To Cirvanas, death was not scary.
What was scary was that after death, she would have to serve an enemy whose hands were stained with the blood of her own kind like a slave.
Elves were proud. They had a great history that they could be proud of, and a glorious magic civilization. Whether it was the magnificent architecture of Silverymoon City or the Long Song Forest that allowed elven rangers to enjoy nature and tranquility, they were the greatest inheritance and wealth of the elves.
Arthas and his ugly, filthy Scourge army that should have been destroyed a trillion times had destroyed everything.
They had destroyed the glorious inheritance of the elves, trampled on their pride, killed their friends and loved ones, and shamelessly enslaved their souls and bodies.
This was a crime that could not be forgiven!
The inextinguishable pride in her heart did not allow Cirvanas to make any compromises on the important matter of revenge.
However, she saw Lanais, the respected councilor of the past. Now, she served Arthas like a lowly whore. Arthas did not even give her a bone to obtain her loyalty and service.
She also saw Anastrian. He could not resist the temptation of eternal life. He first pledged loyalty to Ner 'zhul, then rebelled. Then, he joined the Lich King Arthas again, becoming a man who was worse than a dog.
Cirvanas could not accept such a thing. However, she knew that if it was her, she would not have fared much better under the endless torture and pressure of her soul.
Was she afraid?
No!
She was not afraid!
She had only made up her mind. If it came to the last moment, she would save the last lightning arrow for herself. That was an arrow that could destroy her body and soul.
She already knew that she might not be able to take revenge personally. But at least she would not be the pitiful creature that groveled to serve her enemy!
Cirvanas' furious golden eyebrows stood up at the greatest angle. Within her bright and beautiful eyes, it was as if there was a flame, a divine radiance mixed with thunder and lightning that continuously erupted.
Compared to the rage and determination in her heart, the elements around her body were unexpectedly calm.
Even the most violent lightning power in the natural world was as gentle as water. It quietly rushed over from the void and flowed into her body like rivers flowing into the sea.
"Duque, I'm sorry! What a joke, to actually break through at a time like this. "It was like a sigh, but also a farewell!
The malevolence on Arthis's face faded away and was replaced by a look of admiration.
It was because at this moment, Cirvanas had already broken through his limits. This method of imprinting his own mark on every drop of elemental energy signified that Cirvanas had advanced from a bottom-tier Demigod to a mid-tier Demigod.
Unfortunately, in the eyes of Arthis who stood at the pinnacle of the Demigod Realm, she was far from enough.
"Hehe! Based on your perseverance and growth, you are qualified to be the second leader of the Calamity Troop. " The corners of Arthis's mouth curled up, "I haven't forgotten the hatred of the past. Duque stole my woman, broke my arm, and cut off my waist. I can't let this go unavenged. Because this is my dignity as the Lich King … Haha! I'm really looking forward to seeing Duque's expression when he sees that all his women have become Undying. "
How terrifying was the all-out attack of a mid-level Demigod?
This is very difficult to estimate.
Arthis was not afraid, but he had to consider the upcoming battle with Duque. It was worth it to be able to turn Duque's arm and lover into his support, and at the same time, attack Duque's spirit.
If this was the Arthis before he fell, he might not have bothered to do this. After he killed his father, Terenas, and his master, Uther, all the morals and ethics of the human world could no longer be used to restrict his actions.
An ice river suddenly exploded under Arthis's feet. With a light tap of his left foot, Arthis's body flew into the air. In mid-air, his beloved horse, [Invincible], had already rushed out of the void and caught Arthis in an instant.
At this moment, Arthis had already turned back into a standard Death Knight.
When he was alive, [Invincible] was one of the few great warhorses of Lordaeron. After becoming an Undead Horse, [Invincible] received shocking enhancements. When it spread its four hooves and galloped, it was as fast as lightning.
Cirvanas had only drawn his bow halfway, and Arthis was already in front of him.
Fast!
Too fast!
With the unstoppable force of [Invincible], a terrifying sword that seemed to be able to split the sky and earth came crashing down.
The atmosphere was shaking!
The elements were trembling!
The space was buzzing!
Cirvanas, who did not have time to finish his action, had no choice but to raise [Solidar] high up. In her hands was a Divine Artifact bow, not a Divine Artifact sword. Even though [Solidar] naturally had close combat attributes, it was a pity that it was only a secondary function.
A bow, after all, was still a bow!
Cirvanas could already foresee that his extremely precious Divine Artifact longbow would be destroyed in the next instant. The terrifying [Frostmourne] would break through this insignificant resistance and turn her into a corpse in an instant.
A walking corpse enslaved by the evil Lich King.
At this moment, when time was almost frozen, Cirvanas realized in despair that he could not even shoot himself one last arrow.
Everything in front of him was white.
Amidst the white frost were the sorrowful wails of millions of wronged souls. After that, it was Arthis's savage and vicious face.
It was a critical moment, but at the very end, Cirvanas's mind turned to this sentence. "Duque … I'm sorry … I was too willful!"
Priests had a skill called [Prayer of Despair].
Cirvanas did not believe in it. She used to only believe in herself, but if God gave her a chance to do it all over again, she would choose to believe in Duque.
If prayer in despair was useful, then she might as well pray for once.
Cirvanas's tears scattered in the air. She used the last of her strength to call out a name, "Duque —"
She did not expect an answer.
However, time and time again, in this world, there was always one person who would not let her down. That person was her only partner, Duke Marcus.
"Coming!" With this slightly mischievous and slightly smug voice, a hand suddenly reached out from the portal behind Queen Sylvanas and pulled her in.
The famous [Frostmourne] slashed through the air, and Arthis could not believe her eyes.
Behind him and [Invincible], a couple appeared in another portal.
Looking at the familiar face, Cirvanas could not believe it. Her trembling golden eyebrows betrayed her forced calm. She reached out and caressed Duque's face, asking tentatively, "Duque?"
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