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At this moment, facing the dense Undead of undead, everyone's expression turned grim. Even Uther lacked confidence that his side could withstand so many powerful Undead creatures.
He is very strong, but Arthas plus Anub'Rekhan are enough to contend with him. The three mages, including the Grand Widow Faerlina, are definitely stronger than Jaina. With so many Undead, who can handle them?
If Naxxramas hadn't had limited space to accommodate the Undead in over a dozen warships, Arthas wouldn't have needed to spend so much time traveling by ship, and today's battle would have been even more difficult!
Perhaps retreating is a better option.
The crowd's fervor turned into a deep-seated fear. At this moment, no one believed they could stand against them. The Nerubians lord alone, larger than a house, was something no one but Uther could withstand. The terror of Legendary creatures was truly unimaginable until one had witnessed them!
Fenna gripped Ashbringer tightly, extremely nervous.
That Nerubians lord was certainly no match for Zakajz, whose strength had been greatly reduced due to his severe injuries in Tyr's Tomb, but no one but Uther could defeat it, unless she and Jaina joined forces, with Nicholas assisting from the sidelines...
Then, at that moment, a cold voice suddenly rang out.
" Arthas! Look at this!"
Jiang Jie moved with lightning speed, arriving beside a coffin.
This coffin was brought by the Order of the Silver Hand. Apart from a very few people, no one knew what was inside. Some even speculated that this not-too-heavy coffin might be empty, prepared by Lord Uther for himself!
Carry a coffin into battle!
If you die, put your body in a coffin!
The rumor quickly spread among all the participants, who were filled with fervor and high morale. The men carrying the coffin almost believed they were carrying a sacred coffin that would receive unparalleled glory for the person being buried...
However, Jiang Jie really wanted to tell them: You're overthinking it!
This is just a large coffin bought from some random coffin shop, made of mediocre material. How could it possibly be worthy of Uther the Lightbringer?
He smashed the coffin lid with one palm, and with a flick of his left hand, a skeleton, under the control of the Crane-Controlling Dragon-Capturing Hand, flew ten meters into the sky.
These are the remains of a horse.
Judging from the size of the skeleton, the horse was not particularly large in life.
Many years have passed, and its bones have become very fragile. All the flesh has long since rotted away and disappeared, leaving only a skeleton that is not heavy.
The fact that this horse was buried in a prominent spot on a pasture, with a monument erected in its honor, speaks volumes about its origins.
" Invincible!" Arthas exclaimed, his voice even trembling slightly!
You know you can't ride it now.
"You skipped class again..."
Invincible, agonizing scream echoed within him. And the Holy Light, in that awkward moment, hesitated, as if determining whether he deserved such glory. And then there was Jaina's expression when he proposed the breakup.
Everything appeared in Arthas's mind; it was the deepest and most secret memory, like a carving knife, Rupture his heart, a pain that would never fade!
"Listen, boy... this land has fallen! The shadow has fallen, and nothing you do can stop it... the more you try to kill the enemy, the faster you send your people into their hands." It was Medivh's voice, deep and mysterious.
"... This isn't a worm-infested apple, this is a whole city of living people!" It was Jaina's voice.
Eager yet defiant. "... We know too little—we cannot slaughter them like livestock because of our fear!" This was Uther's voice, authoritative yet furious.
"You lied to your own people and betrayed the mercenaries who fought for you!... You're not like King Terenas's son." It was Muradin's voice, impassioned and earnest.
Medivh, Jaina, Uther, Terenas, Muradin —at different times, they all told Arthas, through words or glances, that he was wrong.
His only companion, who silently stayed by his side without ever uttering a word, was Invincible.
This warhorse, which he watched being born, grew up, and was wounded, and which he ultimately killed with his own hands, was his closest companion.
His original plan was that the first thing he would do after conquering Lordaeron was to resurrect it, grant it eternal life, and let it accompany him in his continued conquests, remaining forever Invincible. He never imagined that it would fall into the hands of that despicable Nicholas!
"A horse... Heh, Nicholas, you think you can threaten me with just a horse?" Arthas said casually, his face full of disdain.
He stepped forward, Frostmourne aura was palpable.
A beautiful figure suddenly appeared in front of Jiang Jie. Fenna gripped the Ashbringer tightly with both hands, her gaze resolute.
With her around, no one can hurt Jiang Jie unless she falls first!
"Is that so?" Jiang Jie squeezed hard, and the fragile Invincible emitted a series of crisp cracking sounds, clearly indicating that countless bones had shattered. A very obvious mockery appeared on his face. "So, what about now?"
" Nicholas! You coward! Have you forgotten who saved you? It was me!" Arthas roared in fury.
His feelings for Invincible were special; when everyone else abandoned him, only the already dead Invincible would not betray him.
Sometimes he even felt that even if he killed his own father, his teacher, or his beloved Jaina with his own hands, he probably wouldn't feel the same heartache as when he killed Invincible.
Perhaps it's because he's no longer human...
So, is it because of the deceased Invincible that we feel even more nostalgic and hopeful?
The horse's fate had become one with his own; he could not bear to see it Devastation!
"A life-saving grace? Sorry, it was Miss Jaina who saved me. If I remember correctly, you were the one who put me on the fire, weren't you? I wasn't supposed to die, but you almost burned me to death!" Jiang Jie sneered. Arthas's exasperation gave him even more confidence. "So, have you made up your mind now?"
" Nicholas! I can now order a full-scale attack, kill you and all of you! Then resurrect you as Undead to serve me! You are at a disadvantage! The weak have no right to negotiate!" Arthas clenched his fists, his fists cracking. "Look at the situation, kid!"
"Yes, you have the upper hand right now. But Miss Jaina has already informed Dalaran and Lordaeron that several Archmage, and even Archmage Antonidas himself, could arrive at any moment. And don't tell me you really didn't sense the powerful energy fluctuations and the blazing fire in the south? Such terrifyingly intense fire, almost burning half the sky, could only be done by that one, right? When he arrives, will you still be confident? Tichondrius has already left, are you really that confident?"
Jiang Jie sneered, shaking a finger. "And the moment you launch your attack, I will destroy Invincible's corpse, Fenna will use Holy Fire to completely purify it! Believe me, even Frostmourne won't be able to resurrect it!"