "Don't be sorry, kid. This is what I should do."
"You don't need to worry about this kind of thing..."
"Elder, in fact, if you don't take the initiative...I will take the initiative to stand up."
After a pause, Arthas smiled what he thought was a "gentle" smile and said, "It's just that you were too fast and I was a little slow to react."
Alexander suddenly covered his chest with one hand, and his blue soul eyes seemed to say, hate...
However, before Alexander could get angry, Arthas said, "Respected elder, you are a soul body, you should be able to fly."
Alexander's eyes suddenly widened in disbelief. You kid...
At the same time, Arthas landed lightly on the ground without raising a speck of dust.
It is a pity that the dark land of Thros does not respond to the Earth Guardian!
Is it because the Lich King Arthas' voice is not loud enough that he can't respond?
What’s exciting is that Alexander, who was held up by Arthas with one hand, tried out what Arthas said and floated away lightly from Arthas’ heavy gauntlet.
The soul can usually float, unless the soul does not know how to float, or only lifts its feet and sticks to the great Mother Earth.
"Father, aren't you ashamed?"
With a hearty laugh, Alexander was floating in a happy mood, forgetting his previous thoughts of going to the kingdom of the dead and feeling the beauty after death.
This is not a possible patent of the soul of the Shadow Realm. In case it is not used often, it will affect...
At this moment, a clear female voice was heard in the air.
"Please look at these extra green dots in the picture."
A finger-like number of light green dots appeared. The new Proudmoore host, Jaina Proudmoore, once again attracted the attention of everyone... thirty-four people.
The camera focusing on Proudmoore's guards shifted at the right time, and the guards completed the task 1,000 percent beyond Jaina's expectations.
She thought that Arthas would shout out the holy light, summon wings that could not fly, and step on the pillars of ascension to pick people up.
That set of continuous footwork in the air seemed to be what Arthas mentioned... I will be blessed in the future.
"They... never mind, let's not make it so complicated."
"Because I can't locate Thros, I can only sense its presence."
"So, although I can take you away, these green dots of varying shades may just be where you are after you leave Thros."
Lifting up a large screen in mid-air, Jaina threw it down and said, "Don't worry, this is just the application of magic."
The big screen turned into thirty-five small screens, and thirty-four small blue screens fell in front of everyone. Jaina put away a crystal blue screen and slowly floated down.
She calmly took the hand handed to her by the guard, and was pulled to the side of the gentleman-like Arthas.
The black leather boots tapped the ground lightly, and the female mage who came from the sky stood firmly in front of the male knight. All she needed was the fairy light...
"I understand what everyone is worried about. We are just a reconnaissance team."
"Our job is mainly to detect the enemy, not to do things that we cannot do."
What she meant was, I might... I might not be very good at fighting, but when it comes to leading everyone to retreat, I’m definitely the best among the first ones.
Patting the solid ice crystal screen, Jaina said, "After leaving Thros, Kul Tiras is near the sea."
"When we left together and returned to Azeroth."
When Jaina said that, a cute picture appeared on the icy blue screen in front of everyone... Afraid that they couldn't accept it, it instantly turned into a realistic one.
"I can seize that brief moment and lead everyone back to the Great Thorntalker's lair in one breath."
In the picture, all the people present, all those who were in a falling state, were teleported to the outside of Ulfa's beast cave by Jaina's mass teleportation spell.
It has to be said that the more open-minded a mage's spells become, the more practical they become.
As her power grew, Jaina's progress was very obvious compared to Arthas... She was in another world. At that time, she was still a...
"Are you all relieved now? You should still be worried."
“Please believe us, the more enemies come here, the less pressure we will have in the future.”
"Arthas and I have a secret weapon. Once it appears, even demigods will retreat."
During this time, Jaina's words confused many Thornspeakers, making them wonder whether they came to serve as scouts of the army or as vanguards to fight the enemy.
Ignoring the dazed looks of some people, Jaina closed her eyes and turned her head away.
She looked at the four Waycrest members who had been watching for a long time and said, "If you don't trust us, I have witnesses."
"The current Lord Waycrest, Arthur Waycrest, can vouch for me."
Hearing this, everyone's eyes turned to Arthur, who was thinking with his eyes closed. He had his hands behind his back, looking very reliable.
As if sensing everyone's expectations, Arthur looked at Arthas and said, "We have one man who can stop tens of thousands of Old Drust troops."
"Arthas Menethil, his true strength is comparable to that of a demigod."
By putting the blame on Arthas, Arthur did not "disappoint" Jaina's expectations, and she did not expect this situation.
"The power he is showing now may be too weak in your eyes. It is a special master's strength."
"But once he unleashes his true power, an army of 100,000 can be destroyed in a snap."
It is unclear what the exact number of Drust undead armies Arthas faced at the time, but Arthur picked out a fact that was doubled and existed in a corner of the past image.
The undead and demons that may fill the mountains are probably more than a hundred thousand strong. The true strength of a paladin facing such an army alone must be questionable.
Arthur thought so because of Brutus's "shock" when he watched the naval battle of the Lord of Light from afar, as well as Jaina's exaggerated image, and put pressure on his nephew.
"I have personally witnessed his power. An army of about 10,000 undead was completely unable to stop a single blow of his sword energy."
Continuing to exaggerate Arthas's strength, Arthur exclaimed: "Those undead souls were purified by the Holy Light in just one breath, just a little bit..."
"Wait, Arthur."
It was Alexander who reminded them. It was the first time he was so serious: "The dead are very scary. Don't take it for granted."
In a blink of an eye, within a few seconds, everyone looked at him. Alexander said, "One hundred thousand brainless skeletons, if they all come together, they are very likely to grind me to death."
"I'm not lying. If you don't believe me, ask the Great Thorn Whisperer."