"Let's wait and see what happens." What else could Alexstrasza do?
The meeting ended a bit unpleasantly.
Everyone knows that there will be results soon.
Malygos, the Lord of Magic, was never a dragon with strong endurance. His magic was more like a wave of attacks. When there was a huge disparity in power, he could kill the opponent instantly. When the gap was not big, he could injure the opponent, and maybe even rely on his dragon body to withstand the enemy's counterattack and kill the opponent.
If he fails to hurt his opponent, he won't have any surprises and will just lose.
Arrogant and conceited Malygos rushed into Arthas' lair, Icecrown Citadel. Arthas even opened the magical defense circle above Icecrown Citadel for him so that the blue dragon king could come directly to the front of the Frozen Throne.
Ordinary powerful scourge warriors have no chance of winning against the Dragonflight's magic king.
Since resistance would result in a meaningless loss of manpower, it would be better to fight king against king directly!
Sitting upright on the Ice Throne, Arthas only had two rays of blue light shining from behind the heavy Lich King's full-face helmet. He silently watched the ice-blue behemoth slowly descend from mid-air.
It flapped its shining blue wings that did not belong to this gloomy sky. With every vibration of the wings, the cold current it brought up was like an ice storm, sweeping across the entire Icecrown Citadel.
The temperature, which was already cold enough, dropped further, and the absolute zero turbulence, which represented the ultimate freezing, easily covered the rest of the area above Icecrown Citadel except for the Frozen Throne with thick snow.
"Roar——" A dragon roar sounded. In the areas near the Ice Throne, every undead was shocked by this primitive roar that seemed to come from the distant past.
This scream came from the Dragonflight, the planet's overlord who has been at the top of the food chain for 25,000 years!
This dragon roar belongs to a magic king who controls the elements!
The terrifying oppressive feeling of the dual domains directly makes the slightly weaker elite undead warriors feel as if their souls are about to be torn apart, as if the fire of the soul nestled in their rotten chests will be extinguished at any time.
Malygos descended from the clouds, but he did not land directly on the square at the top of Icecrown Citadel. Instead, he flapped his deep blue wings and hovered over the Frozen Throne.
The golden eyeballs were like a pair of golden balls made of gold, looking down at Arthas sitting on the ice throne with the indifference of a common lord of the elemental world.
The guy who called himself the Lich King had no intention of standing up and still sat on the throne with his horse and sword in his hands, which made Malygos very unhappy. However, he liked the feeling of looking down on his enemies from a high position.
"Despicable blasphemer Arthas! You should know why I am here!" Malygos made a rumbling sound, and under his huge blue jaw, his white hair and beard fluttered in the surging cold wind.
"Sindragosa?" Arthas' voice was filled with obvious contempt. "I was just worrying about the lack of air force, and you came. Although I don't believe in luck, it seems that this thing does exist."
Malygos' face becomes very interesting.
Perhaps in the imagination of this old dragon, even if Arthas didn't bow down like a god, he should at least tremble in fear. He really didn't see any possibility that Arthas could beat him, otherwise he wouldn't have come to Icecrown Citadel alone to cause trouble for Arthas.
Of course, he has absolute confidence in his own strength.
At the same time, this might be a way to get a bargain.
Wintergrasp Lake was not far from his lair. With Duke as bait, the combined attack of Alexstrasza and Elune was completely within his sensing range. He was absolutely aware of how badly Arthas was injured.
Who would have thought that he would be treated as a fool by the other party just because he came here to show off? How could the proud Malygos not be angry?
"How dare you--" accompanied by a terrible dragon roar. The cold wind blowing under Malygos' dark blue wings was like a group of ice clouds, with dots of blue cold light in the clouds. After these rays of light that were scattered all around came down, all the frost elements above the Icecrown Citadel became chaotic.
The frost elements, who were supposed to obey the Lich King, all paid homage to the original king of magic in the world of Azeroth and offered their loyalty.
Being deprived of control over the subordinate elements was a terrible feeling. In the elemental world, Arthas should have heard the sound of countless strings breaking.
Almost at the first sight, the elements that Arthas could control were reduced to a pitiful distance of less than ten meters around the Frozen Throne.
The huge Icecrown Citadel has almost become Malygos' territory.
The dark blue eyes still emitted a dim light. This time, Arthas finally stood up. Facing the smug blue dragon king, Arthas smiled.
This... maybe it should be attributed to some inorganic sound similar to laughter, which sounds hollow and weird.
"Malygos, you are indeed very strong. Ever since Edmund Duke set despicable traps for me again and again and mobilized a large number of heroes to encircle and suppress me, I also feel that the quality of my men has deteriorated. Your coming is just in time..."
"Huh? Have you gone crazy?" Malygos raised his chin, looking as if to see what other tricks you have up your sleeve.
Arthas held the hilt of Frostmourne with both hands, leaned on the sword, and raised his head slightly: "No, I just think it's funny. Has my nickname Arthas changed from Lich King to Frost King?"
Malygos' proud smile suddenly froze. If the opponent was a wizard, or someone who made a living by using elements, when all the elements of the opponent were controlled by him, the ancestor of magic, the result would be a crushing defeat.
Malygos calmed down: Liches play with corpses, even if a living Sindragosa comes out, I am not afraid. There is no corpse of a supremely powerful person that he can enslave...
Before the Blue Dragon King's wild thoughts ended, Arthas had already solved the mystery himself.
"Hehe!" Arthas uttered a sound that should be a sneer: "Why would a great man like me allow a vulgar person like you to come before my throne? It is just to let you taste for yourself the eternal regret forged by your own hands!"
The Frostmourne in his hand suddenly became as big as the sky. Although it was just an illusion, some things bound by the illusion of the huge rune sword almost made Malygos collapse on the spot.
"No! No! Don't come over here--" Malygos screamed and turned around and flew away like a frightened little girl.
However, the blue dragon shadows behind him were faster than him.
"Father——"
"Your Majesty—your great majesty—"
"Honey..."