Chapter 510

The ice throne, torn apart by the violent energy, has become a ruin.

The king of darkness, who once sat on this throne and could turn the whole world upside down with just one command, has now fallen into the most embarrassing situation. Three weapons with different attributes pierced his body, just like a cruel sculpture, and fixed him in the center of the battlefield at the end of the battle, unable to move.

His right arm had been cut off by Qigen, and the dark mist was continuously ejecting from the wound, like the last cold breath, deep and desperate.

The magic sword with seven runes is held high in the air above his head by the king who has entered the final stage. The purple soul surges out of the sword. This is not from the soul melting pot or the elite of Lordaeron in the reflection hall, but the soul stored in the magic sword, which is the most valued "collection" of Alsace.

They may not be powerful, but each of them has its own unique meaning.

Now, the last king is going to detonate the collection, kill his opponent, or give himself a grand ending.

"Roar! Frostmourning

Alsace's eyes were paranoid and crazy. There was a tear on his cheek outside the protection of the helmets, and there was a little blood on his face, which made him look like he had lost the demeanor and demeanor that the king of darkness should have. In the wild storm raised by the last force, the purple soul screamed and danced, and the crazy thinking impacted everyone in front of him.

Their hair was blown up, their armor was blowing before this invisible but existing soul storm, the snow and frozen soil under their feet began to crack, and the purple souls almost filled the sky above people's heads in a short moment, and gathered in the storm mixed with the ice blue cold wind.

This is not a good thing!

The figure of the angel of order is like a silver lightning. It constantly jumps out from every direction and tries to attack Alsace. But the silver light curtain composed of those souls is not so easy to break. Although there are cracks on the light curtain after three impacts, its tenacity is far beyond the imagination of the angel of order.

It's a barrier made of countless souls, which can't be measured by pure strength.

The most important thing is that the storm formed by the gathering of souls trapped Uther, old Fordring and Mograine in the storm. Alsace seemed to have made up his mind to lead them to be buried together. His hoarse voice came out of the center of the storm and came into everyone's ears.

"Maybe I am destined to die, but under this sky, no one will live forever!"

"Go with me, and embark on another journey together!"

"Ha ha ha, the song of the curtain will also ring through the sky. Thousands of years later, there will be successors who will take over the sadness of frost and destroy the ridiculous world."

"Boom, boom"

The first is the sound of the angel of order hitting the soul barrier with the hammer of the holy fire, and the other is from the main body of the ice throne, which has collapsed most of the time.

In the last power dance of Alsace, only the two remaining pillars of frost completely disintegrated at this moment, but they did not fall down. Instead, with the expanding soul storm, like the ruins in the storm, they floated on the top of the throne in a completely anti gravity attitude, and the light wings of the angel of order were flying more and more heavily, It's the weight of the soul blessing.

This is the most wonderful existence in the world. It is shapeless, but at the critical moment, it is as heavy as a precipice. Even the weakest clergymen and apprentices can purify individual souls. But when they gather together to form a soul storm of this scale, even the clergymen like Veron, who are loved by the holy light, find it difficult and helpless.

The speed of purifying the soul of the old priest was not as fast as that of breeding the soul. This time, Arthas absolutely spared no effort to release all the souls in frostmourning. Once the storm burst, its power was far less than that of the anger of frostmourning for the first time.

Everyone will be killed!

Such a big explosion will even hit the magic node of the icecap glacier, and even lead to the collapse of the whole glacier. What Alsace said about burial is far more than dying together... He wants to bury his kingdom and let the icecap glacier die with him!

Looking from the outside at this time, the huge purple storm started from the top of the ice throne and spread up and down to a height of nearly 100 meters, wrapping one third of the whole Icecrown fortress in it. Even the mages far away in the soul melting pot were affected.

Ronin, Gianna, kadegar and kelsas are standing in the four directions of the huge soul melting pot, urging a huge seal array. Dense magical patterns are all over the air of the hall. They are beating and connected into one. With special runes, the fluctuations of the whole soul melting pot are covered. This seal is temporary, in fact, No one in Azeroth, except the old blue dragon who controls the rainbow of Jiaoju, can completely seal the melting pot of soul.

But at this moment, the purple storm whirled over the heads of the four mages and twisted the steel beams made of solid sarongye iron. Kelsas's expression changed violently several times and finally said in a deep voice,

"Hold on, increase your magic investment! Can't make the soul furnace resonate! "

"Or... Or we'll all die here!"

On the central platform of Icecrown fortress, Muradin, the dwarf prince who had just dispersed a group of ghouls, raised his head and looked at the downward extending soul storm. The battle hammer in the dwarf's hand was on the ground, and he even took a breath of cold air subconsciously,

"Soul of this scale... Holy light!"

