Silver Angel... let's call it Order Angel.
This special form is a form of power accidentally discovered by Dick when he dueled with Helya on the battlefield of Shadowlands, in addition to the power fusion with Anveena. formula, the conditions for its emergence are extremely harsh, requiring Dick and Anveena to reach the limit of the output frequency of Holy Light at the same time, and then this change in life form will occur.
And this Order Angel form, when it first appeared, only lasted less than 10 minutes in Shadowlands, but it was Shadowlands's special Rules that defeated that damn the Master, Helya.
Order Angel is currently Dick's real Killer, but he will not take the initiative to use it until the most critical moment, because... he cannot control it!
This form will extract part of Paladin's soul as the carrier of will, but not all of it. Therefore, it is not controlled by Dick, at least at this time, not yet... Dick can feel that if his Rank improves again, he should be able to fully master this special combat form.
But for Arthas, the monster that appeared in front of him was an out-and-out formidable opponent, especially with the addition of other people who had already freed up their hands, the soul power from Forge of Souls and Halls of Reflection Being sealed, even though all Icecrown Glacier and Undead were rushing towards Icecrown Citadel madly under the command of his will, Lich King's eyes were still cold at this moment.
Although for the first time, he had an ominous premonition that maybe... he would lose, and he would lose miserably.
Saurfang wiped the blood on his face, strode out and pulled out his ax from Permafrost next to him, and put it on his shoulder. Uther also moved his body that had just been burned by the light, leaning on Death's Verdict stood in another direction, then Tirion Fordring, then Mograine, and Velen walked to Vol'jin and helped the weak Shadow Hunter up.
Five people and five directions blocked all Arthas's escape routes.
The icy cold wind was still blowing, and snowflakes fell on the ground from around everyone. The whole Frozen Throne had been turned upside down. The original solemn and heavy scenery had now become broken and desolate, just like the scene Arthas faced at this time.
"I have to admit, you did a good job..."
The Lich King moved his wrists. He stretched out his hand and threw aside the black cloak that had been torn apart by the fierce battle. He stretched his arms and faced the upcoming decisive battle. This dead monarch also had the courage to fight to the death. He no longer held back, and completely spread the power in his body to the platform at his feet. The next moment, the awakened undead soldiers crawled out one by one from the solid frozen soil and guarded him.
Arthas knew that in a battle of this level, these ordinary Undead creatures could not play any role other than being cannon fodder, but what he needed now was cannon fodder. The moment they appeared, they rushed in the other four directions to buy their master the final time.
As for the one that poses the greatest threat, Arthas decided to take matters into his own hands.
His fingers gently brushed the edge of Frostmourne's sword, and the beating ghost Blue Flame kept flying on the blade. At this moment, Arthas, who decided to fight to the death, had a hint of awe around his body. After all, in Before becoming Lich King, he was once a brave Paladin and a conscientious Prince. He never lacked his due responsibilities and never lacked the last-ditch Courage.
He breathed a sigh of relief and lowered the sword blade. The cold blue flame slowly flowed along the blade, forming a diffuse light on the ground. He no longer paid attention to the Undead who were being slaughtered. He just looked at the silver creature in front of him and gestured with his fingers,
"Come! My life is here, if you want it... come and get it yourself!"
Faced with this provocation, Order Angel tilted his head. His face under the hood was dark and expressionless, but the next moment, the wings of light flying behind him slowly opened and flew behind him at this moment. The sudden silver light was like lightning, streaking through the cold and whistling air. Arthas also raised Runeblade at this moment. Above the throne, the singing of the wind and snow became violent again.
Warhammer and Greatsword collided, and the broken white Halo streaked across the surrounding ground, rushing the scattered snow in all directions.
Huge force and huge force dispersed in the air, and the roar produced by the collision of the two forces was like the roar of two giant beasts fighting each other. The black sky seemed to be torn apart by the swaying light, and even the starlight was somewhat unclear. The figure of the silver angel was slightly repelled in the air, and there were two retreating scratches under Arthas's feet. This blow did not matter the winner or loser!
