Rise of the blood elves

The undead were like a tide rushing towards the lines of Lordaeron's remnant army. The sound of shouts and clashing of weapons and gold and iron could be heard endlessly, and the battlefield was in chaos.

The swarms of stitch monsters were unstoppable, tearing holes one after another in the front line.The ghouls quickly followed up to expand the results of the battle. They let out inarticulate roars from their broken vocal cords, biting their teeth and claws, dividing humans into individual fighting units, gradually eroding the vitality of humans.

Facing the main force of the natural disaster that was several times larger than our own, every soldier of Lordaeron's remnant army showed their unyielding will that had been baptized by long wars in desperate situations, and stubbornly maintained their formation.After the elite Allied troops rushed to the battlefield, the two sides merged and fought and retreated, leaving a field of corpses in front of them.

The dwarf steam tanks have also arrived. These steel beasts are far more terrifying than the Stitch monsters. The black muzzles are rumbling. Although the range is short, every time they fire, they can clear a vacuum in the dense undead. Countless Qing's undead were blown to pieces, with broken limbs and arms flying everywhere.

Those soldiers who are already trapped in a tight siege cannot be saved no matter what.In a certain death situation, all they can do is fight hard and try to pull as many undead back as possible before they die.

Spells rained down on the densely populated areas of the undead one after another, causing heavy casualties to the main force of the natural disaster.Fire, rain, and snow continued continuously, covering the retreat of Lordaeron's remnant army.The number of spellcasters in Dalaran and the Blood Elves is terrifying. One thousand five hundred elite level mages are a powerful force that cannot be ignored on any battlefield.

The corpses of gargoyles and griffins fell from the sky from time to time, and occasionally a powerless dwarf aircraft fell down with black smoke. The flames ignited the fuel and the ammunition exploded, killing groups of undead or our own soldiers.

Where the two armies were fighting, there was an open space that had gradually fallen into the undead formation as the coalition forces continued to retreat.

The undead soldiers passing by here seemed to know that if they went up, they would be burned to ashes without any suspense. It was as if they had received some order and completely left the battle to the two powerful beings inside.

Kael'thas looked expressionlessly at the fallen prince who was not far away with a strange smile slowly blooming from the corner of his mouth.

He didn't expect that as soon as he arrived on the battlefield, he would meet his lifelong enemy.Arthas, who destroyed Quel'Thalas and killed his father.

For a mage, impulsiveness is a completely inappropriate emotion, especially for a legendary mage like him who has been immersed in this art for nearly a thousand years.Impulses can influence thoughts and disrupt the weaving of spells. As early as the first hundred years of his life, Kael'thas learned to control these harmful and unhelpful emotions.

In the eyes of outsiders, Kael'thas has always been the perfect interpreter of reason and composure.But when he saw Alsace, he still couldn't hold back the anger in his heart and appeared in front of the latter.

Even though he knew that he could not kill the fallen prince surrounded by strong men.

The three moon crystals were suspended in uncertainty, constantly condensing mana to strengthen the spells to be activated. The emerald green magic flames on them burned like the anger in Kael'thas's heart, and the nearby snow was dyed dark green.

"Kael'thas, we meet again." Arthas sneered, stretched out his hand to grab his shoulder, pulled off the shoulder armor that had been melted into shape by the fire spell, and threw it to the ground. "When was the last time we met? Dalaran, I remember Jaina chose me in the end."

The fallen prince responded with a huge pyroblast fireball.

Arthas instantly suppressed his smile, Frostmourne emitted a forest-green light, and the undead energy instantly formed an energy barrier densely covered with complicated runes in front of him.

"boom"

The Pyroblast exploded with a bang, and the blood-stained white snow in a large area around him was melted by the high temperature, and vaporized into mist that steamed faintly, but it did not hurt Alsace at all.

Although Frostmourne completely withstood this extremely powerful spell, it seemed that Arthas was not feeling well.He raised his head and found that there was no one in front of him. He suddenly turned around and slashed with his sword, exploding another fireball in mid-air.

The flames were swirling, and this time there was no necromantic energy to protect his body. Alsace's white hair was ignited a lot.

A chill passed through his body, and the flames on the armor at the tips of his hair extinguished quietly.Arthas was a little angry. He stared at Kael'thas in front of him and said, "You are smarter than your father. At least you know how to keep a distance from me. He thought that he could fight me hand-to-hand with the Flame Strike. Unfortunately, in the end, he There is no glory in the death, even the artifacts you are proud of were chopped into pieces by Frostmourne."

Kael'thas was not angered. Standing at such a close distance, he could clearly sense how terrifyingly powerful the undead energy in Arthas' body was. Most of it came from the frost in his hand. sad.

Now he understands why even the Flame Strike cannot match it. That magic blade is indeed a supreme artifact.As the fallen prince said, facing Frostmourne with his old body was the biggest mistake his father made and the last mistake in his life.

However, in Kael'thas' view, the fallen prince was not familiar with the use of necromantic energy, and was unable to exert even one-tenth of his energy.

"Alsace, you have nothing but that magic blade."

"yes"

Arthas looked sarcastic and pointed at Kael'thas with his sword. Undead energy surged in from all directions, trapping him tightly and unable to escape, and then quickly launched a charge.

Kael'thas was surprised to find that this necromantic energy actually blocked the space, and he couldn't even cast the flash spell.Seeing the fallen prince getting closer and closer, Kael'thas calmly cast spells to hinder him while searching for weaknesses in the undead energy to eliminate them.

He made the fallen prince truly understand the horror of arcane magic. During the short charge of more than [-] meters, the latter suffered no less than thirty spells.

Arthas could still use the power of his artifact to withstand destructive spells such as fireballs and ice, but he couldn't hide those hard-to-find restrictive spells.The slowness technique that stagnated the air, the sudden air wall of ice barrier, and even the ice cone shards that came from unexpected angles all caused a lot of trouble for him.

"die"

Arthas finally approached and let out a cry. Frostmourne's cold light cut through the air and made a sharp sound, but it only hit a shadow.

Kael'thas appeared in embarrassment in the distance, holding his slightly trembling right arm and breathing heavily, his expression no longer as calm as before.

There was a cut in his sleeves, but the undead energy on Frostmourne was like tarsal maggots, ignoring the mana shield and directly corroding his right arm.

The skin of Kael'thas' right hand has abnormal dry wrinkles, just like the skin of a centenarian, which is obviously caused by the erosion of his vitality.

"It seems that I did underestimate you, Arthas."