While Mal'Ganis was thinking, Arthas had already knocked down the last undead. He took the warhammer off his back and threw it on the ground.
"It seems that I have underestimated your ability." Mal'Ganis was a little curious at this time, how did a mere human become so powerful?
Except for a very small number of ethnic groups, the upper limit of the strength that most mortal races can reach is very limited. They may only reach the strength of ordinary legion demons in their lifetime.
Of course, outstanding ones can also be born among these mortals, who can easily deal with the Legion's main battle demon.
But except for the magic users among them, there are only a few who want to suppress the senior generals of the legion through close combat.
Because the physical foundation of demons is much stronger than that of any mortals, unless they are hit by those powerful warriors or assassins, they are almost the highest combat power that can be endured on ordinary physical planets.
For example, Annihran, commonly known as [Abyss Lords], these terrifying demons described as "engines that spread destruction" can even tear apart giant dragons with their bare hands. Each Abyss Lord can defeat thousands of mortal armies. .
Facing the Burning Legion, whose strength far exceeds that of any mortal civilization, most of the time, the feats of mortal heroes are just the last elegy of civilization.
However, Mal'Ganis did feel some threat from Arthas, but the arrogant Dread Lord only admitted this little.
"Come on, unleash your rage and face your heart."
Mal'Ganis's whisper echoed in Arthas' ears. The voice was filled with dark magic, trying to further lure Arthas into the abyss of corruption.
Unfortunately, Arthas has not fallen at all, and the whispers of the Dread Lord cannot affect him at all. While Mal'Ganis casts magic, the tip of Arthas's sword is lowered, and soul after soul comes from the surrounding remnants. The corpse rises.
The runes on the Frostmourne Sword are lit by the power of the soul. Only when the soul is used as fuel can this rune sword reveal its true ferocious appearance.
When the remaining souls of the undead around him were swallowed up by Frostmourne, Mal'Ganis gradually realized that something seemed a little...off?
'This boy already knows how to drive Frostmourne to devour souls? '
Mal'Ganis was stunned for just a moment because of this question, but Arthas had already rushed to him with his sword raised.
'It's so fast! '
The Dread Lord's huge bat wings suddenly fluttered, and his body fell back, but Frostmourne's sword edge had already left a smooth sword mark on his rune breastplate.
If he had retreated a little slower just now, the sword mark might have been a huge wound that tore the breastplate.
Alsace, who failed to succeed in one blow, was not discouraged. Everything seemed to be as he expected. His boots made a "clang" sound when he stepped on the ground. Before the Dread Lord's figure was completely stable, he stepped down. A sword has followed one after another.
Mal'Ganis had no choice but to raise his right arm, trying to strengthen his arm with magic, trying to block Arthas' attack.
"Pfft!"
Demonic blood spattered, and the sharp blade easily cut through the evil magic and rune armor. However, these two layers of protection still allowed Mal'Ganis' hand to be preserved, leaving only a bleeding wound.
The fear lord was furious, and just as he was about to launch an attack, a rune on Frostmourne suddenly went out.
At the same time, Mal'Ganis felt a soul-rending pain burst out from the inside out. His eyes bulged, and a large mouthful of blood spat out on the ground, forming a rune.
"Is this... the power of death?"
Mal'Ganis looked at Arthas in disbelief. He finally understood that this guy was no longer a Paladin!
Before Mal'Ganis could make any other move, the second rune was extinguished. This caused his legs to sink. He looked down and found that two shadow chains were tightly clasping his waist. Legs.
The Dread Lord's sharp claws swept out quickly, and the two chains seemed to be cut off very fragilely, but before Mal'ganis could take a step forward, he staggered and half-knelt on the ground.
The shadow chain that he tore off quickly took shape under the condensation of a black mist, and even extended new chains to wrap around his waist and arms.
Arthas sneered and raised Frostmourne high, and all the soul power he had just gathered exploded. Sharp chains flew out from the undead corpses around him like lightning, and pierced the wings of the Dread Lord with ease.
"Roar!"
Mal'Ganis roared in pain, his eyes were red, and there was still blood on the corners of his mouth. He couldn't believe that he, who was good at using necromancy, was actually tricked by Arthas with the corpses of these low-level cannon fodder!
The remains of the undead were the breaking point of the Shadow Chain. Their tortured souls, whose souls could not rest in peace, rose up one after another under the control of Arthas, seeking revenge on the perpetrators!
"You... Ner'zhul taught you this?!"
Mal'Ganis realized that he and the other nathrezim had been deceived by the prisoner-like Lich King!
"Let you think about this question slowly in Frostmourne."
Arthas held Frostmourne at an angle, held the hilt of the sword behind his back, and thrust forward, the blade piercing Mal'Ganis' chest without any hindrance.
Mal'Ganis showed a disdainful smile. Although the prince defeated him, he didn't know that weapons made by Nasrezim could not hurt... Wait!
The Dreadlord roared in pain, and he was horrified to find that his soul was being greedily torn and absorbed by the rune sword. His filthy soul was the best delicacy in Frostmourne's eyes!
The evil souls of the fallen are as delicacies to Frostmourne as the souls of saints.
Mal'Ganis's eyes were splitting. If this continued, let alone cheating his death to escape, he would not even have the chance to return to the Twisting Nether and be resurrected. His soul would be turned into the nourishment of Frostmourne!
"No, it's impossible... It shouldn't be like this. This sword, no-!!!"
With a shrill scream, Mal'Ganis' body softened, his bat wings drooped feebly, and his originally pale skin became even paler, as if he were a statue that had lost all vitality.
Without the support of his soul, his body became very fragile. Coupled with the rejection of demons by the physical planet, part of Mal'Ganis' body began to quickly turn into fly ash and dissipated in the north wind of Northrend.
Until his death, Mal'Ganis did not understand why Arthas knew how to use the power of death and was able to exert all the characteristics of Frostmourne; why the magic sword that could not harm Nasrezim could backfire on their forging. By.
His plan to use Arthas to fake his death failed. The soul of Mal'Ganis, the mastermind behind the attempt to guide Arthas onto the path of corruption, will be forever imprisoned in Frostmourne and tortured. and plunder.
Arthas used a trace of death to retain Mal'Ganis' head, threw it into his own space package, walked to the war hammer, held the handle of the hammer with one hand, and the power of holy light shined out, purifying everything around.
The tall ziggurat quickly began to fall apart under the impact of the holy light. The gravel and crystal fragments peeled off little by little. Arthas turned around without any hesitation and whistled, as if to summon something.
The ethereal scream of "Xilulu" echoed on the ice field, seeming to respond to Alsace's call, and the skeleton warhorse burning with blue soul flames ran out of the mist.
Its body gradually solidified from being ethereal, leaving a long-lasting blue flame mark on the ground. Arthas stroked the skull and horse head close to him, "Long time no see, invincible."
"Invincible" snorted softly again, responding to his master's words.
"Your form is more perfect. Let's go and get something that should belong to us."
Arthas put Frostmourne back on his waist, got on his horse, and held the reins of Invincible. Without any further instructions from him, the war horse raised its front hooves high and led its owner further north in Northrend. go.
