The cold wind blows, the snowflakes swirl and fall from the sky, densely covering the eyes, the snowflakes that drift from nowhere never stop, in the coldest place in the world, the snowflakes are the most beautiful scenery. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Only the snowflakes are beautiful, every inch of the other place is covered with darkness and haze, even the sky, it is the same gray-black, and the swirling clouds hovering in the sky, like an eye through the darkness, silently watching everything here.

On a continent of intact ice floe, the sky was all blood-red, and those points of light were one dead soul after another, when awakened from eternal death, their disgust for the living and the world destroyed them, their empty shells filled with hatred, wandering aimlessly on this hopeless land, tearing apart any creature that dared to enter it.

In the snowy sky, hordes of gargoyles whistling through the air, these gargoyles infused with evil spirits are the best air force of the Scourge, and the entire Icecrown Glacier has accumulated an almost inexhaustible supply of stones over hundreds of millions of years, belonging to the Lich King, those indefatigable followers, making more gargoyles every minute and every second.

In the middle of the wasteland, under the eternally dim sky, above the tower of half-destroyed black evil iron, that was the Ice Mountain, that was the Ice Throne!

But the originally solid 10,000-year-old ice on the throne has been broken by an unstoppable force, and the surface of the ice is densely packed with cracks, just like a crystal artifact that is about to be broken, and it only takes a light touch to break into tens of millions of pieces.

The soul of the orc Great Karcist Naozu, who betrayed the Burning Legion, was sealed in this block of ice by Kil'Gardan, enduring the cold and loneliness from his soul, which was the most painful punishment, but this ice also protected his soul from dissipating.

But now that this protective layer has been destroyed, the escape of the soul is inevitable, especially after many months!

Ordinary people's out-of-body souls can't hold even 1 hour, Nao Zu has lasted for several months, and it has come to an end, but he still barely repairs the ice that was shattered by the Eye of Sargeras, he only needs to wait a little longer, he can enter a deep sleep, the undead are never afraid of the passage of time, and when they wake up next time, the forces of the undead catastrophe will still be rampant in this world.

But Naozu reckoned that he might not see that day.

Because today, on this throne, where no undead dares to desecrate, a new guest has arrived.

"Greetings to Kilgardan!"

Illidan was still dressed in the ice and snow that was enough to freeze the steel, the green ** lines on his body slapped against the magic shield on his body in the cold wind that rolled upside down, and the dark green moon blade was held in his hand, from the moment he stepped on the ice throne, Arthas, who had been guarding the ice cube, immediately sheathed it, and the blue-black sword blade was directed at Illidan.

But he has his opponents!

A blood-red aura appeared behind the Demon Hunter, who was also a Death Knight, but he was free, and even in the face of the Lich King, the ruler of all the undead, he never lowered his noble head, and Arthas and the sword in his hand couldn't help but roar when they saw this figure slowly ascending to the Ice Throne.

Uther!

The grudge between him and this guy, from the moment he killed him with his own hands, was like a rope that was cut endlessly, and it was entangled together.

"Even the millions of undead in Northrend can't stop you! You're as tough as an old dog!"

Arthas's voice was cold and low, Uther reacted by drawing the blood-red bone sword behind his back, the knight of the apocalypse did not wear heavy armor, but a pair of black light armor, the black leather cloak was blown behind him, the same belonged to death, and the cold meant nothing to him.

"How dare I die before I kill you?

Uther's voice was equally hoarse as a knife, his eyes were blue, like an indifferent wasteland, "The taste of death, one taste is enough, my disciple, are you ready to die?"

Arthas moved his neck, and in the falling snow behind him, a behemoth shook the heavy snow on his body, and stood up from beside the ice, and the crypt lord Anubrak, another white figure appeared in the light of the portal on the cold stone platform, it was the restored lich Kel'thugad.

And on Illidan's side, a six-armed Naga "swam" up from under the platform, Ms. Vaschi, she was just a hero, and in this kind of big scene that brought together four epic heroes, she could only play with Anubarak, who was also a hero.

The problem is that Vasqi, who is good at agility and magic, is also greatly inferior to the Crypt Lord, who has almost no solution to the defense, and when no matter what, the three-on-three scene, at the moment when a strong wind rolls up the snowflakes, when the white falling snow is blown up by the wind, dozens of rays of light unfold on this stone platform that covers a large area.

Shoot to kill!

Illidan turned into a demon hunter, the dark green demon flame melted all the snow on the ground, Arthas rolled up thousands of ghosts to cry, and the howling wind and hail covered the entire stone platform in an instant, Uther's dark wings covered the sky, the death verdict in his hand was only a light flash, one-eighth of the stone platform was cut off, and the whole fell from a high altitude, and the blood ** method in Kel'thugad's hand shook the sky, and with a slight click, the three overlapping death withering blocked all the space for Uther to dodge.

The two death knights, the demon hunter against the lich was originally the best configuration, but as if it was a fateful duel, Illidan still found Arthas, and Kel'thugad didn't know what was crazy, and took the initiative to stop Uther from the battlefield between the two of them.

