The other side of the battlefield that will decide the fate of the world is not in the Ice Throne, but it is definitely not too far away. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

At the moment when the decisive battle between the heroes and Arthas began, the purple souls flowing inside the entire soul furnace became even more turbulent, and Gianna, who was walking in this deep, indifferent, and death-filled passage, also felt a trace of coldness as the extremely cold flow wrapped around her body.

Kenrito's battlemages poured out the humiliation of Dalaran in the form of a storm of rage on the undead who tried to stand in their way, and the most elite of Arthas's command was arranged in the metal cobweb-like structure made of steel beams of black Saron iron.

But even they were nothing in the face of a menacing vengeful army led by three archmages.

Guarding the front of the Soul Forge Father, Bronyam struggled to stay ahead of the path to the deepest depths, but in this mage showdown, he was defeated from the start.

The three mages on the opposite side, it is not easy to pick any one, let alone the scene where they attack at the same time, the hatred of Gianna and Luo Ning's team of brothers and sisters has accumulated to the extreme, they are ruthless, merciless, the scorching fireball storm and the extremely cold white ice flow are constantly colliding around Bronyam's body, and he struggles to extract purple power from the soul furnace to form a shield.

But at the moment when the shield was just formed, a gleam flashed in Khadgar's narrowed eyes, his left hand was raised, and three mixed purple arcane clouds burst into the air in the form of energy spears, and at a distance of 1 meter in front of the Father of Souls, they quickly split and accurately hit the magic node beside Bronam.

Arcane is not as violent as flames, nor as sharp as ice, but its unique blasting effect still completely exploded the magic node that had just been closed in an instant, and the soul shield that had just been formed also turned into a chaotic purple ** force in a slight click, dissipating around Bronjame's body.

Poor Father of Souls, a mage who is a ruthless character when he hears the name, can only activate the magic ornaments that go up his body, trying to block the next storm, but unfortunately, in the face of mages of the level of Ronin and Gianna, a magic ornament is almost no different from a papier-mâché.

"Repent in Hell!

Gianna manipulated the primordial stream, and the white ice magic was almost perfectly connected to the window made by Khadgar under her will, and with the wave of the mage's fingers, the irregular, cold ice completely froze the small half of Bronam's body in the blink of an eye.

Ice magic is good at control, and although this kind of freezing may only need to be broken by agitating magic for Bronyam, Ronin is not leaving him a chance.

The current leader of Dalaran, who was always smiling, stepped to Bronyam's side in the shattering light of the flashing technique, breathing visibly in his chest, and the next moment, a dragon's head composed entirely of flames appeared above his head, and then a storm of flames like dragon flames erupted from it.

Melting steel?

No... The dragon breath technique used by archmages like Luo Ning can even ignite a small city in an instant, and the sufficient magic power in their bodies, and the deep contact with the magic net, give them a more delicate manipulation of magic power, for mages, the more delicate the magic manipulation, the greater the power of each magic thrown.

The dragon breath technique in front of him may be weaker than the current first person in fire magic, Kael'thas, but for a magician like Bronjam, who is not a top level, without protection and being confined in place, the end of eating this dragon breath technique is...

"Bang"

Most of his body was thrown out of the charred corpse, and the flames that poured into his brain from his eyes, mouth, and ears destroyed his life in an instant.

Magic shields and distance are the life of a mage, but alas, Bronyam violated this rule... So he died a terrible death.

"Clear this place!"

Ronin waved a new order to the Kenrito battle mage behind him, and the three leaders broke away from the group, joined by Liadline, who led the paladin to slash the undead, and they rushed forward quickly through the passage behind Bronjam.

The more irritable the magic beating in the air, you can feel the presence ahead... The Soul Furnace, the place where the souls of Arthas were looted, according to the news brought by Prager, could only be sealed to completely sever the connection between the spirits and the Frost Sorrow.

Without those souls, the heroes who rushed to the Ice Throne would have the possibility of defeating Arthas.

However, this road is destined to be difficult, and everyone is already mentally prepared when they step here.

After they crossed the second dark corridor and burned the hordes of skeleton mages in their way with ice storms and firestorms, they saw the purple furnace that almost completely towered over the very center of the entire soul furnace... The melting pot, carved into the shape of a white bone skeleton, emitted some kind of special flame.

From the skull's eyes, the purple soul fire kept beating, lighting up the end of the darkness, but it was not scorching, not even warm, and it was so cold that people couldn't help but stand on end.

