Death Judgment slashed coldly at Dakuru's head at the sword-wielder's will, and the troll crossed his hands with the alien fists he was carrying on his hands, blocking the deadly blow with precision. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Bang"

The force of the collision came from the hilt of the sword, Uther's hands trembled, the power of death wrapped around his arms and body, dissolving the vibration that was enough to tear his body apart, the troll sneered, his arms waved outward, and two dazzling blue blades of light bloomed in the air in front of him, this was his counterattack, sharp and deadly.

The dark batwing behind Uther bulged, and the blade of light struck the wing, sending him two steps back, while Dakuru took three steps back.

Unlike ordinary trolls, at this time, Dakuru's body, which had received the dark power of the Lich King, had collided and twisted, just like those troll brutes with extremely large upper bodies, but the difference was that Dakuru's body was enlarged in equal proportions, so it didn't look very strange, but it looked unusually large.

Like the other trolls, his waist is hunched, but even so, he reaches a height of 5 meters, and in front of Uther, who is more than 2 meters tall, he looks like a behemoth.

The Lich King gave him not just death, but also the ability to manipulate necromancy and frost, so outside of his deep blue skin, that thick layer of frost, like a veil symbolizing uncleanness, shrouded Dakuru's side, not just a symbol of status, in fact, the frost effect of this layer is more like an aura, every time Uther approaches Dakuru, he will be severely reduced by this layer of frost.

This turned his battle with Dakuru from a raid battle into a brutal tug-of-war, and in less than 5 minutes, the two violent energies of darkness and frost had successfully demolished the entire top floor of Dasarlon Fortress, and as the battle progressed, the platforms and ruins at the top of the fortress were getting bigger and bigger.

Any creature that enters this battle circle can easily tear anything apart with just a staggered blast of energy, but even in a tug-of-war, Uther has the upper hand, and Dakuru has a swollen, beating wound in his chest that has been torn open by the death ruling, less than a finger's distance from his heart.

But there was no blood flowing out of the wound, on the contrary, it was black pus and blood dripping on the messy ground, and it was clear that this was the torture of the apocalypse.

"Huh... Ha... I'm not going to die in this place!"

Dakuru gasped, his sore arms moving, he endured the pain of acting on both body and soul, and looked at the death knight in front of him without saying a word, this guy was so powerful that he had never seen before, even... Even comparable to Arthas when they first met, a discovery that made Dakuru's body shiver a little.

He had always thought that he was on the winning side, but after Uther appeared, his idea had begun to waver, but he had no turning back, and he didn't say anything far away, even if it was close at hand, this death knight would not let him go so easily.

"I've come so far, I'm on the side of the darkness, I'm not going to lose! Can't lose!"

"Bang!"

Before Dakuru could finish his words, the dark wings behind Uther suddenly opened, like predatory bats, and pounced on the troll, the blade of the bone sword was covered with sharp barbs, and even only scratched by this vicious weapon, its internal with strong corrosion would rush into the body along the wound, raging madly.

Dakuru had already tasted that taste once, and he didn't want to taste it again, so he chose to retreat, and with Dakuru's arms waving, ice blue energy poured out from his palm, building a thick wall of ice in front of him, of course he didn't expect this wall to stop Uther, he just needed to buy a little time!

Yes, just a little time!

The troll turned around and pulled out a delicate bottle from his bosom, which was filled with a blue viscous liquid, exuding the smell of magic, it was the goblins, the rare resources of the trolls since ancient times... Of course, you'd better not ask how this thing is made.

He threw the goblin far away, and smashed it precisely on the large brazier behind the top of the Daxalon fortress, and the goblin poured into it, and the extinguished black brazier was ignited at this moment, and the dark blue flames danced on the brazier, and in an instant, the flames flew two meters high.

Obviously, this is definitely not just an ordinary brazier.

"Bang"

The wall of ice that Dakuru had created couldn't even stop Uther from advancing, and the moment Dakuru turned around, the wall of ice behind him had been shattered by an unbearable force that had turned it into a complete ice cube that was scattered in all directions.

Uther looked at Dakuru, a trace of cruelty flashed in his eyes, there was a distinct inhalation movement in his chest and abdomen, and with the bat wings behind him disappearing in vain at this moment, Dakuru realized that something was wrong, but before he could react, the head of a bone dragon composed entirely of frost had appeared above Uther's head.

With the action of the death knight spitting out air, the frost dragon also sprayed deadly frost forward, the real frost, the flow of ice after the condensation of the huge power of death that was transformed, just the moment of contact, Dakuru's raised arms were already frozen, the frost seemed to have its own life, spreading upwards along his arms, and finally, when the bone dragon's head turned into a little frost flower and dissipated, the wings behind Uther reappeared, and Dakuru, except for the movable head, the entire body has been sealed in the ice。

This was not quite the same as the storm that Thassarian had unleashed, and with the degree of Uther's manipulation of death, Dakuru would not be able to break free.

