The Human Lord Not to Be Provoked

"Ah!!!!! You damned loach!"

Accompanied by a scream mixed with rage, another gap was torn open in Mortarion's powered armor, and vast amounts of foul-smelling, rotten fluid gushed out.

Physical injuries alone were not enough to make a Daemon Primarch lose control like this.

Blessed by Nurgle, he had long since become a monster that did not know pain. He could even derive intense pleasure from the plagues and diseases he carried.

But Frostmourne's attacks inflicted more than physical damage. They also tore directly at the soul.

The more the Chaos God Nurgle valued Mortarion's soul and wished to prevent Jaina, the Lich King, from taking it, the greater the pain the latter inflicted while tearing at it.

And there was no way to block this agony from the depths of the soul, not even to lessen it in the slightest.

The crazed Daemon Primarch had begun drawing upon the power of the Warp, stirring up a terrifying storm across the planet's surface.

He frantically swung his scythe, trying to split the tiny woman before him straight down the middle.

But anyone who knew Jaina understood just how troublesome one of Azeroth's finest female human mages could be.

In her battle record, not to mention being severely wounded or killed, even ordinary injuries were rare.

More often than not, frost spells, summoned Water Elementals, and magical teleportation were enough to toy with her enemies effortlessly.

Not to mention that after drawing Frostmourne and becoming the Lich King, her power had expanded exponentially.

In her timeline, every force across Azeroth had ultimately suffered a crushing defeat at the hands of the Scourge, including the Wild Gods, Titan Keepers, and even the invading Burning Legion.

That was why, when Raymond had first discovered Jaina, the Lich King, he had been deeply drawn