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The matter of the Hearthfort is over, and the matter of the Scarlet Crusade is over; The old priest's treatment of the others will not be able to make much of a storm. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info Tyran controls the Hearthfort, and the Hand of Tyr in the Eastern Plaguelands is also in control; The whole Lordaeron has a big picture.

Now it's time for Moonshadow to go to the Blackblade Fortress to meet Arthas, and although he is training, he doesn't have much time; The integration of Azeroth was itself a time-consuming task; He didn't want to waste too much energy. During Pandaria's trip, he remembered the advantages of the Zerg and took advantage of them; It is completely possible to compensate for the weakness of the military.

To do this, he must also control the other two zergs, Angela's zerg is under the control of Cthun; However, as long as they control their twin emperors, the rest is not difficult to solve. It's just that the twins are Cthun's loyal servants, and this is a difficult thing to do. The insect swarm of the Eldraine-Nirub kingdom in the Northland has basically been wiped out by the natural disaster, and there is not much left of this group of wormmen; So the focus is still on Angela.

However, he could put this matter after solving Lordaeron's troubles, and after thinking about it, Moon Shadow directly tore open a spatial crack and stepped in.

Scourge buildings have the standard rancid stench and yellow-green mixed with the poison of the plague, and so does the Blackebon Fortress. Alsace stood at the top of the pavilion, his eyes fixed on the former land of Lordaeron beneath his feet; The dead gray eyes were devoid of any emotion. He's looking for a needed Death Knight; He needs enough combat power to arm the Scourge Legion.

The black cloak danced and hunted in the strong wind. Metal armor of the same color engraved with skull patterns covered his entire body, like a heavy helmet, and the Lich King's crown covered almost all of his face; His eyes, glowing with a cold blue light, spoke of his identity. The Lord of the Lich King, the master of all natural scourges.

A spatial rift opened, not far from him. A cold light flickered in Arthas's eyes, and a long-haired elf with silver hair stepped out of it. The pale green eyes basically did not contain any emotion, and the cold cheeks were indifferent. He wore a delicate armor as silver as his long hair; He wears a pale green cloak on his back. Although he didn't look burly overall, it was obvious that even Arthas, who had become the Lich King, couldn't help but be moved when he saw him again.

"Looks like I'm right, it's you." Arthas's eyes flickered with cold light, and his voice, as deep as pulling bellows, trembled a little. Naturally, he remembered the elf; The only opponent to defeat him since he became a Death Knight.

"It's just a clone without a heart, it seems that your guts have become a little smaller." Moon Shadow glanced at Arthas, and his voice was cold, with the majesty of a god. Arthas used a method similar to the Lich's Fatbox, allowing the body to be resurrected with its heart even if it dies; This works for normal people, but for the Moonshadow; He has a hundred ways to directly erase his existence.

"You should have killed me right then." Arthas's cold eyes stared at the moon shadow, with resentment in them; There are also some unknown feelings.

"It's the same to kill you now, I never considered you an opponent." Moon Shadow whispered in a light voice; There was no superfluous expression on his face. As he claims, he really never had a Lich King as his opponent; It was only when he was suppressed by the world that the Death Knight caused him some trouble, and the only opponents he had always identified were Sargeras and the Burning Legion.

"The arrogance of your elves is truly evident to me, when you fall on your knees and beg for mercy; I would decisively refuse. A cold glint flashed in Arthas's eyes, and there was obvious anger in his voice; As he spoke, he pulled out the two-handed longsword hanging from his waist, a scourge weapon that flipped blue runes and closely resembled Frostmourn. Frost's sorrow was broken down by Moon Shadow, and he naturally forged it later. With Arthas's movements, the Scourge Soldiers first rushed towards Moon Shadow.

"A substitute for Frost Sorrow? Boring obsession. Moon Shadow stared at Arthas's sword and whispered as the light surged around her; The Cataclysmic soldiers who pounced on them were all turned into ashes in an instant.

Looking at the first of those who turned into ashes, Arthas snorted coldly; Then he said mockingly, "Holy Light... It's funny, don't you elves claim to be omnipotent? ”

"Power is a means, not an end." Moon Shadow remained calm, and naturally he didn't feel angry or otherwise unwanted by this level of provocation.

"That's what I thought." Arthas said as he took off his sword and quickly rushed towards Moon Shadow, the blade of the dark blue death power surging as swift as lightning.

Moon Shadow coldly watched as the holy light in his palm formed a barrier to block it, and the blade quickly slashed across Moon Shadow and couldn't help frowning slightly. The power of the Holy Light was as if it were nothing under the contact of the blade, and it did not form any blocking effect at all. At the critical moment, he turned his hand and slapped it vigorously on the spine of the sword, changing the direction of the blade.

Moon Shadow looked at his palm, and some frost mist shrouded over it; This is the chill of the sword blade, and the ability that the magic just now is ineffective should also be carried by this sword blade; Moon Shadow couldn't help frowning, "You can see that your new weapon is good; It's better than frost sorrow; What's his name? ”

"Thank you for your compliment, it is still called—the sorrow of frost; You will appreciate its power even more as it sucks your soul. Arthas pointed at Moon Shadow with a wicked smile on his lips. Sen Han's evil aura pulsed above the blade, and a large number of natural disaster soldiers surged again.

"Superfluous faith." Moon Shadow's voice was cold, and she shook her palms; The ice slag all fell to the ground. Then he waved his sleeves vigorously and applied Oragil's wind elemental law, and the strong wind surged like a tornado; The Scourge soldiers who surged up again were swept up by the strong wind and left behind the structure that was floating in the air. But Arthas seemed to want this process of his spell casting, and Senhan's blade pierced through the storm to the point of Moon Shadow's throat.

Moon Shadow snorted coldly, reaching out and holding the blade directly; His slender fingers held the sharp weapon in his palm like iron hoops, and he didn't move. A sneer crossed Arthas's lips, and the blade flashed blue. Ice slag began to emerge from where Moon Shadow touched the blade again, spreading throughout his body. Moon Shadow frowned slightly, but didn't let go of the weapon.

This longsword, which looks like Frost's Sorrow, has no different runes from it; However, the material is different. In addition to the original use of Nether Iron; There's also a substance in it that makes it immune to all magic and breaks all magic; A magical material similar to Eternal Iron, but not the same. Its attributes are more evil and leaning towards darkness, the breath of the old gods. (To be continued.) )