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The two stared at each other. Nathanos remembered that the Elf Prince was one of the six members of the Kirin Tor Council and a powerful mage. However, his hatred of the undead made Kael'thas not look so calm at this time.

idle.

"Wouldn't it be better to stay in your kingdom? Be a prince... Oh! No, I should call you a king... No! That's wrong. After all, your kingdom has been destroyed, so what kind of king are you?

?" Nathanos tried to anger Kael'thas and disrupt his position. Although he was not a mage, he knew that the key to running magic was control. If Kael'thas got angry and lost control, he would undoubtedly lose to him.

battle between.

"I should have stopped Arthas in Quel'Thalas! I should have done this." Kael'thas narrowed his eyes and growled: "Tell me! Where is that coward?"

"You mean Prince Alsace? He's not here. Ah, it seems you miss him, why not? He destroyed your kingdom, he polluted your sunwell. By the way, he also killed your

Father."

"He is better at killing elders than anyone else, you don't need to remind me!" Kael'thas continued, "At least my father died in honor, but what about him? He killed a father who opened his arms to his son.

.”

Nathanos didn't know how Arthas would react when he heard these words, but it had nothing to do with him.

"You are as good as him, Prince Kael'thas. While your people were fighting bloody battles to protect their homeland, you were still enjoying the happiness of your family under the splendor of Dalaran, weren't you?

Nathanos sneered, "By the way! Isn't the city I mentioned just behind you? Why are you here? Looking for the gold coins you lost under the ruins? I guess you

There must be a lot of valuable collections in Dalaran..."

Kael'thas had already rushed forward, shortening the distance between him and his opponent in a few strides. Nathanos was still wondering about his death-seeking behavior. It was puzzling for a mage to rush forward like a warrior.

But the Elf Prince's next move surprised Nathanos. He suddenly pulled out a smooth and shiny weapon from the cuff of his right hand, a rune sword. It was just different from the blue runes of Frostmourne. This sword

There was a red light shining on it. Kael'thas drew his sword and stabbed the undead in front of him.

In desperation, Nathanos raised Quel'Delar to block. The two swords clashed. Kael'thas pressed with all his strength, but Nathanos still had reservations. He was forced back by the angry elves until

He stopped only when he stepped on a stone.

It was really surprising. He thought with emotion that Kael'thas' power made him look like he was not a mage at all. It was also the first time that Nathanos faced a mage who was proficient in swordsmanship, and the opponent was stronger than he thought.

"I know this sword." The two sides' eyes met, and the relaxed expression on Nathanos's face made Kael'thas angry. "I watched it being chopped into two pieces by Frostmourne, and then killed it in Arthas.

Before your father."

Nathanos was right. The sword in Kael'thas's hand was the sword of Felo'melrn, Flamestrike, the founder of Quel'Thalas, his ancestor Dath'Remar Sunstrider.

The sword is extremely ancient and has appeared in the ancient wars.

"I reforged it with vengeful fire. The flaming blows will tear you apart!"

"It will also witness another major historical event - the end of the last Sunstrider." Nathanos said sarcastically.

Nathanos was already physically stronger and was more skilled with the sword than Kael'thas. He began to use force to push the opponent back, trying to make him lose his balance. However, the mage reacted quickly, and his movements were almost perfect.

Using another move, he wielded the Flame Strike. Nathanos saw Kael'thas' attack with force and knocked the opponent back.

"I guess it hasn't been long since you recast it. Don't you know that the knots of the broken sword are very fragile?" Nathanos said while looking for Kael'thas's flaw.

"Do you want human weapons to be compared with elven weapons?" Kael'thas laughed, "Flame Strike has never been so strong - just like me, just like the blood elves. Because we have been broken, we are stronger -

Strong and determined. Our determination is to see Arthas go to hell and to see you monsters wiped out in ashes!"

The attack came with lightning speed. One second the Elf Prince was standing there giving a passionate speech, but in the next moment Nathanos had to resist with all his strength. A sudden attack through flash? The combination of magic and swordsmanship is really hard to guard against! Quild

Pull hit the flaming strike. Nathanos pretended to retreat, and then raised his sword to sweep violently. Kael'thas used another flash spell to appear behind Nathanos, avoiding the path of the sword, and then turned around to counterattack and attack

The intensity and frequency of the attack surprised Nathanos. He was forced to take one step back, then two steps, and almost slipped to the ground. He bent his right knee and barely managed to stand still. Kael'thas roared and stood up.

The sword thrust forward, launching a fatal blow. Nathanos tried his best to parry, rotating the hilt of the sword, using the blade to misdirect the attack direction of the flaming strike, and then slammed Kael'thas with the elbow joint of his left arm.

The mage groaned and stepped back, and the power in his hands disappeared. Nathanos seized the opportunity, lifted Quel'Delar with both hands and struck Kael'thas.

However, the strike of flames blocked the attack. The two swords touched each other again. The flames of hatred burned in Kael'thas's eyes.

In terms of hand-to-hand combat, Nathanos was superior. Although in terms of weapons, Kael'thas boasted that the reforged Flame Strike was more powerful, it was not enough to make up for the gap in hand-to-hand combat between them. Little by little, Quel'Delar was approaching.

Kael'thas' throat.

"The lackey of Alsace!"

Rage suddenly blurred Nathanos' vision, he roared out and stabbed with all his strength.

But it pierced into the dark soil.

Kael'thas is missing.

"Coward!" Nathanos roared, even though he knew that the Elf Prince couldn't hear it at all. The bastard used magic to leave again. Anger surged in his heart, and at the moment when his reason was almost washed away, he put his emotions aside

He was driven aside. He had a question, why Kael'thas didn't use magic to attack him? He soon thought of the answer - maybe it was because of the restriction of magic addiction that Kael'thas did not dare to use magic at will.

"Magic's lackey!" Nathanos murmured, and then easily fought his way out of the anxious battlefield. The next battle had nothing to do with him, and no matter the outcome, it did not affect him. The tide of undead was only unstoppable on the surface. But the elves

But they fought bravely. Outside the ruins of Dalaran was a mess, and the land was soaked in blood. Nathanos looked around the battlefield, the battle was still going on, but the only blood elves he could see were no trace of their master.
Chapter completed!