In front of the defense line of the Well of the Sun, the High Elf warriors and the undead are inseparable. **No pop-ups**

The Legion of the Calamity is attacking with great intensity, especially when Arthas himself is in battle, and lives are dying every minute and every second under the frost sorrow.

The Magister Legion is in full swing. With the exception of most of the Magisters who were still concentrating on the walking dead who had rushed to the defensive lines, a small number had already diverted their targets at the commander's orders and launched a fire build-up on Arthas as they broke through.

Carrying a High Elf warrior with a sword in his hand, Arthas didn't even want to look at the rebel's angry and hateful expression, and with a flick of his hand, he threw the elven warrior at the hundreds of magical beams that were shooting towards him, and then casually propped up the anti-magic shield.

'Puff puff! ”

After eating the magic blows of nearly a hundred magisters, the elven warrior who was used as a meat shield by Arthas didn't even have time to scream, and was drowned in the arcane light of fireballs and ice arrows, and turned into flying ashes.

However, the Magister's spell strikes were far more powerful than Arthas had imagined. Although the High Elf warriors obscured or weakened some of the power of their spells, most of the magic was still directed at Arthas, who was sitting on the invincible.

Fortunately, the Death Knight's anti-magic shield is strong enough for protection, and this move used by Arthas will be greatly weakened along with the spells of the elven prince of the hero rank, not to mention that these can only be regarded as white spoon blows from elite magisters.

For Arthas, the only thing that could be called a problem and a threat to such an attack was that the number of these spells was too many.

"Boom, boom, boom!"

With the roar of magic colliding with each other, Arthas's angry curse suddenly rang out on the battlefield.

"You've pissed me off, damned elves! I'm going to slaughter you all!" ”

The explosions and smoke from the magic fire gradually dispersed, and with the beastly roar of Arthas, his slightly wolf body reappeared before the eyes of the High Elf warriors. Sagang's armor was a little broken, Arthas's pale hair was a little scattered and scorched, and the rune energy halo on the surface of Frost Sorrow was a little dim, but in addition, Arthas's whole body was intact, and even the invincibility under his crotch was unscathed.

Ants bite elephants to death!

Although most of the mages of the Magus Legion are only seventh-order mages, and only a few of them have eighth-order strength, compared to Kael'thas * Sunstrider, the heroic Grand Magister, the killing power is not half a star. However, the huge numerical advantage allowed the Magister Legion to use a wide range of magic to clear those undead seas, and at the same time, it was also able to dispatch nearly a hundred Magus to gather fire to intercept Arthas's advance, stopping the heroic powerhouse's wanton slaughter and destruction.

And the power of the fire-gathering strikes of hundreds of seventh- and eighth-order mages was not much better than that of Kael'thas who attacked with all his might. At the last bald head in front of hundreds of spells, Arthas, who felt bad, had to rely on the powerful power of Frost Sorrow to finally escape. Even so, it was the first time that Arthas had been so wolf in a battle with Quel'Salas since the last time he fought a duel with Old Tang and the Elven Prince.

Even if he is as proud and conceited as Arthas, he has now put away his contempt for the elves. The fire just now made the prince of Lordaeron, who had not tasted defeat since receiving the Frost Sorrow, realize that if he did not deal with it seriously, he would continue to hold on to this battle.......

I'm really going to die!

Just now, it was only the attack of nearly a hundred Magisters, and the total strength of the Magus Legion stationed in the defense line of the Well of the Sun was more than 3,000! Not to mention himself, I'm afraid that even the more powerful Lich King himself will only have one way to fall. Once all of this is set on fire, I'm afraid Frost's Grief won't be able to save itself.

And the best way to limit these mages from attacking them is to give the Magus Legion enough pressure and danger to let more of the Disaster Soldiers froze to contain these powerful mages and divert their white spoon attention from their bodies.

"Calamity Legion, all press!" Arthas, who figured out where the joints were, pulled the invincible reins, galloped wildly in the defense line of the High Elves, and rushed towards the Magister Legion who was guarded in the middle, and at the same time raised his arms and shouted a cruel battle order to the soldiers of the Calamity Legion, "In the name of Frost Sorrow, kill those pointy-eared mongrels!" ”

Evil and powerful shadow energy emerged from the blade of Frostmourn and spread across the battlefield at Arthas's command.