The dead monarch laughed wildly and drew his palm through the ice wind, like a big cold hand hitting Order Angel on the opposite side. Howling Blast was like a substantial blade, shining with a deadly cold light. The shadow lingering behind Arthas shook violently. His legs exerted force, and under the heavy Permafrost stirred up broken ice cubes, flying around, and the six silver-white light wings behind Order Angel were also flapping the air. Facing Arthas and Charge, the creature composed of light seemed to retreat incomprehensibly, and rushed forward again.
Collide, intersect, fight!
Two creatures with power far beyond Mortal's imagination were engaged in a desperate struggle in the darkest place of Azeroth, the silver Order and the scorching Holy Light, dazzling thunder, howling cold wind, icy falling snow, and darkness everywhere. Every inch of power on this battlefield has become a weapon for these two guys to fight. Their power is spread across every inch of the land.
Of course, it's not just them... there are others too.
Saurfang held the sharp War Axe and rushed out from the last two Vrykul. The red Rage was burning like a real flame. After he rushed out, the Vrykul Undead's body was just divided into four halves. In the name of one Warrior, he had had enough of being repelled by Arthas again and again. He hit Arthas like a meteor from Blood Red. On the battlefield where E and Order Angel were fighting, the moment Arthas was repelled, the sharp Spine War Axe was like a death sickle, completely tearing open the armor behind Arthas.
"This ax is for the Spirits of Angrathar!"
"Asshole!"
Lich King, who was attacked, waved his left hand, and Ice's power instantly froze half of the body of Saurfang, who had succeeded in the sneak attack. Before he could complete the next attack, Order Angel hit his chest with a hammer. Silver sparks burst out in his chest, like a heavy punch, and Arthas's entire body flew backwards.
"Arthas! Eat my axe!"
Tirion Fordring, with 10 soul lights wrapped around his body, fought out of the Necromancer group and saw Arthas staggering to his feet. The old knight didn't think about it. In an instant, Holy Light made a big move and slashed War Axe up.
"Bang"
Lich King's Runeblade and Shadowmourne collided together. The unstable Death Lord stepped back. Tirion Fordring gritted his teeth and launched Myriad Forms again, lingering around the edge of his body. The purple soul exploded at this moment, slowing down Arthas's counterattack. Shadowmourne's sharp ax blade grazed his chest. Arthas took two steps back. The broken armor of his body Admiral had been completely cut in half.
A burning golden heavy sword struck from behind Alsace at this moment. The Lich King turned around suddenly and grabbed the Ashbringer who rushed towards his heart. At the moment of death, the dark energy completely burst out, and at this moment even the burning Ashbringer appeared. The holy flame in front of him was extinguished, and the dark storm that blew up forced Old Fordring back, who tried to attack again. The Lich King's long bone-white hair was blown up in the black and white storm. He looked at the equally angry Mograine, and his voice was full of some kind of irritability and depression.
"You can't kill me! A weak living person can't kill me!"
"Well said! It's a pity... I'm not a living person!"
"Poof"
At this moment, the black Bat Wings suddenly pierced the darkness Storm around Arthas. At the moment when Lich King's voice fell to the ground, the roaring Death's Verdict came with some kind of weird buzzing. Under the will of its owner, like a black Light and Shadow, it rushed into the sky from below.
Uther's body passed between Mograine and Arthas, and was taken away together with Arthas's right arm. The severed right arm flew into the sky and was crushed into powder in an instant amid the energy collision of Uther, Mograine and Arthas.
"Ahhhhh!"
Arthas's cry of pain sounded in this dark Storm. He held Frostmourne in one hand and carried Anger's Storm slashed at Mograine who continued to charge forward. At this moment, the white-haired old knight had completely disregarded life and death. Every inch of his skin was enduring the death Storm Pain of Torment, but victory is right in front of him. The past Pain and everything he has lost are burning his heart, how can he give up?
