The Ice Throne, torn apart by the rampaging energy, is in ruins. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

The Lord of Darkness, who once sat on this throne and could turn the entire world upside down with just one command, had fallen into the most embarrassing situation at this time, and three weapons with different attributes pierced his body, like a cruel sculpture, immobilizing him in the center of the battlefield at the end of the battle, unable to move.

His right arm had been severed by Qi Gen, and a dark mist was spurting out from the wound like the last cold breath, low and desperate.

The magic sword that shone with seven runes was held high in the air above the head of the king who had entered the final end, and purple souls poured out from the sword, which did not come from the soul furnace, nor from the Lordaeron elite in the Hall of Reflection, but the souls stored inside the magic sword, those "collectibles" that Arthas valued the most.

They may not be powerful, but absolutely each one has its own unique meaning.

And now, the final king is ready to detonate the collection, kill the opponent, or give himself a bang ending.

"Roar! Frost Sorrow!"

Arthas's gaze was paranoid and frantic, and there was a laceration on his cheek outside the protection of the Helm of Domination, and there was still a little blood stain on his face, making him look like he no longer had the demeanor and demeanor that the Lord of Darkness should have, and in the wild storm set off by the last power, the purple soul screamed and danced, and the frantic thoughts shocked everyone in front of him.

Their hair was blown up, their armor rattled before this invisible but present soul storm, the snow and frozen ground beneath their feet began to crack, and purple souls filled the sky above everyone's heads almost instantly, gathering in a storm mixed with ice-blue cold winds.

That's not a good thing!

The figure of the Angel of Order is like a beating silver lightning, constantly jumping out from every direction, trying to attack Arthas, but the silver light curtain composed of those souls is not so easy to break, although after three impacts, there is a crack in the light curtain, but its tenacity is far beyond the imagination of the Angel of Order.

It was a barrier made of countless souls, a defense that could not be measured by pure strength.

The worst thing was that the storm formed by the gathering of souls trapped Uther, Old Fortin, and Mograini in the storm, and Arthas seemed to have made up his mind to take the three of them with him, and his hoarse voice came from the center of the storm and reached the ears of everyone present.

"Maybe I am destined to die, but under this firmament, no one will have eternal life!"

"Come with me, let's embark on another journey together!"

"Hahaha, the song of the end will also resound in the sky, and in thousands of years, there will be successors who will take over the sorrow of frost and destroy the ridiculous world. ”

"Boom, boom"

Two loud bangs rang out at this moment, the first being the sound of the Angel of Order smashing against the Soul Barrier with the Holy Fire Warhammer in his hand, and the other coming from the main body of the Ice Throne, which had already collapsed for the most part.

In the last dance of Arthas's power, the only two remaining pillars of frost also completely collapsed at this moment, but they did not fall, but instead with the expanding soul storm, like the ruins that were really in the storm, suspended on the top of the throne in a completely gravity-defying attitude, the light of the Angel of Order flew heavier and heavier, which was the weight of the pervasive soul blessing on him.

This is the most wonderful being in the world, it is invisible, but at the critical moment, it is so heavy that even the weakest priest apprentice can purify a single soul, but when they come together to form a soul storm of this scale, even a priest like Viren, who is beloved by the Light, feels tricky and helpless.

The speed at which the old priest purifies the soul is not comparable to the speed at which the soul grows, and Arthas is definitely desperately releasing all the souls in the Frost Sorrow this time, and once the storm explodes, the power is far from the same level as the first Frost Sorrow's anger.

All will be killed!

An explosion of this magnitude would even hit the magic nodes of the icecrown glacier, and even cause the entire glacier to collapse, and the burial that Alsace spoke of is far more than just the same fate... He wants to bury his kingdom and let Icecrown die with him!

From the outside world at this time, the huge purple storm started from the top of the Ice Throne and had spread up and down to a height of nearly a hundred meters, enveloping one-third of the entire Icecrown Fortress in it, and even the mages who were far away in the Soul Forge were affected.

Ronin, Gianna, Khadgar and Kael'thas stood in the four directions of the huge soul furnace, urging a huge sealing circle, dense magic patterns all over the air of the entire hall, they beat, connected into one, with special runes, covering the fluctuations of the entire soul furnace, this seal is temporary, in fact, the entire Azeroth, except for the old blue dragon who controls the rainbow of scorching, no one can completely seal this soul smelting furnace.

But at this moment, a purple storm swirled above the heads of the four mages, twisting the steel beams forged from the sturdy Saron Evil Iron, and Kael'thas changed violently several times before finally saying in a deep voice,

"Steady, increase the investment of mana!

"Otherwise... Otherwise we're all going to die here!"

On the central platform of the Icecrown Fortress, the dwarven prince Muradin, who had just dispersed a whole group of ghouls, raised his head and looked blankly at the soul storm that continued to extend downward above his head, the war hammer in the dwarf's hand was on the ground, and he even subconsciously gasped,

"Souls of this magnitude... Holy Light!"

"Hold the line! Don't let these monsters break through!"

