"Gianna ......"

Arthas groaned.

Frost's grief lost its luster for a moment, only to be seen soon by the Lich King coming back to his senses from his previous life. The will of death had suppressed the fragile soul once again, it was no longer Prince Lordaeron, it was the Lich King, the commander of the Scourge Legion.

He raised his sword and laughed—

"Gianna, you're finally here."

"I can't wait to kill you monster right away!"

Gianna gritted her teeth in response. Immediately, two mirrors of Gianna walked out of the subject, and three balls of fire smashed into the Lich King like cannonballs.

Rolling up the ashes and plants, the smell of burning grass and trees immediately wafted in the air, and the other three watched as three and a half human-high fireballs roared towards the King of the Undead.

However, in the next second, the Lich King's actions made people desperate. There is not much greeting and nonsense. Arthas raised Frostmourn with lightning speed, a deadly flash of blue light, the air frozen, and the three beaded fireballs were completely blocked and reflected as they flew towards the Lich King.

The flames created a wave of air, forcing Varian and Magni to raise their arms to protect their eyes from the waves.

Gianna was startled by the powerful spell reflex, but she quickly reacted and cast an ice shield on herself the moment the fireball was about to hit her. In the fierce collision between the ice and the fire, the ice shield with powerful magic power was smashed to pieces, and the impact force formed made Gianna stand unsteadily, and her body retreated unconsciously. The Lich King immediately charged with his sword, but before he could rush up, Illidan and Varian teamed up to stand in front of the Lich King again.

Sarameni and Aesinos stabbed Alsace in the middle, silver swords and green blades brushed against the heavy armor of the Lich King, and Sarameni even tore through the undead king's armor, leaving a deep cut in the Lich King's arm. But at the same time, Varian was struck by the Lich King, and he was once again slammed into the air, smashing his own soldiers, and the bones of his body shattered.

The soldiers on the side hurriedly protected their king, while Illidan endured the loss of power and continued to fight the Lich King Arthas. Magni rushed up, dragging his hammer and swept it through, but the power of the thunder was once again stopped by Arthas, and Frost Sorrow swung from side to side like a scythe of the revenant, heavy and huge, but nimble. At the same time, as soon as the Lich King gave a simple order, the undead troops on the periphery rushed in frantically. The three of them could not concentrate on the battle.

Finally, with one last blow, Arthas knocked Illidan aside with a single sword, leaving the dying demon hunter alone, and the Lich King to find Gianna, the traitor she was supposed to be with. Yes, that's what Alsace thinks. He took heavy steps, and the ground behind him was all frozen, and it was a heart as solid as ice.

Gianna felt a pang of pressure. But she quickly responded with composure. She, Gianna. Proudmore is the leader of Theramore, the daughter of an Alliance Admiral, the apprentice of Egwene the Guardian, and yes, capable of fighting himself. Gianna encouraged herself. Her staff glowed with fiery flames, the flames of fury. Like Magni and Varian, she will put this fallen prince on trial.

The gravel and soil on the ground floated, and in a very short period of time, they all burned violently, and the fire elemental rolled on the surface of the gravel and dirt, and in less than a heartbeat, all these dirt and gravel came together, forming a high-pressure fireball that burned violently. The core temperature is enough to melt the steel.

This is the highest level of fire spells. At the same time, the energy turned into a flaming phoenix soared from behind Gianna, and the gorgeous scene was like a grand fireworks display, directly hitting the Lich King in the center of the field.

The earth was torn apart, and tongues of fire stretched along the surface of the soil towards Arthas. At the same time, the dark sky turned crimson. Meteorites mixed with flames roared down from the sky. The target was the Dark Emissary on the ground.

But, in all of this, the Lich King did not take it seriously. Not only in the heart, but also on the surface. Alsace was moving almost at its usual pace. The Flame Phoenix, the Flame Gravel was completely like a child's prop in front of him, he just skillfully raised the Ancient Demon Sword, and Frost Sorrow blocked the first wave of attacks without any effort. Countless flames fluttered down on the King of the Dead, doing nothing but splashing gorgeous sparks. The Lich King's armor still exudes a chilling air, and he doesn't move.

Yes, immovable.

As everyone watched in horror, a second wave of attack roared. The flaming meteorites that were enough to crush the walls and palaces were deflected and fell like garbage from mid-air like garbage, smashing the ground with debris four or five meters high......

In the dust, the Lich King walked out like a grim reaper.

At this point, the crowd was desperate.

Gianna frowned even more. The series of spell blows just now had consumed most of her mana, and she couldn't shake Arthas by half a step. What kind of power does Arthas, who became the Lich King, have, and it's no wonder that Ares and his duel just now will fail. This is not at all a force that mortals can fight against.

At this moment, Gianna wished that the dragon guardian in Egwen's mouth could appear and eradicate this evil spirit. But none of the gods responded to Gianna's prayer. She had to fight alone. Or join her allies in battle.

Magni rushed again with a heavy hammer, but Arthas imprisoned the Dwarven King to the ground with a dark spell, and Magni's feet seemed to be locked in ice, and the solid ice crystals locked his feet to the ground, immobilizing him. At the same time, death followed, and the ice stretched upwards as if by magic, freezing Magni's hands and knees.

On the other side, Gianna was in a hurry and quickly recited the incantation.

Under the boundless magic, around the battlefield, countless wizards Gianna appeared. Unlike ordinary mirror images, each of these doppelgangers of Gianna has their own demeanor and movements, which are so lifelike that you can't tell which one is the real Gianna. Not even the Lich King could tell the difference, and he stopped.

"Gianna, you have a lot of tricks. If you have any tricks, let's come together! ”

Arthas growled. He stood in the crowd like a victorious general, unthreatened by these illusions.

However, Gianna would not talk nonsense with him, once he was Gianna's closest lover, once he was Lordaeron's most promising prince, and now, he is nothing, in her eyes, he is nothing but a murderous devil, nothing more than a dead man, even worse than a dead man. She wants to eradicate him, like digging out the pimple in her heart and filling it in the landfill.

Flame is her weapon, and magic is her armor.

Amid the sound of burning in the sky, hundreds of fireballs smashed into Arthas.

The dazzling light of the fire illuminated the earth and also the gloomy sky. The people around them couldn't look directly at the light, and they all turned around to avoid the most brilliant flame bombardment in history......