Lich King 2

Kassadin, without a second word, used two consecutive Void Walks, appearing directly in front of Dar'Khan. At this moment, the Lich King had just finished speaking, and the soldiers on the Alliance front were filled with dread. Dar'Khan had already achieved the effect he wanted, and these hostages in his hands should fulfill their final mission with death—to completely deter the Alliance and the Horde!

However, just as Dar'Khan was about to act, Kassadin arrived, tearing through space, and the Void Blade stabbed fiercely towards him.

"It's you again!" Dar'Khan's protective spells were pierced, and he immediately retaliated, releasing a wide-range shockwave, forcing Kassadin back. He knew what needed to be done most urgently. There would be plenty of opportunities to deal with this strange-looking fellow. But if these hostages were rescued, then he would have failed!

Just after Kassadin jumped away, Ezreal also hurriedly used Arcane Shift, opened his energy bow, and fired a Mystic Shot. However, an attack of this intensity had almost no effect on Dar'Khan.

"Can't wait any longer, give me a push!" Aiden gripped his weapon and stood at the entrance of the fortress. The appearance of Kassadin and Ezreal would definitely make Dar'Khan desperate, and they had to rescue the five crucial hostages as quickly as possible! This place was not yet within the range of his time magic, he had to get closer!

Kayle understood and reached out her left hand to grasp his right arm. Syndra then used telekinesis, and a huge but harmless force threw the two of them out. Kayle opened her wings in mid-air and flew towards the aerial battlefield with lightning speed.

Pamyel and Ophiel followed suit, grabbing Thrall. Pamyel rushed up first. As for Karthus and Syndra, both of these mages could fly, so they didn't need their help!

Aiden's guess was completely correct. After discovering their arrival, Dar'Khan made a decisive decision. After forcing Kassadin and Ezreal back with a shockwave, he immediately stretched out a bony hand, making a grasping gesture. The bony fingers quickly closed. Thrall only felt that the invisible hand that was ravaging his heart suddenly squeezed even more violently, his heart like a paper bag filled with air, about to be crushed by this hand in the next moment!

"Roar!"

"Ugh!"

"Ah—"

Even Thoras, who had originally fainted, was tormented awake by the sudden pain and let out a painful roar. But this time he knew it was definitely not just a show, but a real killing blow. Once his consciousness fell into darkness again, he would never wake up again—no, perhaps he would, but then he would definitely be resurrected by the Lich King as an undead. That was definitely not the result he wanted. Even in death, he should lie in the tomb of Thoras Trollbane!

But now his fate was no longer in his own hands.

Whether it was Thoras, or Varian Wrynn, or Thrall, Dathrohan, Darius, at this moment, their eyes were bloodshot, their faces incomparably distorted and hideous, as if possessed by evil spirits.

Dar'Khan's hand was almost closed.

"Stop!" Aiden finally approached the sufficient range. He raised the Staff of Time high, urging the power of time to stop the time nearby. Suddenly, everything in the air was frozen, not only Dar'Khan and the five leaders in his hands, but also Kassadin, Ezreal, and Kayle, who was holding Aiden's arm, were frozen, only Aiden could still move.

Aiden took a deep breath, allowing himself to break free from the stillness of time, and slid towards Dar'Khan's direction. As he moved, the surrounding space turned into a hazy gray. Aiden moved with difficulty, like walking in mud. He could feel the surrounding timeline and space becoming distorted because of his actions. In the past, he always used time magic recklessly, but now he clearly felt that this was really a double-edged sword.

Aiden felt his life force slowly draining away. He knew this was the punishment of time, but he had to do it!

He forcefully raised his long sword and cut off the magical connection between Dar'Khan and Thrall and the others. Aiden felt a burst of emptiness in his body, and he immediately restored time.

The picture "came alive" again.

Dar'Khan closed the hand that controlled the hearts of Thrall and others. But he suddenly lost the feedback of the spell's success, and only grasped air in his hand.

Varian and Thrall and others were no longer affected by the spell and fell from mid-air. They were excited to regain their freedom, and at the same time shouted nervously. Now they were in the air more than a hundred meters high, and the consequences of falling straight down were conceivable. Whether it was a narrow escape or a different way to die, none of them knew.

"It's you again!" Dar'Khan was shocked and angry. The ice-blue gem on the Helm of Domination on his head shone brightly, and an extremely powerful power suddenly erupted around his body, "Go to hell!"

Aiden immediately summoned a Shield of Holy Light. Kayle, not far away, also protected herself with Divine Protection. Kassadin and Ezreal retreated after seeing the opportunity. The violent force rushed towards him, and Aiden only felt that his head was hit by a sledgehammer—this was not an energy attack, but a mental attack!

