The cold moonlight illuminated the land of frost

The endless snow-capped peaks of the ice field are as bright as day in the moonlight

Had it not been for this terrible battle and the earth-shattering roars, shouts, wails, and roars, this land covered in ice and snow might have been a different scene of tranquility and seclusion

Pity......

At this moment, the ice field symbolizes the purity of the ice and snow, which has long been stained red with blood, and the severed limbs and stumps are covered with the stench of decay and the rich smell of blood, and the stench of rotting and the smell of blood is everywhere you can see

On one side are the brave admirals, and on the other side are the fearless walking dead

When the flaming phoenix let out a high-pitched sigh, without the commanders and generals of both sides giving orders, the torrent-like two teams had already raised their swords and flashed their claws and collided together

In the next second, blood splattered, and flesh and bone separated

The soldiers and horses on both sides, numbering tens of thousands, occupied almost the entire wide snowfield, showing the chariots and horses, and fought hard

In the center of the battlefield, there was a large blank space in the duel between the two princes, whether it was a brave admiral or a brainless walking corpse, they all subconsciously avoided this dangerous area

With magic raging and sword aura, those unfortunate enough to step into this range risk being shattered by the aftermath of the battle

One is the chief general of the Lich King, the Death Knight who wields the Frost Sorrow; The battle between the two princes of the Great Magister of a powerful group is so fierce that the soldiers on both sides are powerless to intervene, even if the strength of the Lord of Malokgar is close to the heroic master, the constructed undead must retreat, so as not to be affected by the pond fish

Moreover, with the pride of Arthas, how could he tolerate others interfering in his duel if he was not really killed?

……

"Is that all you have to do, Kaiko?"

Dodging the dragon breath spell gushing from the elven prince's staff, Arthas twisted and swung his sword at the sword of the flaming strike, lightly forcing the elven prince back two steps, and then said in a mocking tone:

"Or have you lost the help of others, and you have forgotten how to fight?"

The counterattack came as swift as lightning

A sword in one hand and a staff in the other

Instead of wasting time on the exchange of words, Kael'thas* Sunstrider raised his staff and cast two sequences of spells that had already been stored in quick succession

The huge crystal embedded in the head of the staff shone with a brilliant red light in the night, and dozens of crackling and bursting fireballs erupted from the tip of the staff one after another, shooting towards Arthas, and in the blink of an eye, the sharp ice splintered into the sky pierced the Death Knight like a torrential rain

Kael'thas was a truly powerful magician, casting spells much faster and more terrifyingly than anyone Arthas had ever encountered

Suddenly engulfed in flames and frost, Arthas barely raised Frost Grief to protect the door, but he barely had time to block the barrage of fireballs

Fierce flames enveloped the Death Knight's body, and it took a moment for Arthas to regain his sense to resist the spell

Second, third, fourth...... With a suffocating heatwave, more than a dozen fireballs followed, but this time the Death Knight was prepared, and Frostmourn suddenly bloomed with a blue light, and Arthas had already met the onslaught of flames with his own equally deadly frost

Fortunately, the Sagang armor and the summoned bone armor gave him great protection, and although the scorching flames still made Arthas's skin painful and his hair scorched and curled, at least the Elven Prince's terrifying burst of fireballs did not cause him much damage

In contrast, the shattered ice formed by the Icepick technique was much easier for Arthas, who was wielding the frost artifact of Frost Sorrow

Raising the shining rune sword, it swung above his head, and the blade of the sword was like a magnet absorbing iron filings, firmly absorbing the fine ice edges in the sky, Arthas sneered and flung the sword on his head, and instantly shook the broken ice back

Kael'thas caught him off guard by the spellcasting god, but wouldn't the Death Knight make the same mistake twice?

"Think twice before you attack me with ice again, Kaiko"

With a smug sneer on his face, Arthas glanced at the elven prince with a sneering glance, and then rushed forward a few times to meet it, and Frost Sorrow slashed head-on, forcing Kael'thas to raise his staff to parry, but in just a second, the Sindore gold staff in Kael'thas hand had been broken under Frost Sorrow's sword, just like those collectibles of Old Don......

