"Stanny is dead..."

Deep in the dense forest, Illusia's body was illusory as if it could be blown away by a gust of wind. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

But at this moment, the lich was completely oblivious to her own state of crisis, and instead looked up at the sky with a dull face, until a low snort came from beside her, and Illusia turned her head to look at the thin figure in front of her, and the dry and empty voice slowly floated out of the soul fire that had been completely lichified.

"Oh, if you can sacrifice that humble soul fire for our escape, this pariah will die a well-deserved death!"

However, the taunt in his ears immediately ignited the soulless state of Illusia, and the hell fire that skyrocketed to three or four meters continued to devour the power of death around him, and Illusia's empty gaze immediately turned to the left, the death knight who was leaning on a dead wood, and the terrifying spiritual power that was infinitely close to the legendary level pressed the death knight who was still blowing the cold wind just now to the ground in an instant.

"Illusia, you're crazy! I'm your brother, you..."

Even though he reacted instantly, the power of death on his body also broke out to resist, the death knight was still pressed to the ground, spitting out a mouthful of dirt, Wilton raised his head with difficulty and shouted, but before he finished speaking, his head was pressed to the ground again, and even the whole person fell into the ground.

"If not... I would have taken out your soul fire and let it die in the wind!"

A sudden tingle in the skin of the face, Illusia said coldly and waved her hand to throw Verton who was lying on the ground out, and with a huge impact, the Death Knight smashed the dead wood of the tree and embedded it directly into the surface of a tree.

Instead, Illusia tilted her head to look at her father, and the two looked at each other for a moment, then looked away from each other.

"Haha! yes, yes, you have awakened such a pure heart of the undead, little lich, you are much more promising than this old man!"

The eerie silence between father and daughter lasted only a quarter of an hour, and a huge figure slowly walked out of the dead woods, and threw down the Death Knight with his waist sandwiched, and the Dreadlord habitually flashed his batwing and stared at Illusia, and then a malicious smile appeared on his face.

"Marganis, I've done what I promised, and now it's your promise!"

Reaching out and grabbing it, a dark green energy line was derived to entangle the fallen Death Knight and drag him behind him, and the thin warrior stared coldly at the huge demon that was almost three or four times his height.

"Hehe, the contract signed in the name of the abyss will never decay! mortals!

"Humph!"

"Huh!"

The huge crimson head glanced at the Death Knight who was hiding behind the thin warrior and snorted, shook his head contemptuously, and then looked at the thin warrior with pity in the blink of an eye.

"The saddest thing about human beings is that they are fragile, and that only this reptile can condense... Huh!"

Mocking wantonly, Marganis went to pull out a crystal, only the crystal the size of a normal person's fingernail was firmly sandwiched between the two fingers by the demon, and cracked his mouth and sneered to show his jagged fangs, and Marganis threw the crystal at the sluggish lich.

"This is your reward! Mortal!

Seeing a trace of ecstasy on Illusia's frozen face, carefully clenching the soul crystal in his hand, Marganis looked up and spoke, and his body turned into a gray mist and dissipated.

The town of Shiron, the largest and only town in the Pine Forest, and the most important gateway fortress in the Valley of the Hearth, is a very rare hybrid of towns, but this fortress town that was once famous for its snowy scenery has now been completely reduced to ruins, and the corpses and scorch marks everywhere tell the story of the tragic battle that broke out not long ago.

In the center of Ciric Town, the central square that was originally full of bones and rotting flesh has been cleaned up, and even all kinds of stains have faded a lot under the rain last night, except for the central one, which has been completely destroyed, the entire square has taken the first step to show a trace of tranquility.

"Tyran!"

"Prince of Arthas!"

Looking at the slow slapping of the horse in the distance, Arthas hesitated and shouted.

The Foding family is the Grand Duke of Lordaeron, and Tylan is the only son of the previous duke, the two have naturally known each other for a long time, but the last time they met was many years ago, since the disappearance of the previous Duke of Foding, the other party has completely separated from the high-level aristocratic circle of Lordaeron and become more and more closed, and now, even except for the Andorhar region, the influence of the Foding family in Lordaeron has fallen to the extreme in recent years.

However, the opposite knight nodded in response and immediately confirmed his identity, seeing Tyran waving his hand to rebuke the entourage behind him and patting his horse over, Arthas paused slightly, and also rode over alone, but in his heart there was some dissatisfaction, although the town of Shirek and even the entire pine forest are the territory of the Buddha family, but de jure it still belongs to Lordaeron.

However, this situation gave Alsace a feeling of being in another country.

"Thank you Prince Arthas for your help in eradicating this scourge of the dead!, however, the next purification work of the Red Pine Forest, my knights of the Hearth Valley will take care of it, please let the prince lead the army to withdraw!"

However, as soon as they connected, Arthas's anger was immediately ignited by Tyran's cold words, and Arthas, who was originally annoyed by the Knights of Hearthvale cowering on the wall in Shirek Town during the battle the day before yesterday, immediately turned cold, and his palate was slightly raised, and Prince Lordaeron looked at Tyran in front of him.

"I'm Prince Lordaeron, where is your aristocratic etiquette!"

Hearing this, Tyran, who was originally cold-faced, stiffened suddenly, and then stared at Arthas in front of him with a purple face, and a trace of holy light involuntarily began to wrap around his body, however, the contemporary Duke of Fording had just shown some signs of holy light, and a more violent power of holy light erupted on the opposite side, and in an instant, Tyran felt that he was close to a sun, and the scorching holy light immediately snuffed out the holy light on his body, and imprisoned him to death.

"Lord Duke!"

"Your Highness!!"

The silent battle between the two, or the movement of Tyran's beating and being beaten immediately attracted the attention of the entourage on both sides who stopped not far away, but after a few breaths, seven or eight cavalry rushed out from each side, but unlike the side of the Hearthvalley who was nervous and protected the stiff Tyran, Arthas stood behind the prince with a strange face.

"Tiger Father Dog Son..."

Looking at Tyran, who was a little embarrassed and was supported by the attendants on both sides and riding on the standing horse, Arthas waved his hand to stop the contemptuous snort of a knight behind him, turned around and rushed towards the outside of the town with the six silver hands behind him.

"Arthas!!!here!, it belongs to Fortin!"

However, not long after Arthas ran out, Tyran pushed away the knights on both sides of him and roared at the dusty prince.

"Hmph, Tyran, you should rejoice, Minethir's contract will be eternal!"

Glancing behind him in disgust, the irritability that had been suppressed in his heart jumped up again, a trace of black gas slowly climbed up to his forehead, Arthas pulled the reins suddenly, and the whispered words of his head clearly reached Tai Lai's ears, and then he galloped away faster despite the other party's reddened face. (To be continued.) )