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The priest was a little stunned. She attached an augmented halo to the druid in front of her, and the other party was helping her to resist the undead minions summoned by the Lich King.

"We can protect our companions."

"That will only cause more death." Tirio replied, the Ashes Messenger was raised by him, and the warm light from the harsh cold. The corner of Fordine's eyes found that the others seemed to be acting without action, and they were all questioning whether they were struggling to abandon their sacrificed companions.

"Go and do it!" Tirio roared.

The first move was a dwarf paladin. He looked at the body closest to him with frustration. The other party was from Danasus, a hunter, and died in battle with his Night Blade Leopard.

"May the holy light shine on your soul, my friend." The dwarf pushed the body out of the battlefield with force. His behavior was undoubtedly correct, but everyone else was heartbroken.

Perhaps because he noticed a strange look, the dwarf shouted: "Do you want me to witness their resurrection and kill you?"

"He was right." Tyrio continued, "Don't hesitate, warriors. What's more important is the living people around you than the dead heroes."

The hesitation finally disappeared, and more people nodded to each other and began to act according to Tirion's orders. One body after another was pushed down from the frozen throne.

Arthas, who witnessed all this, sneered: "You abandoned your followers, Fording! Is this the will of the Holy Light?"

"We will inherit the will of our victims and completely destroy you."

"Rich." Arthas finished singing, and while standing up, he released the ice blade to force the people who were very close to him. "Do you think my Wagri will only resurrect the dead? Don't forget, you don't have wings here!"

The deformed Viku women finally arrived, and they walked through the twilight of the shadows. Before the Lich King gave any orders, they rushed directly to the living creatures on the platform. The speed was so fast that they could not dodge.

A dwarf wizard was caught by a Wagri with one hand because of his light body. After struggling in the air for no reason, he was thrown down.

Fording cursed, he should have thought of all this long ago. The people who came with him were not stupid. They began to target the attacking guys who could fly. After all, the number of Wagris was limited. They should be dealt with first and then deal with their masters. During this period, only one person would hold Alsace.

Tirio also noticed that the Lich King was looking at him. Yes! The other party's idea happened to be the opposite, to defeat the Ashes Messenger while Wagri dealt with the others. These winged monsters happened to give the two most powerful people on the platform a chance to have a fair showdown.

"Furding, I heard that your son died at the hands of a pastor who killed him with the light."

Tyran!

Tirio's heart was shaken, but for a moment, he regained his calmness. The Lich King was indeed good at using the enemy's past that he could not bear to look back on to disrupt the other party's beliefs. But if this trick was used on Tirio, it would be a big mistake.

"So the Holy Light betrayed me?" Tirio responded with a smile, without hiding the sarcasm on his face. "Our close relatives were unfortunately killed! I, you, and... a friend of yours." He said that when he mentioned the word "friend", Alsace looked at the group of people around and did not see a familiar figure.

Why didn't Nathanos come during the decisive battle?

"I can never let go of Tyran's death, but I am proud of him. At the last moment of his life, he abandoned his wrong ideas and pursued the most correct choice, even if that choice means betrayal and sacrifice!"

The memories of the past seemed to give Tirio strength. He jumped up and raised the Ashes Messenger over his head and waved towards the Lich King's head. There were countless enemies who tried to attack Arthas in this way. In the eyes of the Dark Prince, it was stupid. The sorrow of frost would eclipse any weapon, but the Ashes Messenger...

...Arsace found himself suddenly becoming uneasy. He felt that he was missing something, and what he lacked happened to be what Tirio had at this moment - the confidence in defeating the enemy.

No! Alsace frantically denied this ridiculous idea in his mind. Since the moment he picked up the Frost Sorrow, he has been invincible and invincible. He has almost forgotten what it feels like to fail.

This time it's no different!

Arthas raised the Frost Sadness to parry Tirio's attack. From his perspective, he saw the rune sword body and the ashes envoy burning with golden flames, and the roaring Paladin.

Boom! The sadness of Frost and the messenger of Ashes had the most intense collision ever. The evil death and the holy light of justice radiated around, storm after whirlwinds. Fireworks splashed around between the masters of the two weapons. Finally, both sides fought back with force at the same time.

Tirio stabbed his sword into the ground, using external forces to stop himself, and avoid being too long with the Lich King.

Arthas was also retreating, and he stopped when his feet were leaning on the stairs leading to the throne.

How much power did Fording use that attack just now? How many more attacks could he launch? The Lich King began to figure out the state of the enemy in his heart. This was his habit, the habit left behind during his lifetime. He remembered that Nathanos taught him this: every second in a battle, it is necessary to accurately measure the power changes between himself and the enemy. It is very dangerous to overestimate himself and underestimate the enemy.

Arthas smiled. He didn't need to care about his state because his power was infinite. On the other hand, Tirio, no matter how powerful the Paladin was, was still a creature and could not escape the fatigue of his body.

The Dark Prince laughed, "Nathanos is absolutely right. Any battle requires measuring himself and his enemies."

"So you still remember, I thought you forgot this sentence." Tirion held the Ashes Messenger with both hands again, and he had already slowed down from the confrontation just now. "It's a pity that you can't see the situation clearly!"

"Can't see clearly?" Arthas laughed, "You need to breathe, I don't. The land under your feet is strange, and the land under my feet is familiar. You must pray for the Holy Light, and I will control everything. The situation is that your way is at the end."

"Is that?" The expression on Fording's face began to calm down. He took a breath, but he didn't feel that the cold wind here was a torture to his lungs.
Chapter completed!