CHAPTER 702: QES

If Antonidas’ ice attack is a calm and steady song of death, then Duke’s fire combo is the wildest jazz.

At this moment, not only Duke was fighting, but the entire island of Quel’Danath was in flames of war.

On the island’s western coast, the Alliance launched an offensive beyond the Scourge’s imagination.

Mages from various countries, led by the top archmage Jaina, worked together to cast a spell and, following Duke’s instructions, jointly created a frozen road. After the large and slow troop transport ship approached the coast, they directly consumed a large amount of magic crystals to seal off all the sea surface between the troop transport ship and the coast.

"Praise life!"

"So that this world is not occupied by death!"

"Burn those damned bones!"

The Scarlet Crusade, led by General Abendis, became the first marines in the history of Azeroth.

The blood-red tide flooded the snow-white ice surface and rushed directly into the Undead position that had been plowed to pieces by artillery.

The shouts and cries of killing shook the heaven and earth.

The dense black shells covered the sky and the sun. On the golden beach, countless red-armored warriors rushed forward, trampling on the crushed and corrupt bones.

Echoing everywhere was the sound of someone’s angry cries or the painful moans of the dead.

The lich Les Frostwhisper, who had just been resurrected by Arthas and was entrusted with an important task, tried his best to control the situation, but was shocked by an unexpected situation.

It was a paladin whose entire body was flaming red like the rising sun.

He wielded a super-large sword that looked like a giant knife. Every swing of it would block the terrifying light as bright as the sun and turn large swaths of the undead into ashes.

Just when the artillery fire stopped, the elite undead army that was commanded by Rice to charge forward was cut in half like butter cut by a sharp blade.

The giant holy light horse, with a back fully two meters high and emitting golden light all over its body, rushed towards him without any obstacles, as if it was galloping wildly in a racetrack.

repent!

With the help of that terrifying sword, the Paladin’s control skill, which originally had a very short range, crossed the void of a hundred meters and landed on Les’s forehead.

The sudden power of holy light poured into Les’s evil soul, causing him to feel dizzy and unable to move.

Then when he came to his senses, he saw a paladin covered in golden flames sitting on a group of war horses that looked like the rising sun. He had come to him and was looking down at him. His eyes that seemed to be burning with flames made his heart palpitate!

"Destroy! You filthy soul--" With an extremely shocking roar, the giant sword split the lich Les’s vision with one move.

The intense pain that followed made Les’ soul howl for the last time in this world!

Theoretically, as long as the phylactery is not destroyed, the lich can be resurrected again and again through the phylactery, without limit. This theory has a premise, that is, the lich’s soul is not damaged.

However, this huge sword of light with astonishing power completely overturned the physical law that swords cannot damage the soul.

The powerful holy light attached to it actually completely burned Les Frost’s soul and completely wiped out this evil soul from the world.

Almost at the same time, the entire beach’s undead army fell into chaos. They still tried their best to attack every living person, but they lacked coordination and were no different from training targets in front of the well-organized and experienced human elites.

"Long live!"

"here you go!"

"Lord Mograine is mighty!"

There was a cheer. All the Scarlet Crusade warriors from Lordaeron and the knights from the Silver Hand cheered in unison.

That’s right!

The one who easily killed Les Frostwhisper was the great lord and deputy commander of the Alliance, Alexandros Mograine, who had rushed back from Ironforge.

The sacred giant sword in his hand, which looked a bit like a square-headed broadsword, was the one that changed hands several times in history, hovered between the sword of light and darkness, and was finally held by the legendary paladin Tirion Fordring. It was the giant sword of the artifact Ashebringer that destroyed Arthas’ Frostmourne!

The undead army fell apart on the beach, and black battle flags fell down one after another.

Seeing this scene, Mograine knew that the first battle was won safely.

"Alexandros!" General Abendis rode over excitedly.

"Alfred... I’m beginning to understand why Commander Edmund insisted that I go to Ironforge." In the past, when talking about Duke, Mograine and Abendis called him by his name because they were familiar with each other. Today, they rarely used the honorific.

"How lucky! The stone in your hand is actually the top-level Light Stone. Now we should be able to fight Arthas openly." Abendis raised the brand-new sword in his hand. Although it is not at the semi-artifact level, as an epic weapon, it is also the top-level. Similarly, this is also a sacred weapon made by Magni Bronzebeard.

"Actually? Lucky? No... Alfred! I don’t think so. Remember Medivh? When he came to warn us in the form of a crow, we insulted him as a dirty liar and an unqualified charlatan. Who would have known..."

"this..."

"It seems that all the mages of Karazhan have magical predictive abilities!"

Faced with Mograine’s sigh, Abendis was speechless for a moment.

Mograine waved his hand. "This is just speculation after all. I don’t have any evidence. There is no need to verify it. After all, the legendary prophets who are proficient in prophecy will pay a heavy price when they peek into the future. We just need to know that Sir Edmund can lead us to victory."

"That’s right!"

On the southeast coast of the island, rows of gorgeously shaped elven warships, regardless of their models, all washed directly onto the beach.

Feeling the impact from under his feet, a nimble and beautiful figure followed the powerful force and swooped down like a giant eagle, landing on the beach.

Just as she descended, more than thirty-six arrows containing the power of wind and thunder shot out, and eighteen of the most threatening giant crypt demons fell down.

Sylvanas suddenly raised her longbow, and her clear shout spread in all directions.

"For the Quel’dorei!"

The following landing troops all burst into thunderous shouts: "For the glory of the sun!"

The assault group, which consisted of nearly 30,000 elves, was small in number, but its strength should not be underestimated. It was no exaggeration to say that this was the last elite of the high elves, and also the strongest elite!

Mixed with a large number of huge arcane puppets, the momentum of this elven army is no weaker than the human coalition on the other side of the island.