While Lux's Final Spark attracted everyone's attention on the battlefield, another mage also achieved astonishing results: she summoned a wall of ice, tens of meters long, from the snow to block the charge of the ogres and snow monsters. The undead at the very front didn't even have time to react before crashing into the protruding ice spikes on the wall.
Modera looked at Jaina, who was retracting her spellcasting gestures. The Dalaran prodigy, who had only recently broken through to become an Archmage, seemed somewhat weak after casting the spell. The cold wind made her shiver as it blew against her sweat.
Modera gave Antonidas's prized disciple an appreciative look, then shouted loudly to the mages of Dalaran, "That's right, use terrain magic to block these monsters! Use arcane magic to kill them!"
Then Modera demonstrated her strength as a veteran powerhouse: she raised her staff, and in an instant, summoned a large blizzard. Sharp ice cones fell from the sky, landing on the heads of the undead army with enormous kinetic energy. The snow monsters that were hit were either dead or crippled, and even the thick-skinned ogres struggled to walk under the barrage of ice cones.
The other mages immediately prepared spells according to her instructions. For a time, the entire battlefield was filled with flying magic.
Garithos, seeing that the mages' obstruction was taking effect, immediately displayed the military skills expected of a veteran general, ordering the troops to assemble and reorganize for a renewed offensive.
Compared to the danger on the northern front, the southern front seemed much easier.
On the main battlefield, Mograine and his deputies, Abbendis and Fairbanks, formed the tip of the spear in a charging formation. Other paladins and knights followed closely behind, directly charging into the ogre ranks, which were reeling from the helicopter bombardment. They wielded warhammers blessed with holy light, killing one undead monster after another.
Aiden's summoner group summoned a large number of single-target spells to deal with their respective targets. These Valoran summoners might not be as strong in single combat as Azerothian mages of the same level without the help of heroes, but their summoning spells also had unique uses—for example, the fire they summoned didn't come from the sparse fire elements in the surrounding space, but from the elemental spirits, so its power was no different from anywhere else.
He himself still used the Time Bomb he had learned from the Zilean—this skill was just too useful. After attaching it to an enemy's head, he could go find the next target.
Vayne roamed the periphery, using her silver bolts to eliminate the more threatening ogre undead warriors one by one. Kel'Thuzad focused his energy on influencing Kel'Thuzad's control over these undead. Kayle, with her two deputies, carried out a decapitation operation, hunting down the giant ogre warlord wielding dual swords!
The angels were agile enough and had plenty of combat experience. They ignited their flaming swords with holy power, constantly harassing the dual-wielding ogre from afar. The ogre swung its huge swords furiously, the whistling of the air being torn apart like thunder, but it couldn't hit its target at all. New burn marks were constantly added to its body, and chunks of rotten flesh fell from its huge body, soon exposing the white bones in the areas not covered by armor, reminding it that it had "lost weight." And those crude armors could hardly stop the holy flames of the angels, burning and melting.
But the ogre warlord was not to be underestimated. Even Kayle's Judgment Blade could not directly sever its head from a distance. Because in this world, her strength was greatly limited. And after being transformed into an undead, it wouldn't be considered dead unless its head was cut off.
"This is just a nobody."
Kayle had this thought: I and my two most capable subordinates are actually having such a hard time dealing with it.
She felt a little angry in her heart, and this trace of anger was immediately conveyed into her actions. A ball of red light appeared in Kayle's palm, flying towards the ogre's huge head. When the opponent's eyes were burned and smoking, she flapped her wings and rushed into a position where the ogre's long sword could fully reach, and lightning-like, stabbed the Judgment Blade into the ogre warlord's fragile back neck, which was not protected by a helmet and shoulder armor.
The struggling ogre stiffened, its hands waving wildly, and both giant swords fell to the ground. Then its huge body also fell to the ground, smashing a clear dent in the frozen ground.
Kayle landed on the ground and pulled out her sword. She snorted coldly as she watched the ogre's corpse gradually turn to ashes.
Ophiel looked at Pamyel and found that the other's eyes also showed the palpitations she wanted to express: their queen seemed a little angry. The last time she was angry—they were a little unbearable to recall those enemies who turned to ashes under Queen Kayle's sword.
However, Kayle didn't know that the ogre leader she was dealing with was not a simple nobody—this was Maggothar the Great, the king of the Boulder'gor ogres. In the original history, he would later serve the Forsaken Queen. Even Kel'Thuzad's most capable death knight, Broloxx, was no match for this strong warrior, and he had to secretly poison the meat he ate to subdue him.