And the souls that haunt the entire steel furnace, they wail, they roar, and the end of being tempered in the furnace of the soul is to completely lose all will and become irrational monsters.

The substantial soul danced in the cold of the furnace, turning into such and such a distorted appearance, and that scene could definitely scare people crazy.

Thousands of ghosts crying, thousands of senluo, if there is really hell... That's the place for sure.

The beating light also illuminated the black figure holding the blood-colored staff, he stood in the purple flames, dressed in a heavy black robe, his long white hair and beard as before, slowly fluttering on his chest, and the illusory face, the familiar outline.

That's the man they remember, the wise leader, the uncompromising fighter.

Unfortunately, it was no longer the elder they remembered, his eyes were cold and merciless, the ice blue light in them swept over everyone in front of him like a scythe, he gently opened his left hand, and a purple soul fire beat rapidly, twisted, and burned in his palm.

It's like everyone's mood at this time.

"Master Antonidas... You..."

Khadgar couldn't help but take a step forward, but the next moment he was stopped by the old mage.

"Don't go any further... Living, I am guarding a mission that you cannot imagine, and I am shouldering a cold and heavy fate... Death, that is a chasm that you cannot cross, that is a future that you cannot yet comprehend, so... Don't go any further. ”

The old mage's gaze passed over Khadgar, past Liadrin, who was defending with a shield, and finally rested on Ronin and Gianna,

"Let's go back... Children, don't try to redeem me, what I have taught you is not enough for this task... Go back and don't come again. ”

"I have fallen into darkness, I am no longer of the light. ”

"I refuse!"

Gianna stepped forward, her blue eyes flowing with sadness and anger, but in the end, this light turned into a calm wave, the emotion before the battle began, and she made a decision that she would not regret again.

In the past few years, she has lived with Dick, and unconsciously, when she speaks, there is also a hint of Dick... Firm and uncompromising.

"I refuse your advice... We have to bring you out, it's a responsibility engraved in our bones, I can't watch my mentor... My father... That's how it suffers. ”

Luo Ning also took a step forward, and the sheep's head staff behind his back was held in his hand, the silver bell tied under the sheep's head jingled, and his eyes were equally firm,

"So here we are, Mentor, you used to protect us and shelter Dalaran, and now, it's time for Dalaran to do something for you... If you still have a last shred of sobriety, please help us... Don't give in, don't give in to that evil soul!"

The black-robed mage was silent... Two seconds later, the soul fire in his hand rapidly expanded, turning into a flaming wall of purple flames, completely enveloping the soul furnace behind him.

He flicked his sleeve slightly, just as he had said in countless previous classes...

"Come, then, my children, and let me, the old mage, who has gone far in the dark, see how you grow. Let me see if your wings are tough enough to bear the weight of this world..."

A pale yellow aura of magic slowly lit up behind Antonidas, and five identical phantoms were summoned from other timelines by the powerful time mage, and his voices overlapped as a result, just like those real villains.

"Fate is a closed door, and time is a window, come on... My children, challenge this fate that has become chaotic before me. ”

In the next moment, purple arcane, crimson flames and icy blue frost, as well as holy light that dispelled darkness, shone out from the hall opposite Antonidas at the same time, and the dazzling light collided with the burst of dark energy, causing the entire soul crucible to tremble.

Master and apprentice war... It's already begun.

On the other side, to the east of the Soul Furnace, in the same cold and dead passage, Kael'thas called out to the elemental phoenix, the beautiful creature named Ao chirping, dissipating in the air, like a scorching heavenly fire falling from the sky, under the will of its master, completely covering every inch of the ground in the reflection hall in front of him.

Arthas's most loyal guards, the resurrected Pharik and Marvinne, struggled to rush forward with the spirits of the elite Lordaeron Expeditionary Force in the flames, but they stood no chance in front of Azeroth's most powerful flame masters.

Unlike the unqualified mage of Bronam, the father of souls, Kael'thas kept a strict distance between himself and his opponents, and under the pride of the Sunstrider he was carrying, the flames that had melted the iron of Saron around him became even more crazy and even more ... Overwhelming.

Kael'thas didn't stop at the undead who were about to be wiped out, his gaze went beyond the raging sea of flames to see the High Elf mage undead in green robes and monocles at the very end of the Hall of Reflection, and the guy was also looking at him, undaunted.

"Darkan... You panicked rat running around, lo and behold, I opened your rat hole just to catch you... Don't worry, I'll catch up with you. ”