"Submit, I will give you the double sublimation of body and spirit. Accept this gift..."

Amid the shrill screams, Sylvanas's soul burned.

Widths of soul burned into pure necrotic energy under the control of Ner's Zu, gathered towards Angma along his arm. Soon after, a thick light cocoon formed to wrap Angma tightly.

Perhaps it was through the eyes of Kel Thujad that he saw Angma saving everyone under the Frost Nova, perhaps because of the energy of the Sun Well in Kel Thujad's body that he felt Angma's uniqueness, or perhaps the moment Sylvanas invaded Angma's body, he discovered his specialness...

No matter what the reason is, the ruler of the Scourge had a great interest in Angma. In order to ensure that he could be brought into his own control, he even burned the soul of a legendary man, which was a huge sum of money.

But Angma had no intention of thinking about the Central Plains. Even if it came to his spiritual world, it was just a projection of the Lich King, and his spiritual power was so powerful that it could not resist.

He could only watch the undead energy invades his soul bit by bit, and the coldness that was frozen in his heart slowly spread, his thoughts began to stagnate, and a few breaths passed, and the irreversible corruption had arrived, and his consciousness gradually fell into chaos.

As he was about to fall, in a trance, he felt something on his waist heat up, and then began to pulsate with a strange rhythm. As the warmth flowed, the undead energy entering his body was dispelled completely...

The black light cocoon suddenly began to rise and contract.

"Um?"

Ner's brow frowned. The change in the light cocoon was obviously something he had not expected, but his face was still calm and he still maintained his original posture. No movement was seen, but a terrifying mental fluctuation spread.

With a shout, the flames on Sylvanas's spiritual body became even more fierce, and the soul ash produced increased by several times. More and more undead essences were injected into the black light cocoon, as if they wanted to suppress the changes in the light cocoon in this way.

As the soul burned rapidly, Sylvanas's screams became weaker and weaker, and gradually turned into low moans mixed with gasps.

With this support, the black light cocoon quickly suppressed the internal energy and returned to its original state. Seeing that the corruption was about to continue, suddenly, a ray of golden light suddenly penetrated the light cocoon and penetrated out of it, followed by the second and third...

"This is……"

Naozu was forced back several steps by the light, and an unexpected look appeared on his face for the first time. He subconsciously raised his arm to make a blocking action. But in just a few seconds, his arm that was blocking his face had been completely evaporated by the light, and his body also showed signs of dissipation.

All the undead energy that permeated the spiritual world of Angma was shining with golden light and disappeared silently like soup and snow.

Amid the extreme buzzing sound, the entire space was vibrating violently.

The phantom of the Ice Crown Glacier slowly disappeared, and the space of consciousness changed back to its original appearance again. The vortex composed of memory fragments slowly rotated. At the bottom of the vortex, in a bottomless golden pool, a towering tree with complex magic runes growing...

When the vibration subsided, the light became slightly dim, and a fiery red short sword with a wave-shaped blade appeared and appeared between Angma and Neruzu. The unknown energy formed a barrier to protect Angma.

From a distance, the golden light emitted by the fiery red short sword casts a corrupt dark back behind Ner's Zu. Straws of vaporized undead energy were wrapped in a swift way toward the far end.

Ner's spiritual projection was so weak that it could not control Sylvanas's soul. With a "plop", the Banshee King fell from the nearly empty orc projection, falling into the golden pool water, causing layers of water.

"Black Strike?"

Through the brief confrontation just now, Ner'szu seemed to have noticed the barrier built by the dagger, which was far from the ability of a mere projection to break through. He did not care about Angma at all, but took two steps forward to observe the dagger at close range.

As the distance narrowed, the orc's body dissipated faster and faster, but he ignored it at all, brushed the surface of the flames with his still intact left hand, and then took it back in front of him to take a closer look.

"This is not the attack of flames that was cut off by frost's sorrow..."

Between his thick green fingers, he pinched a pinch of golden powder, powder containing unknown energy, and soon melted his fingers into a small hole, and then slowly drifted in the consciousness space.

The former King Anastarian of Quelthalas once fought against Arthas on the sea south of Queldanas with a flame strike. Unfortunately, this high elves's handed down artifact was still inferior to the power of the Frost Sorrow Demon Blade. He was slashed twice and fell to the mortal world since then.

Through Arthas' senses, Neozu was equivalent to experiencing that battle personally. But now this artifact gives people a completely different feeling from the past, and even made this Lich King, who had already broken through the limits of mortals and had a wide range of knowledge, appear on his face.

The orc looked up at Angma, who had just left his mind control and had not figured out the situation. The greed and desire in his eyes were so strong that it was extremely strong. He said in a cold tone: "Interesting. Blood Elf, there seems to be something amazing secret hidden in you, interesting..."

After saying that, he completely disappeared into Angma's consciousness space.

Angma looked at the place where the Lich King's spiritual projection disappeared in surprise, and only felt relieved after confirming that the other party had really left his consciousness space.

Azeroth's conventional strength system is from four levels from ordinary to legend, and legend is almost the limit that mortals can reach.

This is the consensus of all intelligent races.

But for the Zandala tribes of night elves, blood elves or trolls, who have ancient heritage and relatively rich knowledge reserves, they know that the magnificence of this world is far beyond this. Above the legend, there are more powerful demigods, and even the servant of the dragon and the ancient god, Kserraki.

The Lich King is only able to control millions of undead spirits, even though his physical strength is relatively weak, it is comparable to the wilderness gods (demigods) who have been born with natural will since Azeroth was transformed by Titans and established order.

Kelthuzad, Alsace, and the frost dragon Safiron in later generations... are all terrible existences at the peak of Azeroth, but they are all directly controlled by the Lich King, which shows their strong mental power.

Facing such a terrifying existence is not a pleasant experience. What's more terrifying is that I seem to have made the other party completely think about it...

Until now, Angma was still in shock, but what made him feel that the corruption influence left by the Lich King in his body was completely eliminated by the unknown energy hit by the flames.

His condition is even better than before.

The golden energy that permeated the space of consciousness gave him a familiar but strange feeling.

"A Well of Eternity?"

Angma floated before the Fiery Strike and reached out to hold it in his hand. Finally, he was sure that the transcendent magic that burst out from the Fiery Strike came from the Eternal Well that created the Sun Well, Azeroth's most original magic.

A moment later, he turned around and looked at the proud "Holy Tree", thinking of the illusion when the Flame Strike was recast, and also thinking of the figures that seemed to come from the future when he visited Tyr's Tomb. He couldn't help but murmur: "Even I don't understand the secrets hidden in me."

Floating in the air and pondered for a while, Angma finally turned her gaze to the golden pool water at the bottom of the consciousness space. Sylvanas, who had lost consciousness, was closing his eyes tightly, floating in the water flowing.
Chapter completed!