"Godslaying Void Slash, what the hell is that?"
Varian was somewhat bewildered, feeling like his brain wasn't working properly.
This world is terrifying; there are too many unknown entities and Invincible masters hidden among the people. Destroying Void Lords would be a piece of cake. It's a good thing we didn't cooperate with the Lich King.
Such a terrifying attack—how could the Lich King possibly be a match for it?
Amidst the crowd's admiration, the Blood Elf woman returned to her original position with a smile, slaying the Val'kyr Twins with a single sword Execute. The woman appeared nonchalant, as if she had done something insignificant.
The obese Troll man nodded. "Sister's methods are quite impressive, they've made me a little itchy to get my hands dirty. Alright, it's time for me to stretch my muscles too."
Varian immediately became cautious, staring intently at the Troll man.
He began to understand; the two predetermined champion teams were not without reason, for they had two exceptionally skilled masters in charge.
The Troll man suddenly widened his eyes and uttered a soft rebuke:
"Die."
A blood-red "death" character appeared above the head of the Darkbane Eydis, followed by a painful scream. Her body exploded, leaving only a suit of armor lying on the ground.
A moment of silence fell over the scene; everyone was stunned.
Jaina's eyes widened, as if she couldn't believe what she was seeing.
Varian trembled with fear, unable to meet the Troll man's gaze; what terrifying power that was!
After a long pause, Tirion Fordring exclaimed, "Could this be the long-lost Death Curse Art? A terrifying curse Legendary even the Titans couldn't withstand!"
The Blood Elf woman was slightly surprised, then chuckled:
"As expected of Thrall's brother, the Savior, his Death Curse Art is so skillful, harming people invisibly. My little sister's Godslaying Void Slash shattered the corpse and armor together, but it fell into the trap of being inferior."
The Troll man laughed and said, "My sister's Godslaying Void Slash is still lacking; she hasn't reached the Void Annihilation Stage yet. Otherwise, even Void Lords standing in front of you could be killed with a single sword Execute."
"Good, very good!"
The Savior Thrall stood up, grinning broadly, and clapped his hands, saying:
"The true champion team has been formed. Two top-tier experts have joined the Northern Expedition. The Scourge's destruction is imminent, and the Lich King Arthas is doomed."
The Blood Elf woman said seductively:
"Although my Godslaying Void Slash is not yet fully mastered, shattering Icecrown Citadel with a single strike is merely a matter of lifting a finger. My sword does not fall upon nameless rats; the mere Lich King is not worth my attention."
The Troll man, with a proud expression, chuckled:
"The Lich King Arthas is just an ant, easily crushed. However, there is a being far more terrifying than the Void Lords who is eyeing the Azeroth. To protect Azeroth, I must be on high alert and cannot afford to be distracted."
Seeing that the two masters refused to make a move, Tirion Fordring had no choice but to give his final speech:
"Warriors, you have heard the call of the Argent Crusade and answered bravely. Right here and now, in the Crusaders' Coliseum, two champion teams have emerged. Although they regretfully cannot participate in the campaign against the Lich King, they have made an indelible contribution to saving Azeroth. After this round of trials, a new selection ceremony will begin."
Taelan Fordring, clad in the Lich King's armor Frostmourne, stood atop the arena roof. No sooner had Tirion Fordring finished speaking than Taelan Fordring stomped his foot, shattering the crudely constructed roof, Taelan Fordring landed steadily in the center of the arena.
"The Lich King Arthas?" Tirion Fordring was shocked and looked around for an escape route.
"Arthas actually came to his death." With two top-tier experts present, Varian was full of confidence; he wanted to witness the Lich King's demise firsthand.
"Arthas!"
Thrall quickly lay down, hiding under the seat, and crawled towards the pale-faced Jaina beside him.
The Helm of Domination opened and closed, and the Lich King's magnetic voice echoed throughout the training grounds:
"Look at this, a pointless farce, just to harvest the souls and flesh of the contestants. I had no intention of participating in this game, but I heard the cries of countless souls begging for my revenge. Tirion Fordring, someone will defeat you."
Tirion Fordring only wanted to escape, so he said nothing and backed away step by step.
Only Varian, unaware of the truth, roared:
"Arthas, lay down Frostmourne, the great champion will grant you a swift death."
The Helm of Domination spoke once more, "Foolish King Varian, you are the only one here unaware of the truth. Rise, you resentful soul, and exact revenge on your enemies."
Strands of souls emerged from Frostmourne and burrowed into the neatly piled corpses at the edge of the arena. All fourteen fallen teams rose to their feet, their eyes gleaming with the light of the Undead.
The resurrected Undead roared and charged at the two champion teams.
The Blood Elf woman on the tower paled in shock and fell from the tower. The resurrected Undead rushed up and quickly cut the twenty-five-man Alliance team into pieces.
The obese Troll man was not spared either, crying out for mercy. The Undead swiftly cleaved the twenty-four Orcs and the Troll man together, then devoured them. Diamonds the size of human heads rolled to the side.
Varian was terrified; the Invincible master had been Execute so easily, without any chance to fight back.
"Could I have been fooled? Are these two imposters?" Varian came to this conclusion.
A loud "bang" was heard.
Two large holes were smashed in the roof of the training ground, and two huge figures, one black and one white, flew into the air and fled, quickly disappearing without a trace. They were the Val'kyr Twins.
"I'm such a fool."
Varian wanted to slap himself.
After eliminating the two champion teams, the Undead stormed the stands and slaughtered the Alliance and Horde leaders in the Horde section.
Thrall's Personal Guard and Varian's personal guards went to meet the enemy, but they were no match for them and were quickly slaughtered, which bought time for the leaders to retreat.
Jaina opened a Portal to Dalaran, Thrall rushed in first, and Jaina followed closely behind.
Although Tirion Fordring was some distance from the Horde's VIP seating area, he knew that Jaina's Portal was the only escape route, so he arrived early.
The Power of the Holy Light granted him strength, and he forcefully pushed the others aside before becoming the third to enter the Portal.
This was a real problem for Varian. The Alliance's VIP seats were opposite the Horde's, requiring a long detour to get close to the Portal. Unfortunately, the vengeful Undead had already charged in.
Helpless, Varian could only pull out a precious Teleportation Scroll from his pocket, and with a whoosh, Varian's figure disappeared from the spot.
This was a one-sided massacre; apart from a few leaders, all the VIPs in the audience were brutally slaughtered.
Just then, something amazing happened.
The four gates of the training ground swung open, and a large horde of Argent Crusade rushed in, their eyes glowing with a terrifying red light, charging fearlessly toward the vengeful Undead and Taelan Fordring.
Frostmourne unleashed more fragments of souls, resurrecting the dead, and as the number of fallen increased, the Undead army grew ever larger.
But the soldiers of the Argent Crusade were not afraid and charged into the training ground one after another.
In Icecrown Citadel, Robbie and Kel'Thuzad closely monitored Taelan's physical stats. After more than 30,000 Argent Crusade soldiers had perished, Taelan was finally showing signs of aging.