Crossing the Other World: My Warcraft System

Chapter 931 That's You Can't

In Arthas's view, the remaining five people were just resisting stubbornly, which he could not tolerate.

"Come out! My slaves!"

Following Arthas' summons, a large number of undead Vrykul appeared on the platform and surrounded Rexxar and Jaina!

In order to resist these undead Vrykul, Rexxar had to summon Misha back to help.

Arthas looked at the remaining Lao Chen and Tirion and said cruelly: "You two ants are the only ones left who are in the way!"

Then Arthas opened fire with full force. He grasped the hilt of Frostmourne with both hands, and the rune sword was reduced to a black blade as he swung his arms!

Bang!

Old Chen only felt a black shadow flash by, and before he could react, he was beaten severely!

puff!

A mouthful of panda blood spurted out of his mouth, and then his body flew backwards and hit the ice!

Old Chen collapsed on the ground, with a broken half of a monk's staff in each of his hands. The severe pain in his body made him unable to move!

If it weren't for his thick skin and strong ability to withstand blows, he would have been killed on the spot.

In just a few seconds, his Pandaren teammate was on the verge of death. Tirion was horrified. He quickly condensed a holy light in his hand and threw it towards Lao Chen!

"How dare you be distracted when death is imminent!"

Arthas kept attacking Tirion. He had discovered that the court swordsmanship he had learned in the first half of his life was of no use to this battle-hardened first-generation paladin. Therefore, Arthas kept using the Death Knight's skills, using the difference in rank to suppress old Fordring!

Arthas fought one-on-one with Tirion on the Frozen Throne where the power of death was extremely strong. He wantedonly wielded his strength, and black light shot up into the sky, so heavy that old Fordring felt suffocated!

"Hahaha!"

Seeing that victory was in his grasp, Arthas knocked Tirion to the ground again and again!

Old Fording relied on the little remaining Holy Light power in his body to hold on, like a broken boat floating in the rough waves of the tsunami!

A refreshing feeling surged through Alsace's body!

In this Frozen Throne, he is invincible!

Alsace enjoyed this pleasure!

"Ferdin, your weakness and painful wails are the best proof of my great strength!"

"I will resurrect you as my Chief Death, and let you witness this miserable world being remade in my hands. I don't want you to miss it!"

puff!

In the end, Arthas wielded Frostmourne and used its powerful force to once again shatter the golden shield on Tirion's body. The rune sword stabbed into Tirion's chest and crushed his heart, just like it had killed his father!

Arthas drew out Frostmourne and glanced at Jaina who was still struggling.

There was no emotion in his eyes, no trace of heartache.

Of course, Arthas didn't know that he was already an incomplete man.

Garin had already taken away his heart and separated Mishilsa Anel from his soul!

He raised Frostmourne high up, and then black rays emanated from the tip of the sword!

The rays connected the twenty-five members of the group on the platform, whether they were Jaina and the other two who were still alive, or the twenty-two corpses that had already died!

"You are the greatest warriors in Azeroth! You are favored by Garen and dare to face the powerful me! Is it really justice that drives you? I have my doubts!"

"Galin, you have trained a group of strong men. You have given me the greatest courage and strength in the world... Just as I hoped... You will be rewarded for your selfless dedication!"

Arthas increased the output of Frostmourne's power, and the entire sky of the Frost Throne turned black!

"Watch me resurrect them and make them the most powerful men of the Scourge... They will become the sharpest blades in my hands. Under my command, they will shroud this world in death and chaos!"

"The Azeroth you cherish will be destroyed in their hands... and you, Galen! You will be the first to die in their hands!"

Arthas laughed wildly and said, "Hahaha! I just like this kind of dramatic flavor...!"

"No!"

"This is impossible! How can there be no souls among these corpses!"

Hey!

It would be strange if it had a soul!

After this group of warriors died at the hands of Arthas, Garen received the prompt from the Heart of Origin.

Garin took the twenty-two and the heroic spirits in one go, leaving no chance for Arthas!

Seeing that the time was almost right, Garin began to gather the power of holy light in his body, directly offsetting the death force on the ice coffin, and then swung with all his strength, blasting the ice that wrapped around him!

Following an explosion, ice fragments flew all over the sky and fell on the platform of the Frozen Throne!

Arthas stared at Garin who had just emerged from the ice coffin. "It seems I underestimated you, Garin. I didn't expect you to have tampered with these people's souls!"

"The Holy Light protects them and keeps them from being disturbed by you!" Garin said casually.

"No! This is impossible! The Holy Light can't save them!" Garin's words made Arthas instantly furious: "When I needed power to eliminate the undead plague and save Stratholme, the Holy Light did not appear!"

"When I needed the power to kill Mal'Ganis, the Light did not answer my prayers!"

"When I needed to heal Muradin, the Holy Light didn't respond!"

"The Holy Light is useless! There is only Frostmourne! Only death is the true destination of this world!"

Arthas' hysterical screams echoed in the howling cold wind of the Frozen Throne!

Garin had no reaction.

As the saying goes, if you are sincere, your wish will come true. If you don't have firm beliefs and devout faith like old Fording, Uther, or even Turalyon, you cannot become a holy light receiver with signal max.

Just like only the tallest trees in the forest can absorb more sunlight, who can you blame if you are too short to receive the sunlight?

"That's because you can't."

Garen smiled and looked at Arthas and the Frostmourne in his hand, then took out his Ashbringer.

"Look at me."

Under Arthas' shocked gaze, Garen activated the Wrath of Vengeance and the Guardian of the Ancient Kings!

A pair of wings!

Two pairs of wings!

Three pairs of wings!

Seraphim!

Not only that, a nearly five-meter-tall golden-armored giant appeared behind Garin!

"The Holy Light just doesn't favor you."

Garin's slow words angered Arthas again.