There had never been a large-scale battle that ended in a single battle.
The more he led a large-scale battle, the more Duque felt moved by this saying.
If he wanted to end the war quickly, he might end up like the Gates of Heaven's Wrath in history, smashing his head against a fool who had the advantage of geography and manpower.
Arthas herself was powerful enough.
She also controlled the mana veins of the entire Icecrown Glacier. Second-rate fighters like Bolvar and young Salufar would be annihilated if they ran into her.
After spending so much time to seize the geographical advantage and reduce the total number of soldiers of the Calamity Army to an acceptable range, Duque finally began his attack on the Icecrown Fortress.
Even so, Duque still divided the Allied Army into echelons and sent them up one by one.
The sky above the Icecrown Fortress was always dark and gloomy, and the wind howled angrily.
Ever since the explosion of the ancient Kalimdor continent, this gloomy chill had persisted for tens of thousands of years.
The wind cut like a knife.
Even though it was already summer, the temperature in the Icecrown Fortress was not higher than -20 degrees.
The soldiers of the Allied Army put on thick cotton-padded jackets and gloves, wrapping themselves up like dumplings. Even their faces were covered with thick goggles and half-masks. Only the hot air coming out of their mouths and noses showed that they were alive.
* Whoosh! Whoosh … * One, two … Five dazzling blue pillars of light rose from different directions of the Icecrown Glacier.
Those were the magic formations on the five mana veins of the City of Calamity, the Castle of Evil, and the Cathedral of Darkness.
Each formation was overseen by a top-notch Radiant Moon Mage, such as the Great Astromancer Solarian.
They chanted complicated incantations and used hand gestures that mortals would never understand to slowly fine-tune the energy output of the mana veins.
Admittedly, all the formations had been personally drawn by Duque using the Titan Runestones. The specific effects still depended on the spellcaster.
Raising his head, the Lich King's gaze pierced through space and landed on the magic pillars of light. He quietly watched as the pillars of light grew brighter and brighter, connecting the heavens and the earth, as if they could reach the other side of the universe.
"Your Majesty, don't worry. The magic power of the five branches combined is not as great as that of the Ice Crown Fortress," the Sun King comforted Arthis.
Anastrian was telling the truth. The Icecrown Citadel had not been built randomly. It had been specially chosen by Ner 'zhul when he descended upon Azeroth.
That first generation Lich King spread his mind power throughout Noscent and searched for a long time before picking this place. Then, while strengthening his own forces, he dispatched various Undead as craftsmen to build this unique ice castle.
Although the five Mana veins in the surroundings were very powerful, they were only about 70% of the Ice Crown Fortress' strength.
However, when the two floating cities, Naxxramas and the Dalajan, appeared in mid-air in the distance to the southwest and southeast of the Ice Crown Fortress, Arthas suddenly had an ominous premonition.
"No! I'm going to destroy a floating city first! "Arthas said as he stood up.
Just as he was about to make a move, there was a sudden rumble in the sky.
It was a line of fire falling from the distant sky.
A huge comet fell diagonally, breaking through the dark void, smashing through the thick clouds, burning the cold winds in the atmosphere into blazing turbulence, and finally aimed at the Icecrown Citadel.
Arthas was no stranger to this scene.
"Ai! Lu! En! "This name was almost squeezed out from under the heavy black helmet.
It was the Moon Goddess Elune.
Azeroth was the only true god, and this was after excluding C 'Thun and the other evil gods. Although Elune had never truly descended upon this land for unknown reasons, this did not prevent her from participating in this war in her own way.
On a high platform facing the northeast of Naxxramas, Tyrande stood against the wind, her green hair and snow-white priest robes fluttering in the wind.
The mysterious moonlight transcended the barrier of day and night and descended upon her, communicating with her and communicating with her. The Goddess used her sharp eyes to lock onto her target.
Her physical and mental strength were pouring out like a broken dam, and for a moment, even Tyrande felt like she could not hold on any longer.
Soon, a smile appeared on that holy and heroic face.
The final adjustment had been completed, and the rest was up to gravity.
Perhaps Arthas could try using a light cannon to see if it could stop the meteorite from falling, deflect it, or something else. Elune would naturally protect this falling meteorite with her divine power.
No matter what Arthas did, Elune's goal of consuming the magic power of the Icecrown Citadel would be achieved.
Behind the Lich King's helmet, there was a clear anger in the pair of deep eyes. "Hmph! Send it to me if you have the guts! "
When passing through the atmosphere, the strong friction would cause the meteorite to burn and reduce its weight. Even so, when it fell to the ground, there would be at least a thousand tons of meteorite. Coupled with the terrifying kinetic energy, even the sturdy Icecrown Citadel would not be able to withstand a meteorite head-on.
This was an open plot!
An open plot that Arthas could not resist!
A beam of white light that seemed to freeze everything in the entire field of vision was shot out from the Icecrown Citadel.
Arthas finally made his move.
[Frostmourne's Wrath]!
The white freezing beam collided with Elune's purple and blue meteorite in midair.
It burst into a dazzling brilliance like fireworks.
"Ah, so beautiful!" Jaina, who was guarding Naxxramas, felt as if she had returned to her childhood, when she first saw fireworks.
Next to her, Duque smirked. "Wow! The Lich King is angry again! Damn it, let's see how many times you can be angry! "
Duque happily snapped his fingers, and Cadgar, who was next to him, immediately understood.
Five minutes later, on the two floating cities of Dalajan and Naxxramas, huge pillars of light also lit up into the sky.
On the Frozen Throne, Arthas suddenly lost his voice.
"What!?"
If he was not wearing the full-face helmet that covered all his expressions, his face would probably be very ugly right now.
Five earth veins, plus the two floating cities, a total of seven fulcrums formed a strange magic array.
Seven beams of light pierced the sky, and as they were about to penetrate the atmosphere, countless glowing titan runes began to spread. They emitted a mysterious radiance, and in a way that Arthas could not understand, they finally formed a huge circular magic array.
The earth trembled slightly, and the entire continent of Northrend was dyed purple and blue. It was as if the sun had risen at the end of the night, forcefully and domineeringly erasing the stars and the moon from the sky.
There was only one color left in the world.
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