"Ah~ Varian, we haven't seen each other in a long time."

After parrying, Arthas let out a disdainful sneer. Although Varian is strong, considered the best among humans, and has the Sword of the Elder Elves, his power is still too small compared to the Lich King, and the two are not at the same level at all. Arthas was not in a hurry to attack him, he could tell that Varian had been fighting breathlessly for some time before rushing here, and the endless army of undead consumed most of his physical strength. Like Ares, he may be good at first, but mortals are mortals after all.

He won't be a threat, and he won't be an opponent. Arthas just looked at him like a clown, the former friend, the former friend who robbed him of his pride and confidence. Arthas still remembered the blow that crushed not only his fragile vanity, but also the pride he had always had as Prince Lordaeron.

Now, it's time to give back.

"You remember me, Arthas, that I had really lost my eyes, your father, such a merciful king, a father, but you had poisoned him. You make me sick! ”

Varian roared, and struck again. Sarameni screamed in the air, a glittering silver light, and slashed at the throat of Arthas, the Lich King. Despite his speed, he is the elite of human warriors, Glash, a ghost wolf. But in front of the Lich King, any purely physical attacks are not considered a threat.

Arthas only took a small step back, picked up the huge magic sword, and Frostmourn drew a cold blue light in the air, with a cold air, Frostmourn easily blocked Sarameni's attack. Experienced Varian tried to launch a second attack in a very short time. But Varian ignored the fact that this time, he was not dealing with an ordinary knight, but against Arthas, the Lich King......

Frostmourn was like an ice core from the polar regions, easily sucking into Varian's weapon.

Unable to draw his sword, Varian could only confront the Lich King, but it was clear that human power could not resist the power of the Undead King. As if out of his body, Varian felt a dark force invade his body, stripping him of his soul.

However, Varian's indomitable will made it impossible for the Lich King to succeed so easily, but the disparity in strength quickly put Varian at a disadvantage, and Frost Grief weighed down, and Varian's thick arms trembled, clenching his teeth, struggling to keep the magic sword from piercing his flesh.

"Struggle, tremble, these are pointless, and soon, you will be my servant, my subordinate. You're no match for me anymore, Varian. Ureon. ”

Arthas scoffed. His ghostly helmet was pressed down, and a pair of terrifying undead eyes were staring at Varian. However, before the magic sword could succeed, a more majestic and full voice came from outside the field. The voice was so familiar that Arthas would never forget it, and he grabbed Varian and threw the human king out like a chicken. Immediately, the Lich King's gaze met with the dwarf not far away.

Magni, Lord of the Copperbeards and ruler of Ironforge, stood at the edge of the crowd, carrying a blood-drenched hammer and glaring at Arthas, the Lich King, in the center of the field. The corpses of the undead soldiers who fell at his feet were piled up into a hill. Obviously, the King of Copperbeard does not fight easily, and once he does, it is enough to shake the Quartet.

Arthas's eyes narrowed, and he knew that today, the strongest warriors of Azeroth had gathered here. They had been prepared for a long time, and while the Scourge was preparing for a southern invasion, the leaders of the alliance were also planning the defense of the century. Ares...... Yes, it must be him. It dawned on Arthas. All this, all this that appeared here today, in fact, the Grand Lord of Lordaeron had already guessed that everything was prepared.

"...... Ares"

The Lich King was furious. However, in the blink of an eye, he was no longer the Lordaeron Paladin. In front of him, there is Illidan, a demon hunter who is weak and can still fight, and Varian, the king of Stormwind who is still full of anger after being seriously injured. Wrynn, the leader of the dwarves who is full of vengeance, Magni. Copper whiskers.

He was surrounded...... The Scourge is surrounded.

Arthas gritted his teeth, even though the situation was like this, even though it wasn't Northrend, it wasn't Icecrown, but he still had to fight.

Let Frost Sorrow put an end to this!

Arthas roared.

He clenched the magic sword in both hands and charged with it.

No one can stop the charge of the King of the Undead, like a storm, like ice, that is the footsteps of the Grim Reaper.

The cold wind whipped his white hair, and the heavy armor made a deep vibration. Facing the Darkest Force Lich King, Magni clenched his hammer to the first time he had faced death, and Magni had forgotten about it. But as long as the blood of the King of the Mountain still flowed in his body, he could not retreat.

"In the name of the ancestors!"

Magni yelled. In the direction of Arthas's lunge, the King of Brass Whiskers dragged his heavy hammer and rose to the occasion.

Frostmourn collided head-on with the Brass Whisker King's hammer in a shuddering sound. At the same time, between the Lich King and several Alliance leaders, the battlefield became more and more chaotic, with countless undead soldiers and Alliance soldiers rushing to kill each other, roaring with rage, the sound of iron blows, and the sound of flesh tearing. In the sky, the gargoyles and frost dragons of the Scourge are also mixed with the griffin knights and dwarven helicopters of the Alliance. The battlefield of Lordaeron was full of blood and chaos.

Magni unleashed an all-out blow that barely kept Arthas at bay.

He was backwards, few people had seen Magni retreat in battle, but in the face of the Lich King's mighty power, the Copperbeard King did retreat. The latter's magic sword followed. The land has been frozen, and the Lich King's power continues to spread.

However, before Arthas swung his sword at Magni. Varian's longsword appeared behind the Lich King. Arthas had to turn around and deal with the human warrior. Almost as soon as he blocked Varian's fatal blow, Illidan roared with the Aeginoth Blade in hand. Frost Sorrow quickly returned to defense, and a stunning blue light flashed in the air. It's like the fleeting Northern Lights. With the terrifying power of winter, the repeated attacks of several people still couldn't shake the Lich King.

This duel is by no means a simple duel. Each blow is enough to kill a demon. People who don't have the strength can't stand on this stage at all. After several uninteresting soldiers broke into the decisive battleground, being slashed into mud by Frostmourn and Aeginos Blades, Varian was repulsed, and several undead ghouls immediately pounced, but the Storm King turned and cut back, and the three ghouls were cut in half in front of him. Before he had time to wipe the blood from his face, Varian continued to swing his sword and kill.

Frostmourn erupted in a terrifying scream, and Illidan flew into the air, spewing hellish flames at the Lich King, while Arthas raised his sword to block. At the same time, Magni and Varian roared and charged. Frost's sorrow rushed back to defense, and the two were tied again. Just as the Lich King was sneering, a scorching fireball struck him, smashing into the Lich King in the center of the arena with terrifying heat and a long flue...... At this point, Frost Sorrow didn't have time to retreat, and with a violent explosion, Arthas was hit with a fireball, and a crater was smashed into his chest. Furious, Arthas looked up, and not far away, a sorceress came into view......