"Jean! Jean! What are you doing? ”

Ares' screamed in the shadows, but he could barely hear his own voice. His voice was so weak, and even his life was so weak. Arthas kept his life alive only because he wanted to see his lovers, comrades, and brothers fall one by one under the sorrow of frost.

In the endless ice, Arthas proudly walked in front of the paladin Arator like a victorious king. A heavy boot stomped on Aratore's head, and the elf's long golden hair was stained. He struggled, screams of rage resounding through the hall, however, no one could save him, the Windranger was scarred and had lost his strength, and the Archmage was dying, having lost the last shred of his magic. Beside the Lich King, a dozen Vagri were still floating in the air, proudly looking at these mortals who dared to challenge the Death Lord.

"I said, Ares, that you will die on the top of this ice, and that you have done so much, and that you have done so much to end up with nothing but your own death. But, before you die, I want you to see how your companions are dying in front of you one by one. I will resurrect them one by one and become the most effective warrior of the Scourge Legion. ”

"Speaking of which, I also want to thank you, it was you who sent me such a group of excellent fighters."

The Lich King spoke, sword in both hands, and a sword stabbed into Arator's body.

"No!"

Windranger nearly collapsed, the only child of Tulayan and Aurelia in the world. They regarded him as their closest relative, but now, his life was ended by Arthas's sword.

Sylvanas gritted her teeth and trembled, she wanted to peel Arthas to pieces and chop it to pieces! However, she couldn't, she didn't have the strength to resist anymore. Two Wagli tied her up.

As Frostmourn pulled out of Arator's body, blood stained the tip of the Ancient Demon Sword red. It passed through the paladin's body and sucked his soul. Ares watched with tears in his eyes, but before he could struggle, the Lich King swung his sword and stabbed him in the chest. As on that day under the Lordaren King's City, the biting cold caused him to die almost instantly, the blade of his sword seemingly having sliced through his heart. However, the ice froze the blood so that it would not rush out so quickly.

The pain spread throughout Ares' body. He didn't know why he was still alive, he should have died a long time ago under such horrific injuries......

But now, he doesn't even have the ability to think. Not far away, the Lich King walked up to his next target, none other than Ares' beloved Sylvanas. She hadn't become a banshee, but Arthas clearly wanted to accomplish what he hadn't done so many years ago, with the Lich King holding Windrunner in one hand and Frostmourn in the other.

"It's over, Ares, you're not a god, you should accept your fate."

"One by one, the people you love will leave you. This is your destiny, the destiny of you and me. ”

The Lich King said, raising Frost Grief......

At this moment, Ares despaired. He looked into Sylvanas' eyes and closed them in despair. The soul seemed to break through the dark ice prison and hovered in the endless sky.

He closed his eyes and prayed, praying with what little strength he had left.

He felt as if he had become a feather, fluttering in the endless light of the sun, and in that place that was infinitely close to heaven, he looked up and saw an incomparably dazzling, incomprehensible halo above his head.

In the blinding glare of light, a huge image of a sage appeared in view. A blazing light outlined his outline.

It was as if the gods of ancient times were salvation, the ultimate light.

"God ......"

Ares cried out in his heart.

It seemed like a long time had passed, but it was less than a second. Frost Sorrow is about to pierce Windranger's body. However, at this moment, the miracle finally appeared.

Blazing, powerful, holy light poured down from above the Frozen Throne like a holy spring from the sky, instantly piercing the hardest ice dome of Icecrown Glacier.

In an instant, the sky collapsed, and the earth shook.

The blazing light enveloped Ares, and the power of the incomparably powerful holy light instantly dispelled all the cold in his body and healed all the wounds. At this moment, the Holy Spirit was with him, and at this moment, the Ash Bringer roared.

"Kill!"

The Lich King threw Sylvanas away, roaring and commanding. A dozen dark vargries in the sky spread their gray wings and swooped down with a whistling voice.

However, the power of faith erupted within Ares. At this moment, the human sword is one, and at this moment, the holy light turns into pure energy and is injected into the mortal's body. At this moment, he no longer represented himself, but the Light Faith of all of Azeroth.

In the blazing golden light, Ares slammed his sword into the ground. Hundreds of meters under the glacier, countless wounds and cracks suddenly emerged. At the same time, the light converged on his body, forming an explosive golden light, instantly knocking the besieging Varri away.

By the time the light had dissipated, he had become a true messenger of light.

"A mortal is a mortal after all."

The Lich King attacks with a sword.

Ares strikes back with his sword.

Like the Jedi, they fought a final battle at the top of the Icecrown. The blue light of Frost Sorrow and the golden light of the Ash Briele intertwined, and light and shadow intersected to form a shockwave that hit the thousand-year-old ice of Icecrown Glacier. Countless pieces of ice fell beside Ares and the Lich King.

Like a storm, the Ember Bringer confronted Frost's Grief with a thunderous roar that was the death knell of death.

Ares gathered all his energy on the Ember Bringer and launched waves of deadly attacks, sending waves of light out and illuminating the shattered hall.

The Lich King defended with his sword, but Frost Grief let out a painful wail. It was once so handy, once Prince Lordaeron's beloved, it was in the hands of the Death Knight, once the perfect weapon, and now, it can't withstand the onslaught of the Ashbringers.

In the face of absolute power, skill becomes insignificant.

Each time the Ember Bringer struck, it carried a force powerful enough to destroy the glacier, and the Lich King swung his sword to block, but the light slammed into his armor, forcing him into a true desperate situation.

His eyes widened, and the eyes that burned with the fire of the dead no longer saw a human, but a god.

Yes, Ares has completely become the embodiment of a god. His whole body was shrouded in a dazzling golden light, and his hands, his eyes, burst out with pure golden light. His body burned, and the light turned into the flames of judgment and fell from heaven.

With the final blow, the paladin used all his strength to swing a gorgeous arc in the air. With a powerful impact, slash at the Lich King.

Frost's sorrow strikes head-on. This time, however, the Ancient Demon Sword dimmed. In the absolute realm of light, darkness ceases to exist. Not even its creator can fight against the purest light in the universe.

There was a crisp sound of metal cracking, and Frostmourn was sliced to pieces by the Ashbringer's sword......