Arthas's face suddenly changed.
The helmet was indeed a good thing. Without it, even his subordinates would be shaken by his boss's change of expression.
Arthas immediately discovered that he was losing control of the ice elements.
"You …"
"Hehe!" Duque sneered.
The Weave itself was an energy network that existed in different dimensions in the World of Azeroth. He couldn't successfully invade Northrend before because the dominance of all the elements here had been solidified.
The ice element was the least active of the four major elements. Under normal circumstances, it would be more difficult for these elements, which were used to the Lich King's command, to betray him than a Beastman betraying the humans.
The area near the Icecrown Glacier was Arthas' home ground.
If he wanted to take over the place, there was a prerequisite: the owner was not there, or the owner was seriously injured.
Making use of Alexstrasza's dragon breath and Elune's meteor, Arthas's injuries were definitely not light. But if he wanted to die from serious injuries … there was still a long way to go.
What Duque was doing now was taking advantage of Arthas' weakness to seize control of the ice elements on the periphery of the Icecrown Glacier and dig out the roots of the fool.
As a demigod of the Weave, Duque's strongest element was naturally the arcane element, followed by the ice and fire elements. His control of ice was definitely not weak, but it wasn't that strong in comparison.
Although Arthas had the geographical advantage, he was a Death Knight and a Mage. Moreover, his ability to control ice was transformed from fire to ice after Ner 'zhul became a Lich King. After all, Ner 'zhul was first a Shaman and then a Warlock.
For a Warlock who used to play with fire to be able to play with the ice element so smoothly and even give this ability to Arthas after the soul fusion, this could be considered as amazing talent.
Unfortunately, a part-time job was not as good as a person who was originally in this line of work.
In the Elemental Boundary that mortals couldn't see, a battle was unfolding between Duque and Arthas. Taking advantage of Arthis' injury, Duque's Frost Elementals were charging forward violently. They were constantly attacking Arthis's Frost Domain with coordinated attacks and diversionary tactics.
Every time he cut off a large piece of the Frost Elementals, Duque would completely tame this portion of the Frost Elementals and then attack the territory of Arthas' Frost Elementals.
Duque was playing the Pharaoh version of rolling a snowball.
Not only that, but an astonishing aura was rising in the distance. Alexstrasza was flapping her pair of red wings that could blot out the sky as she charged over at high speed.
Her mountain-like body flashed across the sky like a bolt of lightning. Like a raging wave, she swept away the wind and snow in the air and blew away the frozen clouds. It seemed that she would arrive in front of him in less than a minute.
At the same time, the thick clouds in the sky above Winter Embrace Lake had already dispersed.
No, it looked like the entire atmosphere had been torn open, leaving a huge hole. In this Icecrown Region that never saw the light of day, one could see the stars without any obstructions.
Elune, one of Azeroth's Two Moons, was watching Arthas closely.
In the distance, illusory prayers could be heard faintly.
On the flying battleship, Tyrande's full power attack had already exhausted her. At this moment, Shandris had replaced her position and was chanting prayers at the bow of the ship, working hard to prepare for the next [Starfall].
Thinking about Audur's recent signs of instability …
Arthas was in a difficult situation.
He was faced with a dilemma:
If he insisted on fighting Duque here, he would be surrounded and beaten to a pulp in minutes if he waited any longer. He was confident that he could defeat Duke with Northrend's geographical advantage, but he wasn't sure that he could win against Duke, Elune, and Alexstrasza, the three powerhouses who had stepped into the divine realm.
If he gave up, his feelings wouldn't be able to take it. As a king, he was blocked at his doorstep by his rival in love. If this continued, he might not even be able to protect Northrend, let alone Lordaeron. This kind of grievance was driving him crazy.
At this moment, the part of reason that once belonged to Ner 'zhul began to take over the dominant position in Arthas' soul.
If Arthas, who killed his father and master, was a typical example of courage to go against the heavens and the earth, then Ner 'zhul was the representative of living a miserable life.
In the beginning, he was tricked by Kil 'jaeden to start a war against the Draenei. After shouting a few times to provoke the anger of the Orcs, he left, not even wanting any power. Then, he let his disciple Gul' dan take advantage of the loophole and control the entire tribe.
The old tribe made a huge mistake, and even squeezed out the entire planet's core. When Northrend started to become a dead planet, and the old tribe's expedition to Azeroth was wiped out, Ner 'zhul realized that things were not going well. He ran to become the third great chief of the tribe and organized a half-baked expedition. After being wiped out by Duque, he wanted to run to some corner of the universe to hide from Kil 'jaeden.
If Ner 'zhul was thrown into a game like Pugilistic Escape, he would probably be the kind of unlucky guy who didn't fire a single shot, and survived until the last two people. He almost got a chicken dinner with zero kills, but he fell to his death at the last moment.
Anyway, after fusing with Ner 'zhul's soul, Arthas gained more power, but in fact, it also weakened Arthas' spirit.
Arthas became more … aware of the situation.
After the decision made by the heroic character proved to be a failure, the calm and wise Arthas made the decision to retreat!
Slightly raising his head, Arthas looked at the huge moon in the starry sky, and said ruthlessly, "Duke Marcus, I'll wait for you at the Ice Throne!"
After saying this, his whole body disappeared into a sudden ice tornado. The ice bridge under his feet turned 180 degrees, and then turned around, carrying Arthas to the Gate of Heaven's Wrath …
"He … left just like that!?" Cirvanas' beautiful face was filled with unconcealable anger.
Duque sighed, "I still couldn't force him to use his last move."
Jaina asked, "Which move?"
Duque's face was solemn, and there was no longer any smile on his face.
"That was the true anger of [Frostmourne]. 10 years ago, Arthas swept across the Lordaeron Continent, and that evil rune sword absorbed the souls of hundreds of millions of creatures on both continents, from the weakest rabbits to the most powerful dragons. Countless souls created the terror of the Scourge Army. This is also what we are most afraid of. If we take a direct hit, whether it is me, Alexstrasza, or Elune, we will probably fall directly, never to be reincarnated. "
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