"For the Lich King! Kill them!"
Kel'Thuzad waved a skeletal claw, and the already restless nerubians charged at the mages amid frenzied howls.
The death knights were far more composed. They summoned the power of death, covering themselves in a layer of ghostly green shielding before launching their charge.
Thus, on this muddy lakeshore, the four mages clashed with the undead that had lain in ambush for so long.
Though he had arrived last and was in the weakest physical condition, Antonidas was the one charging at the forefront.
At this moment, Kel'Thuzad was the only thing in his eyes.
Naturally, he became the undead's first target. The first nerubian to rush forward extended its foreclaws toward him.
But Antonidas was not without companions behind him.
Ye Ting, Ansirem, and Modera all understood the archmage's current feelings very well.
The latter two in particular had practically watched all the way through as the bond between Antonidas and Kel'Thuzad—part mentor and student, part friends—fell apart.
Thus, they reached an understanding almost instantly.
They would deal with the other interlopers and leave a battlefield for Antonidas and Kel'Thuzad.
Of the three, Ye Ting was the fastest.
As a dragonkin with dragon blood, his reflexes rivaled those of the most skilled rangers and rogues.
At some point, a longsword had appeared in his hand.
The nerubian had only raised its claw halfway when a streak of silver light sliced across its body, cutting from the connection between its shoulder and waist.
Its venomous fangs still twitched instinctively, unaware that its body had already been cleaved in two.
The archmage nodded toward the young man beside him and continued steadily forward.
The other two legendary mages, Ansirem and Modera, also made their moves.
Although peace had lasted across the continent for decades before the