Arthas grinned even more, and with a lift of his left hand, he threw his own father's head at the great axe that had been slashed above his head. At the same time, he grabbed the saber in his right hand and swung it forward towards the berserker in mid-air.

The saber in Arthas's hand is about 1.6 meters long, the body of the sword is carved with unknown incantations, the blade is full of small gaps and scratches, and the connection between the hilt and the sword body is cast with a demonic head with metal horns, the eye sockets of the head are slightly shiny, and wisps of cold air emanate from this place.

With Arthas's swing, the air around the sword seemed to freeze, and a large gray air mass that was constantly tumbling and spreading suddenly appeared, completely covering Arthas's sword-holding right hand along with the longsword.

If there are screams, cries, and curses, wafting out from the gray air mass, and a faint death breath will contain the fog and the whole person of Arthas, as long as the eyes of all the professionals watching the battle come into contact with the fog, they will be affected by this gray and rotten atmosphere, and their hearts have lost confidence in survival, and they have no interest in wanting to kill themselves.

"Bastard!" the berserker who struck Arthas's head snapped, and the respect and loyalty to King Terenus made it impossible for the mighty captain of the guard to allow himself to inflict damage on the dead king's head.

Because he was in the air and could not disguise himself, the Berserker could only turn the handle of the axe with force to move the blade of the axe away. It took a great deal of effort to make the old king's head pass by the axe, and fly through his ears into the sky.

However, the giant axe has also turned into a slash for this reason, and the berserker warrior who gathers a terrifying impact is greatly reduced in the ability to deal damage. Before the captain of the guard could make a temporary change of tactics, Arthas's sword slashed at the side of the nightfall axe that the berserker had retracted.

Ka~

The five-meter-long night, with a thickness of more than 20 centimeters at the front end alone, actually caused a crack on the axe surface after receiving this blow. And in the next second, a column of air formed by a three-meter-diameter dead qi formed from the Alsace long sword with a whirl~, instantly engulfing the figure of the berserker, and the captain of the guard, who did not know life or death, shot out towards the sky diagonally above.

Wow

Completely withstood a blessed one, and the strength reached the twelfth order upper position, and condescendingly swooped and accelerated, and finally formed a terrifying impact of the blow, even Arthas, who had the power of a super-level powerhouse, also took several steps backwards because of this power, the cloak behind him was torn straight by the wind pressure, and the stone slab ground was cracked because of the heavy footsteps.

It's a pity that the destructive power of the Berserker Warrior was not fully released, otherwise with this huge momentum, it might be able to cause a lot of damage to Arthas, but now the blow after the destructive power is greatly attenuated, it can only form a small obstacle to Arthas.

However, Arthas was facing not only one Berserker, but the entire Royal Guard, the moment the Berserker flew out, nearly a hundred magic balls and arrows of all kinds were sent out from the stands on both sides, and when Arthas stabilized his body, he found that he had completely blocked all the retreats.

"Oh, ha" looked at the approaching magic arrow with interest, the evil smile on Arthas's face became even brighter, and he flipped the long sword that dissipated after the blow to reveal the main body, held the hilt of the sword with both hands and vertically downward, knelt down on one knee like a knight, and plunged the long sword into the ground.

Woo ~ rustle

On the demon head on Arthas's long sword, the two eye sockets that emitted a faint cold light suddenly lit up, and a large amount of rich dead qi gushed out and condensed, with Arthas kneeling on one knee as the center of the circle, forming a spherical shield composed entirely of mist and three meters in diameter, protecting Arthas's entire person in the mist.

Puff puff

One after another, the magic and arrows kept crashing into the constantly circulating spherical shield, but whether it was the magic cast by the ninth-order mage or the arrows shot by the eleventh-order ranger, at most it could only make the shield formed by the death qi sink slightly, but it could not make the shield show even the slightest sign of collapse.

After completely withstanding hundreds of attacks, the dead qi not only did not weaken but became more and more intense, and just when the professionals of the escort team only launched another wave of large-scale long-range attacks, the ground suddenly shook violently.

The shield of death that protected Arthas shrank rapidly in this violent tremor, and finally formed a thumb-sized ball that hovered at the end of the hilt of the half-cut blade that pierced into the floor.

Kiss~

The sound of a light bulb shattering, and the ball, which was as substantial as a black glass bead, suddenly exploded to pieces. The shockwave-like air flow centered on the sphere and burst out in all directions.

The second wave of ranged attacks unleashed by the Royal Guardian was blocked head-on by this air flow as soon as it flew halfway out, and in just one breath, most of the magic arrows dissipated.

Even if it was one of the eleventh-order high-level Ice ** masters, after twice the time and slowly chanting and casting, the giant ice pick that was released and flew faltering for more than ten seconds before it flew over the distance that would have taken only one second to cross, but it still couldn't break through the block of the air current, and it dissipated two meters in front of Arthas.

"Damn!" suddenly came out of the air less than a meter behind Arthas. A middle-aged man in leather armor with a rough face who looked to be about forty years old suddenly appeared in the clearing.

Hurriedly waving his hand and spilling a handful of phosphorescent powder, the thief's figure was just blurred, but it was once again blown out by the incessant jet of air. At the same time, the leather armor, exposed skin, and hair on the thief's body began to reveal a grayish-white color.

The thief gritted his teeth and said nothing, turned around and ran desperately towards the inner sanctum, not knowing whether he wanted to escape by relying on the broken walls, which were already broken and corroded in the air currents, or whether he wanted to enter the dark inner sanctum to find out.

However, no matter what choice the thief made, he did not have time to fulfill his wish, and in the time he had only run a few steps, the back of the thief facing the direction of the air jet was completely eroded, and in almost a few seconds, the leather armor, cloth, skin, and flesh were all gone, and even the exposed bones inside the body were pitted.

After stumbling a few steps by inertia, the lifeless body snapped and fell to the ground, turning into a corpse without a snort.