But Uther didn't have such a good temper to deal with this increasingly strange lich, and with a sweep of the bone sword in his hand, a black blade of light went straight towards Kel'thugad, and after the apocalypse obeyed, the power of this magic sword was simply exerted to the maximum by Uther, and the flight speed of that blade of light was outrageous, like an owl skimming through the darkness, fierce and swift.

However, the Great Lich's reaction at this time was quite strange, it allowed the blade to pierce its breastbone, and in its white claws it held a black short sword, which had an evil recurved blade, which was covered with strange runes, especially the hilt, and a moving eye, when Uther sensed that something was wrong, and when he turned around, his eyes were exactly in line with the eyeball.

"A death knight who returns flesh and blood, obeys the abyss, and bears the magic sword... I'm here for you!"

For the first time, the voice of the Great Lich fluctuated, it was strange, just like the voice when he was still a human, and at the moment when the voice reached Uther's ears, under the darkness, Uther's shadow suddenly moved strangely, as if he had been given life, strangled his body, and pulled his whole person into the darkness behind him.

The solid ground, against the black shadow, was like a jar of sewage, and like black oil, and Uther struggled, but his power to destroy a mountain was useless, and he could only let out a roar, but in the end he was dragged into the black shadow.

The eyes of the short sword in the great lich's hand slowly closed, and the next moment, his figure slowly disappeared.

The moment the blood-red light of death dissipated on the stone platform, the eyes of Illidan and Arthas glanced at the empty stone platform at the same time, and the next moment, the dark green twin blades and the black and blue magic sword slashed together again.

Sparks flew around, and the Demon Hunter's massive body stood in place with just a slight flick of the batwing behind him, while the Death Knight was knocked back several steps by the blow.

On the ice-blue sword, seven runes were lit up one by one, and a crazy white storm began to rotate around his body, like the center of a tornado, and everything along the way was surrounded by heavy ice, under the double convergence of such frost power and death power, the ice turned black, and Arthas was like a charging tank, rushing towards Illidan.

The Demon Hunter's wings spread out, suspended in the air, his blades standing in front of him, his eyes under the black strip of cloth, the dark green light quickly converged, and the moment Arthas rushed over, two green rays of light that burned everything pierced into the ice storm.

Evil flame and black ice, scorching and cold, on this ice throne, the two most extreme forces collided mercilessly, and the entire platform began to shake violently, as if the next moment, this glacier peak was about to collapse.

Green flames and black ice twined in the sky, forcing Vaski to temporarily retreat under the platform, while Anubarak curled up, using his hard carapace against the flying energy.

In the original history, the ruthless Arthas and the old man Illidan faced off, and in the end, the Death Knight, who had the home advantage, won the move, and the Demon Hunter was forced to flee the Outlands.

But in the present history, because of the desperate defense of Mount Hyjal, Illidan finally reconciled with Malfurion, although he still ran away, but it was of his own free will, although he and Tyrande still couldn't get along, but at least there were not so many regrets.

If there is no regret in the heart, there will be no weakness in the battle.

When the sad past is put aside, it becomes the most important thing to continue the vows you have made.

So when Black Ice froze half of his small body, the Demon Hunter's fingers flicked slightly, and a drop of green liquid seeped into his body, and at this moment, all the frostbite was removed, and the lost physical strength was also replenished.

The Demon Hunter's body turned lightly, and the green evil flame was like two sharp knives of light, and when it reached its maximum frequency, it turned into a scorching pillar of light, completely shattering the black ice storm rolled up by Arthas.

At the moment when the storm dissipated, the Demon Hunter's claws pressed on Arthas's right arm, and the dark green evil energy was frantically injected into the Death Knight's arm, and then under the manipulation of the Demon Hunter's will, the whole thing exploded!

Arthas's body was tossed far away, falling to the edge of the platform, and Frostmourn let out a scream before the Death Knight stabbed the platform with his only remaining left hand, hanging most of his body in midair.

Illidan strode over to the cracked block of ice, staring at the weakened soul in the ice, with a crown studded with blue gems, and quietly watching the demon hunter.

The old orc's weak and tired voice sounded in the demon hunter's heart,

"I can see... You're a traitor! You, like me, will eventually go down this path!"

"No!"

Illidan raised the dark green moonblade, he lost his sight, but he saw the world more clearly.

"I've been on this path, you've failed, but... You're still useful!"

"Bang!"

The ice was shattered so easily, the soul drifted away, and at the moment when the spirit of the old orc appeared, a crack appeared in the black sky, it was a crimson claw, vicious, and it grabbed the soul in his hand, and then disappeared into this world in a flash.

Even if it is a great demon, it can only go so far without relying on powerful magic items.

The Demon Hunter reached out and picked up the crown on the ground, he turned in Arthas's direction, the corners of his mouth curled, and then placed the crown on the icy throne, turned around, and strode away.

Vaski followed the Demon Hunter, glancing back at the Death Knight as he struggled to climb to the throne, as if to ask something, but couldn't.

"What's the use of having a cat without a mouse?"

Illidan whispered the words, and then looked to the south, where... There's another world out there, a bigger world, waiting to be conquered!