The Prince of Lordaeron bravely enters Azeroth

Chapter 405 Frostmourne, I'm hungry

In the dark land of black ice, pieces of ice crystal "meteors" fell one after another at an accelerated rate, and a black dragon covered with runes was flashing left and right among them.

It has high-speed overtaking technology, but danger always accompanies it.

It was really unavoidable, so he faced it head-on with a breath of dragon flame, which melted the black ice while gathering the water flow to wash towards the magic sword below that was emitting cold light.

Although all the black dragon did could not delay much time, as the magic sword pierced through the water that instantly turned into ice and chased it relentlessly, these were all it could think of subconsciously.

Unable to engage in direct combat with the enemy, the black dragon's survival instinct was warning it that if it were to be attacked by a backhand claw, it would face a terrible fate.

However, the evil spell would not always affect his mind and make him continue to do such unwise things. The "holy light" in front of him alerted him.

The dragon claws that turned into black and gray gauntlets grabbed the holy sword that was seeking battle. The black dragon transformed into the Dark King automatically fell down, closed his eyes, held the sword, and snorted coldly.

"By the Holy Light, I have the Ice Axe Frostmourne. I am not afraid of the Demon Sword Frostmourne at all!"

As the demon sword approached, Arthas, with the sound of shouting holy light, seemed to be using all his strength to strike out with the axe and sword that he had been preparing for a long time.

The brilliantly formed Holy Light Axe Slash and the deeply hidden Death Axe Slash collided with the strengthening material of the Holy Sword at the same time.

The powerful force was met with huge force, and it had to fall continuously for a while. This action forced the demon head of the magic sword to flash his cold eyes several times.

For a moment, it was completely unable to understand this, as it was completely inconsistent with its usual understanding.

How can a less-than-legendary meal and two fake sword spirits repel it?

Its swordsman is at the level of demigod, having crossed two major realms. How come its remaining power is still not diminished and it is still retreating uncontrollably?

"Holy Light, evil has become cowardly, it's time!"

As the demon sword Frostmourne controlled the demon's hilt to flash and he was daydreaming, the sacred axe sword containing the power of two grandmaster principles came again to chop him down.

Any evil will be terrified and retreat in front of its authentic twin spirits!

There was no surprise. The difference between these two and the unknown material in front was very big. The two spirits of the holy sword once again defeated the evil magic sword.

Because the heights they are standing at are different today and from the beginning of the encounter.

No matter in which sense of height, this pair of sister sword spirits are not inferior to any Frostmourne that has received any level of enhancement or assistance.

"Frostmourne, follow the power of the holy light and come into my hands!"

Hearing these words, the joyful holy sword cheered, and the buzzing sound of the demon sword suddenly rang out.

Because the proud Frostmourne would never succumb to... a bunch of plants... an enemy that lacks the spirit of a hearty confrontation.

Holy Light and Death, in its "long" life, normal people are undoubtedly unable to... It just wants to ask, only the dead can play smoothly with the power of death.

How can this cunning and disgusting black dragon...control the Lich King suit's Perseverance Sword Spirit indignantly said, you...are the same kind of plant.

"Frostmourne, taste the infusion of Holy Light...taste the Holy Light's equal love for all living beings!"

For the pirated King of Death who can't hear and can't understand the language of the sword spirit, all this is completely unimportant. What's important is to use the two forces of holy light and death to take the opportunity to summon the magic sword.

Even though he already had more than one Frostmourne, who could refuse an extra special material to enhance the holy sword?

Don't you think so? My holy sword - Frostmourne.

I would be sorry if I didn't take a bite of the meat that was delivered to my mouth... Holy Light! Please forgive my sins and listen to my sincere confession.

With his heart full of piety, Arthas suddenly understood his path, and the legendary road seemed to beckon him.

"Believe in me, believe in the Holy Light, and you will see the true meaning of the Holy Light of Death!"

As soon as these words were spoken, the magic sword spontaneously breathed out deadly cold air, and immediately with an icy sword energy move, directly... The holy light became more and more intense, and actually blocked the magic sword's angry counterattack.

At the same time, Arthas's epiphany also dissipated. The Path of Holy Light, which had taken the initiative to take advantage of him, actually dared... actually dared to abandon him!

There are too many plants to count, and Arthas can't count them all...heresy!

Damn heresy, holy light... Oh! Not bad!!

