Arthas raised his steely arms, and the black ice armor made a heavy chain sound.

A moment later, a fireball roared from the sky, like hundreds of cannons in unison, and a dense fireball smashed into the Lich King. The atmosphere was suffocatingly tense.

Arthas made a defensive move, and he was already crouching slightly, ready to fend off the firestorm. However, the imaginary scene of a violent explosion did not happen. Countless fireballs turned into flying petals the moment they hit Arthas......

Is that...... Rose petals symbolizing the triumph of the prince......

For a moment, a twitch twitched in Arthas's eyes. That year, under the bleak city of Lordaeron, Prince Arthas, as the pride of the sky, stepped step by step on the main hall of the palace with the warriors who had returned from an expedition to Northrend. On both sides of the wide King's Road, there were countless crowds of people welcoming him home. Elves, dwarves, humans, and gnomes stood aside, and the cheers of the people were like a tidal wave, and they greeted him like a savior.

The rain of red rose petals sprinkled from both sides of the city wall symbolized love and hope that would never die. However, frost sorrow whispers, and the power of darkness looms. The world of the dead is calling to him, and he has no choice...... Yes, there is no alternative......

Arthas held one of the petals, the cold light in his eyes dimming slightly. However, it was at this moment that a real blast of flames roared!

Yes, Gianna's illusions had reached the point where they were perfected, the first wave of fire attacks was nothing more than illusions, and the real firestorm crept in when Arthas was in his thoughts. It didn't give the Lich King any time to react, and with the heat and smoke of the grass and trees, it smashed at the Undead King from all sides at the same time.

The blow was like a salvo of cannons, and in the dust and eardrum-shattering explosion, the Lich King was wrapped in a raging flame. The power of the flame bombardment spread out, and even half a kilometer was covered with ashes and flames.

This blow also lifted Magni's freezing effect by the way. The King of the Dwarves raised his weapon tremblingly and looked at Arthas, the Lich King, who was burning in the fire. He wanted Arthas to be burned like this, and the price he should pay was much more than that. The Scourge and the plague have caused countless people to lose their relatives and lovers, and countless families have been broken and displaced, and a fire has engulfed him, which is already cheap for him.

However, in the eyes of everyone, the Lich King is not dead.

He has an immortal body...... Only the Most Luminous Hallows can deal with him!

In the center of the blazing fire, a vague silhouette gradually appeared, and Arthas slowly stood up with his two-handed giant sword. The flames are extinguishing, the temperature is dropping, and the earth is freezing again...... The people were horrified to find that Archmage Gianna was unable to defeat the Lich King with all his might.

Death? I am death itself!

The Lich King roared. The frost dragon in the sky roared in response to his call. The Scourge is invincible!

The Grim Reaper's footsteps were nearer, and boundless darkness enveloped Lordaeron and the entire eastern kingdom of Azeroth. The Alliance's main forces are all here, and once this battle is lost, the Alliance will no longer be able to defend against the Scourge attack. If this battle is lost, Stormwind will become the second Lordaeron and Ironforge will be reduced to an underground dead city. Yes, they could not be defeated, however, the Lich King stood up.

His steps were near, and no one could stop him.

Exhausted, Gianna summoned the Pyrometry again with all her might, and the flames traveled across the ground, but came to an abrupt end before the Lich King. The cold seeped into the earth, and the Lich King's side was no longer alive or warm.

"Gianna, you shouldn't have rejected my ......"

"Now, join me."

"I'll let you get—eternal life......"

The Lich King whispered. As Gianna cast her last spell, the Shadow Force interrupted the magician's spell casting, and like a pair of large invisible hands, the Shadow Force dragged Gianna from the ground into the air, and then quickly sucked it in the direction of the Lich King......

The whole action was done almost instantaneously. The people watched as Archmage Gianna was lifted into the air like a doll, and then quickly flew into the palm of the Lich King's hand. In the next second, a shocking scene happened - without a trace of hesitation or pity, Arthas raised his sword and stabbed Gianna in the abdomen.

The world seems to stand still, and the spiritual leader of Theramore, the most powerful magician of the Alliance, Gianna. Proudmore was killed by the Lich King like this?

The magic sword stayed in Gianna's body, but in the next second, the Lich King felt that something was wrong. There was no blood coming out of her, not a trace of warmth. No way, mortals will have temperature. The Lich King angrily drew his sword, and Gianna in his hand immediately turned into a puddle of icy water.

"How dare you deceive the Lich King!"

Arthas roared, and Frostmourn swung his sword in rage. The Union soldiers in front of them fell one after another.

Not far away, Gianna was already exhausted and collapsed, and as soon as her flashing technique was over, she fell to the ground, and the soldiers hurriedly helped her up. On the other side, the Lich King and his men are slaughtering.

The living are an obstacle to the dead.

They hate the light, they hate the world, and only death and destruction can recreate the order of the world. Yes, he is the Lich King, and the world should be ruled by him. Frost Grief snatched the souls of another group of people, and Arthas let out a contented roar. He is the god of death, the god of pestilence, the god of terror. The entire Lordaeron continent is desperate to the extreme......

The blood flowed into a river, and the corpses were thousands of miles away......

However, the Knights are still fighting, and the main legions of Stormwind and Ironforge are still fighting. There is a white fish belly in the sky, and the sun is about to rise......

Reinforcements from the Night Elves have finally arrived......

The Night Elves, who have crossed the endless sea and have little contact with humans, are finally here.

"It's hell here......"

Jumping off the unicorn's back, Malfurion said indignantly. Everywhere the eye looked, there was death, and there was bloodshed. Here, the flow of life is like a stream, rapidly diminishing. The earth felt evil because it was soaked in too much blood, and the trees wailed in pain, they were infected...... Yes, everything here is infected. Malfurion could feel their pain.

All things, all things in nature, are hungry for revenge. And they were waiting for him to wake up.

Malfurion crouched down, grabbed a handful of wet dirt, and smeared it on his face. At the same time, at the sound of the ancient trumpet, thousands of Night Elf warriors appeared from behind the Grand Druid, like a green ribbon, at the edge of the forest. Tyrande was at the front of the group, riding a tall white tiger and beginning to summon the most powerful elven spells.

At this moment, the night is lit up by the stars, and at this moment, all things awaken and the wrath of nature erupts......