Blight? Nightmare!

At that moment, Dranosh Saurfang was like a war god, driving away the fear hanging over the warriors of the First Legion and Kor'kron Vanguard. He became a blur as he charged at the Lich King, Arthas.

Clad in the Might set and wielding the High Warlord's Battle Axe, Dranosh Saurfang seemed possessed by High Overlord Varok as boundless rage erupted from him.

But even High Overlord Varok was no match for the Lich King, Arthas. With an incomparably crisp sound, the High Warlord's Battle Axe in Dranosh Saurfang's hand shattered into countless fragments the instant it struck Frostmourne.

High Overlord Varok's High Warlord's Battle Axe was merely an epic weapon. It had not even reached the pinnacle of epic weapons like Gorehowl and Treant's Bane, and simply could not be mentioned in the same breath as a legendary artifact like Frostmourne.

Frostmourne in the Lich King Arthas's hand continued forward, piercing through High Overlord Varok's Might set without resistance, like a hot knife through butter. It was about to kill Dranosh Saurfang and utterly crush the morale that the First Legion and Kor'kron Vanguard had just regained.

But three swift arrows shot toward the Lich King Arthas's heart, head, and the arm holding Frostmourne. Arthas could only withdraw Frostmourne and knock down the ambushing arrows.

Death energy identical to that of the Lich King Arthas instantly formed an energy arm, seizing Dranosh Saurfang and dragging his entire body back.

"Where is the Treant's Bane that Warchief Rend gave you, Dranosh? Taking an ordinary epic weapon and clashing with an artifact like Frostmourne—there wasn't the slightest chance." Highlord Sokizog of the Knights of the Ebon Blade questioned Dranosh in a hoarse, angry voice. He had also suffered greatly at the hands of Highlord Tirion Fordring's Ashbringer of the Silver Hand.