Lich King 1

Thrall and Dasohan heard this news and saw shock in each other's eyes: The Lich King personally took action? Darius and Thoras are key figures on their respective defense lines. The Gilneas and Stormgarde armies must be in chaos! And Dar'Khan definitely hasn't stopped; maybe something has happened to the nearby Stormwind army as well!

"Be careful!" Thrall slowly retreated, raising his guard.

Dasohan nodded and returned to his defense line, covering each other with Thrall.

Thrall silently prayed for the help of the Spirit of the Elements. The omnipresent Wind Spirit in the air responded to him: 'Be careful over there!'

Thrall looked in the direction indicated by the Wind Spirit. It was in mid-air, empty. But he believed the Wind Spirit wouldn't deceive him. The Spirit of the Elements must have seen something invisible to the naked eye—like an invisible person!

Thrall secretly summoned the power of the elements, suddenly swung doomhammer, and unleashed a bolt of Lightning. The electric light streaked forth, and a scream suddenly came from that direction. The air twisted, revealing two figures: Dreadlord Varimathras and Lich King Dar'Khan!

Varimathras's abdomen was scorched by the chain Lightning. Then the Lightning automatically conducted to Dar'Khan, but the Lich King's shield spell canceled its effect, and Dar'Khan remained unharmed. Only Varimathras was innocently caught in the crossfire.

Behind Dar'Khan, an invisible force grabbed Darius, Thoras, and Varian. Their throats were seized, and they struggled weakly in the air, their faces turning blue-purple from lack of oxygen, veins bulging on their foreheads, eyes beginning to bloodshot, and their expressions extremely ferocious!

"Son of Durotan, you are much more vigilant than those before you. Truly worthy of being an Orc Chief!" Dar'Khan spoke with appreciation. This body belonged to Dar'Khan, but the will was dominated by Ner'zhul. This once-respected old Shaman recognized Thrall at a glance. Young Thrall bore a seven or eight-tenths resemblance to his father. Those bright blue eyes shone with wisdom. This was extremely rare among Orcs. Most Orcs were brave but lacked wisdom; Thrall and his father were both exceptionally gifted Orcs.

Thrall gripped doomhammer, "I heard that within your decaying body resides a once noble soul. I've heard many things about you from the older generation of Orcs. Ner'zhul, you once tried to resist the Burning Legion. Why are you now their minion? Have you surrendered?"

Dar'Khan showed a mocking smile and said, "Only ignorance leads to resistance. At that time, I couldn't fully comprehend the might of the Burning Legion and foolishly thought I could defy Destiny. It's different now, Son of Durotan. The blood of conquest flows within Orcs; our people are naturally eager for battle! As their Warchief, you should lead the Orcs to join the Burning Legion and conquer countless worlds in the vast universe! I believe that with your wisdom, you will surely achieve a broader future!"

"I'm not interested in your rhetoric. Orcs are not war machines. We once had simple and noble traditions, and I will restore the former glory of the Orcs!" Thrall stared at Dar'Khan and shouted, "Before that, I will wash away the humiliation you and Gul'dan once brought upon the Orcs!"

Thrall gripped doomhammer. The power of the elements surrounded his body. At this moment, he felt he possessed infinite power.

"Spirit of Fire, please help me!"

The Spirit of Fire responded to his call. A divine fire descended from the sky, enveloping Dar'Khan, seeking to burn him to ashes!

"Wind Spirit, please bind this enemy!"

The howling winds from all directions gathered into a giant eye of Windstorm, pressing towards Dar'Khan in the center. Thunder roared within the Windstorm, and Lightning fell like rain. Every lightning strike was something no ordinary person could withstand.

"Spirit of Earth! Please seize him!"

A giant stone hand suddenly extended from the ground, grabbed Dar'Khan, and clenched tightly.

"Spirit of the Wild! Tear him apart!"

Responding to Thrall's call, a terrifying spectral wolf, fourteen feet tall and nearly ten meters long, appeared out of thin air, roaring as it charged towards Dar'Khan, who was trapped by the Spirit of the Elements. The spectral wolf leaped with force, pouncing on Dar'Khan in mid-air, and opened its massive maw, seemingly intending to swallow the Lich King whole!

Thrall unleashed four powerful spells in one breath. In Orc history, no Shaman had ever received such favor from the Spirit of the Elements, willing to unleash such power to help. Even Ner'zhul, in his prime as a Shaman, was still some distance from this level.

Seeing the Lich King trapped, Dasohan immediately called upon the Holy Light to bless his weapon and charged forward with an angry roar. After casting his spells, Thrall also stepped forward with doomhammer.

Under such spell attacks, no one could remain unharmed!

Just as the two Heroes charged forward, a powerful explosion suddenly occurred at the center of the spells.

