Chapter 505

Above the throne of ice, under the dark sky, the Lich King is wantonly wielding his power. The wind is like a knife, death is like a shadow, heavy and suffocating, deep and despairing.

Well, it's not just exaggeration.

When frostmourning was waving, Uther was the first one to rush forward. The Lord of death knight, whose whole fate was closely related to Alsace's death, couldn't suppress his intention to kill. Old Mograine followed him, and two huge energy swords, one black and one gold, chopped down at Alsace's head, but the magic sword, The seven color Rune on the ice blue frostmourning blade is completely lit at this moment, and there are two dark purple edges on the blade.

"Bang"

The verdict of death collided with frostmourning, and the two ferocious swords hummed at the same time. The meeting of the "brothers" was obviously more "warm". The eyes of Alsace and Uther also met at this moment, and the two masters and disciples almost pulled back their swords at the same time and collided again,

"Bang"

"I came to you across the sea of death... Arthas, I swear by my name that you are dead! Today

"Poof"

As soon as Uther's words came to an end, a glowing sword with golden light pierced Alsace's chest. Mograine's face was not happy to kill his opponent, because Alsace had no defense at all. He was like letting the Ashbringer pass through his body.

"Ha ha... What big talk..."

Alsace turned his head and looked at the sword that pierced his chest. He tilted his head and looked at Mograine and Uther with a cruel smile,

"Do you really think... You can kill me on my sacred land? Do you really think that I have only a little power to die? "

"Oh, stupid!"

"Back off!"

Sarufal felt something wrong for the first time. He rushed to the rescue. Faster than him was Dick, who was incarnated in thunder and lightning, and the heavy shield that Veron raised his hand to cover Mograine and Uther. But the next moment, a black light flashed through people's eyes, just like a black lightning through the sky.

Uther, Mograine, sarufal, dick... This powerful man who can attack almost any country in the world together is pushed back by Alsace's sword... No, the word "push back" is too commendable. From Mograine's broken armor, Uther's chest almost pierced by the wound, As well as the panting Dick and sarufal who appeared in the position just now, we can see that their combined attack was completely pushed back by Alsace's sword.

"It's impossible!"

Uther's dry voice was filled with incredible anger. He looked at Alsace's rapid recovery, like an enraged tiger, "how can you... Be so strong!"

"Ha ha... Do you think I'll tell you?"

Alsace laughs and cuts Fuding out with a sword. It's like an adult waving a bat bullying a group of helpless children. Obviously, the reason why he didn't go out to defend the enemy before is here. Within the ice throne, he is almost invincible!

He wants to rush to the crowd. A golden barrier rises from the ground and blocks him out of the center. Veron maintains the golden barrier with his left hand, and the staff in the other hand is lighter in the air, recovering the injury caused by the moment just now.

"Cough... It's the sword!"

Dick rubbed his chest, stood up on the fire of justice, and said in a quick, low voice, "remember the news from Prag? Now it looks like it's true! "

The paladin's eyes fell on the howling frostmourning, "we all underestimated the sword... Every time we killed a person, it would absorb a person's soul and bestow a point of strength on the sword holder. How many people did Alsace kill? No one knows... "

"Well, you're right, dick!"

Alsace also heard the paladin's explanation. He smashed the golden barrier in front of him with one sword, and let the golden light fall on him, causing waves of black whirlpool. He laughed and laughed, as if the victory was in hand. He stretched out his left hand, two white lights, converged into a high-speed rotating ball of frost in his palm, He threw it in the direction of the crowd,

"Frostmourning is the strongest artifact in the world! Blood to show its edge, soul to show its power! Under the most powerful blessing in the world, which one of you can be my opponent? no one! Even God has to fall in front of me

The high-speed rotation of the frost ball burst around the people's bodies, but it didn't hurt anyone. Here gathered Azeroth's most powerful warriors. Alsace wanted to kill them, which was not so simple. But at this time, he felt like a cat playing with a mouse. He summoned dozens of tall viku dead souls to entangle other people, Then, with his sword wrapped in the wind and snow, he walked quickly to Veron, and instinctively told him that the old priest Delaney of the demigod stage, who could cure almost any injury in an instant, was the key person in this battle.

