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This special form is a form of power that Dick accidentally discovered when he faced off with Hela on the battlefield of the Shadow Country, in addition to the fusion of power with Avena, and the conditions for its appearance are extremely harsh, requiring Dick and Avena to reach the limit of the output frequency of the holy light at the same time, and the same situation, this change in life form will occur.

And this form of an angel of order, when it first appeared, only lasted less than 10 minutes in the country of shadows, but it went head-on against the special rules of the country of shadows and overthrew the ruler of that ghost place, Hela.

The Angel of Order is Dick's real killer at the moment, but he won't use it until the most critical moment, because... Uncontrollable!

This form will extract part of the paladin's soul as a carrier of will, but not all of the soul, therefore, it is not under Dick's control, at least at this time, not yet... Dick could feel that if his rank was raised again, he should be able to fully grasp this special combat form.

But for Arthas, the monster that appeared in front of him was an out-and-out powerful opponent, especially with the others who had already freed their hands, the soul power from the Soul Furnace and the Hall of Reflection had been sealed, although the undead of the entire Icecrown Glacier were frantically attacking towards the Icecrown Fortress under his will, but the Lich King's eyes were still cold at this moment.

Although he also had a sense of foreboding for the first time, perhaps... I will lose, I will lose very badly.

"Knort"

Sarufar wiped the blood from his face and strode out his axe from the frozen ground next to him, holding it against his shoulder, Uther also moved his body that had just been burned by the light, and stood in another direction with the death verdict, then Old Fordin, then Mograine, and Viren walked up to Woking, helping the weakened Shadowhunter to his feet.

Five men, five directions, sealed all the retreats in Alsace.

The icy wind was still blowing, the snowflakes were sliding down from the crowd, and the entire Ice Throne had been turned upside down, and the solemn and heavy scenery had become broken and desolate, just like the scene that Arthas was facing at this time.

"I'll admit, you've done a good job..."

The Lich King moved his wrist, he reached out and threw aside the black big black that had been shattered by the fierce battle behind him, his arms stretched out, facing the upcoming battle to the death, this dead monarch did not lack the courage to fight to the death, he no longer spared, the power in his body completely spread to the platform under his feet, and the next moment, the awakened undead soldiers crawled out of the solid frozen ground one by one, arching and guarding his side.

Arthas knew that in a battle of this level, these ordinary undead creatures could play no role other than being cannon fodder, but what he needed now was cannon fodder, and the moment they appeared, they rushed in the other four directions to win the last time for their masters.

As for the one that threatened the most, Arthas decided to take matters into his own hands.

His fingers gently brushed the edge of Frostmourn's blade, and the beating blue flames continued to fly on the blade, and at this moment, there was a trace of awe-inspiring aura around Arthas's body who decided to fight to the death, after all, before he became the Lich King, he was also a fierce paladin, a dutiful prince, he never lacked due responsibility, and he never lacked the courage to make a last-ditch fight.

He breathed a sigh of relief, and lowered the blade, the cold blue flame slowly flowed down the blade, forming a scattered light on the ground, he no longer paid attention to the undead who were being slaughtered, he just looked at the silver creature in front of him, he gestured his finger at him,

"Come, my life is here, if you want... I'll get it myself!"

In the face of this provocation, the Angel of Order tilted his head, his face under the hood was dark and expressionless, but the next moment, the wings of light fluttering behind him spread soothingly, and at this moment they flew behind him, and the silver light that rose at first was like lightning, cutting through the cold and whistling air, Arthas also raised his magic sword at this moment, and above the throne, the chanting of the wind and snow became fierce again.

"Knort"

The hammer and the heavy sword clashed, and a shattered white halo streaked across the surrounding land, sending the snow that had been stirred up in all directions.

The great force and the huge force diffused in the air, the roar produced by the collision of the two forces was like the roar of the two giant beasts when they competed, the black canopy seemed to be torn apart by the swaying light, and even the starlight was a little unclear, the figure of the silver angel was slightly repelled in the air, and there were also two backward scratches under Arthas's feet, this blow, regardless of victory or defeat!

The Monarch of Death laughed wildly and slashed his palm across the ice wind, like a big cold hand slapping at the Angel of Order opposite, the wind impact was like a substantial blade, shining with a deadly cold light, the shadow lingering behind Arthas vibrated violently, his legs exerted force, stirring up broken ice on the heavy frozen soil under his feet, flying around, the six silver-white light wings behind the Angel of Order were also flapping the air, facing Arthas's charge, the creature composed of light was like a retreat that did not understand, and rushed up again。

Collide, stagger, grapple!

Two creatures with power far beyond the imagination of mortals, in the darkest place of Azeroth, engaged in a desperate struggle, silver order, scorching holy light, dazzling thunder, howling cold wind, cold snow, ubiquitous darkness, every inch of power on this battlefield has become a weapon for these two guys to fight, every inch of the ground, there is their power spread.

Of course, it's not just them... There are others.

Armed with a sharp battle axe, Sarufar rushed out from the side of the last two Viku, the red rage burned like a substantial flame, and after he rushed out, the body of the undead of the Viku was split in half, in the name of a warrior, he was fed up with being repelled by Arthas again and again, he smashed like a blood-red meteor into the battlefield where Arthas and the Angel of Order were fighting, and at the moment Arthas was repulsed, the sharp spine battle axe was like a death scythe, completely tearing the armor behind Arthas。

"This axe is for the soul of Angasa!"

"Bastard!"

The Lich King who was attacked by the surprise waved his left hand, and the power of ice froze half of the body of Sarufal who had succeeded in the sneak attack in an instant, and before he could complete the next attack, he was smashed in the chest by the Angel of Order, and silver sparks burst out in his chest, like a heavy punch, and the whole person of Arthas flew out towards the rear.

