The other end of the battlefield that determines the world Fate is not in Frozen Throne, but it is definitely not too far away from there. The moment the decisive battle between Hero and Arthas begins, the entire The purple soul dissipating inside Forge of Souls became more turbulent. Walking in this deep, cold passage filled with Death Aura, Jaina felt the slightest bit of coldness as the extremely cold current wrapped around his body.
The Battle Mages of Kirin Tor indulged themselves in the humiliation suffered by Dalaran, in the form of anger Storm, swaying it on those Undead who tried to block the road ahead. In the E group, in this metal spider web-like building made of intertwined black Saronite steel beams, the most elite people under Arthas's command are arranged.
But even they were nothing compared to the menacing Ethereum Army led by three Archmage.
Father of Souls Bronjahm, who was guarding the front of Forge of Souls, struggled to guard the road leading to the deepest place, but in this duel with Mage, he was defeated from the beginning.
The three Mage on the opposite side are not easy to pick at random, let alone the scene where they launch attacks at the same time. The hatred between the brothers and sisters Jaina and Rhonin has accumulated to the extreme. The scorching fireball Storm and the extremely cold white ice flow were constantly colliding around Bronjahm's body. He struggled to extract the purple power from Forge of Souls to form a shield.
But at the moment when the shield was just formed, a glimmer of light flashed in Khadgar's narrowed eyes. He raised his left hand, and the three mixed groups of purple Arcane fired with energy The form of Longspear burst into the air, split quickly 1 meter in front of Father of Souls, and accurately hit Arcane Node next to Bronjahm.
Arcane is not as violent as the flames, nor as sharp as Ice, but its unique blasting effect still completely exploded the newly closed Arcane Node in an instant. The newly formed soul shield also turned into a chaotic purple force with a slight buzzing sound, and dissipated around Bronjahm's body.
Poor Father of Souls, Mage, whose name sounds like a ruthless character, can only activate the upward Magic Trinket, trying to block the next. Gale rains heavily, but unfortunately, in the face of Mage of Rhonin and Jaina, a mere Magic Trinket is almost no different from paper.
"Go to confession at Hell! Idiot!"
Jaina controls Flow of the First. Under her will, the white Ice Arcane Power is almost perfectly connected to the window opened by Khadgar. Along with Mage Young Lady's fingers waved, and Rules's cold ice completely froze half of Bronjahm's body in the blink of an eye.
Ice is good at controlling magic. Although for Bronjahm, this kind of freezing may only need to be encouraged by Arcane Power to break it, but Rhonin did not leave him the chance.
The current leader of Dalaran, who was always smiling, stepped to Bronjahm's side in the broken light of Blink, breathing visibly in his chest. The next moment, a Dragon head made entirely of flames appeared above his head, and then Flame Storm, as hot as Dragonfire, spurted out from it.
Melting steel?
No... the Dragon's Breath used by Archmage like Rhonin can even ignite a small City in an instant. The sufficient Arcane Power in their bodies and the deep contact with Ley Line give them more delicate control of Arcane Power. For Mage, the more delicate the control of Arcane Power, the greater the power of each magic thrown.
The Dragon's Breath in front of you may be weaker than the current Fire Magic number one Kael'thas, but for Bronjahm, a demon Mage who is not considered a top-notch person, without any protection and being imprisoned in place, the end result of taking this Dragon's Breath is...
"Bang"
Most of the body was thrown out by the burnt corpse,
The Flames poured into his brain from his eyes, mouth and ears destroyed his life in an instant. The magic shield and distance were Mage's life. Unfortunately, Bronjahm violated this principle... so he died miserably.
"Clear this place!"
Rhonin waved to Kirin Tor Battle Mage behind him and issued a new order. The three leaders left the team, and Liadrin, who led Paladin to kill Undead, also joined them. They rushed forward quickly from the passage behind Bronjahm.
The more violent Arcane Power is beating from the air, he can feel the presence in front of him...Forge of Souls, the place where the stolen souls of Arthas are stored. According to the news brought by Plugger, only by sealing the place can the connection between All Souls and Frostmourne be completely cut off.
Without those souls, only the Heros who rush into Frozen Throne can defeat Arthas.
However, this road is destined to be difficult, so everyone is mentally prepared when they step here.
After they crossed the second dark corridor and used Blizzard and Flamestrike to burn the large group of Skeleton Mages blocking the road into Ashes, they saw the purple furnace that stood almost completely in the center of the entire Forge of Souls... that was carved into a Bones the Great Forge, which looks like Skeleton, exudes some kind of special flame.
From the eyes of Skeleton, the purple soul fire kept beating, lighting up the end of the darkness, but it was not hot or even warm. It was so cold that one could not help but stand on end of the hair.
