Above the Ice Throne, under the dark sky, the Lich King is wielding his power wantonly, the cold wind is like a knife, death is like a shadow, the thick is suffocating, and the deep is desperate. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Well... It's not just an exaggeration.

When the Frost Sorrow waved, the first to rush forward was Uther, the Death Knight Lord whose entire fate was entangled with Arthas, could not suppress the killing intent in his heart at all, Old Mograine followed, one black and one gold, two giant energy swords slashed towards Arthas, but the magic sword, the seven-colored runes on the blade of the ice-blue Frost Sorrow sword were completely lit up at this moment, and there were two dark purple edges on the blade.

"Bang"

Death Judgment and Frost Sorrow collided together, and the two vicious magic swords buzzed at the same moment, and the meeting between the two "brothers" was obviously more "warm", and the eyes of Arthas and Uther also met at this moment, and the master and apprentice drew their blades back almost at the same time, and collided again,

"Bang"

"I have crossed the sea of death to find you... Arthas, I swear by my name, you're going to die!

"Poof"

As soon as Uther's words fell, a scorching sword glowing with golden light pierced Arthas's chest head-on, but Mograine's face did not show any joy in slashing his opponent, because Arthas had no defense at all, as if he had allowed the Ashbringer to pass through his body.

"Hehe... What a big deal..."

Arthas turned his head to look at the sword that had pierced into his chest, and he tilted his head to look at Mograine and Uther with solemn faces, and the corners of his mouth turned into a cruel smile,

"Do you really think... Can you kill me in my "sacred" land? Do you really think that I have only a little power to die?"

"Oh, stupid!"

"Get out of the way!"

Sarufar sensed that something was wrong for the first time, and he rushed to the rescue, faster than him was Dick who turned into thunder and lightning, and Viren raised his hand to cover the heavy shield on the bodies of Mograine and Uther, but the next moment, a black light flashed through everyone's eyes, like black lightning passing through the sky.

Uther, Mograine, Sarufar, Dick... This powerhouse, which together can break almost any national capital in the world, was forced back by Alsace... No, the word retreat is too positive, and it can be seen from the shattered armor of Mograine, the scar on Uther's chest that almost pierces his chest, and the panting Dick who appeared in his position just now and Sarufar who clutched his arms, that their combined offensive was completely forced back under the sword of Arthas.

"This can't be!!"

Uther's dry voice was filled with disbelief rage, and he looked at Arthas, whose body was rapidly recovering, like an enraged tiger, "How could you... It's so much stronger!"

"Hehe... Do you think I'm going to tell you?"

Arthas laughed and slashed the rushing Fourding out with a sword, like an adult wielding a bat bullying a group of helpless children, obviously, the reason why he didn't go out to defend against the enemy before was here, in the Ice Throne, he was almost invincible!

He wanted to rush at everyone, a golden barrier rose from the ground, blocking him from the center, Viren maintained the golden barrier with his left hand, and the staff in the other hand tapped in the air, recovering the injuries caused in the moment just now.

"Ahem... It's the sword!"

Dick rubbed his chest, stood up with the fire of justice, and said in a quick and low voice, "Remember the news from Prager? Now it looks like it's true!"

The paladin's gaze fell on the screaming Frost Sorrow, "We all underestimated that sword... Every time it kills a person, it draws on the soul of a person and blesses it on the sword-wielder, how many people Arthas killed?

"Well, you're right, Dick!"

Arthas also heard the paladin's explanation, he slashed the golden barrier in front of him with a sword, and let the golden light point fall on him, stirring up bursts of black vortex, he laughed, as if he had a chance to win, he stretched out his left hand, two white rays of light, in the palm of his hand converged into a high-speed rotating frost ball, he threw the thing in the direction of everyone,

"Frost's Sorrow is the world's strongest artifact! Blood's sharpness, Soul Eater's power! With the blessing of the world's strongest power, which of you can be my opponent? No one! Even gods... You have to fall down in front of me!"

The high-speed rotating frost ball exploded around everyone's body, but it didn't hurt anyone, here gathered the strongest warriors of Azeroth, Arthas wanted to kill them, it was not so simple, but at this time, he had a refreshing feeling of cat and mouse, he easily summoned dozens of tall Veku necromancy, entangled the others, and then held his sword in the wind and snow, walked quickly towards Viren, instinctively told him that this demigod-level old priest of Delaney, this guy who can heal almost any injury in an instant, is the most critical person in this battle。

Of course, while rolling up a dark hurricane to extinguish the hammer of holy light that Old Ferding smashed over, and at the same time summoning hordes of gargoyles to harass the attacks of those heroes, he did not forget to taunt,

"A weak attack like the one just now... You're going to have to kill me more than 2 million times, but I don't think you'll have that chance... Kneel to me!, or die!"

