Above Frozen Throne, under the dark sky, Lich King is swaying its power wantonly. The cold wind is like a knife, and death is like a shadow. It is so thick that it is suffocating, and it is so deep that Despair. Well... it's not just an exaggeration.
When Frostmourne was swung, the first one to rush forward was Uther. The whole Fate was tightly entangled with Arthas and Death Knight. Highlord couldn't suppress the murderous intention in his heart at all. Old Mograine followed closely behind, and two giant energy swords, one black and one gold, struck Arthas on the head, but that Runeblade, Ice Blue-colored Frostmourne, the seven-color Runes on the sword's blade completely lit up at this moment, and there were two dark purple edges on the sword's blade.
"Bang"
Death's Verdict and Frostmourne collided together, and the two extremely vicious Runeblade buzzed at the same moment. The meeting of these "brothers" was obviously more "warm". The eyes of Arthas and Uther also met at this moment. The master and apprentice drew back their sword blades almost at the same time, and collided with each other again.
"Bang"
"I crossed the vast sea of death to come to you...Arthas, I swear on my name, you are dead! Just today!"
"Poof"
As soon as Uther finished speaking, a burning Longsword shining with Golden Light pierced Arthas's chest, Mograine There was no Execute opponent's Joy on his face, because Arthas had no defense at all, and it was as if he was letting Ashbringer pass through his body.
"Haha... what nonsense are you talking about..."
Arthas turned his head and looked at Longsword who stabbed his chest. He tilted his head and looked at Mograine and Uther who had solemn faces. A cruel smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
"Do you really think... you can kill me on my 'sacred' land? Do you really think I have only so much power in death?"
"Oh, how stupid!"
"Get out of the way!"
Saurfang sensed something was wrong for the first time and rushed to the rescue. The one who was faster than him was Avatar Lightning's Dick, and Velen raised their hands to cover the heavy shields on the bodies of Mograine and Uther, but the next moment, a black light that penetrated the sky and the earth flashed through everyone's eyes, like black lightning passing through the sky.
Uther, Mograine, Saurfang, Dick... This powerful man who could attack almost any capital in the world when united, was forced back by Arthas with one sword... No, the word forced back is too complimentary. From From Mograine's broken armor, the scar on Uther's chest that almost penetrated his chest, as well as the panting Dick who appeared in the same position and Saurfang covering his arms, it can be seen that their combined offensive was completely forced back under the sword of Arthas.
"This is impossible!!"
Uther's dry voice was full of disbelief Anger. He looked at Arthas, whose body was recovering rapidly, like an enraged Tiger, "How could you... force so much!"
"Haha... did you think I would tell you?"
Arthas laughed and slashed the charging Tirion Fordring away with his sword, like an adult wielding a bat bullying a group of helpless children. Obviously, this was the reason why he didn't go out to fight the enemy before. Within Frozen Throne, he was almost Invincible's!
He wanted to rush towards everyone, but a golden barrier rose from the ground, blocking him from the center. Velen maintained the golden barrier with his left hand, and Staff in the other hand tapped in the air to restore everyone's injuries caused at that moment.
"Ahem... it's that sword!"
Dick rubbed his chest, stood up with Fire of Justice, and said quickly in a low voice, "Do you remember the news from Plugger? Now it seems that it is true!"
Paladin's eyes fell on Frostmourne who kept screaming, "We all underestimated that sword... Every time it kills a person, it will absorb a person's soul and give a bit of power to the sword holder.
How many people did Arthas kill? No one knows..." "Well, you are right, Dick!"
Arthas also heard Paladin's explanation. He smashed the golden barrier in front of him with one sword, letting the golden light spots fall on him, stirring up waves of black whirlpools. He laughed, as if he had a winning ticket. He stretched out his left hand, and two white lights converged into a high-speed rotating Frost Orb in his palm. He threw the thing in the direction of everyone.
"Frostmourne is the strongest Artifact in the world! He sheds blood to show his sharpness, and eats souls to show his power! With the blessing of the strongest power in the world, which one of you can be my opponent? No one! Even God... must fall in front of me!"
The high-speed rotating Frost Orb exploded around everyone's bodies, but they failed to hurt anyone. The most powerful Champion of Azeroth gathered here. It was not that simple for Arthas to kill them, but at this time, he felt like a cat and mouse. He summoned dozens of tall Vrykul with ease. Necromancer entangled the others, then walked quickly towards Velen with his sword in the wind and snow. His instinct told him that this Demigod level Draenei old Priest, this guy who can almost do any damage to Healing in an instant, is the most critical person in this battle.
