“Thunder Axe will take revenge for me. You will be put on a stake and burned to death, lowly traitor!”

Arthas glared at me angrily with bloodshot eyes, but he didn’t even have the courage to strike back at me with the broadsword in his hands. The warhorse beneath his legs was foaming from his weight and the strain of having to run away from its master’s enemies. Still trying to escape, the noble shouted on top of his lungs, “Just you wait, Karinshan, you immature and inexperienced child! The hammer of justice will smite you, and the council will pluck your crown from your head! History will prove the absurdity of dictatorship once more!”

……

Crack crack!

I ignored his drivel and continued hacking away at his body mercilessly. Arthas might have 200k HP, but there was no way he was surviving this. His HP had dropped to less than 25% in less than five minutes, and I was certain that this devilish lord would die by my hands if I had another minute or two!

It was at this moment I heard the rumbling of horse hooves from the distance. Thunder Axe had finally returned! Not only that, he was somehow running faster than all of the mounted knights behind him despite his short height!

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