"Kael'thas!"

Rising from the ground, Arthas happened to see Mo Wen blowing Kel'thugad to powder.

The furious Death Knight was almost crazy at this moment, he wasted so much effort, and even did not hesitate to bloodbath the entire Quel'Salas just to resurrect the Great Lich, but it was not half a day before he was blown up alive by someone in front of his eyes that his resurrected subordinate was blown apart in front of him.

And not only that, Kel'thugad himself is also extremely important to the Scourge Legion, his research on plague and psychic is the basis for the Scourge Legion to become stronger in the future, when Arthas rushed to the Frozen Throne to merge with the Lich King, Lordaeron also needs the Great Lich to sit in the seat to buy time, and then summon Akmund according to Kil'Gardan's orders also need his assistance, Mo Wen's sword almost disrupted all the plans of the Death Knight.

"-Die!"

Roaring angrily, Arthas rushed towards Mo Wen again, and the visible frost magic spurted out from him, directly freezing the surrounding earth, and the cold breath of freezing was terrifying, and the frost sorrow in his hand shone with a blue glow, emitting bursts of ghosts and wolves, like thousands of dead souls crying.

But in the face of this blow, Mo Wen smiled, lifted the Ice Thunder Tribulation in his hand, and turned his hand to slap it with a sword.

The purple arc swept away like a long river of purple, and the glow wrapped in frost sorrow was torn apart as lightly as a paper silk, and then the purple-blue greatsword slammed into the opponent's sword body without any momentum, only to hear a muffled sound. The Death Knight was just like the last time he was slashed out.

Mo Wen's current strength is the peak of the second-rate, but his peak has almost reached the peak of the second-rate in terms of strength, sensitivity, energy, and so on. There are no shortcomings, so in terms of combat effectiveness. He is not much worse than some of the first-class masters who are a little more specialized, before Brooks? Salufar was able to fight him at the second-rate peak, it was because the old orc's strength and skill were not inferior to him, and the two fought in close combat, so that kind of situation occurred, and now Arthas has reached the second-level peak in addition to the energy perspective, but the strength and skill are far from keeping up with the level he should have, so it is strange to rush up so stupidly and not be abused!

"Damn it!"

Once again, he was shot out, and Arthas was furious. The unwillingness and hatred in his heart almost ignited his heart of the dead.

Grabbing Frost's Sorrow with one hand and pressing the ground with the other, he wanted to stand up and fight again, but a strong force suddenly surged from his chest, crushing him to the ground.

Looking at the big foot that trampled on his chest, the Death Knight let out a roar of extreme rage from between his teeth like a wounded beast.

"Kael'thas !!"

One foot on the chest of the death knight, looking at the other party who was constantly struggling, Mo Wen was secretly happy in his heart, originally with the strength of both sides, it was not so easy for him to solve the other party. At least a few dozen moves away, but I didn't expect Arthas to be so obsessed with him that he was subdued without exerting his strength at all.

"Oh, His Royal Highness Prince Arthas. What do you want to say? ”

He said unhurriedly, but Mo Wen had a force under his feet, but the powerful magic power was poured into Arthas's body fiercely. With a crisp crack of bones, the Death Knight's struggle suddenly stopped. But the resentment in his eyes was even stronger.

For Arthas, who had been transformed into an undead, the injuries in his body were nothing. It only takes a little effort to recover, but the shame of being trampled under his feet is enough for him to remember, neither as a prince of Lordaeron nor as a Death Knight has ever been treated like this, and Mo Wen's every move is like a hammer that completely shatters all his pride.

"Kael'thas, you'd better kill me, or I'll kill you one day!"

Almost word by word, these words came out of his mouth, and Arthas was surprisingly calm at this moment, but the cold light in his eyes was even colder.

Mo Wen smiled at this and didn't pay much attention to it at all.

