Frozen Throne, which was torn apart by the violent energy, has become a ruin.
Dark Lord, who once sat on this throne and could turn the whole world upside down with just one command, was now in the most embarrassing situation. Three weapons with different properties pierced his body, like a cruel sculpture, fixing him in the center of the battlefield at the end of the battle, unable to move.
His right arm had been cut off at the root, and dark mist kept spraying out from the wound, like the last icy breath, low and Despair.
Runeblade, which was shining with Seven Runes, was held high in the air above the head by King, who had entered the final stage. The purple soul surged out from the sword. This did not come from Forge of Souls is not the elite Lordaeron in Halls of Reflection, but the soul stored inside Runeblade, the "collections" that Arthas values most.
They may not be powerful, but each one definitely has its own unique meaning.
And now, as King reaches the end, it is time to detonate this collection, kill the opponent, or give yourself a spectacular ending.
"Roar! Frostmourne!"
Arthas's gaze was paranoid and crazy. On Helm of Domination's unprotected cheek, there was a trace of a torn wound, and there were some blood stains on his face, which made him look like he no longer had the manners and grace that Dark Lord should have. And in the wild Storm caused by the last power, the purple soul screamed and danced, and the crazy thoughts impacted everyone in front of him.
Their hair was blown up, their armor was blown in front of this invisible but existing Soul Storm, the snow and Permafrost under their feet began to crack, and the purple soul almost filled the sky above everyone in just an instant, gathering in the Storm mixed with the Ice Blue-colored cold wind.
This doesn't look like a good thing!
The figure of Order Angel is like beating silver lightning, constantly jumping out from every direction, trying to attack Arthas, but the silver Light Screen composed of those souls is not so easy to break. Although there are cracks on the Light Screen after three impacts, its toughness is far beyond Order Angel's imagination.
It is a barrier built with countless souls, and it is a protection that cannot be measured by pure strength.
The most terrible thing is that Storm, formed by gathering souls, traps three people, Uther, Tirion Fordring and Mograine, in that Among Storm, Arthas seemed determined to drag the three of them to be buried together. His hoarse voice came out from the center of Storm and reached the ears of everyone present.
"Maybe I am destined to die, but under this Firmament, no one will have eternal life!"
"Come with me and embark on another journey together!"
"Hahaha, the closing song will also ring out to Firmament. Tens of millions of years later, there will still be Heir who will take over Frostmourne and destroy that ridiculous world."
"Boom, boom"
Two loud noises sounded at this moment. The first one was the sound of Order Angel hitting the soul barrier with Holy Fire Warhammer in its hand, and the other one was the sound of Frozen Throne's main body that had mostly collapsed.
In the final dance of power of Arthas, the only two remaining pillars of Frost also completely collapsed at this moment, but they did not fall. Instead, with the ever-expanding Soul Storm, it was like they were really in Storm The ruins in E are suspended in the Top of the Throne in a completely anti-gravity posture. Order Angel's light Wings is flying heavier and heavier, which is the heavy pressure given to him by the pervasive soul blessing.
This is the most wonderful existence in the world. It is invisible, but at critical moments, it is as heavy as a thousand stones. Even the weakest Priest apprentice can Purification a single soul, but when they gather together, With the current scale of Soul Storm, even Priest, who is loved by Holy Light like Velen, finds it difficult and helpless.
The speed of old Priest Purification's soul is simply not as fast as the speed of soul breeding. Arthas is absolutely desperate this time to release all the souls in Frostmourne. Once Storm explodes, the power will be far from the same as the anger of Frostmourne the first time.
Everyone will be killed!
Great Sundering of this magnitude would even hit Arcane Node of Icecrown Glacier, causing the entire glacier to collapse. The burial Arthas mentioned was far more than just dying together... He wanted to bury his kingdom and let Icecrown Glacier die with him!
Viewed from the outside world at this time, the huge purple storm started from the top of the Ice Throne and spread upwards and downwards to a height of nearly a hundred meters, enveloping one-third of the entire Ice Crown Fortress. Even the mages as far away as the Soul Furnace were affected.
Four people, Rhonin, Jaina, Khadgar and Kael'thas, stood in the four directions of the huge Forge of Souls, urging a giant Sealing Magic Circle. Densely packed Fel Runes filled the air of the entire hall. They were beating and connected together. The body uses a special Runes to cover the fluctuations of the entire Forge of Souls. This seal is temporary. In fact, in the entire Azeroth, probably except for the old Blue Dragon who controls Focusing Iris, no one can completely seal this soul-smelting Forge.
But at this moment, Purple Storm was spinning above the heads of the four Mage, twisting the solid steel beam cast by Saronite. Kael'thas's expression changed violently several times, and finally said in a deep voice,
"Stay steady and increase investment in Arcane Power! Don't let Forge of Souls resonate!"
"Otherwise... otherwise we'll all die here!"
On the large central platform of Icecrown Citadel, Dwarves Prince Muradin, who had just dispersed a whole group of Ghoul, raised his head and looked blankly at the Soul Storm whose head was extending downwards. The Warhammer in Dwarves's hand clicked on the ground. He even subconsciously took a breath of cold air.
"A soul of this size...Holy Light!"
"Hold the line! Don't let these monsters break through!"
