On the stairs of the gorgeous Well of the Sun, the expressionless Arthas flipped from the invincible Death Horse and landed on the ground, reaching out to pull out the magic sword Frost Sorrow behind his back, he glanced back at the demon battlefield far away from the Well of the Sun, a stiff and disdainful smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and ordered the servants who followed him.

"Marvion, you and Thassarian stay here!"

"Theron, come with me!"

Dressed in black ice armor, Marvion nodded, and led the wounded Thassarian to the left and right in front of the stairs, Arthas stepped into the sunwell, and the dark ranger Lotherma-Theron held an altar of ashes in both hands, and carried the Black Rose Bow and the black Phoenix Heavy Sword behind his back, following behind the second master, disappearing behind the ornate curtain.

In more than ten seconds, a strong smell of blood came out of the hall, and Kael'thas left some spellbreakers to guard the sunwell, but in the face of a guy of Arthas's level, these spellbreakers were almost useless, and the blood-stained magic sword was buzzing in Arthas's hand, and it was eager for more killing!

What a terrible weapon!

On the other side, Kael'thas heard Dick's scream, he was startled, and looked back at the elven soldiers and commanders who were fighting the demons, he gritted his teeth, and a flash appeared in the middle of the battlefield, the front of the abyss lord who was lying on the ground and wailing because of the burning of the elemental fire.

His Royal Highness the Prince looked gloomy, he took off the red glove in his left hand and stuck it on the demon's already charred skin, and the next moment, Kael'thas's body trembled, and even Dick, who had just gotten up from the ground, felt a wave of holy energy in his body, in the direction of Kael'thas, it seemed that something was rapidly extracting all the free energy in the nearby air!

Dick looked in the direction of Kael'thas, and he saw that Kael'thas's left hand was slowly pulling out of the Abyss Lord's skin, and a flame energy mixed with dark green and gold was being pulled out of the Abyss Lord's body by His Royal Highness the Prince!

It's an absolutely eerie and terrifying image, but Dick knows that it's Kael'thas, or rather, the innate skill of all High Elf spellcasters—Magic Torrent, also known as Magic Drain.

In the game, High Elf players can only use this skill to absorb a small amount of free energy to restore their magic, but Kael'thas treats this talent as offensive magic.

Little by little, he was pulling away the magical energy from the Abyss Lord's body, as well as its life force!

Dick stood in place for 5 seconds, and saw that the light cluster in Kael'thas hand had reverted to the miniature elemental phoenix again, and unlike before, the current elemental phoenix also had a pair of dark green eyes, which looked extremely cute.

And the abyss lord has already lost his breath.

Is this the strength of a hero-level powerhouse? The Abyss Lord, who is enough to destroy a heroic city, is actually used by him as food for raising elemental creatures?

Dick watched as Kael'thas disappeared in place, and then felt a powerful palm fall on his shoulder, and before the paladin could turn around, Kael'thas had a gentle voice with a hint of murderous intent in his ears.

"Where is he?"

"Just outside the Sunwell Hall! I saw it with my own eyes!"

"Good!"

As soon as Dick finished speaking, he felt that the space around him was compressed, and in his vision, the space around him seemed to be squeezed, stretched, and then ripped apart by a pair of invisible hands, and he seemed to be thrown into the bucket of the washing machine, stirred wildly, until Dick finally touched the hard ground when he wanted to spit out all of yesterday's meal.

Dick's body staggered, but just when he was about to fall, the habit he had developed for a long time made him subconsciously prop up the holy hammer on the ground, but before he could take a breath of air, a dangerous feeling that made his hair rise upside down made Dick raise his left hand and block it.

"Bell!"

The silver hand hidden beneath the glove intersected with the black runic one-handed sword, and the heavy force propelled Dick to roll backwards twice, but he also used this power to regain his footing.

At this time, Dick saw that he had returned to the entrance of the stairs of the Sunwell, and Kael'thas threw a large ball of flames in his hand, and then brandished his staff, and rushed into the hall of the Sunwell, and Marvion, whose whole body was on fire, shook his body in pain, but the power from the darkness forced him to chase him into the hall.

In front of Dick, there was a death knight with two hands, holding two slender rune one-handed swords, Kael'thas also ignited his body with a casual blow, but this guy did not chase into the hall like Marvien, on the contrary, even if his body was ignited, he still adhered to the defensive formation, blocking Dick's advance.

"Thassarian?"

Dick recognized the hapless fellow from the neat Lordaeron Sergeant armor on the Death Knight's body, one of the three thousand soldiers who had accompanied Arthas to Northrend, an absolute skilled veteran, and a loyal subordinate, but also a rather difficult enemy.

This miserable guy who began to rebel against the slavery of Frost Sorrow very early, and was also one of Dick's favorite NPCs in his previous life, but now at this time, Dick can't care about his previous life's liking, he took out the holy water bottle from his pocket, opened it, poured it into his stomach, felt the bitter taste in his mouth, and the holy energy burning all over his body, Dick bared his teeth at Sassarian.

Outside, Sylvanas, along with the Spellbreakers and Archmages, are desperately trying to stop the demonic invasion, and inside, Arthas is also trying to transform the evil Kel'thugad into the Great Lich, Dick wants to change all this, but he must first defeat the guy who stands in his way.

"Thassarian, get out of here!"

Dick gripped the flaming Holy Light Warhammer in both hands, lowered his body, and stared at Thassarian, "I'm going to fight your evil master, don't try to stop me!"