Under the thousand disturbances of shadow energy, the speed at which the Magus condensed the arcane energy decreased significantly, and the High Elf warriors who protected the Magister Legion also felt unwell after the shadow energy entered their bodies. Weakness, pain, exhaustion...... All kinds of negative feelings come one after another, and they appear frequently.

On the contrary, the walking corpses of those Calamity Legions, after being nourished by the evil energy on the Frost Sorrow Sword, became fierce one by one in an instant, and their combat effectiveness doubled. It's as if the shaman blessed the undead with bloodlust.

…… A raiding team of dozens of crypt demons slammed out of the ground, and in an instant, they pierced the chests of the High Elf warriors in front of them with their bladed feet.

Before Arthas's blessing, the perceptive High Elf warriors could have spotted the Crypt Demon's raid early when they were engrossed. After that, the elite fighters who have sufficient reaction time can dodge these assassinations with their vigorous skills, and even kill these sneak attackers with a counterattack.

The few abominations scattered on the battle line were like stimulants, and the axes in their hands were impenetrable. The bloody flesh hooks behind these abominations were even more frequently captured, and in a short time, dozens of High Elf warriors were hooked by those meat hooks, dragged out of the originally tight defensive formation, and then were brutally chewed by those walking corpses...... The shadow energy emanating from the Frostmourn Sword is of great benefit even to the gargoyles who are wreaking havoc in the void.

One after another, the black gargoyles began to fly through the rain of arrows from the rangers, and their white spoons targeted the magisters who were tightly guarded in the group. Shadow energy makes gargoyles faster, stronger, and more defensive. These incomparably constructed creatures that were previously suppressed by the sharp arrows of the rangers are now competing against layers of blows, and they have repeatedly succeeded! However, in the past ten breaths, there have been ** magicians who have been murdered.

…… After this targeted blessing and weakening, the almost equilibrium on the battlefield was instantly shattered.

The undead disaster, who had just been suppressed outside the defense line, took advantage of this time to launch an outlaw raid under the dispatch of undead commanders at all levels! In an instant, a large number of walking corpses whose combat effectiveness had been improved broke through the previous unbreakable defense line, and also rushed through the fire interception of the previous Magister Legion, and killed in front of the High Elf warriors White Spoon!

Under the advantages of one and the other, the defense line of the Well of the Sun is in jeopardy!

"Embrace the fate of death!"

Seeing the shape of the battle turned around by himself, Arthas let out a cruel and hearty laugh. With a slam in the horse's belly, Arthas had already raised Frostmourn high and rushed to the position of the Magus Legion. With a cruel laugh, Arthas had already aimed Frost Sorrow at a High Elf warrior in front of him and slashed it down, and in the next second, this powerful and evil magic sword was about to drink the sweet blood full of negative feelings such as pain and hatred!

"Arcane Impact!"

An old voice exploded beside Arthas. With the chanting of the spell, a basin-sized arcane missile slammed into the swiftly slashing blade of Frostmourn. The tremendous force of the impact deflected the trajectory of the powerful magic sword, deflecting along the body of the High Elf warrior before it.

This powerful arcane blast not only saved the High Elf warrior's life, but also completely interrupted Arthas's rampant good mood.

Retracting the frost grief, Arthas narrowed his eyes grimly, tilting his head angrily in the direction of the spell's attack.

And the High Elf warrior who narrowly escaped his life couldn't help but look happy when he saw Arthas ignore him and be distracted in the middle of the battle, thinking that there was an opportunity. Lifting the long sword in his hand, the High Elf stabbed the blade of the sword at the cold-blooded butcher sitting on the skeleton warhorse.

As a squadron leader of a warrior unit, this High Elf warrior already possessed the strength of the seventh order, which was not considered a weakling, and he suddenly attacked and attacked, but even so, he was able to hurt Arthas even a single bit. Before the swift sword could touch Arthas's Sagang armor, the seventh-order High Elf warrior fell out at a faster speed than when he came.

The Warrior Squadron Leader's Silver Moon Armor is located in the middle of his chest. A deep horseshoe-shaped depression appeared. Backwards in the air, he couldn't help but spew out a large cloud of blood and fragments of internal organs, making this scene even more bloody and bewitching.