Paladin with gray hair Erigor forced himself not to look at the Soul Storm spinning in the sky. He stayed outside the Great Door of Icecrown Citadel. From the entire Icecrown Glacier The Undead that rushed over kept attacking his Defensive Line. People were dying here almost every second, but the old knight never thought of retreating. From the moment he stepped into this land, his life no longer belonged to him.
"Either go back with victory, or die here with glory."
Erigor muttered silently, looked at Purple Storm that was blocking his vision for the last time, pulled out Longsword from behind, and rushed into the anxious battlefield with the last reserve team.
"Fight to the death... not retreat! For Lordaeron!"
"Ah, look, the final ending... I'm very satisfied!"
Arthas's long bone-white hair kept flying under Helm of Domination. His voice was dry, obviously because of the huge pressure. To control Soul Storm of such a scale, even with the power of Lich King, it seemed too hasty, but it didn't matter.
All Fel Runes on the surface of Frostmourne lit up at this moment, like a baton in a conductor's hand. He looked at Order Angel who was still hitting the purple soul barrier, with neither sadness nor joy in his eyes.
"Dick, this time, you lose."
"The price of losing... is death!"
Frostmourne fell in the air, and Purple Storm exploded and roared, as if it was about to detonate at the next moment. Malygos's Claws in Dark Cathedral also pierced the frozen heart at this moment.
"I won't forgive you!"
At this moment, without any attack, Arthas's chest suddenly exploded, and the black death energy went out of control. That heart was far more important than he imagined. Even if he threw it away and was destroyed, the damage to him would be huge enough. In normal times, this kind of damage would only bring the ultimate Pain, but at this critical moment, what this Pain brings is the real end.
Storm Sudden stop!
"Uh! This... this... ahem..."
Arthas opened his mouth and spit out a mouthful of black blood without even finishing a complete sentence. The energy was out of control and he lost control of Soul Storm at this moment. The next moment, Silver Light and The light of Blood Red flashed across his field of vision. Uther, Mograine and Tirion Fordring, whose confinement was dissipated, also used their strength again with a clear conscience, and pierced the body of Lich King with the weapons in their hands even more crazily.
Blood Red's War Axe, that's Anger's blow from Saurfang who escaped from trouble, Arthas's brain At this moment, the bag was smashed upwards, and black blood was sprayed everywhere. The Helm of Domination that had been carried above his head was also smashed away, and landed on the Permafrost in the distance with a clang.
Silver Light, that was the last Charge of Order Angel. The Holy Fire Warhammer in his hand hit the center of Frostmourne. The Runeblade, which had been completely hollowed out, let out a sharp scream under this heavy blow., that is Pain, that is overwhelmed, this blow interrupted the continuous escape of the soul, this super large Soul Storm itself uses Runeblade as a carrier, and in the case of sudden interruption, it will also cause great damage to weapons like Frostmourne.
Under the dual pressure from the inside and outside, the first crack appeared on Runeblade's sword.
Then there was Death's Verdict, who was laughing wildly in the hands of Uther, and Shadowmourne, who was roaring in the hands of Tirion Fordring, one after the other, slashing at the place where the crack appeared at the same time.
"Danglang"
The black sword kept beating at this moment, and finally broke completely, Runeblade... broken.
Arthas's body also hit the ground in the roar of Soul Storm, which was completely out of control. It lost the protection of Helm of Domination. The slightly thin face had no expression at all, like a completely dying loser.
He lay on the cold, broken Frozen Throne, holding the hilt of a Broken Sword sword in his remaining left hand. When the darkness that had always existed in front of him was defeated, what remained was only a brilliant purple, the cold snowflakes falling from the sky on his skin, the cold wind, and everything around him.
Just like his father, the King who died on the throne.
He also became King, and he was about to die on his throne.
This fateful reincarnation... brought a touch of black humor to the end of this battle that was definitely not funny.
The past scenes flashed past his eyes like a fleeting glance, Lordaeron's Royal Court, Tirisfal's night, Eastweald's prosperity, Quel'Thalas's silence, and Northrend's coldness... There was also a sense of loss.
When the dark side disappeared from his body, Arthas felt that he had lost something, the most important things.
"Ahem... I guess you are looking for him?"
A voice sounded next to Arthas. On his deathbed, Lich King turned his head with difficulty and saw Dick sitting cross-legged on the ground with a face as white as paper. Saurfang was supporting Vol'jin and Tirion Fordring. and Mograine looked at Arthas, who had regained his last trace of consciousness, with complex eyes. Velen's left hand was resting on Dick's shoulder. Holy Light was beating softly, for Dick Healing's fatal injury, the farthest one is Uther, this Death Highlord is standing alone on Frozen Throne 0 holding Bone Sword was on the verge of collapse, looking at the darkness in the distance, not knowing what he was thinking... He took off his War Helm, and there was a trace of Confusion that could not be resolved on his determined face.
In Dick's hand, he held a small, pale Lantern. The rioting purple soul in the sky was being absorbed into the inconspicuous and simple Lantern in a special way. But what Arthas noticed was the little child hiding behind him, who looked a little scared.
The child had blond hair, blue eyes, wore a blue vest, a pair of brown breeches, and a pair of gorgeous boots. His illusory body showed his identity. He was a Undead, and he looked like a Undead with his own Wisdom.
Dick endured the huge Pain and held Ebony Smoking Pipe in his mouth. In the rising smoke, his voice was low, Sorrow,
"I'm sorry... I'm late...Arthas, I only had time to save him..."
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