"Arthas!"

Mograine's furious roar pierced the frozen silence, and he drew the sword of the flame shining behind him, and the scorching light was like a lightsaber piercing the heavens and the earth at this moment, making everything around him seem to be ignited. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

This is a character who has stood at the apex of the paladin, the power of this angry blow makes everyone look sideways, this holy light with a will for revenge, in terms of attack power alone, has already surpassed Dick's order, and is more like the sharpest knife in the Azeroth civilization world.

Faced with the blade of light slashing towards the front door, Arthas took a step back, held his sword in both hands, and swung it down, slashing forward!

Black and blue light, erosion and freezing energy, poured out from the blade, forming a curved blade that collided with the blade without shying away.

"Kow, boom, boom..."

The teeth of the giant beast were colliding, the darkness and the light were fighting, the battle entered the white heat from the beginning, the next moment, the light blade staggered, the golden and black energy was wiped out in the air, and turned into a little light rain from the sky, but this was only the beginning, the old Fording followed, and another sword slashed out, but this time, it was the bone dragon next to the Lich King, it raised its head, and the cold death breath was blocked by the light blade for a moment, and then sprayed more and more frantically towards the ground.

This is a villain, he doesn't care about the beings below, just... This time, there are no weak people.

"Arthas!

The twin swords in Varian's hands merged into one, and the whole person jumped from his seat, dragging Sarameni upside down like a blood-red comet, fitting into the Lich King who existed on the top floor of the Temple of Dragonsleep, his rage protecting his body, tearing through the encirclement of Death's Breath, and the sharp Ancient Excalibur circled in the air and slashed towards the top of Arthas's head.

He looked at the body in front of him, which had been his best childhood friend, his brother, but now, all that remained was the only familiar shell.

The fury was ignited again, blood-red flames burning on the sword, but the moment the sword fell, Arthas's left hand was raised, and the raised head, the indifferent eyes flowing with ice-blue light,

"Varian, throw yourself into the snare!"

"Wow"

Outside the Temple of Dragon's Sleep, the frenzied blizzard turned into a roaring ice dragon head as if manipulated by some will, and pounced from behind Arthas towards Varian in mid-air, whose furious blow broke the ice dragon apart, only to be met with another black heavy sword.

The skeleton on the hilt shone with a blue glow, and the runes on the sword, and when they lit up, Frostmourn slashed down faster, like a soul scythe swung by the god of death, and the darkness that surged behind the blade made people shudder.

"Bang"

Varian flew back faster than before, Arthas's blade seemed to be wrapped around something invisible, his armor had been pierced, his shield of rage had been shattered, and a single blow had put Varian, a top warrior, at a disadvantage.

Arthas didn't look at the falling Varian, he slashed out a sword, and the black blade chased the king in the air and smashed down, but in mid-air, it was extinguished by the scorching flames brought by the wave of the red dragon queen, the king's body stretched out in mid-air, and finally fell to the ground, he looked up at Arthas like a god of death, and a trace of disbelief flashed in his eyes.

This guy... How strong is this guy?

"A bunch of whispering rats who want to challenge death?"

Arthas held the Frost Sorrow in front of him, and the body of the Frost Queen Sindagosa passed through the decoration on the top floor of the Temple of the Dragon's Sleep, spread her wings and flew into the hall, mingling with the oncoming Red Dragon Queen, who was second only to Malygos in her life, and obtained a sharper death knife after death, at least in the Temple of Dragon's Sleep at this time, only the queen could fight it.

The Lich King's indifferent and mocking voice resounded throughout the hall,

"I guess you're talking about how to kill me... I'm coming! Come on, try to defeat me! Let me see, your "courage"..."

"Arrogance!"

Kael'thas's figure flashed, and when he reappeared, he was already standing beside Arthas, with the burning pride of the Suncatcher dancing in his hand, but before the scorching blade stabbed into Arthas's body, another light of teleportation spells lit up in the air, and before the figure appeared, three scorching fireballs had already rushed towards Kael'thas.

