Jaime and his officers were on the front line of the impact, and the elven rangers on the opposite side jumped high and slashed their knives at the weak position of the armor of the Death Knights, which was obviously a difficult action for the same elite Death Knights, Jaime did not waste the precious runes on the blade, but with a stabbing blow, the rune sword flashed brightly, piercing a ranger who was unable to dodge in mid-air, and more rangers were either knocked away by the huge impact force, or were bombarded to the ground by death entanglement in mid-air, Even some of the flesh was frozen and fell to the ground.

The Death Knights were equally disciplined, and instead of chasing the badly wounded rangers, they continued to charge ahead of the cloth-clad queue, and after the three teams of rangers who were blocking were broken through, they fought their way into the fragile mages and priests.

The Death Knight's first priority was to sacrifice, and when he saw the white robe strangled from afar, or suffocated and sealed the opponent's spell casting ability, then a wave of evil forces appeared, and the Death Grip dragged the priests far away to his side and slashed them to death.

Frightened and enraged, the mages tried to chant spells to help their teammates, but they soon found themselves itching in their throats, coughing and spells being released at a much slower rate.

The mages who were occasionally unaffected did not cough, but a large part of them were interrupted by the frozen minds, and the occasional release of spells did not have much effect on the death knights who were also protected by anti-magic shields, and the most important thing was that the spells were difficult to guarantee that they would not be accidentally injured in the fierce melee combat, so the mages immediately showed their decline.

The elven army was in disarray, and the Scourge legion behind the Death Knight was approaching, and the Undead Guard, Spider Demons, and Necromancers burst through the gap that the Death Knight had broken through, and they were responsible for consolidating their positions and destroying the elves who had been scattered in formation.

Rivendell's words before the battle were being fulfilled, the elven scimitar might be a terrible weapon against humans and trolls in close combat, but the heavy armor of the undead guards and the solid carapace of the spiders would have weakened most of their attacks, and even if they occasionally injured the opponent along the cracks in the armor or cleaved the weak parts of the armor, the weakened damage had almost no effect on the undead body, and it was difficult to dodge the opponent's attacks in the fierce battlefield full of swords and swords, and they quickly fell seriously injured one after another.

Jaime is wantonly slaughtering the red-robed mages and the white-robed sacrifices, in addition to the death knight's natural restraint on the mages, as a hero rank, he also has a level suppression of the hero rank, making him even more like no one, and once again suffocated the neck of a sacrifice, he suddenly felt a huge threat, he quickly turned his head, a feathered arrow flew past his face, and the face armor on his side was taken away by the flying arrow wind.

Jaime turned his head to see that a powerful elven ranger was once again bending his bow to aim at him, a familiar figure with long silver hair beside her was covering her, Jaime quickly drew a symbol with his left hand, and a new bone shield appeared, and not far away, Rivendell and Thassarian had noticed the anomaly here and were quickly approaching.

Arthas stood on the hillside, overlooking the battle, the elite of the scourge army on the flank had torn the elven army into two sections, the center of the elven legion became more and more chaotic, and it was no longer possible to release magic to the outside on a large scale, after losing the block, the front direction of the battlefield, zombies, ghouls, and skeleton soldiers were flooding the elven legion like a tide, and the victory was more and more on the side of the undead, after the victory of this battle, he could add another batch of death knights and guards.

And then there are the rangers, who look at the figures who are struggling in vain with twin knives with some greed, and plan to collect their corpses afterwards, and their rebirth will greatly enhance the long-range attack power of the Scourge Legion.

The huge energy fluctuations that suddenly flashed on the battlefield caught his attention, the commander of the elven army was fighting with his new death lord at the moment, Arthas was not worried that his death lord would fail, today's elf defeat was decided, and soon more and more people would join the siege of her, if she was killed, maybe she could get up again and lead those resurrected rangers for herself?

However, Arthas's gaze was soon attracted by the red sky in the distance, under the sky was a flame more than ten meters high, the center of the flame was a purple-robed figure, holding a fiery red curved sword that exuded a terrifying aura and walked towards Alsace from afar, he did not take a fast step, but every step was tens of meters away, bringing countless violent air currents and heat waves.

The two armies that were fighting also felt the heat and heatwave, and they immediately understood who it was, and many necromancers had turned pale under the name of the comer, and many more were tired or desperate, their faces flashed with piety and fanaticism, and their bodies regained the courage and strength to fight.

"Elven King Anastarian, you finally can't help it."

Arthas laughed with satisfaction, and then he strode towards the flaming figure, Arthas no longer suppressed his strength, more and more cold wind began to spin around him, and the grass and trees he passed quickly covered with a layer of white ice, and even the air emitted a clattering and freezing sound, and the moisture in the air was frozen into countless ice chips, surrounding him.

When there were still dozens of meters between the two, Anastarian stabbed with his sword, and the angry voice was obviously not loud, but it clearly suppressed the chaos on the battlefield, and it sounded directly in everyone's hearts:

"Fallen prince, you will pay for all the crimes you have committed!"

Then a huge flame flew out from the tip of Anastarian's sword and rushed towards Arthas, and the flames formed a phoenix more than ten meters high in mid-air, and where the fiery phoenix passed, the earth cracked and shot bright red magma into the sky.

Arthas's figure is extremely small compared to the phoenix, facing the flying phoenix, he pulled out the frost sorrow in his hand, and then a cold air of the same strength formed a frost shield around him, he delicately avoided the phoenix's head, and then the frost sorrow aimed at the phoenix's neck with an understatement of the stab, and the phoenix composed of flames dissipated at once.

Anastarian was already very close to Arthas, as a demigod, he was both a powerful spellcaster and the top warrior, and the artifact Flame Strike in his hand was also a terrifying melee weapon, but in the face of Arthas, who had easily defused his attack, he did not continue to attack, but looked at the fallen prince with a grim face:

"How did you do it, how did you know the weakness of Phoenix Flame."

Alsace laughed wickedly:

"I don't just know that, I know you're going to die here today."

The Elven King was dismissive in the face of Arthas's provocation: "Do you think that with the artifact in your hand, you can compete with me, I will let you understand the real gap between you and me!" ”

Arthas didn't answer, he charged sharply with his sword in both hands, countless frosts converging around him like a blue meteor crashing into the figure in the flames.