The violent kicking caused the squadron leader's internal organs to be severely damaged, and a large part of it cracked and died. In mid-air, his originally unwilling angry eyes had gradually dissipated and dimmed, and he saw that he had lost his breath and life.

Seeing this scene, Arthas's crotch had just risen up and stepped on the invincible snort disdainfully. A series of sparks of soul fire erupted from the hideous and terrifying skull nostrils, as if mocking the incompetence of the seventh-order High Elf warrior.

Arthas didn't care about this scene at all, and gently patted his foal's head as a compliment, but his eyes were firmly fixed on the direction of the powerful arcane missile from before the 1st, and the curvature of his mouth was slightly raised.

After a long time, Arthas sneered in that direction with a look of mockery and sarcasm on his face:

"Yo, you half-cut old fellow is finally reluctant? King Anastarian! Arthas's gaze grew colder, his stiffness was like the cold wind hanging from the Icecrown glacier, as if it could freeze the blood that entered it: "I thought you would hide yourself like a groundhog, so that at least you would have a few more survivors!" ”

"But since you are looking for death, then I will give you a ride generously!"

"I hope you have written a suicide note and set up another qualified inheritance for this decaying and broken country! Because Kael'thas is not a worthy successor at all. This thousand-year-old kingdom will eventually be destroyed under his hands, and he will die by my sword like you! ”

The blood-red mage's robes, which were well-cut and luxuriously made, could not hide the old king's old and emaciated body, although they were well-cut and luxuriously made. But this is not because of the erosion of black magic, but because of old age.

The Elven King had carried three thousand years on his shoulders, he was a formidable warrior, and even now is a mighty mage. It's a pity that the god of life no longer favors the supreme leader of the High Elves, and time this urchin has left an indelible mark on the body of King Annastaryan.

He stood there, holding the ancient god "Flame Strike" in one hand, and the staff in the other hand was inlaid with a shining powerful crystal, as a hero-level powerhouse, the momentum of the heroic powerhouse burst out without showing weakness, resisting the terrifying coercion of Arthas's hideous and evil. But even so, the cruel aura of old age, decay, and decay has taken root in him.

Even though the elven king was not inferior to Arthas in the imposing competition, the former prince of Lordaeron had seen from the elven king through his ghostly eyes a weakness that he could not see before!

Walking out of the crowd of several lawbreaker guards, King Anasterian spoke to Arthas in a stern and proud tone:

"Bother, Prince Arthas."

"Quel'Salas, though he has suffered as much as he is now, is much more fortunate than Lordaeron, who was destroyed at the hands of his own prince, at least the light of the Well of the Sun shelters his people for a day, and the great Sunseeker dynasty can usher in a brighter future. And the former Lordaeron...... There is nothing left! ”

"As for Kael'thas, he's my pride! I believe that both as a future king and as a son, he will rightfully be better than you! ”

"I just don't know if your father, King Terenus, who was killed by your own hands, will be proud of you in Hell now on the 1st?"

The words of the elven king undoubtedly pierced Arthas's reverse scales. Alsace, already enraged, had never wanted to kill or torture a man like he did now. Even his right hand that clenched Frost Sorrow began to tremble slightly with anger!

"Elves are scum who only use their tongues!" Arthas's eyes were almost on fire, and his voice was cold with hatred and anger: "You have succeeded in provoking me, old fellow! I will make you pay for your words, for only your wails of pain can wash away the insults you have brought me! ”

Arthas tightened the frost sorrow in his hand, and roared in an unquestioning tone:

"I will prove to you that your so-called pride, your foolish son, your rotten kingdom is worthless compared to mine! Because I'm going to wipe them out, destroy them one by one, and ruin your hard work! ”

"And before that," Invincible snorted, and dug the ground under his feet, Arthas was ready to charge, and said in a deep voice, "I will send you to hell first!" ”

"Oh, really?" In the face of Arthas's cruel and bloody death threats, King Anasterian smiled slightly, and prepared for battle with a slight blow of flame, and responded in an uncaring tone:

"Prince Arthas, I'll see!"

(To be continued) Q