() Mighty Alsace has been scorched with the fury of the king of Anastria's provocation in a word-and-two provocation. **No pop-ups**

This elven king, who has experienced more than 3,000 years of ups and downs, can be said to be an old man, and in a few words of understatement, he has done what Lao Tang, a genuine warrior, has failed to do before. Alsace's "hatred" has been firmly attracted to him, and although Alsace, who has been poked in the scale, will not lose his mind, he is inevitably hot-headed.

These are also in the calculations of the old elven king.

The old king's taunting and provocation were naturally not just for the sake of his tongue, but a helpless choice after some careful consideration.

As a heroic death knight and armed with a magic sword like Frostmourn, although Arthas is too young in the eyes of the High Elves, his strength is unfathomable!

If he is allowed to rush into the array of defense lines and kill, there is no doubt that the undead disaster that has been suppressed in front of the defense line will definitely take the opportunity to rush forward, and it will be an unbearable and terrifying loss for the High Elf Kingdom. In particular, these troops stationed in the defense line of the Well of the Sun are all elite troops of the High Elf Kingdom, and the loss of every warrior means that the kingdom is weakened, and such a thing must not happen.

The only way to stop a heroic powerhouse is an opponent who is also a hero.

At this moment, the only heroic powerhouse in the Sunwell defense line is the aging king of Anastria...... At this time, whether it is the dignity of being a heroic powerhouse or the responsibility and mission of being a king, Anastria must put aside the fear of personal safety and stand up.

In the eyes of the elven king, it is better to directly provoke this cruel beast to take the initiative than to take the lead by the nose by himself by the attack of Arthas by all his efforts and try his best to intercept Arthas's attack, so that he can focus all his attention on himself, and have no heart to slaughter his own people and soldiers.

"Now it seems that Yiqiē is making good progress." The king of Anastria, hunching his somewhat rickety back slightly, like an old but still powerful leopard waiting for an opportunity, thought to himself, "It's just these verbal stimuli...... It's not enough! ”

The Old King had been watching the Fatherkiller since Arthas's first appearance, trying to find out the weaknesses of the heroic Death Knight. With his rich combat experience, he quickly discovered some clues - the skeleton war horse!

Even when hundreds of magisters had just gathered fire to strike, Arthas refused to leave his horse to dodge, preferring to expend more strength to protect the skeletal horse. Arthas's caution is far beyond the friendship between an ordinary knight and a mount.

There is no doubt that the skeletal horse is important to Arthas, and this is the breakthrough in the eyes of the Elven King!

Shoot the horse first.

If you hit that beast first, you don't have to worry about Arthas not hating him to the core, so that the first kill target is firmly locked on your body. In this way, before they and Arthas are defeated, at least the other warriors will not be in danger of being killed by the Death Knights, and they can concentrate all their minds on fighting the undead plague.

Three thousand years have passed on to the king of Anastria, and his grasp of the heart has long been perfected. That's what he thinks, and that's what he does...... Arthas slashed with his sword, but Anastria did not stand in front of the charging horses to guide the spell, but chose another way of fighting as the beginning of the battle.

Before Arthas could see his movements, the King of Anastria was already crouching down, and the flaming blow of his right hand swept through his sword with a burst of fire, cutting off the two front legs of the skeleton warhorse. Then the elven old king flashed invincible and Arthas's stumbling body crashed into him before flashing a few yards away.

The invincible horse neighed and fell to the ground, and its rider fell off his horse.

"Invincible!"

After landing on the ground, Arthas, who had fallen back to his feet, shouted and ran quickly to the invincible side, watching in pain as the undead warhorse that had lost its legs struggled on the ground to get up. Now he looks almost a class again, a man who sees his love tormented.

For a moment, the High Elf warriors in the defense line thought that the king of Anastria had the advantage, and almost wanted to shout. However, Arthas turned around, his face full of undisguised rage and regret, and the eerie and terrifying momentum of the violent outburst, which made most of them shudder. Arthas hurried to his undead steed, repairing its broken front legs, and gently patting its bones while Invincible happily rubbed his head against his cheek.

