“Arthas must have obtained… the power and legacy of the great shaman Ner'zhul.”
After Qin Mo finished speaking, she stared intently into the Great Elf's eyes.
Sure enough, when Allen heard the name of the great shaman Ner'zhul, his eyes instantly filled with rage, and his entire demeanor changed.
Allen appeared very calm, but he had transformed into a sharp blade, his fighting spirit burning fiercely within him, driving him forward relentlessly, unyielding and unyielding.
Six hundred years ago, the Elven race was incredibly glorious. No one dared to look down on them, and people were proud to have Elven blood.
The battle at the gates of Oslo utterly shattered the dignity of the Elven race. Now, the Elven people hide in the jungle, becoming a weakling living in constant fear.
All of this stemmed from the despicable orc leader Ner'zhul, the high shaman who orchestrated the war. Although the elven emperor Achilles ultimately killed him, he himself suffered incurable injuries, and the weakened elves eventually fled to the sea in despair.
"Since he's here, I'll go and have a go at him. What's there to be afraid of!"
Now that Allen is one of the strongest people in the world, how could he remain calm after hearing news of Ner'zhul? He immediately wanted to go and meet Arthas.
Qin Mo, however, was unwilling to let Allen face Arthas. He and Heather had witnessed Arthas crush the orcish high priest Blackhan to death. Even if Allen was much stronger than an ordinary high priest, could he defeat Arthas?
"Lord Allen, if you wish to confront Arthas, I can go with you!"
"No need, Heatherine. This is a feud between our elves and orcs. You just need to stay here and protect Xiao Mo."
"Do I need protection? I run faster than a rabbit when I see danger!"
Qin Mo's self-deprecating humor drew disdain from Allen and Wang Yushi, but only Heather's eyes were full of approval, which made Qin Mo feel very gratified: "My wife still loves me the most!"
"He's here!" Heatherine suddenly said, then handed the chubby little Harry to Qin Mo.
Qin Mo and the other two felt a chill run down their spines as they sensed a terrifying, cold aura drawing ever closer.
"Hmm! I never expected to run into someone I once loved here." A piercing voice, like the clanging of metal, rang out; it was Arthas who had arrived.
"Hatherine...are you...alright?"
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