Captain Jack of Azeroth

Chapter 94 Jack Must Die!
Jack chased over a hill and saw the army of undead looking at him grimly. He stopped immediately and saw two groups of ghouls behind him, blocking his way back.

It was obvious that the undead had already discovered him, but just ignored him.

Jack was not worried at all. The Lich King's consciousness could cover the entire Northrend. How could he not be discovered?
He threw the ski poles away, sat down on the ground, and unbuckled the skis.

The "undead" seemed a little confused, not knowing what Jack wanted to do.

Jack smiled and stood up, "If you don't attack now, you won't have a chance to attack again."

As he spoke, he pulled out two guns from under his arms.

When the undead saw Jack take out two strange weapons, they came to their senses and rushed towards Jack together.

"Clap clap-"

Jack quickly emptied two magazines and shot holes in the heads of ten ghouls. The ghouls that were shot stopped, and their souls were pulled out of the muzzle and flew into the lantern on Jack's waist like a stream of light.

On the western glacier, the immobile Lich King was horrified. The souls of the ten ghouls seemed to have disappeared from this world, and no matter how hard he searched, he could not find them.

"This is impossible! Absolutely impossible!"

The Lich King had never seen such a situation. Before those souls disappeared, they were still so active and did not look like they had been destroyed.

Where could they go? He searched all of Northrend and couldn't find them.

When he turned his attention back, he found that Jack had almost dealt with hundreds of undead. The souls of those undead, like the previous ten, had also disappeared.

"Clap clap-"

Jack cleared all the undead, feeling a little unsatisfied. "There are more than a hundred undead, but only three are qualified. They are indeed a cannon fodder race that relies on numbers!"

The Lich King ignored Jack's words. He sank his consciousness into the last soul, followed the soul to the lantern, and rushed straight over.

"What is this place?"

Green mist filled the surroundings. As the soul descended, the mist gradually dispersed, and an unknown space appeared before Him. It was an island, and there were several large ships around the island. There were a large number of Vrykul souls carrying supplies from the ships.

Inside the island was a huge battlefield, with countless souls fighting each other. The defeated were shattered, while the victors continued to fight, and countless souls were thrown into the battlefield, becoming their new opponents.

And next to the battlefield, a huge woman was watching the fighting with relish.

Suddenly, the woman raised her head and stared fiercely in the direction of the Lich King, "Who dares to break into the Underworld!"

The Lich King was startled, his consciousness suddenly retreated, and he returned to Northrend in an instant.

"What is that place?"

The Lich King was puzzled, but he didn't dare to tell the dreadlords beside him. These guys would never believe such a thing. They arrogantly thought they knew Azeroth very well, but they didn't know that nature was magical.

Then, he had an ambition in his heart that if he could control the Underworld, it would greatly accelerate the progress of the plan.

Hell, Hela was also wondering. She did feel someone breaking into Hell just now, but how come they disappeared in the blink of an eye?
She waved a vrykul over. "Where is Harbron now?"

“He went to the Broken Isles.” Hela laughed. “He went to collect information again? Has he not given up yet?”

"I heard there seems to be some progress, so he has been going there quite frequently recently."

“Progress?” Hela shook her head. “The Shield of Aggramar is right there, and no one can take it away. That person can’t return to the human world either, so he can only send an avatar to learn about the situation outside. What progress can we make?”

"This... we don't know."

"Let him come back. I have something for him to do."

In Northrend, Jack patted the lantern, "The progress is too slow. When can I feed you?"

"When will the Lich King start the next round of attack?"

This battle was too easy for Jack, so easy that he wanted to kill the Lich King on the Frozen Throne. Fortunately, his reason told him that with his strength, he might not be able to get rid of the Lich King's mental control.

In the Frozen Throne, the Lich King controlled the undead to build an arsenal at the foot of the mountain. Countless undead transported Saronite to the arsenal, and the Vrykul craftsmen could make sixteen helmets with one hammer. The ghouls squeezed their heads into the helmets, and it didn't matter if they couldn't see the way, because the Lich King would guide them.

The Lich King's attack was much faster than Jack expected, because He already knew that humans were evacuating. If the undead's attack was not fast enough, He would have to chase them to the east. This was a test of His control ability. He was not sure if He could still control the undead when they were hundreds of miles away.

In order to speed up the attack, the Lich King divided his troops into three groups. One group went north, one group went south, and the last group went to hunt down Jack. Whether it was to eliminate a hidden danger or to get a boost, Jack had to die!

Jack was not surprised at all when hundreds of undead wearing helmets appeared around him. If the Lich King didn't think of a way to enhance the defense of the undead, then he would not be worthy of being called the Lich King.

"hiss--"

The undead roared and surrounded Jack.

Jack used his double guns to test it and found that the helmet was surprisingly strong. The bullets could not penetrate it.

"Tsk tsk! This is a huge investment!"

Jack teased, drew out Quelnath, enchanted fire, and slashed at the undead. The ghouls were originally crawling, moving like gorillas. Wearing a heavy helmet, they were already a little top-heavy, and when Jack cut off their arms, they immediately fell at Jack's feet.

"Da da!"

Jack smiled and raised his gun, shooting a bullet into the zombie's head from below, killing it.

The remaining zombies were still trying to get up, but Jack raised his feet and stepped on them one by one, then killed them all with his gun and sword.

The surrounding zombies pounced on him one after another, but Jack dodged them nimbly. Quillnas cut off their waists and paralyzed them all on the ground.

Soon, the bones under Jack's feet piled up into a small hill. But the undead were not afraid of death at all, and continued to rush towards Jack.

The battle lasted until the night. Except for the dozens of undead who ran away after realizing that there was no hope of killing Jack, hundreds of undead fell at Jack's feet. Even though Jack was full of energy, he felt tired. He clearly realized that he was still not strong enough.

However, this effect was also what he wanted. Only when he showed that he had narrowly won, would the Lich King continue to send troops to kill him.

(End of this chapter)