Whether it was Cirvanas's Lightning Arrow or Vashj's elemental fight, whichever side succeeded would cause Arthas great losses.
Arthas did not dodge or evade.
Hundreds of cubic meters of frost elemental energy were snatched away from him.
The Lightning Arrow, which would have been easily blocked in the past, hit Arthas without any hindrance. Due to the deviation of the angle, the arrow was aimed at his chest instead.
Arthas took the full brunt of the arrow. Lightning snakes writhed in his chest, and even the skeleton carvings on his heavy armor cracked from the arrow. Cracks spread out like a spider web.
It was foreseeable that the damage of this arrow would not be low.
If this was before, Queen Sylvanas would definitely be overjoyed. But at this moment, her heart sank into the Ice Abyss.
An attack that Arthas risked injury to launch was definitely not child's play.
[Frostmourne] drew a full stop to this attack.
Onyxia knew that it was her fault, but she still held onto a sliver of hope and prayed that Arthas would not hit her.
Unfortunately, in the next moment, she suddenly felt a shiver pass through her body. That feeling scared her into curling up subconsciously.
Immediately, she saw a cold black light sweep over her body. Even though she tried to dodge as much as possible, she still felt pain in her lower body and right wing.
The heart-wrenching pain, accompanied by the power of darkness, quickly spread from the wound to every corner of her body. It was like a boulder falling into a calm lake, creating circles of huge waves. Between the peaks and troughs of the waves, white and black spiritual power flickered continuously. This power formed a structure similar to a spider web, and it began to quickly corrode Onyxia's body.
"It's over!"
Onyxia tried to balance her body again. At the same time, she swung her tail fiercely, thinking that at the very least, both sides would be injured.
But Arthas, who had his hands free, ignored Vashj who was swinging her sword at him, and grabbed at the black dragon with his left hand.
[Death's Grasp]!
With Arthas's strength, it was effortless for him to restrain a black dragon that weighed dozens of tons.
That unexpected loss of balance once again disrupted the black dragon princess's rhythm.
Cirvanas protected him with all his might, and then shot another arrow with all his might.
Arthis' left pauldron was instantly destroyed by the arrow. One could even clearly see that the deltoid muscle on his shoulder looked as if it had been gnawed on by a wild beast.
Arthis did not care and stabbed the dragon a third time. This time, the sword stabbed into the dragon's abdomen, causing the black dragon to let out an earth-shattering wail.
Vashj had arrived.
The frost aura around Arthis suddenly exploded. With him as the center, an ice mountain expanded at an astonishing speed of a hundred meters per second.
The six new Epic-ranked weapons slashed at the iceberg, but the speed at which the iceberg was destroyed was only slightly faster than the speed at which it was formed.
It would be too late to complete the attack on the Lich King.
The next moment, Arthas brandished his sword and charged at Vashj.
Two white, angel-like soul creatures, [Wagri's Shadow Guards], with two wings and two wings as their foundation, suddenly charged out of the void. They caught Vashj off guard and threw themselves at her, hugging her tightly.
That earth-shattering suppression actually made her unable to break free for a moment.
Arthas had arrived.
After breaking through the iceberg, he displayed [Frostmourne] horizontally to Vashj in a strange posture. The eye sockets of the terrifying skull carvings on the blade flickered with heart-palpitating flames of the netherworld.
Vashj had never experienced such a feeling. She couldn't help but look at the skull. Suddenly, she heard a noisy soul voice. In this voice, there seemed to be hundreds and thousands of people talking and whispering.
It was like the palace banquet in Azshara ten thousand years ago.
She clearly wanted to refuse this noise that constantly echoed in her ears, but the Queen's orders forced her to listen to every voice, trying to find a secret conversation that was disadvantageous to the Queen or herself.
Vashj's mind was greatly disturbed by that vague, yet distinct, sense of confusion.
When she woke up from this disturbance, it was already too late.
Arthas's fierce horizontal slash had arrived.
It was a sword momentum that seemed to be able to split the entire world from the horizon, and there was no room to dodge at all.
At this critical moment, all Vashj could do was raise all six weapons and futilely block in front of her.
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! "Six consecutive crisp sounds, as well as two sounds that sounded like ripping silk, announced the failure of her final struggle.
The blood drained from Vashj's face, and her fluttering red hair seemed to have lost its color.
Even though she had already done her best to suck in her abdomen, she could not avoid heavy injuries.
Six epic weapons shattered, two arms chopped off, and her lower abdomen was directly cut open. This was the result.
If she could, Vashj would rather see her intestines and organs spilled all over the ground than see her wounds without a drop of blood. This meant that the power of [Frostmourne] had already begun to completely invade her body.
She was indeed a demigod, but a demigod's body could not be immune to even more powerful soul corrosion.
Vashj knew that if she died before the Ice Throne, her soul would not even have the chance to return to Planet Azeroth. She would become Arthas's slave like the former Dragon Aspect, Malygos.
"Hiss!" Jumping down from the fallen Black Dragon, Sylvanas's face had already lost all color.
It was too tragic!
She had originally thought that she, who had the weakest constitution among the three, would be used by Arthas as a breakthrough point. She had always been on guard, always leaving at least twenty percent of her wind element to defend against Arthas' Grasp of Death. If she was forcefully pulled into close combat, she would have lost more than half of the battle.
Evidently, her thoughts had been completely seen through and used instead.
Arthas didn't plan to be the first to attack her. As long as he crushed Onyxia and Vashj, who had stronger constitutions, Cirvanas would be nothing more than a lamb waiting to be slaughtered in his eyes.
Now, Arthas flashed his sinister smile.
"Hahaha! Pitiful female elf! Do you really think that your rage for revenge can burn me, the Lich King? Laughable! Too laughable! Without Duke Marcus, you are nothing! "
Arthis's ridicule was like the sharpest sword, fiercely gouging into Cirvanas's heart.
His revenge was being mocked!
The blood of thousands of her compatriots was flowing in vain.
Even she herself might very well follow in the footsteps of her compatriots, just like that Blood Queen Lanais, crawling against her will at the feet of this great enemy.
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