At this time, the surrounding battle gradually calmed down, Sylvanas and others, who had the upper hand in strength, defeated the undead one after another, except for the old king Anastarian, almost everyone hung their colors, and when the two sides resumed the confrontation again, the crypt lord Anubrekan was even lifted from the beetle shell on his back under the joint efforts of Wenresa and Leah de Woodland, revealing a large piece of black flesh behind him.

Seeing that he was subdued and his men were at a disadvantage, Arthas seemed to have given up his intention to continue fighting, just closed his eyes and waited for death, but to his surprise, Mo Wen did not kill him, but after a while, let go of the soles of his feet that stepped on him, and then slowly retreated, step by step back to Sylvanas and the others.

"Why? Kael'thas, are you humiliating me? Do you think I don't even have the value to kill?! ”

Escaping death did not bring Arthas any sense of happiness, but instead caused him to fall into a frenzy once again after he had already calmed down again.

Struggling to get up from the ground, he didn't care about the injuries on his body, and rushed up again with the sorrow of frost.

As a result, Sylvanas, who was standing beside Mo Wen, took a diagonal step forward, and the longbow in his hand easily flicked off the artifact in the hands of the Death Knight, and then kicked the opponent in the lower abdomen with a whip leg, kicking Arthas back a few steps.

"You bastard, since His Royal Highness the Prince spared your life, you should be honest with me!"

With a somewhat resentful roar, the female ranger let out another coquettish shout, stepped forward, grabbed Arthas by the collar, and threw him towards the camp of the undead on the opposite side.

With a clang, several high-ranking undead hurriedly caught the Death Knight, but were then pushed away by him.

The wolf regained his footing, and Arthas ignored the rest, instead staring at Mo Wen deadly.

"Why?"

Facing the relentless pursuer, Mo Wen tapped his head with a headache, and then watched as the Death Knight slowly opened his mouth.

"I still need you in my plan, so you're still alive."

Mo Wen's tone was very calm, without any ups and downs, but it was this sound without ups and downs that instantly made Arthas's eyes glow.

"I still need you in my plan, so you're still alive."

It was just a simple sentence, but it made Arthas feel scorn and insult like never before.

"Kael'thas, you're going to pay!"

Holding Frost Sorrow tightly with both hands, Arthas resisted the urge to rush up again and said coldly.

But Mo Wen was noncommittal, and instead turned around and walked into the Great Hall of the Well of the Sun, Sylvanas and the others glanced at the undead and followed them in, leaving Arthas and a group of high-level undead alone in place.

The warriors of the undead clan looked at each other, I looked at you, you looked at me, and for a while I couldn't pay attention.

Under normal circumstances, most of them will fight again according to their instincts, after all, the undead clan has no fear of death, but it is a pity that the battle just now told them that they themselves are by no means opponents of others, and they were left with their lives when others released water before.

The bloodthirsty nature clashed with a little regained sanity, causing them to fall into a momentary confusion, and finally they could only look at Arthas with their eyes one by one.

Reluctantly glancing at the Great Hall of the Well of the Sun in front of him, the Death Knight hesitated for a moment, but finally turned around sharply and strode in the other direction.

"Let's go! Let's get out of here first, and one day, I'll get back to Kael'thas for today's humiliation!" ”

One by one, the undead silently turned around and followed the Death Knight away, disappearing into the black sky.

It's just that before disappearing, the last middle-aged elf suddenly paused slightly and stopped his steps.

He turned his head to glance at the Great Hall of the Well of the Sun behind him, and the ghostly light in his eyes suddenly trembled slightly, as if he was thinking about something, and after a while, he slowly turned around and left, disappearing into the canopy of the dead.

And not long after the Death Knight and his party left, an explosion suddenly sounded in the Great Hall of the Well of the Sun, and a huge amount of magic gushed out from there.

At the same time, all the High Elves in Quel'Thalas only felt empty in their hearts, as if they had lost something forever, and many powerful mages also found that the magic power that was originally abundant in the air seemed to be declining at a speed that was visible to the naked eye. (To be continued......)

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