Finding something funny, Arthas looked at the magic sword and laughed crazily: "Hahahahahaha! Hahahahahaha!! Wahahahahahaha!!!"

"Frostmourne, I'm hungry! Are you hungry? How about giving up resistance and finding two sisters to join forces to be the landlord?"

After performing some normal actions, the magic sword began to frantically call for its swordsman. Without the Lich King, it was powerless against this fool who suddenly enjoyed some kind of blessing from the Holy Light.

Hypocritical Holy Light of Death... A-choo! Hypocritical Holy Light, this is the territory of death!

Evil magic sword, you treat us elements as...Okay, okay, we are the element of death, not the three elements of ice, wind and earth...The cold wind pressed down with a sword.

"Haha, I like your resistance. You are the sword warrior of the Holy Light of Death!"

Relying on the Lich King's deep voice, Arthas smiled grimly and said, "Frostmourne, respond to my... respond to the expectations of the Holy Light!"

"Feel this incomparable warmth, feel this invitation that belongs only to you, and feel this powerful and reliable power of holy light!"

As soon as the words fell, a fierce white cold fog attacked the black and gray armored undead.

In the endless cold fog, in a corner of Arthas's vision, he saw... no, he heard it clearly with both ears.

This is the sound of clenching the sword, this is the sound of the sword ringing in joy, it is exactly the same as the rampant appearance of the holy sword in his hand before, there is no difference at all.

"Frostmourne, don't be scared, follow me!"

"You've said enough... you fool who believes in the Holy Light."

The cold fog dissipated, and an evil king whose face could not be seen clearly appeared before Arthas. The sharp sword spirit in his hand actually wilted in the face of the magic sword!

That set of rune armor, not to mention the familiar Crown of Domination on the head, just looking at the other rune fragments, Arthas had an extremely clear memory of what the Lich King's ice prison looked like.

No matter he had scanned countless battles, modified battles, or brushed countless old orcs and old souls, he was extremely convinced that he was Ner'zhul.

That’s enough, Frostmourne. You’ve been bitten by Ner’zhul so many times, and you’re still a coward... Brother, I beg you not to be a coward. You’re the only one left by my side.

At this time, the Crown of Domination on Arthas' head shook, and a familiar yet unfamiliar voice came into his head, "A brave man is asking for a fight!"

"Brave Sword Spirit: Master, don't worry about that coward, let me take over, I will output!"

As for this sword spirit that didn't know what fear was, Arthas believed that he knew the character of this sword spirit very well. It was definitely not... What, you... are you really you? !

"Nameless Holy Light: Paladin, the Holy Light is with you, I will help you defeat that stupid fool of death!"

Unconvinced, Arthas shouted angrily: "Ner'zhul, if I can defeat you once, I can defeat you countless times!"

"Do you hear the call of the Light, Ner'zhul?!"

Forcing the coward and the brave to merge their sword spirits into one, Arthas raised his sword with both hands and said, "Evil bastard, look directly at the greatness of the Holy Light!"

"When the Holy Light permeates your body, you will eventually understand what the Holy Light means to you... uh..."

After beheading the "holy stick", the Lich King said: "You boring fool... It's time for you to face death."

Crack, that's the sound of broken ice falling.

Where the voice came from, Arthas stood up from the human-shaped ice cave and waved his hand to attract the aura of death to form a square ice road under his feet.

Don't disbelieve it, some skills are necessary, especially after practicing them countless times... Although he didn't practice it voluntarily, this trick is really practical.

Standing on the ice, Arthas looked up and said, "You bastard, I am being tolerant of you for a moment."

"This is the outcome I got... Look at the absolute power of judgment bestowed upon me by the Holy Light!"

With one hand clenched into a fist, he raised his fist with great enthusiasm and spread his wings. The power of holy light "generously bestowed" by the nameless holy light immediately responded to Arthas' determination.

In a moment, there was brilliant light!

His confidence surged, and the blue special effects in front of Arthas' eyes shot out, highlighting the excitement in his heart.

"I said...idiot...you've said enough!"

With a clang! Arthas Menethil swung his sword and fought head-on. That was what he was going to do today... The Lich King defeated the impostor with one sword.

As the fall accelerated, Arthas and the holy sword that had separated from his hand began to become suspicious.

The power of holy light is so...Paladin, your posture just now was wrong, how about trying another one?

Arthas did it right away. He picked up the devil's holy sword that had been combined into one, stepped on the ice and flew up.

"Evil, under the holy light, you are finished!"