The gray-haired paladin Erigor forced himself not to look at the whirling soul storm in the sky, he stood outside the gates of the Icecrown Fortress, the undead rushing from the entire Icecrown Glacier kept attacking his defenses, and there were dead people here almost every second, but the old knight never thought of retreating, from the moment he stepped into this land, his life did not belong to him.

"Either go back with victory, or die here with glory. ”

Erigor muttered silently, took one last look at the purple storm that obscured his vision, drew his sword behind his back, and rushed into the scorching battlefield with the last reserves.

"Fight to the death... For Lordaeron!"

"Ah, behold, the final curtain ends... I'm very satisfied!"

Arthas's long bone-white hair under the Helm of Domination kept flying, and his voice was dry, obviously because of the huge pressure, to manipulate a soul storm of this magnitude, even with the power of the Lich King, it seemed too hasty, but it didn't matter.

All the magic patterns on the surface of Frost Sorrow lit up at this moment, like a baton in the conductor's hand, and he looked at the Angel of Order who was still hitting the purple soul barrier, and there was no sadness or joy in his eyes.

"Dick, this time, you've lost. ”

"The price of losing... It's death!"

Frost Sorrow slashed down in the air, and the purple storm burst with a roar, as if it was about to explode in the next moment, and in the Dark Cathedral, Malygos's claws pierced the frozen heart at this moment.

"I won't forgive you!"

Arthas's chest suddenly burst open at this moment, without any attack, the black death energy was out of control, that heart was far more important than he imagined, even if he threw it away, after it was destroyed, the damage to him was huge enough, in normal times, this kind of injury would only bring extreme pain, but now at this critical moment, this pain brings the real end.

Storm Stop!

"Uh! This... This... Ahem..."

Arthas opened his mouth, and before he could finish a complete sentence, a mouthful of black blood spit out, and the loss of energy control made him lose control of the soul storm at this moment, and the next moment, silver light and blood-red light flashed through his vision, and Uther, Mograine, and Old Fortin, who had dissipated their imprisonment, also had the strength to exert their strength again, and pierced the weapon in their hands into the body of the Lich King even more frantically.

The blood-red battle axe, it was the angry blow of the freed Sarufar, Arthas's head was smashed upwards at this moment, black blood spilled everywhere, and the helmet of domination that had been on his head was also smashed away, clanging and falling on the frozen ground in the distance.

The silver light, that was the last charge of the Angel of Order, the holy fire war hammer in his hand smashed into the center of Frost Sorrow, the magic sword that had been completely hollowed out under this heavy blow, let out a sharp hiss, that was pain, that was overwhelming, this blow interrupted the continuous escape of the soul, this super large soul storm itself is based on the magic sword as a carrier, in the case of a sudden interruption, for the weapon of Frost Sorrow, it is also a great destruction.

Under the double pressure of internal and external, the first crack jumped out of the sword body of the magic sword.

Then the death verdict laughing wildly in Uther's hand, and the Shadow Sorrow whistling in Fordin's hand, one after the other, slashed at the place where the rift had appeared.

"Dangchang"

The black sword body was beating at this moment, and finally broke completely, and the magic sword... Broken.

Arthas's body also smashed to the ground in the roar of the completely out-of-control soul storm, losing the protection of the Helm of Domination, and there was no expression on his slightly emaciated face, like a completely dying loser.

He lay on the cold, shattered Ice Throne, his left hand holding the hilt of a broken sword, and when the darkness that had been present in front of him was shattered, all that remained was a brilliant purple, and the cold snowflakes that fell from the sky on his skin, and the cold wind, and everything around him.

Like his father, the king who died on the throne.

He also became king, and he was about to die on his throne.

This reincarnation of fate... brought a touch of black humor to the end of this battle, which is definitely not funny.

The past flashed before his eyes, the court of Lordaeron, the night of Tirisfa, the prosperity of Eastern Darloommir, the silence of Quel'Thalas, and the cold of Northrend... There is also a sense of loss.

As the dark side vanished from his body, Arthas felt like he had lost something, the most important thing.

"Ahem... I'm guessing you're looking for him?"

A voice sounded beside Arthas, and as he was dying, the Lich King turned his head with difficulty, and saw Dick sitting cross-legged on the ground, his face was as white as a piece of paper, Sarufar was holding Woking, Old Fording and Mograini looked at Arthas who had regained his last trace of consciousness with complicated eyes, Viren's left hand was on Dick's shoulder, and the soft light kept beating, healing Dick's fatal wounds, and the farthest away was Uther, the Great Lord of Death standing alone on the edge of the collapse of the Ice Throne with a bone sword, looking at the darkness in the distance, not knowing what to think... He took off his battle helmet, and there was a trace of insoluble confusion on his resolute face.

Dick was holding a white pony lamp in his hand, and the purple soul of the riot in the sky was being absorbed into the inconspicuous quaint horse lamp in a special way, but what Arthas noticed was the little child hiding behind him, looking a little afraid.

The child had blond hair, blue eyes, a small blue waistcoat, brown breeches, and a pair of gorgeous boots, and his illusory body, indicating his identity, it was an undead, and it looked like an undead with his own intelligence.

Dick, enduring great pain, put his ebony pipe to his mouth, and in the smoke rising, his voice was low, sad,

"I'm sorry... I'm late... Arthas, I only had time to save him..."