"Arthas!

Old Ferdin, who had 10 soul lights wrapped around his body, came out of the group of dead souls, and saw Arthas staggering to his feet, the old knight didn't think, and in an instant, the holy light was great, picked up the battle axe and slashed it.

"Bang"

The Lich King's magic sword and Shadow Sorrow collided together, the unstable Death Monarch stepped back, Old Fording gritted his teeth and unleashed the Rainbow again, the purple soul that lingered around the edge of his body exploded at this moment, slowing Arthas's counterattack by a line, and the sharp axe blade of Shadow Sorrow grazed his chest, and Arthas took two steps back, the shattered armor on his body had been completely cut in half.

A flaming golden heavy sword struck from Arthas's back at this moment, the Lich King turned sharply, and grabbed the ash bringer who rushed towards his heart, and at the moment of death, the dark energy completely burst out, and at this moment even extinguished the holy flame on the surface of the burning ash bringer, and the dark storm that blew up also forced the old Fording who tried to attack again to retreat, the long bone-white hair of the Lich King was blown up in the black and white storm, and he looked at the equally angry Mograine, his voice was full of a certain irritability and depression。

"You can't kill me! A weak living person can't kill me!"

"Well said! I'm not alive!"

"Poof"

The black batwing suddenly pierced the dark storm around Arthas at this moment, and the moment the Lich King's voice landed, the roaring death judgment with some kind of strange hum, under the will of its master, rushed into the sky from below like a black light and shadow.

Uther's body swept past the center of Mograine and Arthas, and along with Arthas's right arm, the right arm that was severed by Zigan flew into the sky, and was crushed into powder in an instant in the energy collision of Uther, Mograine and Arthas.

"Ahhhh

Arthas's cry of pain rang out in this dark storm, the frost sorrow in his single hand slashed at Mograini who continued to advance with the storm of rage, at this moment, the gray-haired old knight had completely put life and death on the line, every inch of his skin was enduring the pain of being tormented by the storm of death, but victory was at hand, the pain of the past and everything lost was scorching his heart, how could he give up?

"Whoosh"

The silver light tore through the storm of darkness moments before both sides were gone, and the warhammer in the hand of the Angel of Order parried Arthas's sword with precision, no weaker than the Lich King's, causing the humming sword to stop above Mograine's head.

Then it sounded, and it was the body with three sharp blades entering the body.

"Puff Puff"

The flaming heavy sword pierced the dark shield and pierced the abdomen, the dark bone sword stabbed into the chest, and the frozen battle axe slashed through the back.

The three figures maintained their respective postures, three divine weapons penetrated the body from three directions, completely fixing Arthas in the center, and the beating silver light also stopped in the air at this moment, the light wings behind him continued to flap, and the weight of the magic sword came from the top of the warhammer, Arthas did not die immediately.

Black death power continued to spill from the wound on his severed arm, like blood rippling in water.

Arthas's eyes could still see everything in front of him, the undead body allowed him to keep his body moving despite the pain he had suffered, and he grinned, an expression that shouldn't have been on the face of a dying man, but he just laughed wildly, and he looked at the people in front of him.

"I wield death, I chant death, I won't... Just die..."

"Everything will be buried today, I may not be able to win, but I will definitely not lose!"

"Roar! Frost Sorrow, I won't suppress it anymore... Your anger!"

"Shredded... Everything!"

The battle went on to the last moment, the real last moment, beyond Icecrown, in the deepest depths of the icy temple known as the Dark Cathedral.

All the undead in this cold place have rushed to the Icecrown Fortress, seemingly empty, but in reality, in such a place, the lucky ones can always find the most valuable treasures.

There are also things that are more than just valuable.

"Huh"

The light of the portal dissipated, and Malygos walked into the dark cathedral of dead silence, the old blue dragon's expression was as silent as before, he was not a person who liked to laugh.

He stood in the darkness of the Dark Cathedral, his eyes closed, the magic of obedience beating at this moment, searching for what he needed for the great magic king.

"Oh... Found it!"

Malygos walked briskly beyond a closed wall, his fingers deep, a light touch on the wall, and the next moment, under Malygos's will, the entire wall in front of him was completely broken at this moment.

It was a secret room, a small secret room, a box was placed in the secret room, the Blue Dragon King stepped forward, his finger pressed on the box wrapped in hundreds of magic runes, the blue streamer flashed, and the magic patterns on the box were all invalid.

He uncovered the box, a fist-sized heart wrapped in crystal clear ice, grayish-white, like a hideous and eerie work of art, it was the heart of Arthas... Dick had seen it in the abyss at the bottom of Icecrown.

Malygos looked at the heart, which was no longer beating, and his mind flashed through the words that Dick, who had secretly rushed to Kodala before the battle of Angasa began.

"You won't be any less angry with Arthas than I am, and the Blue Dragon Queen shouldn't have suffered such a humiliation even after her death, but your status means you can't intervene in mortal wars, but that doesn't mean you can't get revenge... There's one thing you just need to stab in front of you at a critical time..."

"I can destroy your last hope..."

Malygos's left index finger stretched out, and the hard dragon scales and claws appeared in the palm of his humanoid form at this moment, and the old blue dragon turned his head to look in the direction of the Icecrown Fortress, where the thick and crazy purple storm had completely enveloped the black tower, it was the roar of death, it was the madness of despair... That's the soul!

A look of loneliness flashed on the silent face of the old blue dragon, and his left hand stabbed downward, and powerful magic power poured into that heart at this moment, covering every inch of it, transforming, and finally annihilating.

"Unscrupulous mortal, do you think I'll forgive you for everything you've done to Sindagosa? I won't..."