"Whoosh"
Silver Light tore through the darkness Storm at the moment before both sides perished, and Warhammer in Order Angel's hand accurately blocked Arthas On top of 's Runeblade, a power not weaker than Lich King made the buzzing Runeblade stop above Mograine's head.
What sounded next was three sharp blades entering the body.
"Puff puff puff"
The burning Greatsword pierced the dark shield and penetrated the abdomen, the dark Bone Sword pierced the chest, and the frozen War Axe slashed from behind.
The three figures maintained their respective postures. Three Divine Weapon penetrated the body from three directions, completely fixing Arthas in the center. The beating Silver Light also stopped in the air at this moment. The light wings behind him kept flapping. The weight of Runeblade came from the top of Warhammer. Arthas did not die immediately.
The black power of death continued to spill out from the wound on his broken arm, like blood rippling in water.
Arthas's eyes could still see everything in front of him. Undead's transformed body allowed him to maintain physical activity despite suffering such Pain. He smiled ferociously. That was an expression that should not appear on the face of a dying person, but he just smiled wildly and looked at the people in front of him.
"I wave death, I sing death, I won't... just die..."
"Everything today will be buried. I may not be able to win, but I will never lose!"
"Roar! Frostmourne, I won't suppress it anymore... your Anger!"
"Tear... everything!"
This battle has reached the last moment, the real last moment, outside Icecrown Glacier, in the deepest part of the cold palace named Dark Cathedral.
All the Undead in this cold and cold place have rushed to Icecrown Citadel. It seems that there is nothing, but in fact, in this kind of place, lucky people can always find the most valuable treasures.
There are some things that are more than just valuable.
Portal's light dissipated, and Malygos walked into the dead silence of Dark Cathedral. At this time, old Blue Dragon's expression was as silent as before. He was not a guy who liked to laugh.
He stood in the darkness of Dark Cathedral with his eyes closed. The obedient Arcane Power began to beat at this moment, looking for what he needed for the great Lord of Magic.
"Oh... found it!"
Malygos quickly walked outside a closed wall. He placed his finger deep inside and tapped lightly on the wall. The next moment, under the will of Malygos, the entire wall in front of him was completely broken open at this moment.
It was a Secret Chamber, a small Secret Chamber, and a box was placed among the Secret Chamber. Aspect of the Blue stepped forward and pressed his finger on the box wrapped in hundreds of Magic Runes. A blue stream of light flashed past, and all the Fel Runes on the box were ineffective.
He opened the box, a Fist-sized one, with a heart wrapped in crystal clear Ice, Ashen-colored, like a ferocious and ferocious A strange piece of art, that is the heart of Arthas... Dick has seen it before in Abyss at the bottom of Icecrown Glacier.
Malygos looked at the heart that was no longer beating, and what Dick, who secretly arrived at Coldarra, said to him before the Angrathar war began flashed through his mind.
"You will love Arthas Anger no less than I do. Aspect of the Blue should not suffer such humiliation even after death. However, your identity determines that you cannot intervene in Mortal's war, but this does not mean that you cannot Revenge... There is such a thing, you only need to stab it gently in front of your face at a certain critical time..."
"I can destroy your last hope..."
Malygos's left index finger stretched out, and hard dragon scales and claws appeared in Humanoid Form's palm at this moment. Old Blue Dragon turned to look in the direction of Icecrown Citadel, There, the thick and crazy Purple Storm has completely enveloped the black sky Tower. That is the roar of death, that is the mania of Despair... That is the soul! The wailing soul!
A look of loneliness flashed across old Blue Dragon's silent face, and he stabbed hard with his left hand. The powerful Arcane Power was poured into the heart at this moment, covering and transforming every inch of it, and finally Obliterate.
"Unscrupulous Mortal, do you think I will forgive you for everything you did to Sindragosa? No... I won't..."