Well of the Sun Heights.

The High Elf mages who had run out of mana were hungry and thirsty to absorb the energy of the Well of the Sun.

Although the imprisoning spell cut off the connection between the Well of the Sun and them, and could not absorb the energy of the Well of the Sun from the magic net spread throughout Quel'Thalas, the current island of Queldanus is full of arcane energy that escaped after the explosion of the Well of the Sun, and they can freely absorb it.

It also takes time to absorb energy.

What they lack most is time.

Seeing the mages who were killed everywhere here, Kael'thas's face was very ugly.

Even though his father, the Sun King, had already told him everything that had happened here, he still couldn't bear it. For the traitor who caused all this, I hate it to the core.

However, unfortunately, when he led the elven mages to the Well of the Sun, he did not see Darkan's corpse, only a pool of blood on the ground, and the residual breath of the undead.

"Perhaps, it was thrown out by an angry father, right? The body of the traitor is left here, it is a defilement of the Well of the Sun......" Kael'thas didn't think too much, his father had already left, he couldn't ask, and he didn't have time to care about it.

Kael'thas concentrates on studying the Imprisonment Spell with Archmage Birohua, Great Star Sorcerer Solanlian, and the other surviving archmages.

However, the High Elf mages soon discovered that it was a very subtle forbidden art that the High Elves had never dabbled in, and they had no idea where to start.

"This is Dalaran's forbidden technique! Kel'thugad! Kael'thas had an ugly face.

Unfortunately, this spell is very profound, and he prefers enchantment and flame specialization, and rarely studies this kind of suppression forbidden technique......

"It would be nice if Antonidas was here...... At this moment, Kael'thas desperately hoped for the Speaker's arrival.

Antonidas has a deep study of suppression and defense spells, and the violet barrier that guards the entire Dalaran is his handiwork. If he was there, it would definitely not be difficult to crack the confinement spell.

It's a pity that he's not here, and as Speaker Kenrito, there's no way he's going to venture into the territory of the High Elves. In fact, apart from his recent funeral of King Terenus, he hadn't left Dalaran for a long time......

Dalaran can't count on it......

Moreover, Naxxramas has already flown over the heights of the Well of the Sun, and the space in this area has been imprisoned, and it is impossible to teleport......

"Give it your all! The High Elves are up for life! Kael'thas voice echoed throughout the Sunwell Heights, and his gaze was on the southern shore of Queldanus Island:

In order to buy them time, their father personally led the most elite troops of the High Elves into battle.

My father is old......

He's dangerous!

…………

Yes, the Sun King is old.

Instead of waiting for the Scourge to land, he plunged the Flame Strike into the ice after the ice sealed the sea!

In the next moment, the fire elemental energy that had been sealed in the divine sword for tens of thousands of years was all vented to the entire frost path, melting the frost path that stretched for several kilometers, and the power of this sword was so powerful that it could almost be compared to the frozen sea area of Alsace's sword.

The High Elves who followed the Sun King cheered, their king was still the King of the High Elves who defeated the trolls and defeated the orcs, the most powerful king in the entire Eastern Continent!

The Sun King's face was tired.

With all his might, the Sunstrider's wrath melted the Frost Path, and the Flame Strike was as good as the Frost Sorrow. With this sword alone, he could trap 50,000 undead in the middle of the channel, and when the mages cracked the confinement spell, they could rebuild the rune barrier, wipe out the 50,000 undead in one fell swoop, and then go south to reclaim Silvermoon City and Dysom. The majesty of the Sunseeker Dynasty will reign above the nations of mankind!

The Sun King's face showed a smile like a sunset, but this smile soon set like a sunset, replaced by the coldness and despair of eternal night.

Because at the end of his gaze, Arthas smiled contemptuously, the sorrow of frost emitted an extremely cold aura that seemed to be eternal, and the path of frost reappeared on the surface of the sea, and within a few hundred meters of Alsace, even the blow of flame could not melt the ice!

The Flame Strike is not as good as the Frost Sorrow?

His heart shook violently, and he couldn't believe that the Flame Strike, which had existed for more than ten thousand years, was not as good as a rune magic sword that had just appeared for a few months!

Unbeknownst to him, Frostmourn was an artifact created by the Dreadlords, and that the Lich King Neozu had infused it with his own power and the cold of Northrend, and given it the ability to steal souls.

Crafted by the legendary Dreadlord clan all over the place, plus a demigod-level Lich King injected with power!

For now, at least, Flame Strike is really not as good as Frost Sorrow......

The Scourge legions were on the ground, and Arthas rode an invincible skeleton horse, charging at the front, and everywhere he went, it was cold and cold, unmatched.

"In that case, let's fight head-on!"

The Sun King perked up his spirits and rushed to the ice.

With a flaming strike in one hand and an epic staff inlaid with an energy crystal ball in the other, he met Arthas on the ice more than ten meters thick!

Ice and fire, extreme cold and extreme heat, began the first battle of fate.

The Sun King was old, but his demeanor was still the same, at first glance, he was on a par with Arthas, and even in terms of combat skills alone, he didn't know how much taller than Arthas, and soon cut off the two front legs of the undefeated with a sword, Arthas's beloved skeleton warhorse...... Fell.

However, the Sun King ushered in the wrath of Arthas.

The Sun King, still old.

The power of Frost Sorrow is not comparable to that of Flame Strike.

The moment the two Excaliburs met for the first time, the Flame Strike sent out a phoenix wail, and then disconnected from the middle, the sword ...... Shattered.

As a fire artifact, the Flame Strike and the Phoenix Heart add up to be on a par with Frost Sorrow.

This sword, only in the hands of Kael'thas and the phoenix, can compete with Arthas.

Sun King ...... It's old after all.

Frostmourn pierced the Sun King's chest, robbing him of what little life he had left, and even his soul as well.

The Sun King's gaze began to wander, his mind began to blur, and his soul was about to become a prisoner of Frost Sorrow, like Arthas's own soul......

There was no joy or even any expression on Arthas's face, because everything seemed to him as it should be. The High Elves, there are only two of them he can look at:

The former has already been defeated by him, and the latter is about to be defeated by him!

However, at this moment, the ice began to shake, and then shattered, breaking into pieces.

A greatsword, breaking through the ice, struck Frostmourn, and the immense force forced Frostmourn to leave the Sun King's body, forcing Arthas to stumble back before attempting to re-freeze the sea with Frostmourn.

At this time, the turbulent water swells up from under the ice, lifting the broken ice and lifting Alsace from the ice to the bottom.

The power of Frost Sorrow re-engulfed the sea, and Arthas, as the wielder of the magic sword, naturally did not be frozen in ice.

It's too late!

Before the ice could solidify again, the Sun King, along with the Frost Sorrow shattered in two, fell to the surface of the ice, and then quickly sank to the bottom of the ocean under the manipulation of a current.

"Nicholas!"

Arthas's white hair flew and roared loudly, like a white-haired madman, roaring and plunging the Frost Sorrow into the ice.

Even in a battle with the Sun King, he had never been so serious, and with all his might, the power of Frost Sorrow poured out, and a stream of cold ice swept towards Jiang Zheng in the depths of the water under the manipulation of powerful spiritual power.

If Arthas wanted to, he could even let the ice stretch all the way to the bottom of the sea!

Putting away the shattered flame strike, Jiang Zheng looked up at the icicles that spread all the way and were more than five meters in diameter and the endless clusters of ice spikes around the icicles, and a cold mockery appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"Frost's Sorrow...... First Death Knight...... Remarkable? ”

"I'm sorry, but the ocean is my world."

"I'm the king in the water!"