Fortunately, this moment's delay has given the elven prince a chance,

"Thank you for the advice"

Kael'thais's tepid answer came ethereal from not far away

At the critical moment, an elven prince who flashed back and opened the distance between the two narrowed his eyes, and the only half of the broken golden scepter slammed into the ground under his feet

In the next second, the icy and cold ice field turned into a furnace of raging flames in an instant, and a large sea of magma burst out between the small battlefield where the two fought

Firestorm

Not only did the flames that were more than one person tall burst out with unbearable heat and damage, but the water vapor evaporating from the solid ice melted by the heat wave obscured everyone's vision

And just as Arthas was urging the power of frost to try to dispel the raging flames like maggots on tarsal bones, and at the same time the horizontal sword sideways put on a defensive posture to be on guard, the flames in front of the death knight exploded violently, and in the light and shadow of the sparks, the figure of the elven prince holding the long sword had already been killed

"Hmph, botched performance"

With a cold snort of disdain, Arthas slashed Frost's Sorrow from left to right and from bottom to top, almost as if he were commanding him

As far as the body and body elements are concerned, Arthas is undoubtedly stronger, not to mention that as a former paladin, the current death knight's attainments in close-quarters combat are far from being comparable to the elven prince, a mage who can only play two-handed swordsmanship

The elven prince gave up his spell-casting expertise to fight him in hand-to-hand combat, and Arthas couldn't ask for it

Almost effortlessly, Frost's Sorrow slammed open the flame-covered Reforged Blade, followed by severing the Elven Prince's clenched wrist......

But the moment the sword entered the flesh, the face of the Death Knight, which was originally in his hands, suddenly changed color

The touch coming from the blade of Frostmourn was not the sluggish feeling of slicing through the bones that Arthas was so familiar with, but ...... There is nothing left behind

Sure enough, the "Elven Prince" who had his hands cut off not only did not show any expression of pain and despair, the corners of his mouth were hooked up in a sarcastic arc, and before Arthas slashed the second sword, the "Elven Prince" had already opened his hands and slammed forward, smashing the body of the Death Knight, ignoring the divine soldiers who stopped in front of him, and even if the Frost Sorrow's sword body pierced his heart, there was not a trace of blood splattered on the body of this "brave Elf Prince......

[This is the ...... Mirror Clone】

【Mage's Clone】

[Kael'thas bastard, I should have thought of it]

Suddenly a bright thought flashed through the Death Knight's mind, explaining all his doubts, and the Death Knight who understood his plan slammed his strength to break free from the grip of the prince's clone, but the inconvenient posture made Arthas's efforts in vain

[No, Kaizi's doppelganger is more than one]

The familiar scene reappeared before his eyes, and all the details of the battle that took place on the island of Queldanus suddenly exploded from the depths of memory, and in that duel, the elven prince simulated eight mirror images

Thinking of this, even in the midst of the fire, cold sweat still broke out on the pale forehead of the Death Knight

Didn't let the Death Knight wait longer, or the elven prince wouldn't let go of this fleeting fighter

In the firelight, several figures rushed out, striking from all directions, each of the simulated flame strikes in their hands were blooming with a tyrannical fiery red halo, and beyond the firelight, three blue rays in a row hit the white bone armor that he saw that the situation was not good, and mobilized his energy to support it again

However, to Arthas's horror, the white bone armor, which was enough to resist several powerful flame blasts without the risk of shattering, began to disappear quickly after being hit by three flashes of blue rays, and the originally tough and thick Sagang armor seemed to have been splashed with strong acid, quickly corroding and decomposing

In an instant, the originally well-protected Death Knight had no armor to protect the stripped pigs

The Great Lysis dnd messed in

"Death, Butcher"

Several princes who had rushed to the Death Knight's side shouted in unison, and the screams that seemed to come from the soul with endless hatred were simulated by the sharp blades in their hands from different angles and different directions stabbed Arthas's throat, heart, kidneys, skull, and the back of his neck like thunderbolts...... There are many key points

The death knight's life hangs by a thread

"Ahh

A bitter cold ice and snow storm swept violently around Arthas, and Arthas, who was unwilling to be killed at the critical moment, shouted angrily, and "detonated" the rune energy in his body almost at any cost

As if sensing the danger of his master, the psychic Frost Sorrow suddenly burst out with surging frost power, and at the same time, an unimaginably powerful force rushed into the body of the Death Knight along the sword body of Frost Sorrow

That's ....... Lich King's power

"Whew"

The almost tyrannical ice breath froze all the qiē around Arthas into an ice sculpture of the mirror image of the five princes without even having time to retreat, and several sharp blades that were no more than an inch away from the vital point of the death knight could penetrate Arthas's body almost in the next second, but in the end, it was difficult to make any progress

"Click, click......"

Arthas, who had received the increase in the strength of Frost Sorrow, shook his waist and broke free from the clamp of the "Ice Sculpture", and in the next second, the dazzling Frost Sorrow had been swept by the cold wind, shattering the mirror image of the elven prince frozen into an ice sculpture, and reducing it to the most basic arcane energy......

Feeling the surging power around him, the Death Knight, who recalled the scene just when his life was hanging by a thread, his eyes were red and he shouted angrily

"Kael'thas came out to die"

What answered him was a phoenix's clear sigh and a bright sword light that caught his eye to be continued)

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