Half of Thassarian's body was stained with the elemental flames left behind by Kael'thas, and it was obvious that he was in pain, but the blood-red undead fire on his face did not loosen in the slightest, and he was like an agile lone wolf, slashing diagonally with his twin swords, and pounced on Dick.

That's his answer!

"Get out of here!"

Dick slammed his hammer into Thassarian's longsword in his left hand, the weight of the weapon in both hands staggered the Death Knight's figure, and his right hand took a slightly weaker flail of holy light and smashed it towards Thassarian's head.

But the veteran saw the threat of the blow, and he strained his legs, and his whole body rolled to the left, and the Holy Light flail grazed his left leg and smashed it to the ground, which was almost the first time Dick missed, and Thassarian seized the opportunity, and the other sword stabbed Dick in the neck like a foraging viper.

"Hey!"

This blow forced Dick to take two steps back, so the distance between the two people was widened again, but just as Dick was about to attack a second time, a cloud of black-red energy stuck to his body, like the tongue of a frog catching food, and the next second, a strong pulling force pulled his body and rushed towards Thassarian.

The Death Knight's signature skill, Death's Grip!

"Devotion"

Dick and the Death Knight have not fought once or twice, for this method, he is naturally very familiar with this method, with the fire of justice to block the slash of Thassarian's double swords, the holy light energy along his legs, was injected into the ground, and gushed out from under Thassarian's feet, this move made the death knight a little scrambling, he wanted to retreat, but the elemental flames stained on his body made his reaction speed greatly reduced.

Dick seized the opportunity, the war hammer held in both hands was released, and he grabbed Thassarian's neck with his left hand, the divine shock was ready to be launched, relying on Dick's current holy energy, this blow could definitely directly break Thassarian's spine, but just as Dick was about to attack, he saw the struggle of the two undead fires in Thassarian's eyes.

Dick knew that Arthas, in order to completely erase Thassarian's inner struggle, even forcibly ordered him to cut off his mother's head, which was what happened, which only stimulated Thassarian's soul to resist more and more fiercely, and it was Thassarian's hatred for his mother's death and concern for his sister that made him finally one of the first Death Knight commanders to rebel against the Lich King.

He hesitated for a moment, then let go of the left hand that was holding the Death Knight, and Dick kicked Thassarian in the abdomen, throwing him down the hundreds of steps.

"Get out of here, Tassarian, poor fellow, go and find your salvation!"

The Death Knight who rolled down the steps in embarrassment struggled to his feet, the flames on his body had been extinguished, but under the double attack of Dick's holy light and elemental flames, his current strength had fallen to the bottom, and Thassarian could feel that in his mind, the black voice had lost a trace of the imprisonment of his soul.

He looked up at Dick as he walked into the hall, was silent for a moment, and finally put away his rune sword, found a random direction, and staggered away.

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Dick rushed into the hall, heading straight for the heart of the Sunwell, where the guards had been slain by Arthas while the vast majority of the spellbreakers were fighting the demons.

The creatures killed by Frost Sorrow were quickly transformed into high-level undead with the ability to think, but until this transformation was completed, their corpses were still fragile, which Kael'thas knew, so Dick walked all the way, and everywhere he looked, there were burning corpses.

At the very end of the corpse, Mavien's figure resembled a burning cross, and the enraged Kael'thas used the most brutal methods against him, the squire who was unusually loyal to Arthas, his body was pierced by his own Soul Sword, and he was nailed to a pillar, and his whole body was almost burned to a skeleton.

Dick glanced at the guy who had a relationship, gritted his teeth, and continued to run towards the depths of the sunwell, the mage's Great Cracking Circle should have been arranged, but Arthas's intrusion cast a shadow on the activation of this Great Cracking Circle.

Dick ran to the second floor of the core of the Well of the Sun, he leaned on the railing, looked at the well below, and saw that Arthas was chasing and fighting against Kael'thas, the cold death energy and the scorching flames were constantly colliding in the glorious hall, like the ice blue bone dragon and the red fire dragon roaring wildly, attacking each other, and the brilliant hall was destroyed in the battle between the two heroic powerhouses.

Kael'thas seemed to be in a state of madness, and Dick hurried around for a few weeks before he saw Anastarian, the Sun King, lying to the side. He was lying on the corpses of the mages of Dalaran, whose hearts and heads had been pierced by arrows of bone.

His Majesty the Sun King seemed to be injured, and he clutched his abdomen, but judging by the way he struggled, he was not dead, which was probably what drove Kael'thas crazy. Dick knew how much His Royal Highness respected his father.

Next to the Sunwell, Dick sees another figure: Lotherma Theron, a dark ranger in black armor, trying to dump Kel'thugad's ashes into the water of the Sunwell, which is constantly rippling with white light.

Seeing this scene, Dick immediately became anxious, he grabbed the dragon hook from the storage backpack, grabbed the railing on the second floor with an engineering buckle, took a general look, and after calculating the direction, the whole person grabbed the chain of the dragon hook and rushed down.

But just when Dick turned over and was about to jump off the railing, Lotherma suddenly looked up at the sky, a mocking smile appeared on the corner of the dark ranger's mouth, and the entire urn in his hand was thrown into the well water, and the dark energy suddenly surged to the entire surface of the water like a black dragon out of the water.

Dick was shocked when he saw this scene in its entirety, but the next moment, the whistling arrow of white bones pierced his arm holding the dragon hook.

"Ah!!h

"Poof!"