The latter's face changed, as a master of playing with fire, he could naturally feel the energy contained in the fireball, so he could only withdraw his sword and retreat, and the next moment, four black-robed figures surrounded Kael'thas.

"Help!"

Old Fording roared, rolled over and jumped off the stands, a green dragon carrying his body, and quickly rushed to the top floor of the Temple of Dragon's Sleep, then Mograine, Thrall, Magni, Varian, Sarufar, almost all the heroes participated, and the archmages Ronin and Gianna also rushed to the large platform in the sky in the teleportation glow.

Of course, there are faster ones than them!

"Huh!"

The moment Kurtaz's warhammer smashed into Kael'thas's body, a dazzling lightning burst out on the top floor of the shattered temple, and a thick blue electric current rolled back and forth, mixed with an almost endless amount of holy light, forcing the four raiders hard.

The golden flames and thunder faded, and Dick appeared beside Kael'thas with his Windchaser Sword, and he saw Arthas through the four figures in front of him, and Arthas was also looking at him.

Eyes collided in the air, and even sparks were substantial.

"Protect yourself!"

Dick flicked his wrist, and the worn-out shield of Agrama appeared on his right hand, and he said a word to Kael'thas, and the figure vanished.

"Bang"

The Wind Chaser and the Frost Sorrow collided, the golden flames, the chants and the black death frost, the death knell sounded almost simultaneously at this moment, the weapons of the two men collided, and they stood there face to face, each moment with unimaginable energy annihilating around both sides.

"Ha, Dick... You should have been my strongest warrior, your dark storm will make the whole world tremble, but it's not too late, come, join me and conquer this weak world together!"

Arthas's voice was low and hoarse, like the smell of death, he turned the hilt of his sword, and slashed at Dick's neck without mercy, roaring, the blade of the sword and the dark power that was about to tear the sky were blocked by the shield of Agrama, the hand holding the shield did not tremble at all, the paladin returned the sword, and the holy flames that poured over the sky were constantly extinguished by the death frost summoned by the Lich King, and could not penetrate his body.

The two people are inseparable from each other's vital points, and the most peculiar thing is that, despite this, the conversation between the two people is still not over.

Dick's eyes looked at those cold eyes,

"And who are you? Arthas, or the Lich King?"

"Is there a difference?"

The mixed sound of the cold wind reached Dick's ears, and the paladin frowned,

"Of course there is a difference, it depends on whether my sword will pierce your heart or your soul!"

"Hehehehe"

"Bang"

The heavy blow blocked by the shield of Agrama suddenly expanded nearly 3 times in force at this moment, and Dick, who was caught off guard, was repelled several meters by a blow, and there were bursts of soreness in his arm, he looked at the Lich King who was serious in front of him, and the small half of the sky behind the latter was completely overwhelmed by the surging dark storm at this moment, and the dead man stretched out his hand and hooked him,

"Come on, give it a try!"

The paladin bared his teeth and moved his wrist, and the golden six pairs of light wings and the Holy Pattern of Order and the blessing spell appeared on his body, and the next moment, the thunder was overflowing, and a crack was torn open in the dark sky.

On the other side, the Holy Flame Heavy Sword in Mograine's hand slashed the Death Knight in front of him again and again, Dasuohan defended silently, occasionally counterattacked, and Old Fording was engaged in a deadly struggle with Kurtaz, and the platform on the top floor of the temple was not very wide, so the rest of the battle was moved to the snowfield farther away.

Sarufar's opponent is the resurrected Death Knight Rivendell, this guy is being forced to defend by the most powerful orc warriors, Varian's opponent is a mysterious death knight wearing a blood-red battle helmet, wearing a blood-red battle armor, holding a death battle axe, and Varian is fighting vividly, and Thrall in the distance is fighting against the mysterious Lady of the Dead Whisperer, the battle of the French system looks more gorgeous, but it is also more deadly, the roaring elemental and shadow energy has completely emptied the surrounding snowfield, and the battlefield on both sides is a deadly place that no one dares to break into。

The opponents of His Majesty Magni and Majesty Dai Lin are not necessarily stronger than them, but they are the most troublesome ones, the gatekeeper of the Icecrown Fortress, the huge white bone body of Lord Margalo determines its cursed life and great power, once left unchecked, it will definitely become the most troublesome trouble.

