Under the will of the sword holder, Death's Verdict coldly slashed at Drakuru's head. Troll crossed his arms with the alien Fist Weapon he carried on his hands and blocked the airtight in front of him, accurately blocking the fatal blow.
"Bang"
The huge force of the collision came from the hilt of the sword. Uther's hands trembled. The Death Power wrapped around his arms and body deflected the shock that could tear the body. Troll laughed sinisterly and waved his arms outward. Two dazzling blue Light Blade bloomed in the air in front of him. This was his counterattack, sharp and deadly.
The darkness Bat Wings behind Uther bulged, and Light Blade hit Bat Wings, causing him to take two steps back, while Drakuru took three steps back.
Different from ordinary Troll, at this time, the body of Drakuru that received Lich King's Darkness Power has collided and twisted, just like that Half is the extremely huge Troll Brutes, but the difference is that the body of Drakuru is enlarged in proportion, so it does not look very weird, but looks extremely huge.
Like other Troll, his waist is hunched, but even so, he has reached a height of 5 meters. In front of Uther, who is more than 2 meters tall, he is like a giant.
What Lich King gave him was not just death, but also the ability to control Necromancer and Frost. Therefore, outside of his deep blue skin, that thick layer of Frost was like a veil symbolizing uncleanness, shrouding Drakuru's side is not just a symbol of status. In fact, the effect of this layer of Frost is more like a Aura. Every time Uther is close to Drakuru, the attack speed will be seriously reduced by this layer of Frost.
This turned the battle between him and Drakuru from a surprise attack into a brutal tug-of-war. The two violent energies of darkness and Frost had successfully demolished the entire top floor of Drak'Salon Keep in less than 5 minutes. As the battle progressed, the platform and ruins at the top of the fortress were becoming larger and larger.
Any creature that enters this battle circle can easily tear anything apart with just the interlaced energy impact. However, even in a tug-of-war, Uther has the upper hand. There is an expanding and beating wound on Drakuru's chest, which was torn open by Death's Verdict, less than a finger away from his heart.
But there was no blood flowing out of the wound. On the contrary, what was dripping on the messy ground was black pus and blood. Obviously, this was Torment brought by Apocalypse.
"Ha... ha... I won't die here!"
Drakuru panted heavily and moved his sore arms. He endured the effects of Pain on his body and soul at the same time, and then looked at Death Knight who was silent in front of him. This guy was so powerful that he had never seen before, even... even comparable to Arthas when he first met. This discovery made Drakuru's body tremble a little.
He always believed that he was on the winning side, but after Uther appeared, his idea began to waver, but he had no way to turn back. Not to mention the things that were far away, even if he was right in front of him, this Death Knight would not let him go so easily.
"I've come this far, I've sided with the darkness, and I won't lose! I won't... won't lose!"
"Bang!"
Before Drakuru finished speaking, Dark Wings behind Uther opened suddenly, like a predatory Bat, and moved towards Troll rushed over. Bone Sword's sword edge was covered with sharp barbs. Even if it was only scratched by this vicious weapon, the strong corrosion inside would rush into the body along the wound and wreak havoc crazily.
Drakuru had already tasted that feeling once, and he didn't want to taste it again, so he chose to retreat. As Drakuru waved his arms, Ice Blue-colored energy surged out of his palms, building a thick wall of ice in front of him. Of course, he didn't expect this wall to block Uther, he just needed to buy a little time!
Yes, just a little time!
Troll turned around and took out a delicate bottle from his arms. There was a blue viscous liquid surging in it, exuding the smell of Arcane Power. It was a rare resource of Mojo and Troll since ancient times... Of course, you'd better not ask how this thing was made.
He threw the Mojo far away and hit it accurately on the big fire pot behind the top of the Drak'Tharon Keep. The Mojo was poured into it. The extinguished black fire pot was ignited at this moment, and the faint blue flame danced on the fire pot. In just an instant, the flames shot up to two meters high.
Obviously, this is definitely not just an ordinary brazier.
"Bang"
The Ice Wall created by Drakuru could not even hinder the progress of Uther. The moment Drakuru turned around, the Ice Wall behind him had been broken by the unbearable force and turned into complete ice, spreading in all directions.
Uther looked at Drakuru, a trace of cruelty flashed in his eyes, and there was an obvious inhalation movement on his chest and abdomen. As Bat Wings behind him disappeared in vain at this moment, Drakuru realized that something was wrong, but before he could react, a head of Bone Dragon, which was completely composed of Frost, had appeared above Uther's head.
As Death Knight exhaled air, Frost Wyrm also sprayed the deadly Frost forward. The real Frost was transferred. The huge Death Power condensed into Ice Stream, but at the moment of contact, Drakuru's raised arms were already frozen, and Frost seemed to have its own life, moving upward Spread along his arms. Finally, Bone Dragon's head turned into little Frost flowers and disappeared. At that time, Wings behind Uther appeared again, and Drakuru, except for his head that could still move, his entire body had been sealed in ice.