Of course, while rolling up the dark hurricane to destroy the hammer of light that old Fordring smashed, he also called out groups of stone ghosts to harass the attack of those heroes. He did not forget to sneer,

"Just like that feeble attack... You have to kill me more than 2 million times, but I don't think you have that chance... Kneel to me! Otherwise, die

"Keng"

The frost mourning towards Veron is blocked by the hammer burning with white and silver flames. The white and silver flames collide with the dark light and shadow. Under the thunder, Dick's head is raised, and the edge of his eyes is shining with golden streamer. Behind him, three pairs of golden wings are beating, and the voice of hymn resounds throughout the audience, This is the first time that Alsace's blade is blocked by a stable grid under the blessing of 50% of the divine Avenger's power and the surging blessing of Veron's fast throwing on Dick's body.

"You don't look as strong as you think! My Lich King... "

Dick looked at the cool eyes under the helmets, as if he saw another barren world, "the human body is still binding you, even if frost sorrow can infinite blessing power, your body has also decided your power limit... See, you are just like this..."

"So what? Dick... Even if you see through the secret, so what? In my eyes... You are just a little stronger... Mole ant... Mole ant, how can you kill me? No kidding! Accept your destiny

Alsace didn't panic. He took back the blade and cut it across again. The dark storm pierced Dick's Shield of light in an instant. But before cutting the paladin's body, it was blocked by a ragged and scarred iron shield.

Dick's body took a step back under the blow. He bit his teeth and endured the pain from his arm,

"No! But I have to say... You really look down on us! "

The next moment, the paladin's voice will ring out in the storm like wind of the whole ice throne, ringing through everyone's ears,

"Destroy the iceberg on the throne, cut off the connection between him and the soul melting pot! The soul of frost sorrow is limited. Don't be cheated by him

"Bang"

As soon as Dick's words came to an end, Arthas was really angry. The Lich King held the sword in both hands. The dark blade could not even see the shadow in the air. He hit dick out of Veron's body three times in a row. Frost's sorrow was not enough to destroy the firmness of agrama's shield, but Dick's arm was still shaken with blood. Arthas was a demigod after all, Even if he can't kill with one blow, the power of his every blow is almost the same as that of dick in his whole state.

Without the support of the most powerful pastor of Azeroth, the paladin would have collapsed because of his serious injury.

But just as his dark blade was about to pierce Veron's shield, Uther's dark bat wings filled the gap of Dick's flying. The verdict of death and frostmourning collided again. Uther stepped back several steps to stabilize her figure. At this time, Alsace was really like an unstoppable beast, and the brute force was terrible.

Alsace beat back Uther and appeared in front of him. It was the same ragged shield. This time, the shield hit more fiercely, and the burning holy light also tore his dark shield. Dick's powerful force smashed Alsace's head to the other side, and his neck made a crackle, but the Lich King didn't care!

He won't die, so at the first moment, he launched a counterattack.

The sword shadow of Frost's sadness whistles across Dick's chest. The paladin retreats a few steps like being struck by lightning, and then is covered on his shoulder by Veron's left hand. His chest is wiped by Frost's sadness, leaving a wound full of the power of darkness. Dark and holy light collide and fight madly.

And the next moment, from the silent palm of Veron's hand, the beating holy light instantly smoothed the wound. Dick took a deep breath and mobilized Max's holy power. After Uther was cut off by a sword, he made up his position again.

The trio has been formed, not to kill, not to destroy, just to stop Alsace's attack!

At this moment, Dick took off the aura of hero, he was like a real soldier, rushing up again and again without fear.

Uther also became a reliable Deputy T, who stepped forward to stop Alsace as Dick retreated.

The wave of Holy Light rolled up by anvena is hard to kill the siege of more and more dead souls. Dick himself, in the cold wind, cooperates with the holy light chain thrown by Veron, and Uther's death grip, holding the hammer and heavy shield. His posture is ugly, and even similar to that of deathly entanglement. He tries to entangle the unshakable Alsace. On the other side, old Fordring, Mograine, sarufal and woking, who have also faded the aura of heroes, are like pawns driven by others to attack the five solid ice peaks.