Kael'thas fights are even crazier, and although he prefers to go with Dick to deal with Arthas, the guy in front of him has forced him to use his attention and, of course, uncontrollable anger.

Because his opponent is Darkan... Almost ruined the traitor of Quel'Thalas!

The enemy is never terrible, which makes the traitor even more hateful!

"Darkan, I'm glad you survived to this day. ”

Kael'thas's face was extremely cold, and the furious flames brought up by the huge figure of the elemental phoenix Ao in the air almost burned the entire sky, and the pride of the Sunchaser in his hand was aimed at the indifferent Darkan,

"I'm glad I had a chance to strangle you with my own hands!

Darkan reached out to help his eyes, even though he didn't need it at all after being an undead, he still kept his old habits, his long bone-white hair flying in the air, and Darkan's reaction to the angry Kael'thas was calm.

"You're still as immature as ever, Prince Kael'thas... Oh no, I should call you, Sun King!"

The green cloudy magic beat in the palm of his hand, and he looked at Kael'thas and shrugged,

"Luck has blessed you once, but you and I both know that it can't favor you forever, so..."

"Don't talk nonsense!

Kael'thas was in the midst of a mixture of flames that sparked the sky, and the icy storm never went out, and the Lich King had already lost too many of his subordinates, so the few who were left were given more "boons", which made them even more tricky, and although they might not be the match for these heroes, if it was just delay, it wouldn't be a problem at all.

What's more, it's not necessarily an opponent.

And Luo Ning and Gianna, two powerful mages, are teaming up to fight against the most mysterious guy with a black hooded robe, that guy is powerful and outrageous, whether it is frost, fire, death or even a curse, he can do it at his fingertips, every time he can, dissolve the attacks of the two mages, and even counterattack, no... No, no, not on the back, on the offensive!

Luo Ning and Gianna teamed up, and they fell into disadvantage!

"Ronin, cover me!"

Gianna stood in the midst of the frenzied blizzard that swirled around her with her staff in both hands, like a true Frost Queen, like controlling the ice storm beneath the world.

Luo Ning heard the call of his senior sister, he held the staff in his hand with one hand, and his left hand suddenly swung forward, and with the cessation of the last syllable, the vibrating magic formed a dozen fist-sized fireballs around him, and then flew towards the mysterious black-robed mage with a roar.

I don't care about killing, this kind of barrage magic is just to cover and force the mage on the opposite side to defend.

But the opponent did not stop the chanting of magic as Luo Ning imagined, his dry fingers just lightly touched in the air, and a pale yellow light emerged, and another black-robed man who was exactly the same, but his body was like a shadow, appeared beside him, and quickly held up a magic shield to help him block Luo Ning's fireball barrage.

But this has revealed his identity!

In the whole world, in the entire magical world of Azeroth, there is only one person who can use time magic like this... Luo Ning froze in place.

"Boom!"

Gianna's spell was also completed at this moment, and there were hundreds of slender ice picks all over the sky, led by the ice dragon-like frost stream, like bullets fired, shooting towards the black-robed mage from countless directions, which was also barrage magic, but with the blessing of the primordial stream and Gianna's ice magic, this barrage also became deadly.

The mage's figure was about to be pierced by countless ice hammers, the yellowish clock spun behind him, and finally, after the ice pick dissipated, a new black-robed mage appeared in place, his hood pierced by the ice pick, revealing his face beneath the hood.

Withered, emaciated, and infected by death, the robes on his body were as spotless as those of memory, but those indifferent eyes were no longer as kind as before.

"Hehe... Anna, Ronin, you've grown a lot, and you can protect what you want to protect... But alas, we're now... It's the enemy. ”