"Roaring ......"

A beastly roar rang out from the depths of Ares' throat, and with the wrath of the Light, the Ember Bringer pushed Arthas, the Lich King, back. The air reverberated with the empty chime of the Holy Sword unsheathed, and countless fragments of light scattered.

It was the result of the collision of the light with the darkness.

But with the help of vengeful fury, Ares gathered the holy light again in a short time, and a shining golden wing appeared behind the Grand Master of the Paladin again, and the light enveloped him, outlining the outline of the paladin, as if his whole person had turned into a shining gold. And, with the release of the Ember Bringer's Fury. Ares stepped on the muddy ground and charged again.

This time, his speed was astonishing. So much so that the light and shadow formed an image composed of pure holy energy behind him.

In the bright light, Ares slashed at Arthas angrily with his sword.

The Lich King raised his sword to meet him, but the Ember Bringer was faster, and in less than a heartbeat, the glittering greatsword struck the Lich King's shoulder. Where the black armor shattered, a white smoke rose into the air. Like ashes after being burned by a raging fire.

The Lich King let out a muffled roar, and moments later, Frostmourn fought back.

Ares was also undaunted and pressed forward again.

A cold glow bloomed from the sword's body, but a blazing white light rose to the top. In the intense light, Ares let out a feverish roar. The Ember Bringer swept away the stab of Frostmourn and slashed again. Its trajectory forms a dazzling path of light.

But this time, the Lich King had been prepared, staring in the direction where the shining greatsword was flying, Arthas withdrew the magic sword in his hand, and Frost Grief immediately hissed. He thirsted for the blood of his enemies, and the more powerful his opponents were, the more he wanted to conquer them, the more he wanted to devour their souls.

A ghostly blue light burst out from the rune sword.

In the next second, the two artifacts collided and struck together again.

Tearing, wrestling...... Ares exerted all his strength, his muscles trembling, his face dripping with sweat and blood. The Holy Light shone on him, outlining the strong silhouette of the paladin. But this blow still couldn't suppress Arthas, the Lich King.

Even with all the power of the Holy Light, Arthas still stood in the way.

Like a dark abyss, Frost Sorrow continues to absorb the energy of the Holy Light emitted by the Ember Bringer. At the same time, the Lich King gradually turned from passive to active.

His iron-clad hands clenched the massive blue rune sword as if it were a part of his body. They are inseparable, yes, they have never been separated. They have not been separated since Prince Minethil took up the sword.

"You are brave, paladin, but this sword does not belong to you, and this kingdom does not belong to you."

A low, death-like voice emanated from under the Lich King's mask, a voice that was utterly cold, like a whisper from the polar plateau. A frost curse from the Frozen Throne that has been dusted for centuries.

"I never wanted to rule Lordaeron!"

Ares roared, his whole body pounding.

"No, you've thought about it, everybody has thought about it."

The Lich King whispered. As he spoke, he turned his blade, and a cold light flashed over Frost Sorrow, and Ares immediately felt a powerful force pressing him. Arthas didn't give Ares much time to react, and Frost Grief struck again, like a deadly ghost, agile and deadly.

A sword stabbed into the paladin's heart. Ares hurriedly raised his sword to block. The blade grazed the blade of Frost's sorrow, and the light flew again.

The powerful energy spread and shocked again. The shockwave swept the surrounding undead and Alliance warriors even wider.

Within a few tens of meters, there is no grass and no human figures.

In the center of the field, the Light and the Shadows were still battling.

A bone dragon flew through the air, and the terrifying dragon groan echoed over the city of Lordaeron. Gritting his teeth, Ares raised his sword and struck.

The Ember Bringer slashed a large arc in the air, and the power of the powerful Holy Light converged on the blade, forming a blast of Holy Light that struck the Lich King directly. But this time, Arthas was even more powerful, and the Lich King danced the Frost Sorrow and slammed into the ground, and in an instant, a cold light barrier bloomed from the sword's body, and a powerful blast of holy light hit the ice barrier, disappearing without a trace in an instant, and the surrounding air seemed to be frozen, and the cold winter breath enveloped the earth and also shrouded the Lich King.

Without hesitation, Arthas pulled out the Frost Sorrow and rushed towards Ares.

The paladin was amazed that he had been able to shake the Lich King with all his might. But again, without a word of nonsense, Ares raised his sword and fought.

With an endless army of the undead on the periphery and a sparse but stubborn Lordaeron coalition inside, the decisive battle between Ares and the Lich King erupted in this wave of undead.

They approached each other again and again, and were defended and defused by the opponent again and again. Under the dark sky, two legendary weapons were wielded, and the cold cold light was intertwined with the fiery golden light, like a gorgeous dance. But in this gorgeous battle, the power is too great for anyone to come close, and each blow is enough to cause a storm, and light and darkness confront each other, making a battle sound like a tiger roaring and a dragon roaring. Even the Frost Dragon in the sky didn't dare to approach easily.

As the battle progressed, Ares felt an invisible force engulfing him, and endless dark power emanating from the Lich King's body was suffocating. At the same time, around Alsace, the temperature is constantly dropping, dripping into ice.

Little by little, the ice seeped into Ares's body, but the Frost Sorrow grew stronger and stronger, and the power of darkness shrouded Lordaeron and shrouded the land of the decisive battle.

In the darkness, the Lich King wielded his greatsword, and the power of the shadows rose from the ground, binding Ares' hands and feet. Ares felt the blood freeze all over his body, however, the paladin raised his weapon a moment before Frostmourn slashed, and he almost half-knelt to block the Lich King's slash, and in a roar of pain, the Ashbringer barely held off Frostmourn's attack.

Bean-sized beads of sweat slipped down Ares' face, dripping to the ground and solidifying into ice crystals the moment they hit the ground.

"You can't, paladin. Surrender, and I'll make your death a little more enjoyable. ”

Arthas let out a grithing of satisfaction. A blue glow flickered in his deathly eyes.

Frostmourn's attack accelerated, and it was so perfect that it melted together like a storm. Ice crystals and snowflakes swirled wildly around it, and the shadow energy seemed to hold Ares's heart, making it impossible for him to breathe. The light still flickered on Ares, but it wasn't as bright as it had been. Like the sun at dusk, wrapped in the boundless night......