In the dim light before dawn, coupled with the cover of morning fog, the slowly unfolding illusion was somewhat hazy and unreal.

But it was so powerful that it covered the entire battlefield. This magnificent illusion that occurred at the southernmost tip of the Silver Pine Forest could be seen perhaps dozens of kilometers away.

It can be vaguely discerned that this seems to be an endless expanse of sea, with howling winds, huge waves, and rolling black water. Anyone will feel their own insignificance in the face of such natural power.

The illusion attracted everyone's attention. Whether it was the natural disaster camp or the soldiers of the coalition waiting for death, they all heard the sound of waves that echoed in their ears and saw the spread of the illusion with their own eyes.

As soon as this illusion appeared, Varimathras and Balnazzar, the two fear demon kings, showed a look of horror on their faces. Without saying a word, they immediately stepped up their offensive like crazy. Their sharp claws were like a gust of wind.

It was also mixed with almost instantaneous superb necromancy spells, attacking Liadrin and Dathrohan.

The pressure on the two paladins suddenly increased several times.

Dealing with the two Dread Lords joining forces is not an easy task. The other party is a legendary being with a long life, and is extremely powerful in terms of skill and body. What's more, the two of them are already exhausted, and they are within the scope of the large-scale withering spell.

Inside, one must always control the body of holy light in order to avoid the danger of losing life.

In just ten seconds, the two paladins were suppressed and out of breath, and their bodies suffered a lot of wounds. However, they still tried their best to guard the ground under Angmar, preventing the other party from having a chance to attack.

Break his spell.

It has been more than ten minutes since the Dreadlord raided Angmar's location and the two men rushed to help. During this period, they could be said to have been struggling to support themselves. During this period, the magic fluctuations in the air became more and more powerful, so strong that these people

The two well-informed commander-level figures felt a little frightened. They vaguely guessed the purpose of these two demons. They seemed to be very afraid of the spells Angmar could weave using that artifact.

There were several times when the Dread Lord even tried to get injured in order to bypass the two of them to interrupt Angmar's spellcasting process. If the two had not acted in time, the other might have succeeded. At this time, the other's eagerness made the two

People have strengthened their inner guesses, so they can’t let the other side pass through whatever they say.

In front of the natural disaster array in the distance, the scarred Deselok raised his head in shock and looked at Angmar in mid-air. After seeing the latter's actions clearly, a look of horror soon appeared in his eyes, and he started to fight unconsciously.

Shivered.

"How is this possible? It's him, it really is him!"

The demon murmured to himself and backed away step by step. Without even looking at the two brothers who were still fighting, and regardless of the fact that the natural disaster army was about to win, he directly activated the teleportation spell.

But the spell misfired before it was completed.

In the previous battle with the Ashbringer, Deserok was seriously injured. At this time, not only was his physical condition unable to withstand the tearing of the teleportation spell, but the remaining mana was not enough to safely cast the teleportation spell.

Deselok growled in annoyance, gritted his teeth, and ignored the cracking of the wound. He limped forward, flapped half of his wings that were riddled with holes, and galloped backwards like a bereaved dog, pushing away.

The undead blocking the road left a series of green bloodstains along the way, and soon ran away without a trace.

The Dread Lord's cowardly behavior was seen by Kel'Thuzad. The Lich looked at the other two Dread Lords that were attacking crazily in the distance with some surprise. He instinctively sensed that these demon "masters" seemed to be hiding something from him.

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But the unexpected situation no longer allowed him to think carefully.

The flame strike in Angmar's hand emitted a wave of magic waves that spread far away to the battlefield. The materialized magic mist blew away the lingering morning fog, and even faintly contained it.

The withering spell of necromantic energy was transformed, temporarily weakening the power of withering.

As a master of magic, Kel'Thuzad was able to accurately determine the energy level of the wave emitted by the artifact at this time.

Counting his career as a mage as a member of the Council of Six in Dalaran, and even his surrender to Ner'zhul and his knowledge of the vast and vast knowledge of the End of Darkness, Kel'Thuzad had never seen anything so strange.

Powerful magic.

This is inconsistent with his knowledge.

When Arthas attacked Quel'Thalas, Flamestrike was easily shattered by Frostmourne. This is enough to prove that the blood elves' so-called "legendary artifacts" are just like their pride, proud but fragile.

When Flame Strike appeared on the battlefield earlier, he thought it was just some temporary means used by the blood elves to hastily recast it and put it into use again. Its power was definitely not as powerful as the original one, and the user was still a weak epic mage.

Even though Angmar was special, in Kel'Thuzad's view, he still couldn't make any trouble, so he didn't choose it as his first target. Instead, he took the first step to deal with the legendary strong men who were more threatening, such as

Tirion and his ilk wield more powerful artifacts.

But the scene at the moment had already alerted Kel'Thuzad. The vulnerable reforged version of Flamestrike actually glowed with power that he could hardly imagine in the hands of the young blood elf who was illuminated by the sunwell.

Without casting a spell, Kel'Thuzad condensed a cloud of icy mist in his palm, then raised his hand and struck Angmar.

The mist flew across the air quickly, and was strengthened by the necromantic energy in the air, becoming extremely huge. The falling ice crystals were as big as heads, leaving a trail of coldness behind them, and the ice crystal fragments fell to the ground like hail.

, the ground was completely frozen upon landing, indiscriminately freezing to death a large number of coalition soldiers and undead, leaving hundreds more lifelike ice sculptures on the ground.

Seeing that the ice mass was about to touch Angmar, suddenly, a buzzing sound resounded through the sky, and the flames burst out with dazzling light, just like the blazing sun falling to the ground, spreading out

Endless light and heat.

Under the illumination of the light, the ice mass was evaporated in an instant. In a burst of shrill neighing sound, the undead energy on the vast battlefield disappeared quickly like soup pouring snow, and was completely annihilated.

When the light faded, Kel'Thuzad appeared in a crumbling mana shield. This protective spell cast in a hurry was as weak as a piece of paper, with holes everywhere, but the intact magic power was still there.

According to the restraint of the spell, it flows towards the damaged area.

Kel'Thuzad also looked like he had been slightly injured. Several of the rune chains on his body were broken, his robes were riddled with holes, a black burn mark appeared on his left shoulder, and his aura was much weaker than before.

He slowly raised his head and took in the distant scene. If there was still flesh and blood left, the look on the Lich's face must be...
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