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Chapter 976 - The Wrath of Frostmourne

Arthas' face suddenly changed color.

The full-face helmet is indeed a good thing. Without it, even his subordinates would probably be shaken by the boss' changed expression.

Arthas immediately discovered that he was losing some control over the frost element.

"you..."

"Hehe!" Duke sneered.

The Demonic Weave itself is an energy network that exists in different dimensional spaces in the world of Azeroth. The reason why it was impossible to invade Northrend successfully before was because the dominance of all elements here was solidified.

Frost elementals are the least active of the four elements. Under normal circumstances, it is even more difficult for these elements, who are accustomed to the Lich King's orders, to rebel than for orcs to defect to humans.

The area near Icecrown is the home of Arthas.

If you want to occupy the magpie's nest, there is a prerequisite first - the owner is not at home or the owner has been seriously injured.

With Alexstrasza spraying the idiot with dragon breath and Elune launching another meteorite, Arthas' injuries must be serious, but if he wants to die from his injuries... there is still a long way to go.

What Duke is doing now is to take advantage of Arthas' weakness to seize control of the frost elements outside the Icecrown Glacier and dig out the roots of the idiot.

As a demigod of the magic web, Duke's strongest element is naturally the arcane element, followed by frost and fire. His control over frost is definitely not weak, but it is not as strong as others.

Although Arthas has the advantage of terrain, he is a Death Knight who also works as a mage. Moreover, his frost ability was acquired after Ner'zhul became the Lich King, when he changed from controlling fire to controlling frost. After all, Ner'zhul was first a shaman and then a warlock.

A warlock who was born to play with fire can play with the frost element so smoothly, and after the fusion of souls, he gave all this ability to Arthas. This can be considered an amazing talent.

Unfortunately, part-time workers are never as good as those who work in this field themselves.

In the elemental realm invisible to mortals, a war is unfolding between Duke and Arthas. While Arthas is injured, Duke's frost elements are advancing violently, constantly using methods such as dividing and advancing, making a feint to the east and attacking in the west to blitz Arthas' frost realm.

Just like cutting meat, every time Duke cut off a large piece of frost elements like cutting leeks, after a while he would completely tame this part of the frost elements and then attack Arthas' territory of frost elements.

What Duke is playing is the mage version of snowballing.

Not only that, an astonishing momentum was rising in the distance. Alexstrasza was flapping her red wings that covered the sky and the sun, and was rushing towards this side at high speed.

Her body, as huge as a mountain, swept across the sky like lightning, sweeping away the wind and snow in the air like a raging wave, and blowing away the accumulating ice clouds. It seemed that in just a little more than a minute, she would be able to reach him.

At the same time, the thick clouds in the sky directly above Dongyong Lake had already dissipated.

No, it looked as if a huge hole had been torn open in the entire atmosphere. In this ice cap glacier area where there was no sunlight all year round, the starry sky could be seen without any obstruction.

Elune, one of Azeroth's twin moons, is watching Arthas closely.

In the distance, the vague and illusory voice of prayer is faintly heard.

On the flying battleship, Tyrande was already a little exhausted from the all-out attack just now. Now it was Shandris who replaced her and was chanting prayers at the bow, working hard to prepare for the next Starfall.

Considering the recent instability in Ulduar...

Arthas is in trouble.

He faced a dilemma:

If he insisted on fighting Duke here, he would be beaten to pieces in a matter of minutes if he waited any longer. He was confident that he could kill Duke with the advantage of Northrend, but he was not sure that he could please Duke, Elune and Alexstrasza, three extremely powerful people who had entered the realm of God.

If he gave up, his emotions would not be able to bear it. As a king, he was blocked at the door by his rival and mortal enemy. Not to mention that he always claimed to be the orthodox of Lordaeron, he might not even be able to protect Northrend if he continued like this. This kind of frustration was simply driving him crazy.

At this moment, the rationality that once belonged to Ner'zhul began to dominate Arthas' soul.

If Arthas, who killed his father and his teacher, is a typical example of courage to fight against everything, then Ner'zhul is the representative of the survival style.

At the beginning, he was fooled by Kil'jaeden into launching a war against the Draenei. After yelling a few times to provoke the anger of the orcs, he withdrew and even gave up his power. Then he let his disciple Gul'dan take advantage of the opportunity and control the entire tribe.

The old tribe made a big mistake and drained the core of the entire planet Northrend. When Northrend began to become a dead planet and the old tribe was annihilated in an expedition to Azeroth, Ner'zhul realized that things were not going well and came to serve as the third chieftain of the Horde and organized a half-baked expedition. After being destroyed by Duke, he wanted to run to a corner of the universe to avoid Kil'jaeden.

If Ner'zhul were thrown into the game "PlayerUnknown's Battlegrounds", he would probably be the unlucky guy who didn't fire a single shot, survived until the last two people, almost got 0 kills and died, but fell to his death at the last moment.

Anyway, the fusion of Ner'zhul's soul gave Arthas greater power, but also actually weakened his fighting spirit.

Arthas became more...skilled in assessing the situation.

After the decision made by the brave and sharp character proved to be a failure, the calm and wise Arthas made the judgment - retreat!

Raising his head slightly and gazing at the huge moon in the starry sky, Arthas uttered a harsh word: "Edmund Duke, I'll be waiting for you at the Frozen Throne!"

After saying that, he disappeared into a sudden ice tornado. The ice bridge under his feet turned 180 degrees, then turned around and carried Arthas to the Gate of Retribution...

"He... is leaving now!?" There was unconcealable anger on Sylvanas' beautiful face.

Duke sighed, "I still couldn't force him to use his last move."

"Which one?" Jaina asked.

Duke looked serious and no longer smiled.

"That is the true wrath of Frostmourne. Arthas swept across Lordaeron 10 years ago. That evil rune sword absorbed the souls of hundreds of millions of creatures on both continents, from the weakest rabbits to the most powerful dragons. Countless wronged souls created the terror of the Scourge. This is also what we fear the most. If we take a direct hit, whether it's me, Alexstrasza, or Elune, we will probably perish directly and never be reborn."

My cold is getting better today...

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