Traveling through World of Warcraft

This battle with the undead has been going on for a long time, and every moment is an inner torment.

In this land shrouded in death, we resisted the attack of the undead for three full days. These three days seemed as long as three centuries. Every minute and every second, we are engaged in a desperate struggle with the undead, and we dare not slack off in the slightest.

The number of undead seems endless. They emerge from the ground and come from the darkness, carrying the smell of decay and death. And we are the last guardians of this land, defending our homeland with our lives.

After each day's battle, his exhausted body could not conceal his inner torment. We have witnessed too many deaths, and too many comrades have been devoured by the undead. But we can't stop, we can't give up, because we are burdened with responsibility.

In this long battle, our inner torment continues to torture us. We miss our loved ones and worry about the future. But it is this kind of suffering that makes us more determined to fight.

Soldiers around him kept dying, and then being resurrected as undead soldiers and joining the enemy camp. The number of enemies is increasing. They are coming like a tide and attacking our defense lines mercilessly.

The undead's attack became more and more fierce, and their howls resounded through the sky, making people terrified. Our defense line gradually collapsed under their onslaught, and our comrades fell one after another.

In this desperate moment, the soldiers did not flinch and defended their homeland with their lives. They waved their weapons and fought to the death with the undead.

I saw a soldier surrounded by undead. He fought hard and finally fell in a pool of blood. But the moment he fell, he was devoured by the undead. Scenes like this happened around him all the time.

The attack of the undead is as surging as the tide and is unstoppable. Their numbers are increasing, and our battle lines are collapsing under their onslaught. Our comrades fall one after another, and the ground is dyed red with blood.

The battlefield was in chaos, with the howls of the undead and the wails of the soldiers intertwined to form a heartbreaking symphony. We once thought we were ready to face any enemy, but in the face of such a fierce offensive, we seemed so small and vulnerable.

Despair...despair...the air is filled with despair. The undead can never be defeated. This idea is deeply buried in the hearts of every soldier.

However, just when we despaired, Prince Arthas appeared with Frostmourne and his troops. He was like a shining light of hope that penetrated the darkness of the battlefield.

Prince Arthas waved Frostmourne and let out a majestic roar. His presence rekindled the fighting spirit of the soldiers, and they followed him closely and launched a final counterattack.

Under the leadership of Prince Alsace, the warriors fought to the death with the undead. Every swing of the sword and every shot carries with it our love for our homeland and our desire for victory.

In the end, the prince changed this outcome and successfully repelled the undead attack. The battlefield was filled with corpses and debris, but we survived.

Prince Alsace used his courage and strength to turn the tide and win us victory. He is our hero and our hope!

Mal'Ganis: "You are finally here, Prince Arthas. I have been waiting for this moment for a long time."

Prince Arthas: "Your evil deeds have spread across the entire continent. Today, I will end your evil here."

Mal'Ganis: "Hahahaha, you are so overestimating your abilities. Do you think you can defeat me? I am the master of the undead natural disaster, and the power of darkness is under my control!"

Prince Arthas: "Justice will surely defeat evil. No matter how powerful you are, I will never give up. I will fight for the innocent lives you killed and for the peace of the entire world!"

Prince Arthas rushed towards Mal'Ganis, waving Frostmourne in his hand. Mal'Ganis responded with dark magic, summoning countless undead and demons.

Prince Arthas showed fearless courage and superb fighting skills. He nimbly avoids Mal'Ganis' attacks while using Frostmourne's power to damage him.

Mal'Ganis unleashed powerful dark energy in an attempt to overwhelm Prince Arthas. But Prince Alsace's firm belief and pursuit of justice made him undaunted.

In the fierce battle, Prince Alsace gradually gained the upper hand. Each of his attacks was fueled by rage against evil, and Mal'Ganis' power continued to wane.

Eventually, Prince Arthas knocked Mal'Ganis to the ground. He raised Frostmourne, preparing to deliver the final blow.

Mal'Ganis' face showed despair and unwillingness: "I will not give in easily...I will rise again..."

But Prince Arthas didn't give him a chance. He wielded Frostmourne with all his strength and completely defeated Mal'Ganis.

Arthas defeated Mal'Ganis, erasing his soul from the world. This victory was hard-won and Arthas paid a huge price, but he knew it was for justice and the sacrifice of innocent lives.

After the battle, Prince Arthas stood tiredly on the battlefield, looking at the wreckage and undead corpses around him. He deeply felt the cruelty of war and the terror of dark power.

In this land of ice and snow, the cold wind was biting, cutting across the face like a sharp blade, making it almost impossible to breathe. The snow was falling heavily, and the whole world seemed to be covered by a thick white curtain.

However, in this extremely cold environment, Alsace seems not to feel the cold. He was wearing heavy armor, holding Frostmourne in his hand, and looking firmly into the distance. His body exudes a powerful force, as if it is integrated with the cold world.

His steps were steady and firm, each step leaving deep footprints on the snow. The cold wind howled, but could not blow his cloak; the heavy snow fell on his body, but it melted instantly. His existence seems to transcend the boundaries of nature, which makes people marvel.

Alsace stood on the ice field where the wind was biting and the snow was flying. He saw that everyone around him was troubled by the cold, but he could not feel a trace of cold. This unusual phenomenon confused and alarmed him.

He began to look at his body and realized that he seemed out of place in the cold environment. His skin didn't turn pale from the cold, and his breathing didn't quicken from the cold. He couldn't feel the invasion of wind and snow, as if he was completely isolated from the coldness of this world.

This unusual feeling made Alsace suspicious. He began to think about the cause of this anomaly. He recalled the dark forces he had been exposed to and the impact Frostmourne had on him. He wondered whether he had lost his sense of cold and whether he had become a puppet controlled by dark forces.

Arthas felt a wave of fear well up in his heart. He fears that he has lost his humanity and become a ruthless monster. He was worried that his heart had been eroded by darkness and that he could no longer feel normal emotions and temperature.

Yet, amid this fear and confusion, Arthas also felt a sense of determination. He decided not to let the dark forces control him.

He knew it would be a tough battle, but he was determined not to back down. He has to face the darkness in his heart,

Driven by this idea, Alsace took a deep breath and took firm steps