So no one here has any fear of the undead.

Just the opposite.

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In addition, the number of the Scourge Legion is relatively large, and the number of high-level undead with independent consciousness and sanity is not large, which will naturally attract a large group of free prostitutes.

Obviously, Alsace, who was new to the country, was given a solid lesson as soon as he arrived at the military camp.

He didn't see the fear and panic he expected at all, only a pair of eyes full of greed.

"I swear! Sooner or later, those bastards will have to pay the price!"

The death knight held Frostmourne tightly, with a twisted and angry look on his face.

Just when Kel'Thuzad wanted to persuade him a few more words, a portal suddenly opened out of thin air, followed by Zariel's figure walking out from the other side.

I saw her looking at it with great interest, and then asked: "Are you the prince who personally completed the feat of killing his father and destroying his own country? I have to say that the first impression you gave me was quite bad. Regardless.

Is it an impatient personality or an unruly attitude?"

"Who are you?"

Alsace asked with his eyes filled with cold light.

"You can call me Zarrell, or you can call me Duke.

I am the commander with the highest authority on the bloody front line, and I am also your immediate boss.

remember!

You low-level maggots are not qualified to ask any questions from now on.

The only thing you need to do is to obey the orders.

do you understand?"

Zariel raised his chin slightly, assuming a arrogant and arrogant posture.

To be precise, this is how she was originally arrogant and arrogant.

Before Zuo Si arrived, Zariel basically looked down on everyone except Asmodeus, the Lord of Hell. He felt that all those lords were idiots and mentally retarded, and they were not worthy of licking his toes.

"Maggot? How dare you call me maggot!"

Arthas had never experienced such humiliation. All the anger he had accumulated during this period suddenly burst out. He suddenly raised Frostmourne and wanted to kill the "birdman" in front of him.

But the next second...

clang!

This sword, which had always been sharpened like clay, actually shot out shining ice flowers the moment it collided with the silver mecha, and the sharp blade could only leave a white mark on it.

The crisp sound of the metal collision seemed to be mocking something.

"This...how is this possible!"

Alsace was completely stunned.

Because he never expected that Frostmourne, whom he looked down upon, would be unable to do anything to a pair of armor.

Of course, if he had known the thickness of this power armor, the magic metal used and the magic-like protection ability, he would never have had the delusion of splitting it open with just a rune sword.

What a joke!

The outer mecha thickness of Zariel and many high-level Killing Angels and Tyrannical Angels has reached almost the same level as the armor of modern main battle tanks.

Moreover, they are made of high-strength, high-hardness, and high-toughness magic alloys, and a large number of protection with deflection force fields are attached to them.

In addition, there are also the blessings of spell-like abilities.

Especially Zariel, as a secondary level lord, his whole body, including his body and equipment, has been strengthened by the power of divine blood. Even Zuo Si can't guarantee that he can break through the defense at once, let alone someone like Alsace who can even explode stars.

The little death knight who can't do it.

Before Kel'Thuzad on the side could react to what was happening, Zariel suddenly grabbed Alsace's wrist with his backhand. The oil engine in his body suddenly began to roar, and his eyes were flashing horribly.

Hellfire.

moment!

Click!

The hand holding Alsace's sword and the Saronite iron bracer, which was said to be able to defend against all physical and magical attacks, were abruptly broken off and folded into a strange ninety-degree right angle.

However, because undead creatures cannot feel pain, Alsace's face only showed shock and astonishment, instead of screaming like ordinary people.

Zariel, who has experienced hundreds of battles and even fought against powerful divine powers, did not give this little death knight any time to react. He directly snatched Frostmourne from the opponent's hands, then pulled him off the horse and threw him violently.

Put another foot on the ground.

boom!

After a heavy muffled sound, Alsace's pale and handsome face was stepped directly into the soil on the ground. The huge impact even caused severe deformation of the bones and stiff muscles.

"Your courage is commendable! But your strength is a bit weak and your brain is not very good."

Zarrell raised the corners of his mouth and commented in a sarcastic tone.

Seeing that its master was being controlled, the skeleton war horse Invincible immediately let out a harsh neigh and raised its front hooves in an attempt to kick this terrifying enemy away to help rescue him.

