The Prince of Lordaeron bravely enters Azeroth

The surrounding Cult of the Damned had just seen their leader, Les Frostwhisper, being destroyed by a ball of fire.

Before they could escape, arcane chains appeared around them and bound their limbs. Then they were killed by arrows, fireballs and missiles shot down from the sky.

After the death of these members of the cursed sect, the undead army sensed the five living people around them and, driven by their instinct to crave the flesh and blood of the living, pounced on Arthas and others.

With the help of Tirion and Tyran father and son, Arthas successfully reunited with them.

However, the surrounding undead had formed a circle to trap the five people and kept approaching.

"It seems that these undead have completely lost control. We should act according to the plan next. Let's go and retreat."

With the efforts of the three paladins, they used holy light to blast a path and led the undead behind them to the ambush point.

Standing on the mountain, watching Arthas and his men break out of the encirclement of the undead, Jaina and the others slowly breathed a sigh of relief.

"Now that we have completed our mission, let's go to the ambush site and wait for them."

After listening to what Jaina said, Kael'thas, Rhonin, and Vereesa nodded. The three mages present were all proficient in using teleportation spells.

Although Vereesa was only a ranger, she had a wizard husband, Rhonin. After a short preparation, they passed through the portal and arrived at the pre-arranged ambush point.

When Anastasius Astrologer saw the four men return safely, she bowed to Kael'thas and reported to him the preparations for the ambush site.

"Your Highness, we are ready. As soon as the undead come in, we can open the magic barrier and surround them. Then, these undead will see how powerful we are."

"Very good, then let's wait for Arthas and the others to successfully lure these undead here."

Kael'thas nodded to her, then looked into the distance from his high place, waiting for the arrival of the Scourge.

On the other side, six people were galloping on their horses to lure the undead army. The three paladins attacked the undead army behind them from time to time to reduce the number of undead. The two warriors, Falric and Marwyn, were leading the way in front.

As for why five people became six, it was because they passed by a murloc camp and rescued a villager from the Hearthglen named Mark from a cage.

He was just out hunting when he was caught by the merman, but luckily someone rescued him.

I wanted to give a pair of shoes to these saviors, but unfortunately the undead were chasing too closely, so Marwyn took them on their horses and ran away with them.

Why did these undeads keep chasing them? Of course, it was because of the special potions brought by the Dalaran mages.

This potion can attract the undead to attack the person who sprays it. It is truly a secret potion for attracting the undead.

Hatred lock can be said to be an essential medicine for tanks to taunt when fighting against undead bosses.

Mark, who was being taken away, had just sprayed this medicine and felt that it was very refreshing and a rare and good product for removing odor from the body.

But in the eyes of the undead, these people are rare food, just like the meat of Monk Tang that can make people immortal if eaten. The undead instinctively feel that this kind of thing should not be missed.

After swinging his sword to kill a gargoyle that was howling at him from the air, Arthas felt extremely exhausted.

There were too many undead souls, more than the last time he faced them in Brill.

In particular, these undead are not all low-level troops, there are also many high-level troops.

Even if they lost the control of the Curse Cult, they were still able to attack from the sky, land, and underground, constantly consuming everyone's physical strength.

"Farric, how long are we to the ambush point?"

"Your Highness, it will take another thirty minutes along this road."

"Very good, we should be able to hold on."

Mark, who was sitting in front of Marvien, heard this and thought that you can still hold on, but what about me?

These undead spirits are so terrifying that I have almost died several times since I started riding.

However, among my other abilities, my ability to escape is definitely the best in our village.

If the fisherman hadn't caught me in his net, I would have run away long ago.

Some blood had to be shed, so Mark pulled a scroll out of his pocket.

He said loudly to Arthas: "Your Highness, I have an ancestral scroll of speed."

"It can speed us up. I'll open it right away."

No, stop talking nonsense. You have this good thing but you didn’t use it earlier. Can’t you see that the undead are chasing us?

The potion we spray on our bodies will attract the undead within a five-kilometer radius to smell and chase us.

After seeing Mark use the speed scroll, everyone's mounts became more than twice as fast as before.

Arthas felt deeply gratified. Good people are indeed rewarded. Saving just one person can have such a miraculous effect.

By the way, is this Mark the one who gave me a pair of boots with increased speed in the game and then quickly ran back to Hearthglen?

It seems that he has a great ability to escape, but unfortunately he encountered the fishman's net that can catch people.

With the help of the so-called speed scroll, Mark's ancestral treasure, the six people quickly arrived at the ambush point.

As soon as Jaina saw them coming, she used a teleport spell to teleport them up.

"It's up to you guys from now on. Let's take a rest."

Arthas took out several bottles of water from the Fountain of Life and distributed them to others.

Drink it in big gulps to restore your strength.

Not long after the few people drank the fountain of life, the undead army swarmed into the ambush point designed for them.

In an instant, a light blue magic barrier appeared all around, covering the undead army.

No matter whether the undead were flying in the sky, running on the ground, or digging underground, no one was left out; all were contained within the barrier.

The mages outside the barrier saw that the time had come and began to chant spells. Arcane, fire, and frost spells fell from the sky without any effort.

The gargoyles in the sky were knocked down one after another and smashed into the undead troops on the ground.

In the gaps between some undead, many spells penetrated the ground and shot onto the heads of the undead spider demons.

Seeing that the undead underground were difficult to kill, Arthas placed his hands on the ground, using the power of the earth to expose all the underground undead to the sunlight.

However, there was a zombie that he covered with mud, and used the power of the earth to move the zombie from the foot of the mountain to his feet.

Keep the power of Menethil aside, ready to cleanse this ghoul with holy light.

These unintelligent undead would just rush towards the six people who were sprayed with potions on the mountain at the ambush point without any care. The Scourge without anyone to command could be said to be a mess.

Waves of spells such as rain of fire, blizzard, arcane missiles, etc. fell from the sky, and waves of flame storms on the ground continued to burn the undead.

These undead spirits were beaten down before they could even reach Arthas. Colorful spells continued to destroy them, but at least they died painlessly.

Unfortunately, the undead in front of them had no sense of pain, only instincts. After a while, only the corpses of the undead remained at the foot of the mountain to prove their existence.

It was hateful! The mages were ruthless people. They cast fire spells and a huge fire burned their broken limbs and bones to ashes.

In the end, only a pile of charred charcoal was left, which was put out by the wizards with water, thus cutting off their chance to ignite the fire again and destroy the forest.

I believe that in the near future, this land will be suitable for growing crops, contributing to increasing food productivity for our alliance.

When Arthas couldn't help but sigh when he saw these undead souls being recycled by the mages, a mage ran over with a tube of green potion.

"Your Highness Prince Arthas, we have successfully produced an antidote to the plague. Please take a look."