The top level of Icecrown Citadel is Frozen Throne, which is where Arthas is. After Dick and others rushed into Icecrown Citadel, Arthas uncharacteristically did not get out of his own The throne resisted the enemy and did not even summon back those subordinates scattered around the entire Icecrown Glacier. To be honest, this was not something that made Joy worry, especially for the soldiers who had already rushed into this dark fortress. This unexpected situation made people a little worried.
But there will be no shortage of battles... No one wants to be stuck in Icecrown Citadel by his damn subordinates when fighting against Arthas.
"Valanar is dead... you killed him. Although I don't like him, I feel I have a responsibility for him Revenge!"
Crimson Hall Before, a deep voice echoed inside the hall. The voice was hazy and evil, making people's skin crawl all over their bodies, but it was not because of the cold.
High Elf, who was wearing a black robe, stood on the edge of his high platform. His narrow eyes glanced at Paladin who walked into the hall. The sharp teeth at the corners of his mouth were exposed at this moment. On the other side, his companion raised Longsword inlaid with green jewels.
"Okay, Keleseth, this is not an opponent you can kill casually. We'd better find some companions."
Saying this, San'layn, whose body was wrapped in a green robe, glanced at Dick's body with malicious eyes. Paladin did not look at him, but instead focused on the orbs above the two Blood Prince's heads.
It was a giant sphere that was watered by blood and made up of flowing blood. Full of blood power, it was suspended on the top floor of the Crimson Hall, like a light, spreading a crimson light to the entire hall. This was definitely a real treasure for the San'layns who made a living by sucking blood. Bathed in this blood light, their bodies could hardly feel hunger or thirst.
But what Paladin is concerned about is the extra effect of this orb.
After 2 seconds, his eyes finally fell on Keleseth and Taldaram in front of him. He pondered for a moment and asked,
"I guess this orb blocks the road to Frozen Throne, right?"
The two Blood Prince looked at him and clenched their weapons. Obviously they knew where this Paladin came from and what kind of person he was, but they didn't seem to want to answer his question. Dick pursed his lips. After just fighting with the High-ranking Undead on the upper floor of the spire, he was somewhat tired. After all, killing Arthas's Elite Burning Legion with one person was a real effort. He didn't want to have a meaningless battle, so he continued to ask,
"Then can you help me open the way to Frozen Throne?"
Blood Prince also did not speak. The next moment, the Great Door that were sealed around the Crimson Hall suddenly opened at this moment. The bodies of San'layn who rushed out from the resting place turned into blood shadows in the air, flowed in the air, and finally landed, surrounding Dick.
"So... that's your answer?"
Dick's left hand touched the hilt of Windfury's sword behind him. A golden Light Wisp and a blue Water Wisp also appeared on his shoulders. Paladin glanced at Blood Prince, who was striding down from the high platform in front of him, and shook his head.
"Looks like there's still going to be a fight."
"We have a numerical advantage! Dick, you are just a Heroic Paladin, this is your burial place!"
Facing Keleseth's provocation, Paladin tilted his head and said to Anveena sitting on his shoulder,
"He said they had a numerical advantage..."
"Hit him!"
Ten minutes later, Dick's Longsword pierced the chest of the San'layn soldier blocking him, then took a step forward and pressed his burning left hand on who was trying to escape. On Keleseth's forehead, Paladin's face had several wounds scratched by these damn Vampire. Behind him, nearly a hundred San'layn Vampire turned into coke in the surging Holy Light Tide,
As for Prince Ramthal, in the fierce battle just now, his chest was pierced by Anveena and Lei Shi one after the other. The energy of Elements exploded in his body, and he died miserably. "Look, this is your numerical advantage."
Dick stepped on the chest of San'layn, who was still struggling. He looked at Keleseth, whose eyes were shining with fear, and suddenly lost the relationship with this family. In order to show his interest in joking, he exerted slight force with his left hand and right foot, and the hot Holy Light pierced Keleseth's forehead and the cold heart of San'layn at his feet like a knife.
"Poof"
The last mouthful of blood spurted on the ground of the Crimson Hall. Blood Prince's eyeless eyes were finally scattered in the bright red Crimson Hall. His numerical advantage became a joke. The Holy Light Tide jointly activated by Dick and Anveena was a sharp weapon against any Undead group. The speed of Paladin itself with Lightning almost completely defeated the agile fighting style of San'layn. It can only be said that they chose the wrong opponent.
Dick doesn't need an army... because he can fight an army on his own.
Anveena flapped her wings and flew to the side of the blood orb. She waved the Fire of Justice in her hand, screamed twice, and knocked down the bright red, constantly flowing front of the orb with a hammer. Completely opposite energies kept clashing in the orb, Obliterate, and finally exploded the orb. At this moment, the bright red light spread all over the corners of the Crimson Hall.
At the same time, behind Dick, a low "" sound also sounded from inside the giant icicle that penetrated the entire Icecrown Fortress.
Paladin looked back, and a cold white light had begun to flow on the icicles inside Icecrown Citadel, which meant... the road to the throne of Arthas was open.
"Ah, righteous Champions, I have been waiting for you for a long time. Come, come to me... I will mercifully grant you the final death. You are worthy of my own hands!"