But unfortunately, before it could lift its hoof to its highest point, the violent angel descending from the sky grabbed it and threw it hard towards the hard stone fortress in the distance.

With a loud noise and violent installation, Invincible instantly transformed from a handsome and handsome skeleton war horse into broken bones scattered on the ground.

Seeing the supreme commander of the Scourge Legion being humiliated like never before, all the undead present began to become agitated.

Especially those loyal death knights, without exception, drew out the rune swords they carried with them, and seemed to be ready to charge just for an order.

Faced with this situation, a normal commander should first appease the emotions of the army, and then find a way to slowly dismantle it.

But Zarrell is obviously no ordinary commander, but an out-and-out war madman, and also an extremely arbitrary person.

She just glanced at the Scourge with a contemptuous look, and then raised her arm to make a gesture.

The floating fortresses and large aircraft that were hovering overhead immediately began to flash with dazzling light, and then a vast army of demons and mechanical angels descended from the sky, as well as tens of thousands of infernal dragons, destroying less than a million.

A large army of undead surrounded the building on three levels inside and three levels outside.

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If anyone dares to make the slightest move, the Scourge Legion will completely disappear without even leaving any residue behind.

At this moment, Kel'Thuzad finally recovered from the shock and hurriedly yelled at those high-level undead who took actions without authorization: "How presumptuous! Who allowed you to dare to be disrespectful to the great Duke Zariel?"

Seeing the second-in-command in the command line of the Scourge Legion speak, and also because of the overwhelming and undisguised force deterrent above their heads, the agitation of the undead quickly subsided.

After all, although they are not afraid of death, they do not want to be eliminated in such an extremely humiliating way.

Especially after many high-level undead have begun to gradually get rid of the Lich King's brainwashing control, they have begun to have their own little thoughts in private. How could they be willing to die in vain at this time?

People like Sylvanas regarded Arthas as an enemy. When they saw the other party being humiliated, they couldn't even applaud him, so how could they step forward to help.

So standing at a high place, you can clearly see that the current Scourge Legion has been split into three parts.

One part of them is the rebel faction led by Sylvanas who is waiting to make Arthas pay the price, the other part is the die-hard faction who still obeys the Lich King's orders and is loyal to Arthas, and the last part has restored its freedom.

The neutral faction whose will is not yet sure how to choose.

Facts have proved that without the blessing of the Helm of Command, the so-called Scourge Legion is nothing more than a ball of loose sand.

Zariel undoubtedly noticed this and said in a warning tone: "Little Lich, you'd better be careful and don't let such an unexpected situation happen again.

Otherwise, I don't mind crushing you all to death like ants.

You need to remember that this is the front line of a bloody battle.

And you guys, at best, can only be considered a waste of a few hours on a certain front."

"Understood. Please rest assured, I swear on my own soul that I will never do any disobedient behavior again, and I will 100% obey every order you give me."

Kel'Thuzad knelt on the ground and bowed to the devil in front of him in a humble posture to apologize.

Because he has always been very sensitive to energy, he can clearly feel that Zariel's power is hundreds of times that of the Lich King Ner'zhul.

The terrifying aura bred from the mountain of corpses and sea of ​​blood can only be compared to Archimonde, who also destroyed countless planets.

Zarrell nodded with satisfaction: "Very good! Then you can immediately take people to station in Defense Area 42. I hope to see you come back alive in a few days."

"As you wish."

Kel'Thuzad did not dare to bargain. He lowered his head very humbly and bowed deeply once again. He did not look at Arthas, whose entire face was trampled into the dirt and struggling desperately.

As one of the few smart people in the entire Scourge, he has realized what will happen to this undead army that has set off huge waves in Azeroth. He also understands that if he still wants to save his life, he has the only way to do so.

Just cooperate honestly.

As for Alsace, who was arrogant and wanted to get rid of control, he had no chance now.

After all, not being able to hear the Lich King's voice for such a long time can already explain a lot of problems.

Watching the densely packed natural disaster army march towards the designated area, Zariel raised his feet and lifted Alsace up from the ground like a little chicken. He looked at the opponent's eyes full of anger and hatred and said:

“Open your eyes and understand the form!
To be continued...