He let out a muffled groan. This was not the first time he had suffered this kind of attack. Previously, when fighting against Sargeras's soul in the Twisting Nether, the Dark Titan's soul had initially launched the same attack.

This mental storm seemed endless, and all the heroes in the sky were hit, and it even spread further. The soldiers on the ground screamed, clutching their heads, and the gnome pilots in the air could not even control their helicopters, and the out-of-control planes flew around, and many crashed as a result.

The Helm of Domination greatly enhanced the Lich King's soul and mental power, and this kind of attack was Dar'Khan's trump card!

He wanted to kill all these people! This was definitely a great achievement, especially since it also included Aiden, whom Archimonde hated the most!

"Ah!!!" Aiden roared to the sky and regained his freedom in the blink of an eye.

Even Sargeras could not control his soul, let alone Dar'Khan? He released his mental power. Since going through the battle with Sargeras, his will also contained some of the Dark Titan's mental power. Although not much, it had already given his soul power enough aggressiveness.

Aiden regained his mobility. His eyes were red, and he shouted: "Help me forward!"

Apart from him, the one who was least affected by Dar'Khan was Syndra. Her telekinesis was extremely powerful, and because she was far away, she even had the spare capacity to use telekinesis to grab the five leaders who were falling from the air and let them land safely. After hearing Aiden's call, she applied a strong thrust to Aiden's back, pushing him forward in the air.

With Syndra's help, Aiden moved forward against the powerful impact of the mental storm. But it was still not enough. The further he went, the greater the resistance! When approaching within twenty meters of Dar'Khan, the thrust from Syndra from a distance could no longer allow him to continue moving forward.

At this time, Kayle laboriously raised her sword, summoned a holy light to shine on Aiden, and uttered a word: "Wings!"

The holy light turned into a pair of holy wings, and a gentle flap carried Aiden a great distance forward. With just a few breaths, Aiden could approach Dar'Khan.

The soul fire in Dar'Khan's eye sockets flickered strongly, appearing extremely apprehensive.

"You won. But it ends here. When my master kills you, I will be there to watch that scene. I want to leave, you can't keep me at all!" He took a step back, continuing to maintain the power of the mental storm. Even if he couldn't kill the heroes, the ordinary people on the ground were bleeding from all seven orifices and mentally collapsing under such an impact. The damage caused was definitely no less than all the damage caused by the Scourge in an afternoon of battle.

Grom on the ground was also greatly affected, and he even painfully could not hold the handle of Bloodhowl's axe. Brox easily knocked Grom's weapon out of his hand and kicked the opponent to the ground.

The orc death knight strode forward, coldly snorting: "Your time has come, Grom." He raised the runic great axe.

"I… …will not admit defeat!"

Dar'Khan thought he would leave easily, but behind him, the angels Pamyel and Ophiel endured the almost collapsing pain and forcibly sent Thrall over.

"The distance is enough." Thrall's voice did not have the usual madness, but was instead filled with unprecedented solemnity.

"It must hit!"

"It's all up to you!"

The two angels entrusted.

"I will not miss." Thrall waved the hook sickle in his hand, spun it twice, and suddenly threw it out.

The hook sickle flew in the air towards the direction Dar'Khan was retreating. No one knew whether Dar'Khan, who was retreating backwards at a speed faster than a normal person's running, would hit the scythe.

Aiden's peripheral vision saw Thrall's actions, and he wanted to do something to divert the attention of the pile and avoid letting Dar'Khan notice it the first time.

"Dar'Khan, your masters Archimonde and Kil'jaeden were once chased and beaten by me in the Twisting Nether! They ran away like dogs. You have no future following such masters!"

Dar'Khan was stunned. This sentence was a bit long, and the meaning in it was even more thought-provoking. He inevitably became a little distracted. But Archimonde was so powerful, and Aiden and others failed to do anything to him in the last Battle of Sunwell, this was obviously a clumsy lie!

"This joke… …" Dar'Khan was about to speak sarcastically when suddenly his waist tightened, and he was entangled by a hook sickle! A powerful pulling force came from the other end of the chain, making Dar'Khan unable to escape at all.

"It hit!" Thrall's voice became crazy again, his eyes filled with excitement.

"Now is the time!" Unprecedented brilliance burst out in Aiden's eyes. The wings of holy light behind him flapped forcefully, and Syndra in the distance also drove her most powerful telekinesis. Under the blessing of these two forces, his body turned into a series of phantoms, rushing to Dar'Khan at a speed indistinguishable to the naked eye.

"Now no one can save you!" Aiden shouted loudly, and the silver-white judgment bloomed with the strongest holy flame, with an indomitable momentum, slashing towards the Lich King's neck.