The power of holy light, the power of death, the power of anger, the power of voodoo... The light and shadow flying all over the sky completely illuminate this eternal dark sky. There are no heroes on this throne... But everyone is a hero. For the great goal, lofty sacrifice is necessary, just a mere name. From Alsace, there is no word, Under the obstruction of Dick and Veron, the difficult way to the throne has obviously explained everything... Here is his death!

"Don't think about it! Get over there!"

Dick holds agrama's shield in his hand and blocks it in front of him. In the other hand, he holds a short handled fire of justice. The holy light is burning like a golden wall of fire. Behind him, it is the ladder leading to the top of the throne. Behind him, it is his companion. He will never retreat!

"Go away! Ants! My patience is exhausted

Alsace waves an icy current to Dick Like a gust of wind. However, under the almost invincible defense of agrama's shield, he just knocks Dick back two steps. He steps up the steps of the throne. Dick turns into thunder and lightning, and pours on him. The Golden Shadow of thunder hits the thick and bloody shield on the surface of his body and makes a crack.

Uther rushed out from the cold wind nearby, and the death verdict accurately cut on the crack, completely tearing apart Alsace's spiritual shield. The blade of the death verdict once again pierced the Lich King's chest.

The strength was so strong that Alsace stepped down the steps. As for the fatal injury, he didn't care!

"It's all said! Give it to me, get out of here

Frost's sadness roared over. This blow was mixed with Alsace's real anger. In the air where the blade went, there was even a black space crack. Uther's face changed greatly. The bat wings behind him opened and retreated rapidly. The Lich King could not care about his "demeanor". He angrily pointed frost's sadness to Dick. The next moment, The ice coffin that once appeared on the keel wilderness, once again, but the trick that has been used once, for paladins, there is no threat.

At the moment when frost's sad blade turns to him, Dick's figure immediately turns into thunder light and dissipates in the same place. This ice coffin fails!

But Alsace, who has been haunted by Dick and Uther, also gets a break!

The magic sword in his hand was held up to the sky. The black thunder and lightning kept beating on the blade. The purple soul was flying from the edge of the sword, like a purple shadow, spinning around Alsace. There was his cold voice and Dick's solemn face. He knew what Alsace was going to do.

"Woking!"

"Frostmourning... Hungry!"

With Arthas's deep voice to the extreme, he suddenly stabbed the frost sadness into the big platform under his feet. At this moment, the almost endless frost storm from the sword stabbed into the earth rushed in all directions, just like an invincible iron hoof stepping on everything in front of him, the whole ice throne was shaking, even the whole ice cap glacier was shaking.

Countless purple soul storms mingle in it, just like the gate of hell is pulled open, like a roaring dragon, smashing all around, tearing and screaming, just like the extreme of anger, just like the destruction storm never appeared in Azeroth, the whole ground of ice throne is completely torn up in this storm, No one can survive this attack... It's no longer an attack by Arthas alone, it's a collective attack by the endless soul in the whole blade of frostmourning.

"Ha ha ha... I don't have any more questions or questions. You... You, you are... Azeroth's most powerful warriors. Even the power of thousands of souls can't defeat you! I'm surprised by your tenacity... "

Alsace stood up in the purple and frosty storm. He held the frosty sadness in his hand. His deep voice was mixed with a trace of victory laughter,

"But is justice really driving you? I'm curious, Fordring, Mograine, dick... You've come together to bring the most powerful warriors in the world to me. That's what I want! "

"Your silent sacrifice will be praised by me. See for yourself, I'll turn you from corpses into my most powerful soldiers. Azeroth will be in chaos in your hands! Go to destruction! And you, dick... You traitor, you will be the first body. "

"Ha ha ha ha! I'll enjoy the irony! I will... "

The voice of Alsace's passionate declaration of victory came to the end of his mouth after the endless purple storm ended. But just as he raised Frost's sadness and prepared to revive those corpses, he suddenly felt something. The next moment, the light pierced the diffuse soul storm, and Alsace could not help but utter an uncontrollable cry,

"How can it be! You're still alive! "

"Cough... All said, you look down on us! That magic sword can't kill us... Alsace! In order to kill you... How can we be killed so easily by you... "