"Death Knight Arthas—"

"Dark Lord Tikdios—"

"Crypt Lord Anubarak—"

"Oh~ and a lich whose corpse is rotting and can only stay in the urn—"

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Arthas took a step back, realizing that he was no longer the prince of Lordaeron, but the leader of a legion. The Death Knight straightened his chest, but was embarrassed to find that his chest had become a big hole, and no matter how strong he was, it was useless.

"Perhaps my master will negotiate with you, Karl Sunset, the god of war of the Alliance."

Kel'thugad's cold voice reached Karl's ears.

"Naozu?" Karl chuckled, "An old fellow who is always self-righteous, you think his little bit of caution will escape Kil'Gardan's eyes?" I've been fooled once, and I'll go for the second time, I have to admire this guy's stubbornness. ”

"If you want to judge me, let him tell me in person!"

Karl walked step by step, his heavy steps as if he were stepping on the broken heart of Arthas. While much of the fun of being a Death Knight was lost, Arthas felt that he had not lived long enough to gain great power and immortality.

Anubarak flapped his wings in front of Arthas, his jagged mouthparts slicing left and right: "The Lich King is on the Ice Throne, and he has no time to clone himself, if you are interested, you can go there and talk to him in person." ”

"Of course I would, if it weren't for Naozu, I, Karl Sunset, wouldn't be where I am today. I will definitely go and I will definitely 'thank you' him personally! ”

Karlcher's tone made the three Arthas realize that something was wrong, without Frost Sorrow, Arthas couldn't even control the ordinary undead soldiers, and he wasn't even as powerful as when he held the Hammer of Light.

"As a greeting gift, we are willing to retreat, and swear that as long as you exist, the Scourge will never attack Quel'Thalas."

Kel'thugad said hurriedly.

In fact, it was the will that Naozu conveyed to him through his psychic powers. Neozu even began to regret that he hadn't let Anubaraq and Arthas come together to help Tikdios. Although both the Dark Lord and Naozu are very clear that there is a hostile relationship between them, the Dark Lord is sent by Kilgardan to oversee Naozu. But at least, when there is a strong foreign enemy, their goal is the same-

It's a pity that it's too late now.

"Scourge Legion? It's just another lackey of the Burning Legion, and as for Quel'Thalas—" Karl glanced back, until now, the full force of the remaining High Elves was still stationed at the Sunwell, with no intention of counterattacking.

"What I owe Quel'Salas has been paid back to them—"

The appearance of Karl prevented the Sunwell from being polluted, and also prevented the High Elves from falling madly and becoming mindless due to the loss of the energy provided by the Sunwell.

"Today, Arthas must die!"

"Why?" Arthas angrily stepped up from behind Anubrak, "Your enemy is the Burning Legion, and the Lich King is also plotting to overthrow the Burning Legion's rule, why can't we cooperate and kill each other instead?" ”

"Cooperation—?" Karl looked at Arthas mockingly, "Will the tiger and the wolf cooperate?" You're thinking too lightly. What's more, since you did it to my woman, then you should have the consciousness of death. ”

Arthas looked aggrieved, it's your woman who insists on sending her to death, I can't help it, who am I going to reason......

Unfortunately, Karl didn't give him another chance to speak.

Frostmourn slashed through an icy arc of light and slashed at Arthas's head.

"Bell!"

Anubarak fends off Frost's sorrow, and the sword leaves a crack in the Crypt Lord's hard shell.

"Hurry up, Arthas, and get out of here with Kel'thugad!"

"Don't let any of you go today!"

With a blasting sound, Karl's form disappeared in front of Anubrak.

"Be careful!"

Like a heroic dead man, Anubarak brazenly pounced on Arthas and protected him in the abdomen. The tip of Frostmourn's sword pierced into the crack in the hard shell of his neck. Karl's left fist followed, and the fist of light slammed into the head of the Crypt Lord, and even though it was protected by hard armor, the power shook Anubrak's head.

"Bang! Bang! Bang! ”

Frostmourn was not a sharpness and victory artifact like the Sword of Tyr, and it had little effect on Anubarak, who was naturally protected under a hard shell harder than adamantite, and Karl simply bombarded him with his fists, and the power of his fists and holy light hurt the Crypt Lord's body through the hard shell.

"Catch him!"

Taking advantage of the gap, Anubarak yelled at the crypt demon. Able to fly, the speed is even faster than expected, Anubaraq has to protect Arthas, and the Crypt Lord is proudly a turtle with its head retracted into its shell, and can only be attacked by Karl at will.

The spider-like crypt demon swayed on several long legs and straddled several meters, spitting gray spider silk from its mouth full of sharp mouthparts. The spider silk in the sky was like a giant web crisscrossing the sky, covering the figure flying extremely fast in the air.

"Carving insect skills!"

Carl took a sharp breath, an extremely cold breath blowing towards the flying cobwebs. The cobwebs quickly condensed into frozen silk threads, and Karl's eyes shot out two pale golden rays, which swirled in a circle in all directions, and the cobwebs were scattered all over the place, along with their owners......

Falling onto Anubrak's back, Karl lifted Frost Grief with both hands and thrust into the gap between the carapaces of the Crypt Lord's wings. The sheer force squeezed Frost Sorrow through the gap, and Anubrak threw his head back with an earth-shattering wail, unable to hold back his wings and try to drive Karl away from his back.

This trick may have an effect on other ordinary people, but Carl can fly. Directly detached from Anubrak's back, the heat rays shot like two lasers directly at the Crypt Lord's vibrating wings.

Anubrak was aware of the danger, but could not keep up with the speed of the heat rays faster than the light. The blazing rays instantly scorched his wings, shattering into powder like sun-dried leaves.

The pain caused Anubaraq to reflexively tighten the outer shell of his wings, but he couldn't retract it a bit.

Karl reappeared above him at some point, clutching the shell of one of his wings with one hand.

"Click!"

Anubrak's wing shell was broken off by Karl and thrown at the Crypt Demon who rushed towards him. The hard shell swirled, slicing several crypt demons into pieces, and Anubrak's back was bare and defenseless.

Frost Grief stabbed into the Crypt Lord's back, and Anubrak knew that if he continued like this, he would be killed sooner or later. The Cryptlord sighed and pushed Arthas out of the way beneath him.

Lowering his head, the mouthparts of his head and several front paws digging into the ground at the same time. Soon, Anubarak was burrowing into the ground in the dust.

Karl watched as Anubarak fled frantically underground, and did not pursue.

Slowly falling from the sky.

looked at Arthas, who was choking on the dust and coughing constantly, and shook his head-

"Not only have you failed! It is even more unbearable to become dead. Arthas Minethir, you killed your father, your friend, your teacher with frost sorrow...... Now, it's your turn! ”

Karl lifted up the sorrow of frost - (to be continued.) )