At the very top of the Icecrown fortress is the Ice Throne, where Arthas is located. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

After Dick and the others rushed into the Icecrown Fortress, Arthas uncharacteristically did not step out of his throne to defend against the enemy, and did not even summon back those who were scattered around the entire Icecrown Glacier, to be honest, this is not a joyful thing, especially for the soldiers who have already rushed into this dark fortress, this unexpected situation is a little worrying.

But there will be no less fighting... No one wants to be stuck in the Icecrown fortress by his damn subordinates against Arthas.

"Varana is dead... You killed him, and even though I didn't like him, I felt it was my duty to avenge him!"

Before the crimson hall, a deep voice echoed in the hall, the voice was hazy, evil, and made goosebumps all over the body constantly stir, but it was not because of the cold.

The High Elf in black robes stood on the edge of his platform, his narrow gaze swept towards the paladin who walked into the hall, the sharp teeth at the corners of his mouth showing beyond his lips at this moment, and on the other side, his companion raised a long sword inlaid with green jewels,

"Alright, Keresses, this isn't an opponent you can kill casually, we'd better find some companions. ”

With this, the green robe-wrapped Sarein swept Dick's body with his malicious eyes, but the paladin did not look at him, but instead fell on the orb above the heads of the two blood princes.

It was a giant sphere of blood-drenched, flowing blood, full of blood power, it was suspended on the highest level of the crimson hall, like a light, sprinkling crimson light throughout the hall, which was definitely a real treasure for this kind of Sarein who lived by sucking blood, bathed in this blood light, their bodies hardly felt hunger and thirst.

But what the Paladins cared about was the extra effect of this orb.

Two seconds later, his gaze finally fell on Keresses and Tadaram in front of him, he groaned for a moment, and asked,

"I guess this orb is blocking the way to the Ice Throne, right?"

The two Blood Princes looked at him and clenched their weapons, obviously they knew where this paladin came from and what kind of character it was, but they didn't seem to intend to answer his question, Dick pursed his lips, he was somewhat tired after fighting with those high-level undead on the upper floor of the spire, after all, it was a real strength job to kill the elite army of Arthas with the strength of one person, and he didn't want to come to a useless battle, so he continued to ask,

"Can you help me open the way to the Ice Throne?"

The Blood Prince also did not speak, and the next moment, the closed doors on the left and right sides of the Crimson Hall suddenly opened at this moment, and the bodies of the Celeins who rushed out of the resting place turned into blood shadows in the air, flowing in the air, and finally landed, surrounding Dick.

"So... That's your answer?"

Dick's left hand touched the hilt of the Wind Chaser behind his back, and a golden spirit of light and a blue spirit of water also appeared on his shoulder, and the paladin shook his head as he glanced at the Blood Prince who strode down from the high platform in front of him.

"It looks like there's still going to be a fight. ”

"We have a numerical advantage! Dick, you're just a hero-level paladin, this is where your bones are buried!"

In the face of Keresses' provocation, the paladin tilted his head and said to Anvina, who was sitting on his shoulder,

"He said they had a numerical advantage..."

"Beat him!"

Ten minutes later, Dick's sword pierced the chest of the Sarein soldier in front of him, and then he took a step forward and pressed his burning left hand on the forehead of Kereses who was trying to escape, the paladin's face still had several wounds scratched by these damned vampires, and behind him, nearly a hundred Salein vampires were charred in the surging tide of holy light, and Prince Ramtal, in the fight just now, was pierced through the chest by Anvina and Reshi one after the other, and the elemental energy exploded in his body, and he died a miserable death.

"Look, that's your numerical advantage. ”

Dick stomped on the chest of Sarein, who was still struggling at his feet, and he looked at Keresses, whose eyes were shining with horror, and suddenly lost interest in joking with this guy, his left and right feet were slightly forced, and the scorching light pierced Keresses' forehead and Sarein's cold heart like a knife.

"Poof"

The last mouthful of blood sprayed on the ground of the crimson hall, and the blood prince's godless gaze was finally scattered in a crimson hall, his numerical superiority became a joke, the tide of holy light that Dick and Anvina jointly urged, it was a sharp weapon against any group of undead, and the speed of the paladin's own thunder light was almost the same as Xalein's agile fighting style, it can only be said that they chose the wrong opponent.

Dick doesn't need an army ... Because he himself can fight an army.

Anwena flapped her wings and flew to the side of the blood orb, she waved the fire of justice in her hand, heha screamed twice, and smashed down the front of the red, constantly flowing orb, and the completely opposite energies continued to hedge in the orb, constantly annihilated, and finally exploded the orb, and the crimson light sprinkled all over the corner of the entire crimson hall at this moment.

At the same time, behind Dick, a low "click" sounded at the same time from the inside of the giant icicle that ran through the entire Icecrown fortress.

The paladin looked back, and a cold white light had begun to flow on the icicles inside the Icecrown fortress, which represented... The path to the throne of Alsace was opened.

"Ah, righteous warriors, I have been waiting for you for a long time, come, come to me... I will mercifully grant you the final death, and you are worthy of my own hands!"