"Knort"

The frost sorrow that fell towards Viren was blocked by the warhammer burning with silver flames, the silver flames collided with the dark light and shadow, under the thunder, Dick's head was raised, the edges of his eyes shone with golden streamers, behind him, three pairs of golden wings continued to flap, the sound of the chant resounded throughout the audience, with the blessing of fifty percent of the power of the Holy Avenger, under the surge of the super blessing that Viren quickly threw on Dick's body, this was the first time that Arthas's blade was blocked by a stable parry.

"It looks like you're not as strong as you think you are! My Lich King..."

Dick looked at the cold eyes under the Helm of Domination, as if he had seen another barren world, "The human body still binds you, even if the frost sorrow can infinitely bless your power, your body has already determined the upper limit of your strength... Look, you're nothing more than that..."

"So what? Dick... Even if you see through the secret, so what? In my eyes... You're just slightly stronger... Ant... How can you kill me, ants? No kidding! Accept your fate!"

Arthas didn't panic, he withdrew his blade and slashed sideways again, the dark storm piercing Dick's shield of light in an instant, but the moment before slicing through the paladin's body, he was blocked by a tattered, scarred iron shield.

Dick's body took a step back under the heavy blow, he gritted his teeth, and endured the soreness coming from his arm,

"Not good! But I have to say... You're really underestimating us!"

The next moment, the paladin's voice sounded in the cold wind that roared like a storm throughout the Ice Throne, resounding in everyone's ears,

"Destroy the Ice Peak on the Throne and cut him off from the Soul Furnace! Frost Sorrow's stored souls are limited, don't be fooled by him!"

"Bang"

As soon as Dick's words fell, Arthas was really angry, the Lich King held the sword in both hands, the dark blade could not even see the shadow in the air, and three heavy blows in a row, Dick completely "smashed" out from in front of Viren, the frost sorrow was not enough to destroy the strength of the shield of Agrama, but Dick's arm was still shocked out of blood, Arthas was a demigod after all, even if he couldn't kill with one blow, but the power of each blow he hit now was similar to the strength of Dick's full state.

Without the support of Old Viren, the strongest priest in Azeroth, the paladin would have collapsed from his injuries.

But just as his dark blade was about to pierce Viren's shield, Uther's dark batwing filled the gap where Dick was knocked away, and Death Judgment and Frostmourn collided again, Uther took several steps back to stabilize his body, and Arthas at this time was really like a beast that could not be stopped at all, and the brute force was terrifying.

Arthas repelled Uther, and in front of him, it was still the same tattered shield, this time the shield struck harder, and the scorching light also tore through his dark shield, Dick's great force smashed Arthas's head to the other side, and his neck made a crunch, but the Lich King didn't care!

He won't die, so at the first moment, he launched a counterattack.

The shadow of Frostmourn's sword whistled and grazed Dick's chest, and the paladin took a few steps back as if struck by lightning, and then was covered by the left hand of Viren who rushed over quickly, and his chest was covered by Frostmourn's brush, leaving a wound full of dark power, and the darkness and the holy light collided, and the frenzied fight was frantic.

And the next moment, from the silent Viren's palm, the beating holy light instantly smoothed the wound, Dick took a deep breath, mobilized MAX's holy energy, and once again filled his place after Uther was slashed by a sword.

The trio has been formed, not for killing, not for destruction, but only to stop Arthas's attack!

At this moment, Dick faded from the aura of a hero, and he rushed up again and again without fear like a real soldier.

Uther also turned into a reliable lieutenant, who stepped forward to stop Arthas as Dick retreated.

The tide of holy light rolled up by Anvina struggled to consume the siege of more and more necromancy, Dick himself, in the cold wind with the chains of holy light thrown by Viren, Uther's death grasp, holding a heavy shield with a war hammer, with an ugly posture, even similar to a stalker, trying to entangle the currently unshakable Arthas, on the other side, old Fortin, Mograine and Sarufar, Woking, these people also faded the aura of heroes, like pawns driven by others, desperately attacking the five solid ice-cold peaks.

