"You stand up!" Tirio yelled.

"You old dog dares to bark in front of me, is it because of the scum standing behind you?" The Lich King didn't stand up, but spoke slowly.

"When death comes, you still die unrepentant!" Tirio pointed his sword at him.

"Really?" The Lich King owes himself, "Shall I leave the Frost Sorrow behind and beg your forgiveness on my knees?" Fordin? ”

"Indeed, you should kneel, but not beg me for forgiveness, but to repent to your father, your kingdom, and your people!" Tirio retorted, "Of course, you must pay for all the evil you have committed!" ”

"You don't understand anything." The Lich King said, "People like you, who claim to be the embodiment of justice, don't understand anything. He paused, "What you think is the Light is salvation, what you think is justice, what you think is the future. He snorted, "No, what you think is just what you think, your vision dictates that you can only waste your precious time for that ethereal thing." ”

He stood up, "Originally, I wanted you to experience the true justice, the real eternity, but it was precisely you, pedantic, stubborn, rigid, you brought these people to send you to death is right, but I will not praise you for doing it right, because you did not come to surrender to me, not to be ashamed of your stupidity, but to dare to stand in front of me and teach me your damn faith." ”

He clutched his sword in his hand. "I will not forgive you for your audacity, no! When it's all over, you'll get on your knees before me and beg for my forgiveness in agony. ”

He paused, then snorted softly, "And I...... will reject you. ”

The snow on his body was blown away by a gust of wind, and the cloak behind his back was blown up at once, "You will cry in pain, and this will be the best testimony of the power of death." ”

"Kill him!" Tirio yelled.

In an instant, a fireball flew past my ears with a "whoosh", and dozens of fireballs, ice picks and clusters of light flew towards Artsace on the throne.

Arthas jerked up his left hand, "Bang! "Bang!" There was a series of explosions, and all the magic exploded in front of him. The magic didn't stop, the attacks didn't stop, Arthas stood on a high throne, but he was no longer visible, and the exploding frost and flying flames and brilliant arcane exploded in front of the throne. The surrounding snow was blown up and flew up.

"Attack!" Tirio shouted.

All sorts of magic smashed into it, and I stood below and looked up at the Lich King, who was no longer visible, the Lich King wrapped in all kinds of spells, and I looked at it, wondering, and gauging what state he would be in now.

Finally, Tirio raised his greatsword, and the last fireball exploded in front of the throne. A sudden wind blew away the smoke from the throne.

But when the smoke cleared, the Lich King stood with his left hand raised, seemingly unscathed!

"That's what you're capable of, isn't it?" After the Lich King finished speaking, he stared at us motionlessly,

"Too weak...... his voice was filled with disappointment.

"Maybe I'm expecting too much from you." He said, "I thought ...... What kind of powerful warriors will you train, you have such and such plans, and you want to kill me directly. ”

"You ...... Where does the courage come from? He slowly opened his legs and finally walked down the first flight of steps.

"You think that if you destroy those statues and win the battle against those machines, you don't think I'm worth mentioning, right?"

"You think you can make yourself strong just by training hard, right?"

"You thought your plan was seamless, and I didn't know anything, and I was so surprised that I couldn't even pick up my sword when you suddenly appeared, and then you killed me with ease...... Right? ”

He slowly walked down the steps, "I was looking forward to it, I was expecting what kind of powerful warrior Tirio would give me as a gift, but now...... I'm disappointed, disappointed! Very disappointed! You wretches are here to give your wretched soul, you are worthless! ”

He continued to walk down, "I'm going to let you know what strength is, I'm going to let you know what despair is, and you...... Fordin! I will keep you alive, like the garbage hanging from above, and I will let you see this miserable world recast in my hands, and this terrible world will become what it should be in my hands. ”

"You will know that the Holy Light is not worth mentioning at all, the Holy Light will not save your life at all, and you will be known as the most powerful Holy Light Warrior, and you will feel complete despair because you have been abandoned again by the Holy Light that has abandoned you." He said, "But I'll spare your life......"

"Let you see the birth of this great world!"

"Attack!" Tirio raised his greatsword and charged towards Arthas.

They rushed past me, and one by one the warriors rushed past me and rushed forward.

