Ironically, Dar'Khan had misjudged his own strength against Arthas's and tried to strike after Arthas entered the Sunwell, only to be killed with ease. This time, Dar'Khan had once again misjudged Patrick's strength. Before Patrick, he was like a fragile child, unable to withstand a single blow. It was truly laughable.
Sure enough, history always repeated itself with startling similarity.
"Have you decided how you want to die?" Patrick sneered coldly. But when he saw Dar'Khan's distracted expression, he grew cautious again, worried that Dar'Khan had some scheme. "I didn't expect you to remain so composed even now."
Dar'Khan was bound tight by Patrick's Threads of Spiritual Power, dangling motionless in midair like a dead fish. He was somewhat furious, but there was nothing he could do. Then, contrary to his earlier state, an enormous amount of energy erupted from his body. The powerful impact made Patrick feel that even his Threads of Spiritual Power were struggling to restrain him.
Sensing something wrong, Patrick cried out in alarm, "Planning to fight to the death?"
Dar'Khan said little. The energy around him fluctuated violently, while the undead on the ground under his direct command began fighting independently, as though they had lost their orders. Although the energy around Dar'Khan shone intensely, it produced no magical effect at all. This clearly defied reason.
A dragon's roar suddenly rang out in the sky, and a gigantic Blue Dragon appeared out of thin air. Taelia, the Paladin Jorad, and a Human girl stood on his back.
"Leader of the elves, all the Plague Spires and Towers of the Damned inside Deatholme have exploded. All the plague inside has leaked out. It isn't safe here." The Blue Dragon's booming voice came from above. Patrick saw a large wound on Kalecgos's body.
When Dar'Khan made the