Of course, while whipping up the black Dark Gale wind to smash Tirion Fordring towards Holy Light Hammer Obliterate, he also summoned groups of Gargoyle to harass those Hero's attacks. He also did not forget to taunt,
"A weak attack like that just now... you have to kill me more than 2 million times, but I don't think you have that chance... kneel to me! Otherwise, die!"
Frostmourne, which was slashing towards Velen, was blocked by Warhammer, which was burning with white and silver flames. The white Silver Flame and the dark Light and Shadow collided and intertwined, Lightning overflowed, Dick's head raised, and the edges of his eyes shone with golden light. Behind him, three pairs of The golden Wings kept beating, and the voice of Hymn resounded throughout the audience. With the fifty percent power of Avenging Wrath, Velen quickly threw the super strong Blessing onto Dick's body. This was the first time that Arthas's sword blade was stably blocked.
"Looks like you're not as strong as you thought! My Lich King His Majesty..."
Dick looked below Helm of Domination, with those cold eyes, as if he had seen another Desolation world, "The human body still binds you. Even if Frostmourne can increase your power infinitely, your body has already determined the upper limit of your power... Look, you are nothing more than this..."
"So what? Dick... Even if you see through this secret, so what? In my eyes... you are just a slightly stronger... ant... ant, how can you kill me? Stop joking! Accept your Fate!"
Arthas did not panic. He retracted the sword blade and slashed across again. The dark Storm pierced Dick's Holy Light Shield in an instant. However, before cutting open Paladin's body, it was blocked by a tattered iron shield full of scars.
Dick's body took a step back under the heavy blow. He gritted his teeth and endured the soreness and numbness in his arms.
"Not great! But I have to say... you really underestimated us!"
The next moment, Paladin's voice sounded in the cold wind like Frozen Throne whistling into Storm, resounding through everyone's ears,
"Destroy the ice peak on the throne and cut off his connection with Forge of Souls! The soul stored by Frostmourne is limited, don't be deceived by him!"
"Bang"
As soon as Dick finished speaking, Arthas became really angry. This Lich King held the sword with both hands. The dark blade could not even be seen in the air. He struck hard three times in a row and completely "smashed" Dick out from in front of Velen. Frostmourne was not enough to destroy Aegis of Aggramar's strength, but Dick's arm was still shaken and blood flowed out. Arthas is Demigod after all. Even if he cannot kill with one hit, the power of each of his blows now is similar to the power of Dick in its full state.
Without the support of Azeroth's strongest Priest Velen, Paladin would have collapsed due to excessive injuries.
But just when his dark blade was about to pierce Velen's shield, Uther's dark Bat Wings filled the gap where Dick was knocked away at this moment, Death's Verdict and Frostmourne collided again. Uther took several steps back to stabilize his body. At this time, Arthas was really like an unstoppable beast, and its brute force was terrifying and astonishing.
Arthas repelled Uther, and the same broken shield appeared in front of him. This time the shield hit harder, and the scorching Holy Light also tore it apart. After breaking his dark shield, Dick's huge force smashed Arthas's head to the other side, and his neck made a crisp sound, but Lich King didn't care!
He would not die, so he launched a counterattack at the first opportunity.
Frostmourne's sword shadow whizzed past Dick's chest. Paladin took a few steps back as if struck by lightning, and then was quickly rushed over by Velen's left hand covered his shoulder, and after Frostmourne rubbed his chest, a wound full of Darkness Power was left. Darkness and Holy Light collided and fought madly.
The next moment, from the silent Velen's hand, the beating Holy Light smoothed the wound instantly. Dick took a deep breath and mobilized the max Holy Power. After Uther was chopped away by a sword, it once again filled his position.
The trio has formed, not to kill or destroy, just to stop Arthas's attack!
At this moment, Dick faded from Hero to Aura, and like a real soldier, he rushed forward again and again without fear.
Uther has also become a reliable deputy. When Dick retreats, he steps forward to stop Arthas.
The Holy Light Tide rolled up by Anveena struggled to withstand the siege of the increasing number of Necromancer. Dick himself cooperated with the Holy Light thrown by Velen in the cold wind. Chains, Uther's Death Grip, holding Warhammer heavy shield, the posture is ugly, even similar to a stalker, trying to wrap up the currently unshakable Arthas, on the other side, Tirion Fordring, Mograine and Saurfang, Vol'jin, these people have also lost their Hero and Aura. They are like pawns driven by others, desperately attacking the five solid Ice peaks.