The Windstorm dissipated, the divine fire extinguished, the giant stone hand shattered, and the spectral wolf soul was knocked back by the shockwave with a mournful cry, shattering and splitting in the air, turning into nothingness. Thrall and Dasohan were also heavily struck, groaning as they flew backward.

Dar'Khan revealed his form. His Lich body was severely broken, and his once magnificent Mage robe was reduced to mere rags hanging on his scarred white bones. Varimathras lay on the ground, struggling weakly. He was covered in wounds, with hardly any good flesh left on his body, everywhere were scorch marks and gashes. This Dreadlord had just been affected by the residual impact of Thrall's spells and almost died. Clearly, Thrall's spells were not just for show. Their power was absolutely terrifying!

"Very strong, but useless." Dar'Khan looked utterly battered, his eyes cold, and his voice was terrifyingly cold because of it, "You won't have a second chance to attack me, Son of Durotan—Thrall!"

He extended a bony hand and grabbed. Thrall and Dasohan were both pulled over in mid-air. The five leaders from different factions floated in the air like this, captured by him in one fell swoop.

"It's time for your resistance to end." The soul fire in Dar'Khan's eye sockets flickered and jumped, revealing a dangerous aura.

Thrall and the others felt an invisible hand squeezing their hearts. They each let out miserable cries; their hearts could be crushed at any moment by the invisible force!

Thrall was strong, but Dar'Khan was stronger. There were no Heroes on this battlefield who could match the Lich King.

The nearby Orc soldiers and Paladins charged up frantically, wanting to save their respective leaders, but the Scourge was launching a frenzied attack. Endless Ghouls and Abominations surged forward. The Alliance and Horde soldiers couldn't even maintain the front line, let alone launch a rescue.

Grom was not far from where Thrall was. When he saw Thrall being captured, he immediately wanted to go and rescue him. But Brox was a completely equal opponent. Under the opponent's fierce attacks, how could he possibly retreat unscathed?

Brox clearly noticed his distraction, immediately charged forward to attack, and shouted, "Focus, Grom! I am your opponent!"

"Roar!" Grom let out a roar of angry defiance, gritted his teeth, and charged forward again. Bloodhowl, under his berserk strength, hacked towards Brox's head, but the opponent blocked it with a Rune Axe.

Just like before, it was a stalemate.

The elderly and frail Thoras was the first to collapse. The lack of oxygen and the severe pain in his heart tormented him until he fainted. Before losing consciousness, he knew he could truly die at any moment. Everything went dark before his eyes. Would the Scourge break through the defense line like this and then rampage across all of Lordaeron? Even during the most severe times of the last war against the Orcs, he had never entertained the thought of defeat. But now, he could see no hope.

Dar'Khan applied force coldly. He could instantly kill these defenseless leaders, but such a swift death wouldn't fully achieve his goal. He slowly dragged the five leaders, flying towards a higher place. He wanted all resistors to see the consequences of opposing the Scourge!

"Look, these are your leaders!" Dar'Khan's voice echoed across the entire battlefield. At this moment, he captured everyone's attention.

The Alliance and Horde soldiers looked up at the sky and saw Lich King Dar'Khan controlling the lives and deaths of the five leaders. This scene caused the Heroes resisting the Scourge to turn pale with fright, and the entire battlefield erupted in an uproar.

"father!" In the Stromgarde army nearby, Prince Galen cried out.

Over in Gilneas, Lona also cried out the same sound. She was further away and could only vaguely see the situation above through her scope, but she recognized one of them at a glance as her father, Darius! But there was nothing she could do; this was even beyond the range of a sniper rifle.

"General!"

"Your Majesty!"

"Chief!"

"Commander!"

Such cries of alarm rose and fell, filling the entire defense line. The soldiers' morale instantly dropped to freezing point.

Dar'Khan looked at this scene with satisfaction and said coldly, "The Burning Legion has arrived. Those who resist have only one path: death! Your powerful Heroes can't even defeat me, and the great Master Archimonde is countless times stronger than me. You absolutely cannot resist! Now, let you see with your own eyes how they, your leaders, die! No one can save them from my hands, no one can resist the power of the Burning Legion!"

"Faster, faster!" Aiden urged anxiously.

Dar'Khan used magic to amplify his voice. The Heroes in Syndra's Flying Fortress also heard it. Even without seeing it themselves, they could guess the situation on the battlefield—the Alliance leaders were captured!

Even if only one was captured and publicly killed in front of everyone, it would severely impact the Alliance's morale. If all were captured—Aiden didn't even dare to imagine what it would be like. The soldiers on the front line would definitely collapse quickly, and what awaited them would be a massacre!

Syndra had increased the flying speed to its maximum.

Aiden could already see the situation on the battlefield. His eyesight was excellent, and he could see the Heroes captured by Dar'Khan above the battlefield.

"One, two, three, four... five, five leaders!" He gasped.

"Kassadin, go and buy some time!" Aiden quickly ordered.