Carrying the Frost of Sorrow, Arthas hurried forward, looking back at his horse with a restless look. But the evil aura of that body changed dramatically, as if a sledgehammer was hammering the elven king who confronted him again and again.

"I won't let you die too easily!" Arthas's eyes breathed fire, and the momentum of the heroic master rose higher and higher, staring at the grim-faced King of Anastria, and said through gritted teeth in an extremely gloomy tone. "I'll break your bones one by one, drain your blood thousands, and use your flesh and blood as food for ghouls!"

"Enjoy every second of the rest, old bastard!" Raising the Frost Sorrow and aiming the tip of his sword at the old king's throat, Arthas said word by word: "I will let you know what life is really better than death!" ”

Arthas's offensive suddenly became more aggressive after being invincillated. Even though the elven king's swordsmanship is good and his mana is even more vast, it is a pity that the years have left too heavy a mark on his body. Even as a long-lived High Elf, even as one of the few heroic masters in the world, the Anastria* Sunchaser is too old now...... His body is no longer as flexible as he was when he was younger, and his reflexes are not as sharp and quick as they once were. Even if the old king's mind could reflect many of Arthas's attacks in time, and he could even come up with restraint moves with his rich experience, it was a pity that his body could no longer keep up with the pace of thinking.

Under the furious offensive of Alsace, which was as fast as a sword and one move as victorious as a move, Anastria was already exhausted after dozens of moves, and it was not long before it was on the verge of defeat.

There were already more than a dozen holes on the bright red magic robe, large and small. The defensive circle on the robe, which was embroidered with constant gold thread, had already lost its original effect under the invasion of the evil power of Frost Grief, and on the left arm of the staff, a sword wound with deep bones was gushing outward. And the loss of body and vitality due to a large amount of blood loss made the old king even weaker...... But Arthas is like a raging tiger, and his style of play is becoming more and more fierce! Powerful attacks that are hard to resist, wave after wave!

"Die!"

Looking at the panting old elf in front of him, thinking of the suffering suffered by the "invincible", Arthas hated the coward in front of him who was attacking the knight's mount even more. With a loud shout, Arthas had already cut off Frost's Sorrow. The sharp blade had not yet arrived, but the piercing cold that burst out of the magic sword had already hit his face, as if it could freeze the blood of the enemy as well!

The elven king cast several instantaneous spells in a row, but he couldn't force back Arthas who came forward in a rage for 1 day, but was resisted by the death knight. Seeing that the edge of Frost Sorrow was getting closer and closer to his neck, and even the biting frost almost froze him, the king of Anastrian had no choice but to choose to swing the Flame Strike in his hand again and again, laying a raging wall of fire in front of him to resist the erosion of evil energy, and tried to use the Flame Strike, an ancient elf divine weapon, to parry the blade of Frost Sorrow and stop Arthas's sharp slash...... But just before the Frost Sorrow arrived, a dangerous signal appeared in the Elven King's mind; For a moment of madness, the King of Anastria thought it was possible, but it was just possible - the Flame Strike of the Ancient Elves was no match for Frostmourn!

This idea made the old king feel ridiculous, but the next second the facts proved this ridiculous conjecture...... "Bang! ”

"Click......"

With the sound of the blades clashing, the flaming blow that had accompanied Anastria's countless years shattered into a few whirls and flew away, ending his glory days before his lord, a victim of the merciless time...... And Frostmourn's Sorrow, after shattering the Flame Strike, continued to castrate for 1 day, and in the explosion smoke after the ice and flames collided, he cut off the Elven King's right arm with a sword!

