The undead hit the line of the Lordaeron remnants like a tide. The sound of gold and iron fighting between shouts and weapons was endless, and the battlefield was in chaos.

The stitching monsters gathered in groups could not be stopped, and they tore open one hole after another on the front. The ghouls quickly followed up to expand the results of the battle. The broken vocal cords let out a vague roar, biting their teeth and tearing them, dividing humans into combat units fighting alone, gradually eroding humans' vitality.

Faced with the main force of natural disasters that were several times higher than our own, every soldier of the Lordaeron Remnant Army showed his unyielding will to go through long-term war baptism in desperate situations and stubbornly maintained his formation. After the elite Allied troops rushed to the battlefield, the two sides united and fought and retreated, leaving behind a corpse in front of them.

The dwarf's steam tanks have also arrived. These steel beasts are much more terrifying than the stitching monsters. The black holes rumble and the range is close, but every time they fire, they can clear a vacuum in the dense undead. Countless undeads were blown into pieces, and their remaining limbs and broken arms flew across.

Those soldiers who were already in siege could not be saved no matter what. In a situation where death is inevitable, all they could do was to fight hard and pull as many undead as possible before death.

The spells fell like rain, falling in dense undead places one after another, causing great casualties to the main force of the natural disaster. The fire rainstorm continued to snow, covering the retreat of the Lordaeron army. The number of casters of Dalaran and the blood elves was terrifying. One thousand,500 elite level mages were placed on any battlefield, which was a powerful combat power that could not be ignored.

From time to time, corpses of gargoyles and griffins fell from the air. Occasionally, a lost dwarf aircraft fell down in black smoke. The flames ignited fuel, and the ammunition exploded, killing groups of undead or soldiers on their own.

At the battle between the two armies, there was an open space that had gradually fallen into the undead formation as the coalition forces continued to retreat.

The undead soldiers passing here seemed to know that they would only be burned into ashes without any suspense when they went up, as if they had received some order, leaving the battle to the two powerful beings inside.

Kelthas looked at the fallen prince whose mouth was slowly blooming with a strange smile not far away.

He did not expect that as soon as he arrived at the battlefield, he encountered his lifelong enemy. He destroyed Quelthalas and killed his father Alsace...

For mages, impulse is an emotion that should not have, especially for a legendary wizard like him who has been immersed in this world for nearly a thousand years. Impulse will affect thoughts and disrupt the weaving of spells. As early as the first century of his life, Kelthus learned to control this harmful and useless emotion.

In the eyes of outsiders, Kelthas has always been the perfect interpreter of rationality and calmness. But when he saw Althas, he still couldn't hold back the anger in his heart and appeared in front of the latter.

Even though he knew very well that he could not kill the fallen prince who was surrounded by powerful people.

The three moon crystals were suspended and constantly condensed their magic power to strengthen the spells to be activated. The green magic flames on them were burning like the anger in Kelthus's heart, dyeing the snow nearby dark green.

"Kelthas, we're meeting again." Arthas sneered, reached out and grabbed his shoulders, and pulled down the shoulder armor that had been melted by the flame spell to the ground. "When was the last time we met, Dalaran? I remember Jaina chose me in the end."

Responding to the Fallen Prince was a huge fireball.

Arthas instantly curled his smile, and the sadness of frost emitted a green light. The undead energy formed an energy cover densely packed with complex runes in front of him.

"boom……"

The flame explosion Explosion Explosion Explosion burst, and the bloody white snow on a large scale around it melted by high temperature, vaporized into fog and evaporated faintly, but it did not hurt Alsace at all.

Although Frost Sadness completely resisted this extremely powerful spell, it seemed that Arthas was not very comfortable. He raised his head and found that there was no one in front of him. He suddenly turned around and slashed with a sword, slashing another fireball in the air.

The flames were rolling around, and this time there was no undead energy cover to protect the body, and Alsace's white hair was ignited a lot.

The coldness passed through his body, and the flames on the armor of his hair were quietly extinguished. Alsace was a little angry and stared at Kelthas in front of him, saying, "You are smarter than your father, and at least you know how to keep a distance from me. He thought that he could fight with me with the attack of flames. Unfortunately, he died in the end without any glory. Even the artifacts you proud of were split into pieces by the sorrow of frost."

Kelthas was not angry. Standing at such a close distance, he could clearly sense how terrible the undead energy in Althas's body was, and most of it came from the sorrow of frost in his hands.

Now he understood why even the flame strike could not match it. The demon blade was indeed a supreme artifact. As the fallen prince said, facing the sadness of frost with his old body was the biggest mistake his father made and the last mistake in his life.

However, in Kelthus's view, the Fallen Prince was not familiar with the use of the undead energy, and the Kong Shuo was unable to exert one or two of the energy.

"Arsace, you have nothing but that magic blade."

"Yeah?"

Arthas showed sarcasm and pointed at Kelthus with his sword. The necrotic energy surged from all directions, tightly imprisoning it and unable to escape. Then he quickly launched a charge.

Kelthus was surprised to find that this necrotic energy actually blocked the space and he could not even cast a flash spell. Seeing the fallen prince getting closer, Kelthus calmly casts spells to block it while searching for the weak points of the necrotic energy to break it.

He made the fallen prince truly realize the terror of the magic. During the charge of just over twenty meters, the latter suffered no less than thirty spell strikes.

For lethal spells such as fireballs and ice, Arthas can still move forward and break through with the power of the artifact, but those restrictive spells that are difficult to find are not so easy to avoid. The slow technique of stagnating air, the sudden arrival of ice barriers, and even the ice cone lobes that attack from unexpected angles have caused great trouble for it.

"Die!"

Arthas finally approached and let out a cry. The frost's sorrow and cold light shook through the air and made a whimpering sound, but only hit a phantom.

Kelthas appeared in a mess in the distance, holding his slightly shaking right arm, gasping heavily, his expression no longer regained its calmness.

A hole was cut on his sleeve, but the undead energy on the frost sadness was like a maggot on the tarsal bone, ignoring the magic shield and directly corroding his right arm.

The skin of Kelthas's right hand has abnormal shriveled wrinkles, just like the skin of a centenarian, obviously caused by the erosion of vitality.

"It seems that I have really underestimated you, Alsace."
Chapter completed!