The Ashbringer in Tirion's hands erupted once more. Those souls became pure energy, granting Tirion Fordring the blessing of the Holy Light.
"Justice will never help evil. Do you see that, Ner'zhul?"
Tirion also raised his blade and joined the battle, and the Lich King suddenly discovered faint signs of unrest among the souls he had enslaved. This had never happened before.
Tirion Fordring's Holy Light energy erupted. "The blood debts of Dalaran Province, Miredal Province, and the Royal City must be repaid in blood, Ner'zhul."
The Ashbringer's Holy Light energy surged, its blade shining with dazzling light. The tormented souls wandering around the Lich King seemed to have been purified and broke free of Ner'zhul's control.
The Lich King raised Frostmourne, a blue-black aura emanating from his body like a spectral glow.
The clash of Holy Light and shadow, the collision of purification and corruption, began in an instant.
To Patrick's astonishment, Frostmourne could actually clash head-on with the Ashbringer. He had not expected this.
After several exchanges, Tirion Fordring retreated a few steps and shook his hands. "Damned cold."
In this world of ice and snow, with the Lich King himself an expert at wielding ice, the slowing effects of frost worked on Tirion Fordring as well.
The harsher the environment, the greater the advantage for the undead forces, while the living forces had to face all manner of difficulties.
"It looks like the Lich King is still counting on a battle of attrition," Patrick reminded them.
Clearly, the sooner this battle ended, the better. Patrick had long since seen that the Lich King was the world's common enemy. There was no need to talk about honorable conduct or chivalry. They should all attack together, kill him, and then deal with Ulduar and the Emerald Dream.
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