Facing Arthas, who was rapidly approaching, Anastarian was holding the Flame Strike in his right hand and raising it to his chest, a phoenix phantom flew up from the Flame Strike and merged into his eyebrows, and the color of the flames on Anastarian's body turned from crimson to pure white, and even the edges of the flames were faintly blue.

From a distance, the Elven King's figure had begun to distort, and the air was rippling with the intense heat.

The blue and white figures quickly collided together, and in an instant, dozens of blade clashing sounds erupted with the two of them as the center, superimposed into a terrifying shock wave, which quickly transmitted along the air to the earth and the giant trees on the ground.

There were countless scars on the ground quickly, as if they had been cut several times by a huge axe, and the giant trees were cut off by the shock wave, and soon, within hundreds of meters of the two of them, there was no existence higher than one meter!

Boom!

A blue shadow was suddenly smashed to the ground, and then there was a huge pit on the ground, Arthas got up from the pit, the armor on his arms and shoulders was shattered, and the exposed cyan body was full of scorch marks, and even sparks appeared in some black and red positions, and the white cold air was quickly spreading from the frost sorrow to him, covering the injured position.

Burst!

Anastarian's face in the air suddenly turned pale, he spat out a mouthful of blood, he covered his left abdomen, and said in shock and anger: "This is not the power of mortals, you are not Arthas!" ”

Arthas had a strange smile on his face: "It doesn't matter who I am, I said a long time ago, this is where you are buried." ”

A bitter cold wind coalesced around Arthas, and he leaped up again, charging at the blazing figure in mid-air, Anastarian raising his sword to meet him.

Boom Boom!

Another terrifying shock wave came, and the two fought together again, the sky trembled, and the earth wailed again.

Anastarian fell into the defensive, and this is by no means a gap in martial arts or strength, three thousand years of demigod career, he has already reached the top of the strength that cannot be improved, although the blue figure on the opposite side is also a demigod, but the strength is slightly inferior to him, what really makes him uncomfortable is that the other party seems to know his every move, his attack is defused by the other party in the most effortless way, and many flaws that he himself does not know are used by the other party, forcing him to fall into a disadvantage.

Bang bang bang!

The blades of the two sides exchanged swords several more times, and suddenly, the flame blow sent a wail to its master, and a faint crack appeared.

Anastari's head immediately swelled with a strong sense of unease, there were already too many things beyond his estimate today, first the elven legion was torn apart by the death knights, then the opposite Arthas erupted with demigod-level combat power, and finally his foreseen actions and the blow of flames on the verge of shattering, like a pair of invisible black hands, were pushing him and Quel'Salas step by step into the abyss of destruction.

Click!

Another crack loomed on the flame strike, and Anastari's uneasiness grew stronger and stronger, and he shouted anxiously, and the voice reached the ears of the fighting elves in the distance:

"Sylvanas, lead the people to retreat, this is a trap!"

Sylvanas, who was fighting Jaime, escaped from the Death Knight, her right side of her armor sliced open, her torn skin rotting and stinking.

A look of disbelief appeared on her faintly darkened face after hearing the Elven King's voice, and she glanced apprehensively at the flaming figure in the distance after she forced the rushing Death Knight back with one arrow.

"Take the people alive and go!" The Elven King's voice grew more and more anxious.

Boom!

The flame figure fell to the ground like a meteor, and the elven soldiers who saw this scene suddenly had something in their hearts collapsed, and more and more soldiers were at a loss.

Sylvanas didn't dare to hesitate any longer, and quickly jumped back, Jaime did not pursue, his injuries were not light, his body was covered with scorched black smoke and flames corroded by the shadows, and there were even many hollows on his body that were pierced by sharp arrows.

Laugh at! Laugh at!

Sylvanas forced Thassarian and Rivendell back with two arrows, and lifted the wounded Segrina to the ground, and the two death knights raised their weapons on guard, but Sylvanas had no intention of entanglement with them, and quickly retreated.

The two Death Knights returned to their Death Lord, and Rivendell asked, "Your Excellency, do you want to pursue?" ”

Jaime glanced at the long, silver-haired figure who was being supported, and said, "No, that ranger is not easy to deal with, kill the others first." ”

"Yes!" Later, the three Death Knights slaughtered the surrounding Ranger and Mages again.

Woo-!

With tears in her eyes, Sylvanas blew the horn for withdrawal!

She had already seen too many of her sisters and compatriots die in the distance from the three Death Knights, and after today's battle, the High Elves' elite had suffered heavy losses, and it was foreseeable that with today's defeat, the people of the lost lands would face a catastrophe.

I'll get this account back!

Sylvanas took the scene in his mind, and then turned to help Segrina back away, and many of the soldiers who heard the call to withdraw began to leave the battlefield, but many more were unable to retreat from the Scourge Legion, and their fate was to be besieged to death in despair.

Anastarian stood up in embarrassment, his purple robe had countless gaps, Arthas walked towards him step by step, and with each step, countless cold ice spread around him, and a cold voice sounded:

"I've watched your rangers and mages fight outside Silvermoon City, and I'm constantly improving the Death Knight to deal with your vast army of mages and rangers!"

Arthas's frost sorrow collided violently with Anastarian, who was wielding a flaming blow, and the cold sound did not stop.

"I've collected all the information I can collect about every one of your shots over the past three thousand years, simulated battles with you tens of thousands of times, and thought about every possible response you have!"

Click! The flaming blow broke in two.

"For twelve years, I sat on the glacier, calculating countless times, planning countless times, for this day!"

Poof! Frostmourn stabbed into the Elven King's abdomen.

"Do you think your failure today was accidental? For me, the outcome of the battle was predestined long before it began! ”

"Next up is Dalaran and the Stormwind Kingdom, and death will rule the entire world!"

Anastarian's face was miserable and he retreated, a cloud of ice quickly spreading around his abdomen, the flames on his body were already smaller, but the demigod's strong vitality allowed him to hold on for a while.

The flames on his body collapsed violently, converging towards the center, and Arthas's face suddenly changed and he retreated, sword on guard.

Another sentence from Anastarian spread throughout the audience: "Queldore, in the name of daylight, remember the shame of the day!" ”

He took one last look at the land with deep affection, and then suddenly exploded, and the intense heat formed a white hemispherical shape, and expanded to hundreds of meters, and even the sun dimmed in comparison.