This is not the same as Storm set off by Thassarian. With Uther's control over death, Drakuru cannot escape at all.
In fact, if it weren't for the obstructive Ice Aura, he wouldn't be able to support himself at this stage.
"Bang"
"Pfft!"
The newly formed ice exploded in the next second, and the Bone Runeblade pierced Drakuru's heart. Uther's height, arm length, and the length of the sword's blade just made it possible for Bones's blade to pierce his heart.
Troll's expression changed dramatically at this moment. Before he felt the Pain that made his eyes darken, he heard Uther's voice. That was the first time he heard his voice after the war started.
"You are afraid... Then die with fear."
"Bang!"
Drakuru used his last strength to push Uther away, and Bone Runeblade also left his wound, but black blood sprayed out, that kind of smooth Viper The double Pain that gnawed at the soul and body made Drakuru stagger and fell to his knees on the ground. He opened his mouth and vomited out blood with internal organs Fragments. He covered his chest and struggled,
"No... I won't... won't... die."
"Master, master... save... uh..."
Drakuru's huge body hit the ground covered by Ice and death. Behind him, Uther put away Bone Sword indifferently. However, the next moment, he saw the ghost Blue Flame that had been ignited, as well as the power that was constantly vibrating in the air.
The Bat Wings behind Uther bulged, completely covering the body, and then quickly retreated, but... it was too late.
A faint blue sword edge swung down from the air. Although Uther had already avoided the range of the battle, under the invisible blade that flew out, he was blocked by the darkness Bat Wings in front of him. It was as if he had encountered butter with a hot dinner knife and was cut open easily.
Death Knight held the sword in his left hand and held the crossbar in his right hand. He blocked Death's Verdict above his body and collided with the invisible blade. At this moment, the ground under Uther's feet was shattered layer by layer, even buried in the crook of his feet. Uther's body trembled, but in the end he blocked the blow.
"Uh...Uther, we haven't seen each other for a long time."
A thick and deep voice came from the air, and a shadow broke through the air and appeared on the top of Drak'Salon Keep. It was the guy carrying Helm of Domination and wearing Skeleton armor. He was the master of death, the former king of this land. Substantial death screamed behind him, and fear, with the moment he appeared, had already started wailing.
The whole Zul'Drak cold wind blew up at this moment, as if to welcome his own king, and the image of Uther was reflected in his Ice Blue-colored eyes, which was substantial hatred.
He could never forget that the last time, it was this guy who almost killed him, completely, even his soul was completely Obliterate.
Of course, there is also that damn Runeblade...
Of course, what came was not Arthas himself, it was just a phantom that he differentiated with the help of Mojo burned by Drakuru. But the sword he just slashed was actually swung by him. Otherwise, with Uther's current level, it would be impossible to be hurt by a phantom.
"Arthas! I have always missed you since we were separated last time!"
Uther's voice became excited in vain. Also excited was Runeblade in his hand. Apocalypse, it felt the aura from the same source coming from Frostmourne, and it began to beat crazily in the hands of Uther. The greedy soul hidden in that sword was affecting Uther. After it completely surrendered, this was almost something that had never happened before.
It's commanding him!
It is driving him to fight Arthas. It is impatient and wants to "reunite" with its brother.
Presumably Frostmourne, who was far away from Icecrown Citadel, had the same impulse, but neither of the two sword-holders would be affected by such emotions. Uther raised his head and looked at Arthas floating in the sky with cold blue eyes.
"What a pity you didn't kill me at Naxxramas, Arthas, that was your last chance! I will soon "visit" you with the most powerful Champion in the world, break through your damn mouse hole, catch you, and strangle you to death!"
"I swear I will do it! And it won't be long!"
Every word of this voice was gnashed with teeth. It's no wonder that the grudge between these two people is difficult to describe clearly in words. However, facing Uther who seemed to be emotionally the Master, Arthas's reaction was much colder. He looked back at Drakuru's body and saw Looking at the wound penetrated by Apocalypse, Lich King shook his head regretfully. Drakuru expected Lich King to save him, but the poor Troll obviously didn't know that the guy killed by Apocalypse could never be saved.
His soul has become the plaything of Runeblade.
"What a pity, that's a very useful pawn... but it doesn't matter, I still have many guys like him..."
Arthas's figure slowly faded in the air, and he looked back at Uther,
"Celebrate this victory, Uther, you will soon have no chance...Angrathar will become your final graveyard, you and I both know this!"
"I have always known that when your miserable soul is tortured by Torment and you kneel in front of me to beg for forgiveness, I will cruelly reject you... Yes, this is the final outcome of this war. Your soul, and the souls of others, will all be mine!"
"Hahahaha, you are fighting Walk with Death, but unfortunately, that is my ally!"
The figure of Arthas finally disappeared in the deep laughter. Uther stood there for a long time. Finally, he raised his head and looked at the entire Zul'Drak from the top of Drak'Tharon Keep. A few fires jumped in the air, which was the burning Scourge Necropolis.
Obviously, there's good news to come... They won, and that's enough, isn't it?