The heavy and huge full-face helt was of a dark blue color that seed to block out all life. On the crown of death that looked like five fingers pointing to the sky, the small skull decoration in the middle was shining with a strange light.
All of Arthas’ expressions were hidden behind the T-shaped opening of his helt. Only his shining eyes could be seen, glowing a faint blue in the wind and snow.
The long silver-white hair flowed out from the gap between the helt and the shoulder armor, fluttering in the wind.
The turbulent frost elents are vibrating, and the Lich King has already entered full firepower mode.
No one doubted that Duke would be attacked fiercely by Arthas as soon as he showed his head.
"Edmund Duke - this is Northrend!" A loud and resentful voice spread far away in the wind and snow.
A scornful voice soon ca back from the void—
"Arthas—this is Azeroth!"
The winner was decided in an instant.
Perhaps, you, Arthas, are the Lord of the Dead of Northrend.
But, I, Edmund Duke, am the demigod of all Azeroth!
Which is bigger, Northrend or all of Azeroth?
Just one sentence and it was enough to slap him in the face.
At this mont, Jaina, who was beside Duke, laughed so hard that she couldn’t straighten her back. She whispered, "Duke, I just like your generosity."
Arthas was stunned. If it weren’t for the heavy Lich King’s helt covering his face, the face that was shown in front of his subordinates would be terribly gloomy, even if it was not an angry face.
"Edmund Duke, is all you can do with your words?" Arthas raised his head slightly.
There was no more response from the sky.
Only Arthas’ slightly provocative voice echoed over the mountain walls and Wintergrasp Fortress, like a gust of wind that no one would pay attention to.
"Very good, now that Arthas is here." In the ice house, Duke clapped his hands happily, "Using as the distance asurent standard, 11 degrees 22 minutes southwest, the distance is 1494 ters, blast first!"
Of course Duke was not talking to the girls in the ice house. In another magical mirror, there was Brann Bronzebeard’s grinning face.
Arthas suddenly heard an extrely dense roar. Although it was far away, he could still hear the sound faintly in the wind. He looked towards the south in the direction of the sound. In the blink of an eye, a group of locust-like black spots were reflected in their field of vision.
Those are countless shells!
"Boring!" Arthas didn’t even raise his right hand, but only raised his left hand wearing a heavy black iron glove high, and an ice storm rolled up in the sky.
Countless ice spikes appeared out of thin air, forming a huge curtain that constantly swirled. Every shell that broke into the ice wind tornado within a thousand ters would be pulled directly into the center of the storm.
I thought this was the end, but the shell, which was supposed to explode by the firing pin and gunpowder, suddenly exploded with a "boom boom boom".
Countless golden holy water splashed out with the explosion of the shells, as if golden fireworks were blooming in the sky.
It’s very beautiful, and it also excites the nerves of His Majesty the Lich King.
Arthas could clearly feel that his control over the ice storm was rapidly weakening because the holy power in the shells was counteracting the evil power he infused into the ice storm.
"Hmph!" With a cold snort, more illusory, thin white lines erged from the fingers of Arthas’ left hand.
"This control of frost elent..." Jaina, who was watching the battle through the magic mirror, was stunned. As a frost elent player, she couldn’t help but admire him subconsciously, even though they were different. In a sense, Arthas’ control of frost elent was also her goal to learn from.
"Don’t think that my welco ceremony is just this!" Duke snapped his fingers.
Wintergrasp is the largest freshwater lake in Northrend, but it is rarely visited by people. The biggest reason is that Wintergrasp is surrounded by mountains. The towering and steep mountains are the best city walls in the world, guarding Wintergrasp.
Two thousand ters away from Arthas, the Hood flying battleship rose rapidly. Above the rmaid figurehead that was added later, Tyrande Whispering stood lightly on the rmaid’s shoulder.
Her gaze spanned a distance of two thousand ters and locked onto the group of people led by Arthas.
2000 ters, if you look at a person, it is barely even a small black dot. But if you look at an ice bridge built out of thin air, it is another matter.
"So cool! Arthas!" Tyrande’s adopted daughter Shandris joked.
Tyrande rolled her eyes at Shandris, then raised her hands high. Her arms were as white as jade, with a faint blue-purple hue. Divine power flowed through her body at a high speed, causing the atmosphere to vibrate as the divine spell was cast.
Imdiately, a thick purple-blue line descended from the clouds, running through the sky covered by the blizzard. The teorite that fell from the sky outside the atmosphere easily broke through the thick ice and snow clouds, ignoring Arthas’ frost elent, and blasted down vertically, hitting Arthas’ position.
The powerful n of the Scourge Legion suddenly froze.
Most of the Alliance soldiers around looked up at the purple-blue cot trail hanging from the sky. When Elune used her divine power to perform this move many tis, no Alliance soldier felt unfamiliar with it.
However, due to the large-scale elimination of mbers of the Curse Cult and the deliberate intelligence blockade, the Scourge’s access to information from the outside world has beco more delayed. Most of the Scourge’s strongn have really seen such a thod for the first ti.
"El-Lu-en--" Arthas recognized her, and a cold voice ca from the dark full-face helt.
In fact, until this mont, Arthas could still choose to dodge.
He was unwilling to take even a step back!
Because he is the Lich King Arthas!
He stood on his own territory! Standing at the starting point of conquering the whole world!
It was clear that Starfall would take at least ten seconds to fall on his head, but he just stood there.
Don’t dodge! Don’t avoid!
Frostmourne was raised high, and the darkest evil light burst out from the skull eye sockets on the sword’s hilt.
Under Arthas’ feet, ice-blue rune emblems spread out, and each rune was shining. The chill of death spread endlessly with Arthas as the center, as if the place where he was standing now was the ice throne hanging alone on the peaks of the snow-capped mountains.
All the Scourge leaders retreated subconsciously.
Because what is about to explode is a terrifying move that can freeze even the souls of the undead.
Duke in the distance sighed: "Arthas, you are really good."
Duke was too familiar with the power of Starfall. Not long ago, a similarly terrifying blow directly destroyed Kil’jaeden, who was half as strong as him, into ashes.
However, Arthas showed the potential to withstand this blow!
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