In fact, if it weren't for that obstructive aura of ice, he wouldn't have been able to sustain this time at all.

"Bang"

"Poof!"

The ice that had just formed exploded in the next second, and the white bone demon sword that pierced Dakuru's heart, Uther's height plus the length of his arm, and the length of the blade, just let the white bone blade pierce his heart.

The troll's expression changed dramatically at this moment, and before he could feel the pain that blackened his eyes, he heard Uther's voice, the first time he had heard his voice since the war.

"You're scared... Then die with fear. ”

"Bang!"

Dakuru used the last of his strength to push Uther away, and the bone sword left his wounds, but the black blood sprayed, the double pain of the slippery poisonous snake gnawing at the mind and body, made Dakuru stagger and fall to his knees, he opened his mouth and spat out blood with fragments of internal organs, he clutched his chest, he struggled,

"No... I won't... No... Die. ”

"The host, the host... Save... uh..."

Dakuru's massive body smashed into the ice-covered land, and behind him, Uther coldly put away his bone sword, but the next moment, he saw the dark blue flames that had been ignited, and the power that continued to vibrate in the air.

The bat's wings on Uther's back bulged, completely covering the body, and then quickly retreated, but... It's late.

A faint blue blade swung down from the air, and although Uther had already avoided the range of the battle, under the invisible blade that flew out, he blocked the dark bat wing in front of him, as if it had encountered the butter of a hot knife, and it was easily sliced open.

The Death Knight held the sword in his left hand and the rungs in his right hand, blocking the Death Judgment above his body, colliding with the invisible blade, and at this moment, the ground under Uther's feet shattered layer by layer, and even buried in the crook of his feet, Uther's body trembled a little, but finally blocked the blow.

"Uh... Uther, it's been a long time since we saw each other. ”

A thick and deep voice came out of the air, and a shadow broke through the air and appeared at the top of the fortress of Dasaron, it was the guy with the helm of domination and the skull armor, it was the master of the reign of death, that was the former king of this land, substantial death screamed behind him, and fear, with the moment he appeared, had begun to wail.

The cold wind of the whole Züdak blew at this moment, as if to welcome his own king, and his ice-blue eyes reflected the image of Uther, which was a real hatred.

He will never forget that the last time, it was this guy who almost killed him, completely, even his soul was completely annihilated.

And, of course, that damn magic sword...

Of course, it wasn't Arthas himself who came, it was just an illusion that he had differentiated with the help of Dakuru's burning demon spirits, but the sword he had just slashed out was really swung by him, otherwise with Uther's current level, it would not have been possible to be injured by a phantom.

"Arthas, I've been missing you since the last time we were separated!"

Uther's voice became agitated in vain, and along with it, the magic sword Apocalypse in his hand, it felt the same breath coming from the frost sorrow, and it began to beat wildly in Uther's hand, and the greedy soul hidden in that sword was affecting Uther, which was almost never the case after it had completely surrendered.

It's commanding him!

It was driving him to fight Arthas, and it was desperate to "reunite" with his brother.

Presumably, the Frost Sorrow far away in the Icecrown Fortress was also the same impulse, but neither of the swords was a character who would be affected by this emotion, Uther raised his head and looked at Arthas floating in the sky with cold blue eyes,

"You didn't kill me in Naxxramas, Arthas, that's your last chance! I'll soon be going to "visit" you, take the mightiest warriors in the whole world, break through your damn rat hole, grab you, and strangle you!"

"I swear I'll do it! and it won't be long!"

Every word of this voice is gritting his teeth, and it is no wonder that the grievances between these two people are difficult to describe in words, but in the face of Uther, who seems to be dominated by emotions, Arthas's reaction is much colder, he glanced back at Dakuru's corpse, looking at the wound pierced by the Apocalypse, the Lich King shook his head regretfully, Dakuru expected the Lich King to save him, but the poor troll obviously didn't know that the guy killed by the Apocalypse could never be saved.

His soul has become the plaything of the magic sword.

"It's a pity, that's a good pawn... But that's okay, guys like him, I have a lot of them..."

Arthas's figure slowly faded in the air, and he glanced back at Uther,

"Celebrate this victory, Uther, you'll soon run out of chances... Angasa will be your ultimate graveyard, you and I know that!"

"I always knew that when your wretched soul knelt before me and begged for forgiveness, I would cruelly refuse you... Yes, this is the final outcome of this war, and yours, and the souls of others, will be in my pocket!"

"Hahahaha, you're walking with death, but alas, that's my ally!"

Arthas's figure eventually disappeared into a muffled laugh, and Uther stood there for a long time, and finally, he looked up and looked at all of Zurdak from the top of the fortress of Daxalon, a few flashes of fire jumping in the air, it was the burning Scourge Floating City.

Obviously, there is good news to come... They won, and that's enough, isn't it?