The power of light, the power of death, the power of wrath, the power of voodoo... The flying light and shadow in the sky completely illuminate this eternal dark sky, all this, on this throne, there are no heroes... But everyone is a hero, and noble sacrifice is necessary for the sake of great things, and it is nothing more than a name, and the way Alsace marched to the throne without saying a word, obstructed by Dick and Viren, clearly speaks for itself... This is his death hole!

"Don't think... In the past!"

Dick held the shield of Agrama in front of him, and in the other hand held the fire of justice with a short handle, the holy light burned like a golden wall of fire, blocking Arthas, and behind him was the staircase to the top of the throne, and behind him, his companions, who would not retreat!

"Get out of here! My patience is exhausted!"

Arthas unleashed a stream of extremely cold ice and smashed it at Dick like a gust of wind, but under the almost invincible defense of the shield of Agrama, he only knocked Dick back two steps, and he walked up the staircase of the throne, and Dick turned into a thunderbolt and pounced, and the golden thunder shadow slammed into the thick wall-like blood-colored shield on the surface of his body, smashing a crack.

Uther rushed out of the cold wind beside him, and Death Judgment slashed precisely at the rift, tearing Arthas's spirit shield apart, and the blade of Death Judgment pierced the Lich King's chest once again.

The force was so fierce that Arthas stepped back down the steps, and as for the fatal wound, he didn't care!

"I've said it all! Give it to me, get out of here!"

Frost Sorrow slashed over with a roar, this blow was mixed with Arthas's real anger, in the air where the blade went, there was even a black spatial rift, Uther's expression changed greatly, the bat's wings behind him spread out, and he quickly retreated, and the Lich King couldn't care about his "demeanor" anymore, he angrily pointed Frost Sorrow at Dick, and the next moment, the ice coffin that had appeared once on the Dragonbone Wilderness appeared again, but the trick that had been used once was no threat to the paladin.

The moment the blade of Frost Sorrow turned towards him, Dick's figure immediately turned into thunder and dissipated in place, and the ice coffin missed!

But Arthas, who was pestered by Dick and Uther, also got a gap!

The magic sword in his hand was raised to the sky, black thunder and lightning kept beating on the blade, the purple soul flew from the blade, like a purple shadow, revolving around Arthas, and his indifferent voice, and Dick's solemn face, he knew what Arthas was going to do.

"Woking!"

"Frost's sorrow... Hungry!"

With Arthas's deep voice, he stabbed the Frost Sorrow straight into the large platform under his feet, and at this moment, the almost endless frost storm rushed in all directions from the moment the sword pierced into the earth, like an invincible iron hoof stepping on everything in front of him, the entire Ice Throne was shaking, and even the entire Icecrown Glacier was shaking.

Countless purple soul storms were mixed in it, like the gates of hell were opened, smashing into everything around them like a roaring dragon, constantly tearing, constantly screaming, like the ultimate in anger, like a storm of destruction that had never appeared in Azeroth, the entire ground of the Ice Throne was completely torn apart in this storm, and no one could survive this attack... This is no longer Arthas's attack alone, it is the collective attack of the endless souls in the entire Frostmourning Blade.

"Hehehe... I no longer have a problem, and I no longer have a question. You... You guys, you are... The most powerful warrior in Azeroth. Not even the strength of thousands of souls can crush you!

Arthas stood up in the purple and frost-white storm, he held Frost Sorrow in his hands, and his deep voice was mixed with a hint of triumphant laughter,

"But is it really justice that drives you? I'm curious, Fordin, Mograine, Dick... Together, you have sent all the strongest warriors in the world to me. That's exactly what I want!"

"Your silent sacrifice will be rewarded by me. See for yourself, and I'll transform you from corpses into my most formidable warriors. Azeroth will be in chaos at your hands! to destruction! And you, Dick... You betrayer, you will be the first corpse. ”

"Hahaha! I'll enjoy the sarcasm! I will..."

Arthas's impassioned voice announcing victory came to an end after the purple Infinite Storm had come to an end, but just as he raised Frost Sorrow to resurrect the corpses... He suddenly felt something, and the next moment, the light pierced the pervasive soul storm, and Arthas couldn't help but let out an irrepressible exclamation,

"How is this possible! You... Still alive!!"

"Ahem... It's all said, you underestimate us too much! That magic sword can't kill us... To kill you... How could we be killed by you so easily..."