Overall, the ogre undead didn't play a big role. The Scourge was at a clear disadvantage in the battle, and solving them was only a matter of time.
Kel'Thuzad in the cave raised his head, his eyes looking into the distance: "A lich, why would he help the living?" After seeing Karthus in the air for a while, his heart was still full of doubts.
Rivendare still guarded him, waiting for the final battle to come.
Kel'Thuzad withdrew his gaze and looked at his loyal death knight: "Rivendare, I need you to do something."
"Please command, my master."
"Take all your subordinates, catch up with Broxigar, and break through with him!"
"Yes, my master." The clear hierarchy in the Scourge Legion made him accept the order immediately, but this could not eliminate the doubts in his heart, "What about you, my master."
"I can't leave yet." Kel'Thuzad shook his head, the surrounding green mist became thicker and thicker, completely turning the vicinity of this cave into a forbidden area for the living, "I can't move yet. Alright, you go, otherwise it will be too late."
"As you command, my master." Rivendare took the order and turned to step out of the cave.
"They're all gone." Kel'Thuzad muttered to himself. He thought of the Lich King's prophecy: he, Kel'Thuzad, would become the supreme commander of the Scourge Legion on the continent of Lordaeron. He would enter the flying fortress Naxxramas and make contributions to the Lich King.
"Then, I will face my own death and wait for the glorious rebirth!" The soul fire in his eyes trembled, a thrill mixed with fear.
After Kayle solved the ogre king Maggothar, she joined the battlefield. The addition of the three angels greatly accelerated the end of the battle. After killing the last ogre undead, Aiden said to the angel Pamyel: "Pamyel, go scout the northern front and see if they need support."
"Yes, Commander." Pamyel took the order and flew away.
"Karthus, lead the way, let's go deal with Kel'Thuzad."
"As you command, my summoner!" Karthus showed a pure look of excitement on his seemingly young face. He rubbed his hands, "He's still there, not moving, let's go, I can't wait to see the lich of this world!"
"Be careful and keep a low profile!"
"Yes, yes, my commander."
At this time, Mograine rode his warhorse over.
"General," he saluted first, "Thanks to the heroes under your command!"
Aiden waved his hand: "Don't say that, it's all for the Alliance!"
"Then are we going to meet the northern front troops or eliminate Kel'Thuzad first?" Mograine asked for instructions.
Aiden said: "My heroes told me that Kel'Thuzad has been staying there, not moving. Their feelings should be correct. I have already sent the angel Pamyel to contact the northern front troops, and we will know whether the northern front needs support when she reports back. Let's go to Kel'Thuzad first!"
"As you command."
After a short rest, leaving some people to clean up, the troops marched towards the rugged mountains north of the Broken Ridge.
While marching, a blue-gray giant eagle glided towards the direction where Aiden was.
"It's Valor!" He recognized at a glance that this was Quinn's close partner who was monitoring the lich Kel'Thuzad near the cave.
"Looks like she has a message to convey."
Valor gently landed on Vayne's shoulder. The Night Hunter took a letter from its leg and handed it to Aiden.
Aiden opened it, quickly read it, and then handed it to Mograine.
"There must be some problems we haven't discovered." Aiden said in a deep voice.
Mograine read the message on the letter and said: "It should be. Kel'Thuzad has been staying in the plague-ridden cave and sent all the defending forces around him to break through to the north. Does he plan to sacrifice himself to cover his subordinates' retreat?"
Aiden slowly said: "It seems that the plague venom was taken away by his subordinates. The only explanation is that there are other people near the northern front to meet the Scourge."
"Then the northern front must be in danger!"
"Indeed. We will immediately support the northern front at full speed." Aiden turned to Karthus, looking at the transformed lich, "Can you deal with Kel'Thuzad?"
Karthus replied: "Not sure, but I should be able to stop him from escaping until you come back."
"That's good, you go find Kel'Thuzad, Quinn will support you—" Aiden looked at Vayne and asked, "Vayne, would you like to act with Karthus?"
"If you order it." Vayne's answer was lukewarm.
Karthus let out a low laugh: "Forget it, no need for her to help. Don't worry, I'm enough to handle it." After he finished speaking, he cast a spell on himself, left the team and flew towards the direction where he sensed Kel'Thuzad.
The main force continued to rush towards the northern front. Mograine looked at Karthus's quickly disappearing back and asked: "General, is this mage—very powerful?"
"We have to trust him!" Aiden replied with a smile.