Anastria fell to the ground in a state of dismay, bleeding from beneath him, and the ground near the elven king's vicinity was stained red with blood. Although the elven king who was deeply injured would not fall because of this blow, if he was delayed and not effectively treated, he would probably also fall here, not to mention that there was a hero-level death knight in front of him.

The four Eighth-Order Spellbreaker guards who were responsible for protecting the king's safety did not hesitate to step forward without the slightest hesitation after seeing that His Majesty the King was defeated and in a desperate situation. Although they knew that compared to the demon butcher in front of them, their white spoon strength was not worth mentioning, but their reverence and love for His Majesty the King and the responsibility of the guards made them hesitate.

The three spellbreakers raised their shields in one hand to protect their bodies, and in the other hand, they grabbed their double-edged swords and slashed at Arthas, who was pressing on them step by step. The remaining Spellbreaker galloped to the King's side, setting up the badly wounded Anastria* Sunstrider and retreating quickly to the rear of the line.

As the royal court guards, the Spellbreakers are not only powerful in terms of magic immunity, but also their martial arts. The three spellbreakers tried almost to hold Arthas back, while the mortally injured Elven King gritted his teeth and led one offensive spell after another to attack Arthas, despite his weak body.

It's a pity that the difference in strength between the two sides is too great.

The weakness of the body caused by the severe injury greatly reduced the power of the Anastrian king's spell attack, and Arthas was able to deal with it calmly without even opening the anti-magic shield; And the three eighth-order spellbreakers may be strong in other places, but in the eyes of Arthas, they are ants that can be crushed to death in minutes...... After only a few breaths, the three Spellbreaker guards had died tragically under Arthas's sword, and died heroically in the line of duty. And the Elven King, with the help of the remaining spellbreaker, had only evacuated a few dozen yards away.

"Keep running away, coward!"

Alsace laughed madly and slowly pursued the mortally wounded and dying Anastria* Sunstrider. Along the way, High Elf warriors stepped forward to intercept Arthas's footsteps and buy time for their White Spoon King. But the actions of these elven warriors were tantamount to moths to a fire, and they were all solved by Arthas with a sword, and the distance between the two has gradually shortened...... Moments later, after sacrificing dozens of High Elven warriors, Arthas recaptured the bloodied Elven King, covering his severed arm.

"Not running away?" Arthas's face was hideous, but his gloomy countenance was full of cruel smirks. "I will fulfill my promise to make you suffer before you die! Are you ready? ”

Frostmourn was slowly raised, and Arthas unleashed a death twist on the spellbreaker who had placed His Majesty lightly on the ground and rushed towards him, raising his sword to cut off Anastria's other arm. The magic immunity of the spellbreaker is also limited, and he can only be immune to magic that is one rank higher than his own strength. Arthas's Death Entanglement was definitely not immune to the only remaining Eighth-Order Spellbreaker.

"Your Majesty, let's go!"

Knowing this, the Spellbreaker did not hesitate, and did not even deflect the death entanglement, but directly raised his shield and prepared to resist Arthas's attack, using his life to fight for a glimmer of life for his king.

"Boring."

Glancing lightly at the desperate spellbreaker, Arthas spit out two words lightly without moving, and Frost Sorrow directly slashed the high elf into two pieces...... "Boom!" ”

An unexpected metallic symphony rang out on the battlefield. The spellbreaker who was about to be cut in two by the Frost Sorrow, and Anastria, who had a faint color of despair in his eyes before, looked at the thin but heroic body in front of Arthas with surprise at this moment, and the flame of hope was rekindled in his eyes!

"Your Royal Highness!"

"Kyle..."

"Hmph, Kael'thas ......"

Three shouts of different tones and different names sounded at the same time on this small battlefield.

Kael'thas *Sunchaser, who arrived in time at the critical moment, tightened the magic dagger in his hand, stared at Arthas with a gaze full of hatred, and ordered the spellbreaker behind him without looking back:

"Moragusa, you take your father and go first!"

"This butcher, leave it to me!"

(To be continued) Q