A howling cold wind raged, and the tentacles of the Death Lord spread over every warrior and paladin, and the land that the knight covered in heavy iron armor walked through withered and frozen.

It was the footsteps of the Grim Reaper, and the ground Arthas had trodden had lost its vitality, and the soldiers he touched turned into dried corpses in an instant, and their vitality was completely stripped of the moment they touched the Lich King's palm. Frostmourn didn't even need to be unsheathed, it hungrily sucked the lives and souls of the people around them, and the power of the shadows stripped them of their lives, even far away, the soldiers were drawn into the air by an invisible but powerful force, and then the flesh quickly corroded in the air, turning into a pile of air-dried corpses.

Terrifying, irresistible forces ravaged the frontline battlefields of Lordaeron. It's like a dark winter, endless darkness and cold......

The brave paladin brandished his hammer and rushed towards the King of the Undead, only to be lifted into the air by a simple spell by the Lich King, who then threw the paladin out like garbage, leaving behind a trail of painful screams.

Some of the warriors lost their lives the moment they rushed towards Arthas, the Lich King, their armor covered with a thick layer of ice as if it had frozen and rotted for centuries in the bitter cold of the Arctic. Even their bodies instantly turned into a stiff corpse and ice sculpture.

The darkness was so powerful, but there were still warriors who bravely rushed forward, and Fred brandished his war hammer and shouted and rushed towards the Lich King, but the young paladin had no idea who he was fighting against. He thought it was a regular Death Knight......

Fred's golden hair fluttered in the frost, snow and darkness, but he soon felt weak and immature...... The Lich King became interested in the young paladin, and he paused and looked at the young boy. The boy's eyes were full of determination and bravery, but he was too weak. So much so that there was hardly any power of holy light emanating from him.

The Warhammer didn't even have a chance to hit the Lich King's armor......

Under Arthas's evil smile, Paladin Fred was choked by the throat and lifted into the air, the silver warhammer symbolizing the glory of the Order slipped from his hand, he struggled, resisted, but in the face of the boundless power of darkness, his will quickly disintegrated and collapsed. In the realm of absolute darkness, the remnants of his soul struggled, only to be quickly torn apart and gone.

The boy slid out of the Lich King's hands like a pile of skeletons, his armor reduced to a pile of scrap metal.

"No!"

Not far away, Ares, the head of the Knights, who was fighting bloodily, saw this scene. He screamed with all his might. Rushed towards the Lich King's position. There's going to be a showdown between Frost Sorrow and the Ashesbringer, so if it's coming sooner or later, let's do it as soon as possible. Ares roared and slammed away an undead soldier, swinging his sword to split another Scourge warrior, the light flashing in his hand and blooming on the blade.

The shining golden light forced back the surrounding undead, and gradually, a wide area appeared between Ares and Arthas.

It was the arena of light and darkness, the arena of paladins and the lich king. The surrounding Lordaeron warriors tried to help their Grand Master, but were held back by an endless army of scourge troops. Similarly, the surrounding undead soldiers tried to lay siege to Ares, but were blocked by the dazzling light. In such a dazzling light, only the darkest things can reach.

The sorrowful cold of frost is blooming......

But Ares was undaunted, he ran wildly, breathing heavily.

The air around him suddenly turned cold, seeping into the flesh and bones, as if the blood had been frozen. But the paladin called for the light, dispelling the chill of death from within. Between heaven and earth, one is good and one is evil, and the two divine swords, one white and one blue, have launched a duel.

All eyes are on this epic showdown.

As unfair as it may be, Ares, the Knights' Leader, had already used up a lot of stamina in the previous battles, and the Lich King had just begun to warm up. At the same time, Ares is just a mortal, a mortal of flesh and blood, while the Lich King, who is almost already a demigod-level existence, has an immortal body and great power......

Facing the direction of the paladin Ares, the Lich King Arthas pulled out his weapon, and the Frost Sorrow light came out of the sheath, its power was so powerful that at the moment when the magic sword was unsheathed, the surrounding land was stained with a layer of death-like cold and mist, a drop of ice dripped from the tip of the sword, and when it landed, it instantly solidified into a sharp icicle, and at the same time, the Lich King danced his sword to defend against the enemy.

Frost Sorrow hissed in the air......

Ares called for the Light to leap high, and the Ember Bringer erupted in a roar like never before.

They are like sworn enemies in their previous lives, and they have a gorgeous duel in the air. Almost explosive, the Paladin fell high through the air wielding the Ember Bringer, while the Lich King pulled out Frostmourn and unleashed a deadly sword.

The endless tide of the undead bloomed with a brilliant and eerie light. It was the pinnacle of light and darkness. With the judgment of the Holy Light, and with the wrath of countless Lordaeron Heroic Souls, the Ashbringer slashed at Arthas, the undead lord, with a single sword. And the Lich King also used all his strength, attacking and defending, and slashed at Ares's throat with a sword. The two artifacts collided violently in the air. Blue and white light intertwined and shocked the audience.

Whether it was the undead soldiers or the Lordaeron Alliance, they all closed their eyes. Can't look directly at the light.

It is like the coldest polar light, and like the warmest holy spring, the two forces are intertwined to complete a great collision in the air. The magnitude is more than any previous duel. Even the duel between Uther the Lightbringer and Arthas has not reached such a level. At that time, Uther was holding an ordinary war hammer, and Arthas was just a death knight under the Lich King.

Now, the duel between Ares and Arthas is a contest between the Light and the Shadows.

The Ember Bringer condenses the power of Azeroth's most powerful Light, and the Frost Grief absorbs the world's countless bitter and dark spirits, the duel between the Light and the Dark. After a flash of light, when the eyes were opened again, Grand Master Ares of the Paladins had already fought with Arthas, the Lich King. Their swords snapped into each other, glowing white, and the two men wrestled on the black, dry earth.

The Holy Light and the Shadows also collided continuously, and the powerful energy generated formed a shockwave that swept the surrounding undead and Alliance soldiers farther and farther away like a raging and deadly tide.