Arthas's voice rang in the ears of everyone inside the Icecrown Fortress at this moment, Old Fordin, Sarufar, Viren, and Mograine, who had just pulled the Ashbringer out of Dr. Ptraside's heart, all looked higher at this moment, Arthas had sent an invitation, and now it was time for them to give him an answer.

"Wow"

The ember bringer of ashes, which shone like a pillar of light, was carried behind by Mograine, and he turned away from the hall, and behind him, the body of Dr. Ptruside, which had been twisted and unshapely, burned in the spreading flames of holy light, and soon, the flames grew larger and larger, and finally turned into ashes, blowing into the foul air in the cold wind of the Icecrown fortress.

In the clearing below him, Troll Chief Woking wielded the mysterious power of Shadow, emerging from behind the giant, squirting green ooze stitchtail, a wooden spear carved with ancient runes slammed through the brain of the disgusting creature known as the Rotten Gut, and the Shadowhunter's body reappeared in the clearing to the side as the monster fell.

He shook the green ooze from his spear and carried it behind his back, then picked up his red blade from the ground and walked towards the icicles in the deepest part of the Icecrown Fortress.

Before that icicle, Woking met Uther, he ended the battle a little earlier than him, the indifferent death knight lord glanced at the troll chieftain, snorted, and strode into the white cold light surging on the surface of the icicle, Woking didn't care, the trench of life and death is not so easy to cross, although he is in the same camp, Uther is undoubtedly the most special one, but this estrangement has not existed for a day or two, or that sentence, there are more important things to do at the moment.

Then, he strode into the surging light, and behind them, the elite raiding soldiers, whether orcs from Orgrimmar, minotaurs from Thunder Bluff, dwarves from Ironforge, or haughty elves, all struggled to fight against every line of defense of the Icecrown Fortress under the leadership of their respective commanders.

Soldier against soldier, general against general, everyone has their own opponents, and before Arthas is crowned, they must persevere, and for these most fearless and brave warriors, to win the last time, in the Angasa battlefield beyond the Icecrown Fortress, in the Echo Valley, throughout the Icecrown Glacier, hundreds of thousands of people are fighting alongside them, and the outcome of their battle, without a doubt, will change the fate of the entire world.

At this moment, when Woking recovered from the brief vertigo of teleportation, on the ground in front of him, it was a large platform with a diameter of nearly 300 meters on the Ice Throne towering above the Icecrown Glacier, his companions stood in front of him, swords in hand, and on the other side of the platform, in the center of an ice peak that looked like a palm open to the sky, a carved Frost Throne stood there.

Nearly 10 meters higher than the platform, in the center is a vertical ice staircase, which looks unusually heavy in the cold wind and falling snow, on the throne, the figure wearing ice blue skull armor, wearing the helm of domination, holding the magic sword Frost Sorrow figure sat there, like a king sitting on the throne, the cold wind blew his bone-white hair, and the light in his eyes was colder than any ice wind.

It's like the endless roar of the Northland.

"Alsace... We're coming!"

Old Fording stepped forward, his body still had black scars from the soul flame of Lord Margalo, but his old and strong eyes were not afraid to look at the Lord of Death who was sitting on the throne, and without flinching, behind him, Dick, Mograine, Uther, Woking, Sarufar, Viren, these most powerful people in the world stood there, forming a stronger whole, challenging Arthas.

"Hehehe... The self-proclaimed light of righteousness has finally arrived... I've been waiting for it for too long, but I have a question..."

Arthas stood up from his throne, he stood there, his arms outstretched, and the howling cold wind and snowflakes suddenly swelled several times at this moment, blowing everyone's hair and the corners of their clothes, which was mixed with Arthas's voice with a hint of mockery,

"Shall I put aside the sorrow of the frost and beg your forgiveness?, Ferdin, oh, by the way, and my dear teacher, Mr. Uther, and my Mograine, my most loyal friend and subordinate, Knight Dick... And you, filthy beasts, and a... Am I deeply honored that I don't know creatures, in order to fight death, you have joined forces with wild beasts?"

"We're going to let you die a good death, Arthas!"

Old Mograini received the news of the death of his rebellious son Renaud from Dalyan, he was not sad about Renault's end, but seeing the culprit in front of him who had tempted his son to fall, the old knight's anger was simply indescribable, and Uther took a step forward, his voice was extremely cold, the death verdict was constantly buzzing in his hand, and this magic sword was also looking forward to meeting his "brother" again,

"This is the greatest mercy to you who have committed many crimes!"

"Hehehe, mercy!"

Arthas's voice became muffled at this moment, as if it had added a trill, and the entire Ice Throne began to shake, not only black energy, but also purple souls, all rising from the Ice Throne behind him, accompanied by a heavy ice storm, wrapped around Arthas's body.

"Let me tell you what mercy is! When it is over, you will kneel and beg for my forgiveness... And I will "mercifully" reject you, and your wails of pain will be the best proof of my boundless power! I'll keep you alive!"

The Lich King strode down the stairs, his voice getting thicker and thicker, like thunder in the sky, accompanied by the swaying of the entire Ice Throne, constantly bombarding everyone's ears, like the mourning of the whole earth before the end of the world,

"You will be the sharpest sword in my hand, and you will turn this weak world upside down for me... I want a world of death, from here! Let's go!"