At this moment, the voice of Arthas sounded in the ears of everyone inside Icecrown Citadel, Tirion Fordring, Saurfang, Velen, and Ashbringer who had just E Mograine, who was pulled out of Professor Putricide's heart, set his sights higher at this moment. Arthas had already sent out an invitation, and now it was time for them to give him a reply.
"Bass"
Ashbringer, who was as shining as Pillar of Light, was carried behind Mograine. He turned and left from the hall. Behind him, the twisted and unsightly body of Professor Putricide, In the gradually spreading Holy Light flame, it kept burning. Soon, the flame grew bigger and bigger, and finally turned into Ashes all over the ground. In the Icecrown Citadel cold wind, it blew into the filthy air.
In the clearing below him, Troll Chieftain Vol'jin manipulated the mysterious power of shadow and appeared from behind the huge Abomination that sprayed green ooze, with ancient Runes wooden Spears engraved in his hands. suddenly passed through the brain of the disgusting creature named Rotface. When the monster fell, Shadow Hunter's body also reappeared in the open space on the side.
He shook off the green ooze stained on Spear, carried it behind his back, then picked up his Red Warblade from the ground and walked towards the icicle at the deepest part of Icecrown Citadel.
Before the icicle, Vol'jin met Uther, who ended the battle earlier than him. This indifferent Death Knight Highlord glanced at Troll Chieftain snorted and strode into the white cold light surging on the surface of the icicle. Vol'jin didn't care. The trench of life and death is not that easy to cross. Although they are in the same camp, Uther is undoubtedly the most special one, but this gap does not exist for a day or two. Again, there are more important things to do right now.
Then, he also strode into the surging light. Behind them, the elite raiding soldiers, whether they were Orcs from Orgrimmar, Tauren from Thunder Bluff, or Ironforge's Dwarves, or the arrogant Elf, were all led by their respective Commander, struggling to fight against every Defensive Line of Icecrown Citadel.
Soldiers versus soldiers, generals, everyone has his own opponent. Before Arthas is crowned, they must persevere and win the last time for these most fearless and most Courage warriors. On the Angrathar battlefield outside Icecrown Citadel, in Echo Valley, and throughout Icecrown Glacier, hundreds of thousands of people are fighting side by side with them, and the result of their battle will undoubtedly change the Fate of the entire world.
At this time, when Vol'jin recovered from the brief dizziness caused by the teleportation, on the ground in front of him, there was Frozen Throne towering above Icecrown Glacier, with a diameter of nearly On a large platform 300 meters away, his companions stood in front, holding swords in their hands, and on the other side of the platform, in the center of an ice peak that looked like a palm open to the sky, a carved Frost throne stood there.
Nearly 10 meters higher than the platform, in the center is a vertical Ice staircase, which looks unusually thick in the cold wind and falling snow. On the throne, the one wearing Ice Blue-colored Skeleton armor, Helm of Domination on his head, and holding Runeblade The figure of Frostmourne just sat there, just like King sitting on the throne. The cold wind blew his bone-white hair, and the light shining in his eyes was colder than any ice wind.
It's like the endless roar of Northlands from this side.
"Arthas... Here we come!"
Tirion Fordring walked forward, there were still traces of being Mal'Ganis on his body Lord's soul flame caused black scars, but his old and strong eyes looked at King of the Dead sitting on the throne without fear, without flinching, behind him, Dick, Mograine, Uther, Vol'jin, Saurfang, Velen, these most powerful people in the world stood there, forming a stronger whole, and issued a challenge to Arthas.
"Hehehe... Holy Light, who claims to be righteous, is finally here... I have been looking forward to it for too long, but I have a question..."
Arthas stood up from the throne. He stood there with his arms spread wide. The howling cold wind and snowflakes suddenly expanded several times at this moment, blowing everyone's hair and clothes. Arthas's mocking voice was also mixed in,
"Should I let go of Frostmourne and beg for your forgiveness? Tirion Fordring, oh, by the way, there is also my dear teacher, Mr. Uther, and my Mr. Mograine, my most loyal friend and subordinate, Knight Dick... And you, the filthy beast, and a... creature I don't know. In order to fight against death, you and the beast have joined forces. Am I deeply honored?"
"We'll give you a quick death, Arthas!"
Old Mograine received the news of the death of his rebellious son Renault from Darion. He was not sad about the ending of Renault, but saw the culprit in front of him who seduced his son Corruption., the old knight's Anger was simply beyond words, and Uther took a step forward, his voice was extremely cold, Death's Verdict kept buzzing in his hand, and this Runeblade was also looking forward to meeting his "brother" again,
"For you who have committed numerous crimes, this is the greatest mercy!"
"Hehehe, be kind!"
Arthas's voice became deeper at this moment, as if adding vibrato, and the whole Frozen Throne began to shake. Not only the black energy, but also the purple soul, rose up from Frozen Throne behind him, and accompanied by the thick ice and snow Storm, wrapped around Arthas's body.
"Let me tell you what mercy is! When everything is over, you will kneel down and beg for my forgiveness... and I will reject you with "mercy". Your Pain wailing will be the best proof of my endless power! Don't worry... I will let you live to see all this!"
Lich King strode down the stairs, his voice became thicker and thicker, like thunder in the sky, accompanied by the swaying of the entire Frozen Throne, constantly bombarding everyone's ears, just like the lamentation of the entire earth before the end of the world,
"You will become the sharpest sword in my hand, and you will completely subvert this Weaklings world for me... I want a world of death, starting from here! Starting from now..."