A Lone Army

Zul'ra floated above the canyon, watching the battle between the Judgment Army and the Scourge, and his eyes widened. The two sides had completely turned it into a tower-assault battle—whoever reached the opposing ridge first and destroyed the other's large-scale spell would win.

Judging by the current situation, the Judgment Army was already in grave danger. Death Knights were better at attacking than defending, while the Paladins assaulting the Scourge's ridge-top formation could not break through the Death Knights' defenses as they had.

Facing the situation below, Zul'ra did not hesitate. He dove straight from the sky toward the ridge occupied by the undead mages. But before he could land, an undead skeletal dragon swooped down from above. Of course—at such a critical time, with the Scourge and the Judgment Army unable to engage in aerial combat, failing to prepare air defenses would have been downright foolish.

Though an undead skeletal dragon was guarding the skies, Zul'ra was not afraid of it. He held the Scythe of Elune in a reverse grip, and a white-blue blade of light extended from its horizontal edge. Then, using the momentum of his flight, he swept past the skeletal dragon. In three swift strikes, he dismembered it into several pieces, which fell from the sky.

Having dealt with the guarding skeletal dragon, Zul'ra immediately dove toward the casting undead mages and the Lich commanding them, swinging his scythe as he prepared to reap them. But a suddenly rising ice peak blocked his path.

"Arthas!" Blocked by the rising ice peak, Zul'ra turned his head and spotted Arthas in the snow not far away, clad in skeletal plate armor and a spiked helmet. The sight gave him quite a fright. Besides Arthas, there were another thirty or forty Death Knights standing in the snow.

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