"Be angry, Ares, you should be angry, I killed the woman you love, do you want to avenge her? Come on, I'm happy to accept your challenge. ”

The Lich King whispered. Frostmourn is like a sword dancer elf, with its nimble defense, counter-attacks, and combos. Ares gradually felt tired and weak, although the attack of the Ember Bringer was also agile and powerful, but the paladin's attack method was still biased towards the strength type after all, lacking real agility. The Lich King, on the other hand, was so swift when he was a Death Knight. In the battle to kill Uther, the Lightbringer, Frostmourn demonstrated its amazing fighting skills, which can already be described as an art, the art of death.

The Lich King scoffed, no matter how powerful Ares was, he was not as strong as Uther back then. It's just that he picked up the Ash Bringer and picked up this holy light weapon. However, he was a mortal after all, and his life was so humble that it was not worth mentioning, and even if the Grim Reaper did not come to him, his life was still aging.

When Quel'Salas first met, Ares was so young, but now, he is a middle-aged man.

The Lich King roared and pushed Ares back. The power of the undead burns on the blade of the sword, and unlike the fire of holy light, it is the fire of the undead.

"This is not just my challenge to you, this is a challenge to him from the people of Lordaeron, this is a challenge to you from all the people of Azeroth!"

Ares roared. The Ember Bringer slashed out again, the Lich King deflected his blade, and Frostmourn easily blocked the Ember Bringer's attack once more. It's so nimble, so nimble that it's as if it can fight on its own. Yes, it is the Elder Magic Sword, and in the time of its birth, the Ash Bringer did not even have a shadow......

When they collided with each other again, the flames were shining, and the strength of the two was so strong that even the entire hall was trembling, and the dome above the Frozen Throne continued to fall with broken ice, and the solid ice that had been frozen for thousands of years was originally indestructible, and its hardness even exceeded the walls of the Ice Crown Fortress. However, the aftermath of the showdown between the Ashbringer and the Frostmourn shattered them.

All around, a dozen Vargri fought with the soldiers of the Ash Inquisitor.

Not even the most seasoned orc warriors could defeat the advanced warriors of the Scourge Legion, the Lich King's handmaidens who wandered between the shadows and reality. Old Sarufar slashed at the ghostly warriors with an axe, but Dark Vagri only stepped back slightly, holding a huge shadow spear and stabbing into Sarufar's body. Sarufar made a small half-leap and barely dodged the attack. Just as Vagri swung her spear and struck again, Winlessa's magic arrow struck her wing. This made Wagri take a step back for the time being. Immediately afterward, Arator swung his sword and charged, and the Light forced the dark Vargri into the air.

Only mages and rangers can hit these aerial warriors, however, the archers of the Ash Inquisition are being grabbed by these dark vargri, thrown from the top of the tall ice crown.

"Surrender, throw in the towel, Ares, you are no match for me, not before, and not now. You are nothing but mortals, and I am the king of the dead. You don't have a chance, Gianna never belonged to you, only I will let her soul get real rest. And you're just a bedbug. ”

The Lich King whistled with his sword and continued to whisper—

"You will die on the roof of this world, and only the Grim Reaper will remember you and sing your elegy. Your corpse will be frozen here, forgotten. No one will remember you, Ares, you are nothing more than a failed ...... General ......"

The Lich King sneered triumphantly, but Ares didn't waste his energy on a war of words, he continued to concentrate on dealing with the Lich King, the Shadow and the Evil.

Frostmourn stabbed from below, and Ares took a small half step back, holding the Ember Bridle tightly, blocking the path of Frostmourn's attack. The two greatswords scraped against each other, once again colliding in a wave of afterglow of light and shadow. Enveloping everyone in this brilliant and magnificent light.

"Is that how you killed your father? Alsace. ”

Ares gritted his teeth and asked rhetorically.

"On the contrary, I used this sword to give him eternal life."

The Lich King replied in a deep, deep voice. He pushed Ares back again. All around, the stony ground froze. The endless winter enveloped Ares, and the power of the shadows tore at his soul.

Ares felt the world in front of him darken, as if a pair of invisible hands pressed him into the abyss of hell. The blood all over his body seemed to be frozen, and life was slowly passing away like flowing water. He was like a fish thrown on the shore, struggling hard, however, the air around him suffocated him.

Gradually, he felt the light fading, the boundless cold and darkness pressing down on him, and the light that had been surging in his body was diminishing every moment. Without the Light, what is left of you? A mortal alone cannot stand in front of death. Ares knew that he could not afford to lose the Light, and he struggled and called out to the Light, but the power of the Light, which had responded to him countless times, was drifting away. It was as if he had become an outcast prodigal. Only empty souls and shells remain. And it is this empty soul that is also being squeezed and withdrawn by the Lich King little by little.

Yes, real extraction...... He felt the frost sorrow seem to pierce his body, but it wasn't, maybe it was just an illusion. Drum, Ronin, Winlessa, Sylvanas, and Sarufar all seemed to turn into vague black shadows, as if he saw countless souls wailing.

Suddenly, a dark shadow flashed in front of him. Ares lifted the Ember Messenger in full consciousness, only to feel a bone-shattering pain between his fingers and a dull thump in the air. Reluctantly, the Ember Bringer once again blocked Frostmourn's blade.

Immediately after, however, Ares lost all his strength. The Lich King kicked him in the chest, and the Death Lord didn't even bother to use his magic, just kicked the paladin who challenged him to the ground like a toy. In the next second, the biting ice climbed up his hands, feet, and body, like a prison, trapping him on the ground.

"This is the Frost Grave I have for you."

The Lich King let out a low voice. It was as if it was a mockery, a mockery of this self-righteous mortal. The moment Ares stormed the castle, he knew he was coming. But even if the elites of the Alliance and the Horde converge here, they will not be able to withstand the cold of the throne.

After Ares was struck, the warriors of the Alliance and the Horde fell to the top of the icecrown. Vagli, they are Valkyrie-like beings, and even if Sarufar tries his best, he can only barely deal with one. More people were knocked to the ground.

Vaguely, Ares even saw Jean, who had become a death knight, stretching out his dark claws and stabbing at his former compatriots and comrades......