"Your allies are here, paladins. But they can't change anything, and my legion will kill them all, and they will be my slaves at my disposal. ”

An icy, piercing voice emanated from under the Lich King's mask, and he didn't seem to care about the arrival of the Alliance's army. He was still full of confidence, and the sorrow of Frost was ready to move, sending out an even more piercing cold. Ares was on the verge of fainting almost immediately. His wounds had been frozen by the bitter cold, and his body was filled with dark energy like death, which were like evil spirits, dispelling the last rays of light in the paladin's body.

In the endless pain, Ares's consciousness continued to blur, and it seemed that only the sky was shrouded in shadows, and several vicious and ferocious gargoyles flew over the sky, letting out a terrible cry like death, and Ares could not see their appearance clearly.

Frost's sorrow remained in Ares, stripping the paladin's last remaining life force from it like a soul-snatching scythe.

Finally, Arthas, the Lich King, got impatient.

"I'm going to deal with you before I can deal with them, Grand Knight of Ares, and you're going to be the most powerful death knight under my command."

A low laugh erupted from the Lich King's terrifying mask. In an instant, just a moment, Ares felt an endless flood of dark energy into his body, and through that magic sword, the vast ocean-like shadow energy poured into his body, stripping away his fragile soul.

After a brief surge of energy, everything calmed down.

Ares closed his eyes......

"I'm probably dead, right?"

He said to himself. But there is no echo. There was silence all around, gravity no longer seemed to exist, and he called out to Drum, Sylvanas, and Gianna, but there was no response. The air seemed to be still. Is this what soul stripping feels like? Ares didn't know......

Gradually, in front of his eyes, a dazzling green light exploded. Ares narrowed his eyes. When the light was extinguished, he opened his eyes again. In front of him, above him, a tragic duel was breaking out.

A green flame floats in the air, it is nimble and full of explosive power. And a dark shadow stood on the ground, heavy, but more powerful.

……

And outside of Ares's consciousness, such a fierce decisive battle did break out.

That's Illidan, the dark warrior. Another battle between Raging Wind and Arthas, the Lich King.

Arriving at the same time as Varian and Magni, Illidan and his Demon Hunters were the first to enter the battlefield of the undead. The Dark Warrior descended from the sky, and the blow did indeed disrupt the Lich King's plans. He didn't even have time to set up his defenses before he had to draw his sword to deal with Illidan's attack.

Despite the defeat of his own men, Arthas still did not dare to take it lightly, Illidan's power was much stronger than seven years ago, although Arthas knew that solving it would not be a problem, but it would still take some time. It is this little bit of time that is enough to determine the direction of the entire battlefield. Without the command of the leader, no matter how many the Scourge Legion is, it will be a mess.

And what Illidan wants to do is to disrupt the Lich King's plan. The army of the Alliance rushed in like a tidal wave. It was an unstoppable force.

In a roar, they clashed fiercely on the ground, the blades of Aesinos unleashed a swirl of green evil energy, and Frostmourn responded with a frost of death.

Two heirloom weapons danced in the air, and Illidan gripped the blade of Aesinos and trotted low off, slicing across Arthas's shoulders from the flanks. Arthas, on the other hand, leaned sideways, grasping at Frost's Sorrow and dancing in a deadly arc. With a surge of energy, the two legendary weapons collided violently in the air, emitting a crisp screech.

Powerful energy splashes.

Arthas was shaken back by the onslaught of demonic energy, and Illidan was knocked away by the force of Frostmourn. The Demon Hunter roared, tightening his membranous wings in the air, barely holding his footing. His hands were shaking, and there was a shocking scratch on the ground.

The Lich King let out a smug sneer—

"I haven't seen you in seven years, Illidan, you don't look the same, you're still so proud and frivolous."

"Hmph, you haven't changed at all, you're still full of childish desires and ambitions. Oh no, a little bit has changed, I almost forgot, the last time we met, you were a living dead, and now, it looks like you've become a dead man completely. How does it feel to kill Nazou's soul? Does it further satisfy your desires and ambitions? ”

Illidan's blade was not enough to hurt Arthas, but his words were sharper, reaching the deepest fears and contradictions in Arthas's heart.

Nezuo shared the Lich King's power with him, and eventually, Arthas killed Nezuo and usurped all of the Lich King's power. This should only be known to the Lich King himself, why did a blind man in front of him, a defeated general who had once been his own subordinate, know so clearly?

But Arthas didn't have time to think too much, and the Iron Riders of Stormwind had already rushed to the outskirts of the army of the undead. He must hurry up and get rid of this annoying mosquito!

"My ambition is to kill you once more, to soak your body in stinking blood, and to imprison your soul in the endless winter."

Arthas roared in rage, drew his sword and rushed out.

This time, Frost Grief let out a terrible scream, and it gathered all the power of winter, and the air around Arthas suddenly became cold, as if all the heat had been absorbed, and the endless power of darkness lingered and condensed, forming a huge green skeleton.

In less than a heartbeat, this energy body that gathered the power of powerful shadows roared and smashed towards Illidan. It is the enemy of all life, the Scythe of the Soul. Its speed is so incredible that even nimble demon hunters don't have time to dodge. Under the powerful shadow strike, Illidan was engrossed in his weapons and put together his weapons.

The blades of Aeginos folded together like demonic wings, protecting Illidan. Wrap him in a barrier of magical energy like the same green torrent.

The next moment, the Shadow Strike poured down on Illidan's body, devouring the elf's life for 10,000 years.

And, without allowing Illidan to slow down, Arthas's magic sword was already approaching. Its sword is so perfect, like a frost storm, like the art of war. With each blow, a storm of ice blew up. Roll to Illidan with the plague of death.

At the same time, the frost dragon in the sky also erupted in a terrifying dragon groan. As if responding to the call of the owner......