Gianna wasn't sure if she could complete the spell, she carefully mobilized the magical elements in the air, the rain flowing down her face, the wizard's robe on her body was blown by the wind, she closed her charming eyes, and kept chanting some mysterious spells in her mouth.

There is a price to be paid for mere peeks at time.

After entering the long river of time, not only can you see the future after time, but also let time erode the user's lifespan.

This is well known to the mages who regularly use divination.

Gianna wants Arthas to see what the future looks like.

She wanted Arthas to know that Lordaeron's demise was inevitable, and that only by preparing in advance could the damage be minimized.

She also loved her people, but the prophecy that came out of Medivan's mouth really scared her.

Gianna slowly opened her eyes, her fingers moving at an alarming speed, and the blue ball of light floating in mid-air glowed brightly. Soon, three blue orbs of light hung in front of Gianna and Arthas, but Gianna still chanted the ancient incantation.

Gianna looked a little hesitant, but in the end she was still determined, she seemed to have seen a vision of the future.

Three blue lines extend from the ball of light, forming a huge screen, a mirror like water.

Gianna was a little uneasy, she seemed to have anticipated what would happen behind the mirror, and after much hesitation, Arthas's voice came to her ear: "Don't worry about me, I also want to see what Lordaeron will do." ”

The scene in mid-air began to change, and now a wave appeared from the mirror, followed by another scene, which was the future of Lordaeron.

The earth died, bursts of green poisonous mist rose from the ground, and the once lush woods were now a layer of bare branches, and in the night, there was no living thing except for the occasional squeak of bats in the sky.

Gianna's face turned pale, a sight that could reveal that Lordaeron would be a dead place in the future, and thousands of civilians would die from the sudden plague.

Gianna waved the staff in her hand, and the image that danced on the mirror continued to change, and soon it was another scene, an ice field, in which countless undead people crawled up, their worn armor dimmed, but the eyes of the burning blue flame sword danced with terrifying ghostly fire.

Gianna frowned slightly, it had all led to the destruction of Lordaeron, she didn't know what Arthas would be angry about.

She didn't dare to let this mirror image linger, but instead turned on the last scene. However, the last picture did not make Gianna happy, but made Gianna silent.

It was a sword, a giant sword that exuded eerie horror, with a sheep's horn carved into the hilt, and several spell patterns carved into the cold blade.

This is not an ordinary magic weapon, Gianna can feel it, this sword is frozen in frost, the magic power contained in it can even make people fight against demigods, and the aura of death and fear cannot be changed in any way.

Arthas looked at the frozen greatsword, the soul echo that made his body slowly stiffen, unnatural, and his grip on Minecil gradually began to loosen.

It was the sorrow of frost.

A voice suddenly appeared in Arthas's sea of consciousness.

The Dreadlord is a pawn of the Burning Legion, who appeared on the soil of Lordaeron to conquer all of Azeroth, and the Burning Legion that has destroyed countless civilizations is now coming to your realm.

Gianna withdrew the spell with a complicated face, she didn't know if Arthas had seen it, but Arthas's trembling body obviously didn't see the scene she had just shown, a sense of powerlessness surged into Gianna's heart, in a trance, Gianna gently leaned on Arthas's chest, and then whispered: "Arthas, I'm tired." ”

When she looked up at Arthas, she didn't see Arthas's depressed expression, but a fire burning in his eyes, like a fire of hope.

"I'll protect everyone."

Arthas's firm voice reached Gianna's heart, but she was even more uneasy, whether Arthas thought he could change his imminent and unchangeable fate.

The wind and rain are still drifting.

Gianna's wizard robe was already wet, and the cold feeling spread from the inside out of her whole body to her whole body, her whole body was weak, as is always the case after using spells such as time, and she looked at the spell ball floating in the air not far away.

The orb, which seemed to be burning with blue flames, was maintaining its influence in mid-air.

"Alsace~"

Gianna trembled, she looked up, Arthas was staring at the sword in the ice, muttering, "...... of the North"

As if sensing something, Gianna resisted the urge to vomit blood in her chest, raised the staff in her hand, and suddenly shot a fireball spell and smashed it on the image in mid-air.

Everything is reduced to nothingness......

Locke rode his Nightmare Warhorse and pulled a blazing flame through the air.

Isn't it a story from a troll legend that a death knight with the Destroyer of Worlds in his hand charges at the hands of thousands of horses?

In Azeroth, the Death Knights are a special kind of being, they are made up of the simple dead, and control the plague, the dead, hunger, cold, and blood, they use the power of shadows to make them stronger than warriors, they have a variety of spell shields, and they are also spellcasters' nightmares in hand-to-hand combat.

But there is no perfect class in the world, and the Death Knight is extremely strong but at the same time, he has lost his powerful mobility.

This also means that as long as Locke dismounts and is surrounded by the undead, there will only be death.

The overwhelming number of undead had all rushed out of the forest at this time, and Gianna had just used a teleportation spell to send all the Lordaeron legions back to the royal city of Lordaeron.

At this moment, on the battlefield of Andorhar, only Locke, the death knight, and the Scourge legion are left.

Anubrecan couldn't be sure why Locke had the guts to stay, but he was sure that Locke would never have the possibility of breaking through, but the counterattack before dying was not what he wanted to collide with.

The crypt spider's genes tell Anubrekan that prey will always burst into a powerful counterattack before dying.

If Locke fought back, it could threaten his life.

Because it couldn't be sure if Locke's strange greatsword would be able to break through its defenses. (To be continued.) )