I lifted my eyelids and looked at the guy hanging from the icicle. His whole body was black, and his skin was covered with cracks, and between the cracks there was a fiery red glow.

Tirio's figure was obscured by the men rushing up.

Everybody roared, everybody was furious. I don't know if they're really angry or forced into anger at this point. Everyone was roaring, and this roar was full of power, full of anger, full of desperate courage.

Suddenly before my eyes appeared those warriors stabbed through by his sword, and he lifted them up with one hand, and the red, hot blood flowed from the man's leg to his foot, and then from the tip of his foot to the ground.

A life is over.

The duel against the Titan's minions was full of people, but I knew that the battle wasn't won by numbers.

Now I picked out the most powerful existence of all people, all of them were ten or even twenty existences against one, but when I saw someone flying out of the pile, I booked an ending to this battle in advance in my heart.

They really can't do it! They simply can't do it!

Instead of attacking, I walked slowly around the Lich King, and I squinted at the nervous mages, their faces full of solemnity and nervousness. They are the ones who can best feel where the battle is going and whether they can win or not.

The blood on the ground had flowed out, but it was quickly freezing. Look at their feet just on top, the blood that hasn't frozen and the blood that has just frozen stuck to the soles of their feet, to their boots and trouser legs.

Suddenly, the crowd was blown apart, and the people in front of me flew up, blood and ice splattered on my face.

I wiped my face with my hand, red.

Whose blood is that?

I don't even know what they're called......

No, not to mention what they are called, I don't even recognize their looks.

I saw the man who had fallen, I saw the arm that hung down weakly, and I saw the face that had lost its anger.

The Lich King's armor was stained red with blood, and he rushed towards the mages on the side with his sword in hand.

I saw frightened faces.

Yes! Not anger, not righteousness, not indignation, not hatred, not surprise, but horror.

Arthas strode at the four magicians, two of whom were women, and one of them let out a scream.

The scream was so sharp, the scream was so piercing. A high-pitched, frightened, feeble cry pierced the cold wind. It seems to have turned into a sharp knife again.

The knife pierced people's eardrums and pierced their hearts.

A male magician opened his hands to stop Arthas, his hands gestured in front of him, and red rune traces appeared in front of him out of thin air, but it was too slow, still too slow!

Arthas was like a god of death, and I could see clearly how the sword was raised, and I could clearly see how it fell.

The blue light flashed, and the red rune was extinguished instantly.

The blood was spurted, very high, far away. The man didn't make any more sounds, didn't say his last words, didn't even say an "ah".

I don't know what kind of tone he spoke, what kind of voice he spoke in before he died. But he will never get a chance to speak again.

I still remember the woman's voice, and I still remember her frightened look.

She should be afraid, why shouldn't she? Why wasn't she afraid? She knew who she was up against, she knew if she could win, she knew who would die next.

Her trembling hands couldn't draw any runes in front of her, she couldn't cast any spells, but she left her voice, which was still in my head.

She shouted, "No! No! ”

Arthas grabbed her by the neck.

The woman was actually not good-looking, her lips were thinner, and she was ...... Woman with thin lips...... Hmph, but now she's scared, she's only scared!

She was lifted directly by Arthas's hand.

When the sword plunged through her lower abdomen, her body froze and stiffened. Arthas turned sharply, and the woman was thrown over, and in front of me.

She wasn't dead when the woman was thrown in front of me, her big eyes full of fear, and there was nothing but incredulity and despair in those eyes.

She must have known she was going to die. Yes, she's going to die soon.

There was a hint of reluctance on her stiff face, which was pleading. Her lips trembled, and there was a hint of sadness in her round eyes, was she begging me to save her?

I looked away from her eyes and looked at Arthas, who was standing there, and Arthas was looking at me as if to show me off.

He was standing there, but no one dared to step forward, and the two magicians, a man and a woman, were paralyzed by fright. The expressions on the faces of the two of them were completely out of control, how to describe that kind of horror?

No, it's not an expression, it's a complexion, a bloodless face!

I looked down at the woman on the ground again, her stomach was open and her intestines were coming out of it. There was no trace of blood on her face, her eyes gradually lost their luster, and even the kind of prayer she had just made was gone.

She's going to die.

She's going to die.

But I ...... Nothing will help her. Not even able to end her suffering early.

Oh no, is she in pain at this time?