The power of Holy Light, the power of death, the power of Anger, the power of Voodoo...Light and Shadow flying in the sky completely illuminates this eternal dark sky. In all of this, on this throne, there is no Hero... but everyone is Hero, for the great goal, noble sacrifice is necessary, it's just a mere name, and the way Arthas said nothing, and struggled towards the throne under the obstruction of Dick and Velen, clearly explained everything... This is his Achilles' heel!
"Don't even think about... the past!"
Dick holds Aegis of Aggramar in front of him, and holds the short-handled Fire of Justice in his other hand. Holy Light is burning like a golden wall of fire, blocking Arthas. Behind him is the ladder leading to the Top of the Throne. Behind him is his companion. He will never retreat!
"Get away! Ant! My patience is exhausted!"
Arthas swung out a burst of extreme Ice, hitting Dick like a gust of wind. However, under Aegis of Aggramar's almost Invincible defense, Dick was only pushed back two steps. He walked up the throne ladder, Dick Avatar Lightning, rushed forward, and the golden thunder shadow hit the wall-like layer of Crimson Shield on the surface of his body, creating a crack.
Uther rushed out of the cold wind beside him, and Death's Verdict struck the crack with precision, completely tearing Spirit Realm Shield from Arthas. Death's Verdict's sword blade pierced Lich King's chest again.
The force was so fierce that Arthas stepped back down the steps. As for the fatal injury, he didn't care!
"I told you! Come here and get out of here!"
Frostmourne roared and slashed over. This blow was mixed with Arthas's real anger. In the air where the blade touched, a black Spatial Rift even appeared. Uther's expression changed drastically. The Bat Wings behind him opened up and retreated quickly, while Lich King no longer cared about his "demeanor", he Anger pointed Frostmourne at Dick. The next moment, the ice coffin that appeared once on Dragonblight appeared again, but the trick that had been used once was no longer a threat to Paladin.
The moment Frostmourne's sword blade turned towards him, Dick's figure immediately transformed into Lightning and disappeared in place. This ice coffin failed!
But Arthas, who was bothered endlessly by Dick and Uther, also got an opening!
The Runeblade in his hand was raised to the sky, and the black Lightning kept beating on the blade. The purple soul was flying from the blade, like a purple shadow, spinning rapidly around Arthas. With his cold voice and Dick's extremely solemn face, he knew what Arthas was going to do.
"Vol'jin!"
"Frostmourne... I'm hungry!"
With Arthas's extremely deep voice, he suddenly thrust Frostmourne straight into the large platform at his feet. At this moment, almost endless Blizzard pierced the ground from the sharp sword. In an instant, it rushed in all directions, as if Invincible's iron hooves stepped on everything in front of it, the whole Frozen Throne was shaking, and even the whole Icecrown Glacier was shaking.
Countless purple Soul Storm are mixed in it, like Hell's Great Door being pulled apart, like the whistling Dragon Smashing against everything around, constantly tearing and screaming, it's like Anger's ultimate, like Azeroth's unprecedented destruction Storm, The entire Frozen Throne ground was completely torn apart by this Storm. No one could survive this kind of attack... This was no longer an attack by Arthas alone, it was a collective offensive of the endless souls in the entire Frostmourne blade.
"Hehehe... I no longer have any questions or doubts. You... you, you are... Azeroth the most powerful Champion. Not even the power of thousands of souls can defeat you! Your tenacity surprises me..."
Arthas stood up among the purple and frost-white Storm. He held Frostmourne in his hand, his deep voice mixed with a hint of victorious laughter,
"But is it really justice that drives you? I'm very curious, Tirion Fordring, Mograine, Dick... you united and brought the most powerful Champion in the world to me. This is exactly what I want!"
"Your silent sacrifice will be rewarded by me. Witness it with your own eyes, and I will turn you from corpses into my most powerful Warrior. Azeroth will fall into chaos in your hands! To destruction! And you, Dick... you the Betrayer, you will be the first corpse."
"Hahahaha! I will enjoy the irony! I will..."
Arthas's passionate voice announcing victory came to an end after the purple endless Storm came to an end, but just as he raised Frostmourne, ready to Resurrection When saw those corpses... he suddenly felt something. The next moment, the light pierced the diffuse Soul Storm, and Arthas couldn't help but let out an uncontrollable exclamation,
"How is this possible! You are actually... still alive!!"
"Ahem... I told you, you underestimate us too much! That Runeblade can't kill us...Arthas! In order to kill you... how can we be killed by you so easily..."