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Weapons can be thrown out!

Countless people think that only by holding it firmly in their hands can you feel at ease.

Nathanos also thinks this way, because weapons can only be blocked in their hands, chop, stab, and chop. A warrior will not feel lonely after having a weapon.

What's ridiculous is that it was also a warrior who let Nathanos know that weapons do not have to be held in his hands at all times. Before he died, the warrior threw a weapon at an existence that was tens of millions of times stronger than him, and then welcomed his glorious moment. That was his victory.

Broxsiga Sarufal, Nathanos thought of the orc for some reason. Perhaps it was because his nephew also died in this war. For whatever reason, Nathanos would thank the owner of the Oak Tomahawk.

At this moment, Shadow's Sadness was flying towards the target like the original oak battle axe. This time, it was no longer the final resistance that the weapon owner could make. What Nathanos wanted was victory.

Almost just a moment of kung fu, Shadow's sadness rushed into the weakness of Xindagosa's abdomen.

"Ah!!!" Queen Frost had no time to make timely defense, and she could only feel pain, as if the "gift" given to her by the Demon Soul tens of thousands of years ago was back.

She was already a body of death, but she felt that death was so close to her. The axe was expanding the wound on her abdomen. To be precise, it should be a release. The Lich King's Frost Sorrow helped her suppress the power of the demon soul. Now there is another weapon similar to the Rune Sword that is eliminating that kind of "help".

Death Wings and Malygos, the Frost Queen saw the former Black Dragon King and Blue Dragon King in their eyes.

Fear made her unable to move, her wings lost their strength, and she fell into the abyss under the Ice Crown Fortress like an airship that lost its power. Tens of thousands of years ago she fell into the snow and ice, and the same is true today.

Nathanos could not control his body, and after throwing out Shadow of Shadow, he lost his balance even more. His back hit the platform, and his body did not stop, followed by the joints of his head and arms. Nathanos finally lay on the cold ground, leaving a blood mark.

He could no longer tell where the blood flowed from his body. Compared to this, he wanted to know whether he could still stand up. After a little attempt, his brain reported the message: his left arm was paralyzed, his right eye was blind, and his legs were unconscious, but they were all transient.

In addition to the fracture-like pain in his body being attributed to the impact, the wither confirmed that all of his abnormal phenomena came from his forced secondary transformation form.

The price was not too high. Nathanos coughed several times, and blood foam spread out from the corners of his mouth. He could no longer feel the breath of the Frost Queen.

"It seems that I can't catch up with the Lich King." He said, coughing a few more times. "Ashes Messenger, please." Nathanos moved forward with his still movable right hand. His legs were dragging on the ground with a numb feeling. He frowned and found a bleeding wound.

"It's enough." He didn't stop and continued to move towards the direction of Sindagosa's fall. It was no time to watch the death of the Frost Queen, but the Withered One had something else to do.

I gathered all the remaining strength and called for the help of Marygoth, but the response I received was the whistling of the bitter cold wind...

The words of Cindagosa echoed in Nathanos's ears, and with each step he took, the clearer the sentence became, so that when he came to the edge of the platform, he could feel the sadness of lying in the cold snow waiting for death.

"I... am so envious... you, Cindagosa." Nathanos said to the abyss, the dark shadow blocking his sight like the curtain of a theater. "You will never...never know... whether Marigos... is powerless, or whether he really... abandoned you."

Polarized questions are a tiny gap between heaven and hell for a person. They can bring hope and despair. People always tend to be more inclined to the former before the questions are answered. The same goes for Nathanos.

If Aurelia had not come in person, if it was Wenleza or someone else to destroy him, then he could also get a little comfort from the small hope. That hope made him believe that his love had not abandoned him. If this was the case, he was willing to accept death happily.

Why do you have to die clearly? Isn’t it better to enter eternal sleep with beautiful hope?

"I've already experienced it." Nathanos whispered with his eyes closed, "I don't want to witness the second time." He felt the sadness of the shadow with his heart. The position of the axe was the last fall point of Cindagosa. The Frost Queen's body was broken into pieces, but her soul had not yet rested.

She could be reshaped and resurrected again, but that was really cruel.

Nathanos would never allow such a thing to happen again. He pushed forward and his whole body fell into the abyss as the center of gravity changed...

The green dragon Valiseria looked gratefully at the warriors who saved her, an orc death knight, a Forgotten Mage and a Dwarf warrior, and the Blood Elf Priest who healed for her, and of course, the one who was alerting the Forgotten Stalker.

If they hadn't defeated the Lich King's servant, she would have probably died long ago, leaving dragon tendons and keel bones for resurrection.

"The Green Dragons thank you for your help, the warriors of Azeroth."

"Our goal is to eliminate the Frost Queen Sindagosa. Do you know where she is?" asked Koroc.

"Excellent courage, no ancient dragon would not know the name of Cindagosa." Valiseria took a breath, "She was in the Frost Wing Hall under the elevator behind me, but you were more or less injured, and I'm afraid you are not the match of the Frost Queen."

"Even so, we must continue to move forward. Even if we die, we must do our best to pave the way for the Ashes Messenger." Koroc was about to turn around and direct his companions to continue to advance, but saw Belmont coming over with a worried look on his face.

The Forgotten said, "In fact, my leader has long gone alone to face Cindagosa."

"What!"

Koroke and the others looked at Belmont in surprise. The latter explained: "Every side attacks on the Ice Crown Fortress have their own plans, and the Forgotten is the same. It's just that the Withered Lord's mission is the most dangerous."
Chapter completed!