Reflection Hall.

When he first came here, Ares even had the illusion of traveling back in time. It was as if he had returned to the glorious days of the kingdom of Lordaeron fifteen years ago. The tall and magnificent stone walls of the city wall and the huge warrior statue have a natural solemnity and solemnity. It was as if one foot had stepped into the whirlpool of time and space, but the cold and darkness reminded Ares that this was not Lordaeron, let alone the kingdom of Lordaeron for more than ten years. This is the Icecrown Fortress, the heart of the scourge of the dead. The Lich King's home base.

The Hall of the Reflection is architecturally immaculate, it resembles a dark version of the Royal Palace of Lordaeron, with smooth stone walls and beautiful reliefs and paintings on the ceiling and dome. Thick stone pillars stand around the main hall, supporting this magnificent hall.

In the center of the main hall is an altar for weapons. It's just that, unlike in the game, here, the Lich King doesn't put Frostmourn here.

In the center of the dark hall, there was a faint blue light. Gusts of wind are coming from all sides. It was as if countless ghosts were hovering here.

"Gianna, I feel something is wrong, let your people keep an eye on the defense at all times."

Approaching the main hall, Ares said cautiously. With a shield in one hand and an Ember Messenger in the other, he walked slowly. As soon as the words fell, a cold ice arrow broke through the air, only to feel a streamer flash in front of him, Ares subconsciously raised his shield, and the bone arrow shot directly into the paladin's shield. The powerful arrows even went into the shield, and the tail feathers were still trembling.

Immediately after, more cold arrows struck from the darkness, and with a "whoosh" gallop, they shot at the soldiers of the Ash Judgment Army. The warriors raised their shields to defend, but many of them still fell in this wave of dark arrows. The body temperature of the soldier who was shot dropped sharply, and the chilblains that formed at the wound spread at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Obviously, the undead here are not a little more powerful than the ones outside, and they are hardly at a level. But Ares secretly rejoiced that it proved that they had found the right direction and the right place. The closer you get to the Lich King, the more powerful the dark becomes......

Warriors and paladins formed a circle, their shields facing outwards to protect the weaker mages and rangers.

After a round of random fire, powerful undead warriors appeared around the main hall.

Leading these elite undead warriors in ambushing the Ashen Inquisitors are two Death Knights.

As with all boss-level Death Knights he had encountered before, Ares immediately felt a suffocating dark force as soon as the two Death Knights in black armor appeared.

Without a word of nonsense, the undead elite pounced on these people who were hiding behind the shield wall.

It's another tough battle, Ares knows.

But the pace had to be quickened, and the warriors in the Crusader Proving Ground were still under siege.

The cold light passed, and the shadow of the sword continued. The roars of the orcs, the prayers of the paladins, the clashing of iron armor and swords, resounded through the dark hall. The fierce undead soldiers were still wearing the armor of the kingdom of Lordaeron, and the dead and the living were from the same country.

Ares slashed at an undead soldier in Lordaeron's uniform with the Ember Bringer, who raised his sword to block, but the light-shining Ember Bringer ignored his defenses and slashed through the undead warrior's body with a sword from the top of his head. With the crunch of iron being cut and the sound of flesh being torn apart, the rotting flesh of the undead soldier suddenly burned into a raging flame.

With the next sword, Ares leveled his weapon and stabbed at another Lordaeron revenant.

However, this sword was blocked by a frosty rune sword.

"Farrick ......"

From the cry of the revenant, Ares heard the name. As Alsace. Prince Minethir's loyal guard, Farrick once followed the fallen Arthas into the royal city of Lordaeron and assassinated the great King of Terenus. On that day, one of the two Death Knights standing beside Arthas was the warrior who had devoured the soul of light.

The pressure from the blade of the sword sent Ares's mind back to reality. He was no longer the loyal Lordaeron warrior. The faric in front of him, like a walking corpse, only knows how to carry out the orders of the lord of the undead.

Ares roared with his sword, and flames erupted from the Ashbringer's blade, pouring onto the Death Knight's icy armor.

It turns out that even the Lich King's most capable men can't stop the onslaught of the Ashbringers. Pharik retreated violently, like a vampire in direct light, and ducked into the darkness to avoid the glare.

But Ares didn't give him a respite, and the Ashbringer pressed in.

The flaming holy sword slashed diagonally, and Farrick raised the rune sword in his hand to block, and the armor of the two was almost glued together, however, in just an instant, the paladin called for the holy light, and the holy energy converged into a light warhammer, smashing into Faric's abdomen.

With a flash of bright light, the Death Knight Captain Farek was blown away. He was thrown to the ground like a pile of scrap metal.

The heavy armor saved the life of the Death Knight, but there were several rifts where he was hit by the Hammer of Fury. The charred flesh turned into white smoke and rose from the cracks in the armor.

Without mercy, Ares strode forward, roaring in anger and ready to strike the fatal blow.

However, at the last moment, Pharik raised his arms, and a chain of ice bound Ares's feet. However, cold dark spells cannot bind the paladin's hands and feet. Holy light filled Ares's body, instantly melting the seemingly hard ice. Free will keeps Ares going.

Stepping on the broken ice, the High Lord roared and rushed in front of Faric, what seemed to be just a shriveled corpse, with only a pair of blood-red eyes beneath the heavy, dark helmet.

"In the name of the Light!"

Ares shouted, the Ember Bringer glittering. A holy wing appeared behind Ares.

Farrick raised his runic sword to resist, however, in the face of the immensely powerful Ember Bringer, the Death Knight's resistance was in vain. In just an instant, the flaming greatsword slashed through the cold rune sword and slashed at the death knight's chest.

The Dark Armor was directly dented, as if the frozen ice had been shattered. The power of death poured out of Pharyn's chest. He struggled, but finally didn't get up, the flaming greatsword still in his heart, burning his body and purifying his soul...... His dark career as a death knight came to an end.

In an instant, Ares heard a relief from the soul. It was a wanderer who had been away from home for too long, a prodigal son who had been lost in the darkness for too long. He seemed to linger as if it were yesterday, when Lordaeron was still a peaceful and peaceful scene, he was a member of the royal guard of Lordaeron, living a quiet and peaceful idyllic life, and his wife was always waiting for him to return home at sunset......

"Let the Light purify everything."

Pulling out the great sword that was stuck in Farrick's chest, Ares sighed.

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