Sunwell Plateau.
The High Elf mages, their mana depleted, eagerly absorbed the energy of the Sunwell.
Although the binding spell severed the connection between the Sunwell and them, preventing them from absorbing the Sunwell's energy from the Ley Line that spans the entirety of Quel'Thalas, the Isle of Quel'Danas is now filled with Arcane energy released after the Sunwell's explosion, which they can freely absorb.
Absorbing energy also takes time.
What they lack most is time.
Seeing the Archmage lying dead everywhere, Kael'thas's face turned extremely ugly.
Even though his father, the Sun King, had told him everything that had happened here, he still couldn't bear it. He hated the traitor who had caused all of this to the core.
Unfortunately, when he led the elven mages to the Sunwell, they did not find Dar'Khan's body, but only a pool of blood on the ground and the lingering aura of the Undead.
"Perhaps, he was thrown out by my angry father? Leaving the traitor's corpse here is a defilement of the Sunwell..." Kael'thas didn't think too much about it. His father had long since left, so he had no way to ask and no time to care.
Kael'thas focused his efforts on researching imprisonment spells with Archmage Belo'vir, Grand Astromancer Solarian, and other surviving Archmage.
However, the High Elf mages soon discovered that this was a very subtle forbidden technique, one that the High Elf had never explored before, and they were at a loss as to how to use it.
"This is a forbidden spell of Dalaran! Kel'Thuzad!" Kael'thas's face was grim.
Unfortunately, this spell is extremely advanced, and being a fan of enchanting and fire specialization, he has rarely studied this kind of forbidden suppression spell...
"If Antonidas were here..." At this moment, Kael'thas desperately wished for the Speaker's arrival.
Antonidas has a deep understanding of suppression and defense spells; the Violet Citadel Barrier protecting the entire Dalaran is his creation. If he were here, breaking the binding spells would be no problem at all.
Unfortunately, he wasn't there, and as the Speaker of the Kirin Tor, it was impossible for him to risk coming to the High Elf ' territory. In fact, aside from attending King Terenas's funeral not long ago, he hadn't left Dalaran a long time...
Dalaran is hopeless...
Furthermore, Naxxramas has already flown to the Sunwell Plateau, and the space in that area has been sealed off, making teleportation impossible...
"Give it your all! The fate of the High Elf rests on our shoulders!" Kael'thas's voice echoed throughout the Sunwell Plateau, his gaze fixed on the southern shore of Isle of Quel'Danas.
To buy them time, the father personally led the most elite troops of the High Elf to meet the enemy.
My father is getting old...
He's in danger!
Yes, the Sun King is getting old.
He didn't wait for the Scourge to land; instead, after the ice sealed off the sea, he plunged Flamestrike into the ice!
The next moment, the fire elemental energy sealed within the divine sword for thousands of years was unleashed onto the entire Frost Road, melting the several-kilometer-long Frost Road. The power of this sword strike was so immense that it was almost comparable to Arthas freezing the sea with a single sword strike.
The High Elf who followed the Sun King cheered with joy. Their king was still the same High Elf king who had defeated the Troll and Orcs, the most powerful king in the entire Eastern Kingdoms!
The Sun King looked exhausted.
He used all his strength; the Sunstrider's wrath melted the Frost Path, and his Flamestrike was comparable to Frostmourne. With this single sword, he could trap fifty thousand Undead in the middle of the strait. Once the mages broke the binding spells, they could rebuild the Runestone Barrier, annihilate the fifty thousand Undead in one fell swoop, and then march south to reclaim Silvermoon City and Deatholme. The Sunstrider Dynasty's majesty would then surpass all human nations!
A smile, like the setting sun, appeared on the Sun King's face, but this smile quickly faded like the setting sun, replaced by the coldness and despair of an eternal night.
At the edge of his vision, Arthas smiled contemptuously. Frostmourne emanated an aura of perpetual, extreme cold, and the Path of Frost reappeared on the sea. Within hundreds of meters of Arthas, even Flamestrike could not melt the ice!
Flamestrike is actually inferior to Frostmourne?
He was shocked and couldn't believe that the Flamestrike, which had existed for over ten thousand years, was inferior to a Rune Magic Sword that had only appeared a few months ago!
Little did he know that Frostmourne was an artifact forged by the Dreadlord, and that the Lich King Ner'zhul had infused it with his own power and the cold of Northrend, giving it the ability to steal souls.
It was crafted by the Legendary Dreadlord clan, and further empowered by the Demigod- level Lich King!
At least for now, Flamestrike is really not Frostmourne...
The Scourge moved with unparalleled ease, Arthas riding his Invincible skeletal horse at the forefront, Charge a trail of ice and billowing cold wherever he went, an unmatchable force.
"In that case, let's fight head-on!"
The Sun King rallied his spirits and rushed onto the ice.
He wielded the Flamestrike in one hand and an epic staff inlaid with an energy crystal ball in the other, and encountered Arthas on the ice more than ten meters thick!
Ice and fire, extreme cold and extreme heat, began their first fateful battle.
The Sun King was old and frail, but his charm remained undiminished. At first glance, he appeared to be on par with Arthas, and in terms of combat skills alone, he was far superior to Arthas. He quickly severed Invincible's two forelegs with a single sword strike, Arthas's beloved skeletal warhorse... fell to the ground.
However, the Sun King incurred the wrath of Arthas.
The Sun King has grown old.
The power of Frostmourne is also unmatched by Flamestrike.
The moment the two divine swords first met, the Flamestrike emitted a phoenix's lament, then broke in two; the sword... shattered.
As a fire-based artifact, only the combined power of Flamestrike and Heart of the Phoenix can rival Frostmourne in stature.
This sword can only stand against Arthas when wielded by Kael'thas and joined forces with Phoenix.
The Sun King... grew old after all.
Frostmourne pierced the Sun King's chest, robbing him of his last remaining life force, and even threatening to steal his soul with it.
The Sun King's gaze began to glaze over, his mind began to blur, and his soul was about to become a prisoner of Frostmourne, just like Arthas's own soul...
Arthas showed no joy, not even a trace of expression, for to him, everything was perfectly natural. Of the High Elf, he only had eyes for two:
He has already defeated the first one, and he is about to defeat the second one!
However, at that moment, the ice surface began to tremble, then shattered into pieces.
A giant sword burst forth from the ice and struck Frostmourne. The immense force forced Frostmourne away from Sun King's body, causing Arthas to stagger backward before attempting to refreeze the sea with Frostmourne.
At that moment, turbulent water surged up from beneath the ice, lifting up the broken ice and hurling Arthas from the ice surface into the water.
The power of Frostmourne refreezes the sea, but Arthas, as the wielder of the cursed sword, is naturally not frozen.
It's too late!
Before the ice could freeze again, the Sun King, along with the two broken pieces of Frostmourne, fell onto the ice surface and, manipulated by a current, quickly sank to the bottom of the sea.
" Nicholas!"
Arthas's white hair flew wildly as he roared, becoming like a white-haired madman, as he Frostmourne into the ice.
Even in his battle against the Sun King, he had never been this serious. He exerted all his strength, unleashing the full power of Frostmourne. A chilling force, manipulated by his powerful mental energy, swept towards Jiang Jie deep underwater.
If Arthas wanted, he could even let this ice stretch all the way to the seabed!
Putting away the shattered Flamestrike, Jiang Jie looked up at the ice pillar that had spread all the way, exceeding five meters in diameter, and the endless stream of ice spikes around it, a cold mockery appearing on his lips.
" Frostmourne... the first Death Knight... that's impressive?"
I'm sorry, the ocean is my world.
"I am the king in the water!"