There are also the souls flying around the entire steel Forge. They are wailing and roaring. The end result of being continuously tempered in the soul furnace is to completely lose all will and become an irrational monster.
The substantial soul is constantly dancing in the coldness of the stove, becoming distorted in this way. That scene can definitely scare people crazy.
Thousands of ghosts cry, thousands of forests, if there really is Hell... then there is no doubt that it is here.
The beating Light and Shadow also illuminated the black figure holding the blood-colored Staff. He stood among the purple flames, wearing a thick black robe. His long white hair and beard were the same as before, slowly floating on his chest, as well as his illusory face and familiar outline.
That is the person they remember, that wise leader, that uncompromising fighter.
Unfortunately, that was no longer the elder they remembered. His eyes were cold and ruthless, and the Ice Blue-colored light swept across the people in front of him like a sickle. He gently opened his left hand, and a purple soul fire beat rapidly, twisted, and burned in the palm of his hand.
It's like everyone's mood at this time.
"Master Antonidas... you..."
Khadgar couldn't help but take a step forward, but was stopped by old Mage the next moment.
"Don't go forward... The living, what I protect is a mission that you can't imagine. What I shoulder is a cold and heavy Fate... Death, that is a gap that you cannot cross, that is a future that you cannot understand, so... don't go forward."
Old Mage looked past Khadgar, past Liadrin holding a shield to defend, and finally stopped at Rhonin and Jaina.
"Go back... Children, don't try to Redemption me. The knowledge I taught you is far from enough to complete this task... Go back and don't come back again."
"I have fallen into darkness, I no longer belong to the light."
"I refuse!"
Jaina took a step forward, her blue eyes were filled with the looks of Sorrow and Anger, but in the end, this light turned into calm water waves. This was the emotion before the battle began. She made a decision and would never regret it again.
In the past few years, she and Dick lived together. Unknowingly, when she spoke, she also had a hint of Dick... firm and never compromised.
"I refuse your advice... We must bring you out. This is a responsibility engraved in our bones. I can't just watch my Mentor... my father... suffer like this."
Rhonin also took a step forward. The Ram-Head Staff behind him was held in his hand. The Silver Bell tied under the sheep's head jingled. His eyes were equally firm.
"So we are here, Mentor. It was you who protected us and sheltered Dalaran in the past. Now, it is time for Dalaran to do something for you... If you still have the last bit of sanity, please help us... Don't give in, don't give in to the soul of Evil!"
The black-robed Mage was silent...2 seconds later, the soul fire in his hand expanded rapidly and turned into a burning purple wall of Flames, completely covering the Forge of Souls behind him.
He gently shook his sleeves, just like he had said countless times before in class...
"Then, come on! My children, let me, the old Mage, who has walked too far in the darkness, see your growth. Let me see if your wings are strong enough to bear the weight of this world..."
The light yellow Arcane Power Halo slowly lit up behind Antonidas, and five phantoms exactly like him were summoned by this powerful time Mage from other Timeline. His voices overlapped, just like those of real villains.
"Fate is a closed door, and time is a window, come on... my children, in front of me, challenge this Fate that has become Chaos."
The next moment, the purple Arcane, the red flame and Ice Blue's Frost, and the Holy Light that dispels the darkness, are in the same place. Time shone out from the hall opposite Antonidas, and the dazzling light collided with the exploding Dark Energy, causing the entire Forge of Souls to tremble.
The master-disciple war... has begun.
On the other side, East of Forge of Souls, also in such a cold and dead passage, Kael'thas called out to Elemental Phoenix, The beautiful creature named Ao screamed and dissipated in the air, like a scorching Heavenly Fire falling from the sky. Under the will of its owner, it completely covered every inch of Halls of Reflection in front of it.
Arthas's most loyal bodyguard, Falric and Marwyn of Resurrection carried the elite Lordaeron with difficulty in this flame Expedition Force and Undead kept rushing forward, but they had no chance in front of Azeroth's most powerful flame master.
and Father of Souls Bronjahm is different from the unqualified Mage. Kael'thas strictly keeps the distance between himself and his opponent. Under the sharp edge of the Sunstrider's Pride he is holding in his hand, Flames, which is burning and has melted the surrounding Saronite, becomes even crazier and more... unstoppable.
Kael'thas's eyes did not stay on those Undead who were about to be Obliterate. His eyes crossed the blazing sea of flames and saw the senior Elf Mage at the end of Halls of Reflection who was wearing a green robe and carrying Monocle. Undead, that guy is also looking at him without fear.
"Dar'Khan... You panic-stricken rat, look, I opened up your mouse hole just to catch you... Don't worry, I will "catch up" with you."