"Hold the line! Don't let these monsters break through

The gray haired Paladin erigor forces himself not to look at the whirling soul storm in the sky. He guards outside the gate of the icecap fortress. The spirits rushing from the whole icecap glacier attack his defense line all the time. Almost every second there are dead people here, but the old knight never wants to retreat. From the moment he steps into this land, His life doesn't belong to him.

"Either go back with victory or die here with glory."

Eric Gore read it silently, watched the purple storm that covered the vision for the last time, drew out the sword behind him, and rushed into the scorching battlefield with the last reserve team.

"Fight to the death... Never retreat! For Lordaeron

"Ah, look, the final curtain... I'm very satisfied!"

Alsace's long bony white hair kept flying under the helmets. His voice was dry, obviously because of great pressure. It was too hasty to control such a scale of soul storm, even with the power of the Lich King, but it didn't matter.

All the magic lines on the surface of frostmourning are lit up at this moment, just like the baton in the conductor's hand. He looks at the angel of order who is constantly hitting the purple soul barrier, with no sadness or joy in his eyes.

"Dick, this time, you lose."

"The price of losing... Is death!"

Frost's sorrow fell in the air, and the purple storm burst and roared. It seemed that it would explode at the next moment. In the dark Cathedral, marigos's claws pierced the frozen heart at this moment.

"I won't forgive you!"

At this moment, without any attack, Alsace's chest suddenly burst open, and the Black Death energy was out of control. The heart was far more important than he thought. Even if he threw it away and was destroyed, the damage to him was huge enough. In ordinary times, this kind of damage would only bring extreme pain, but now at this critical moment, this kind of pain brought about by the heart, It's the real end.

The storm stopped!

"Well! This... This... Cough... "

Alsace opened his mouth and vomited out a mouthful of black blood before he finished a complete sentence. The energy was out of control, which made him lose the control of the soul storm at this moment. The next moment, silver light and blood red light flashed across his vision. The imprisoned and dissipated Uther, Mograine and old Fordring also had a sharp heart to work again, Will be in the hands of weapons more crazy into the Lich King's body.

Blood red Tomahawk, that is the angry blow of the escaping sarufal. At this moment, Alsace's head was smashed up, and the black blood was everywhere. The helmets that had been carrying on his head were also smashed and fell on the frozen soil in the distance.

Silver light, that is the last charge of the angel of order. The holy fire hammer in his hand hit the center of frostmourning. The sword, which had been completely hollowed out, gave out a sharp hiss under this heavy blow. It was pain, it was unbearable. This blow interrupted the spirit's constant escape. This super large soul storm itself was carried by the sword, In the case of a sudden interruption, the weapon of frostmourning is also a great destruction.

Under the double pressure of internal and external, the first crack appeared on the body of magic sword.

Then the death verdict, laughing wildly in Uther's hand, and the mourning of the shadow, whistling in ferding's hand, slashed one after another at the same time where the crack appeared.

"Jingle"

The black sword body beats continuously at this moment, and finally completely breaks. The magic sword... Breaks.

Alsace's body also fell on the ground in the roar of the completely out of control soul storm, and lost the protection of the helmets. There was no expression on his slightly emaciated face, just like a completely dying loser.

He lay on the cold, broken ice throne, holding the hilt of a broken sword in his left hand. When the darkness in front of him was defeated, all that remained was a brilliant purple, cold snowflakes falling from the sky on the skin, the cold wind and everything around him.

Like his father, the king who died on the throne.

He also became king, and he was about to die on his own throne.

This fate of reincarnation... To the end of the campaign, with a trace of absolutely not funny black humor.

The scenes of the past flashed in front of his eyes, such as the court of Lordaeron, the night of tirisfa, the prosperity of East dalongmir, the tranquility of Quel'Thalas, the cold of Northrend, and a sense of loss.

When the dark side disappeared from his body, Arthas felt that he had lost something, the most important things.

"Cough... I guess you're looking for him?"

A voice rang out beside Alsace. As he was dying, the Lich King turned his head and saw Dick sitting cross legged on the ground, his face as white as paper. Sarufal held up woking. Old Fordring and Mograine looked at Alsace with complicated eyes. With his left hand resting on Dick's shoulder, the soft holy light kept beating, For Dick to heal the fatal injury, the farthest is Uther, the death Lord standing alone on the edge of the collapse of the ice throne with a bone sword, looking at the darkness in the distance, I don't know what to think... He took off his helmet, there was a trace of indelible confusion on his resolute face.

Dick's hand, holding a small white lantern, the riot purple soul in the sky, is being absorbed into the humble lantern in a special way. But what Alsace noticed was the little boy hiding behind him, who was afraid.

The child has golden hair, blue eyes, wearing a small blue vest, a pair of brown breeches, and a pair of gorgeous boots. His illusory body shows his identity. It is an undead, and it looks like an undead with his own wisdom.

Dick endured great pain and put his ebony pipe in his mouth. In the rising smoke, his voice was low and sad,

"I'm sorry... I'm late... Alsace, I only have time to save him..."