Arthas used Frostmourne to pierce the Sorrow's head, but it was not enough to kill a titan construct.
As the Saint of Sorrow believes, as long as her core is not damaged, she will not die completely.
But Arthas didn't kill her. After Frostmourne pierced her hard skin, it instantly drained all the surrounding heat. As the temperature dropped suddenly, a thick layer of ice began to spread from the sword wound.
When most of the Saint of Sorrow's body was covered in ice and she completely lost consciousness, Arthas took Frostmourne's hand and pulled out the magic sword.
A shocking scar was engraved on the forehead of the Holy Maiden of Sorrow, but she had just fallen into an extreme sleep and was not completely dead yet.
But after Frostmourne left the body of the Saint of Sorrow, it did not stop extracting all the heat around it. Instead, with the support of the energy sent into the sword by Arthas, it became more unscrupulous.
The steel rune dwarves who were knocked away by the Saint of Sorrow but were not dead yet got up and tried to attack Arthas.
But before they got close to the prince holding the magic sword, the movements of these iron dwarves became extremely slow. Every time they took a step, they would make a harsh steel friction sound, and a large number of ice crystal fragments would fall to the ground.
Even the floor of the rock hall was covered with a thick layer of frost.
All the heat that sustains life activities was extracted by Alsace and exiled from the real plane, and was thrown into the cracks of an unknown plane.
This low temperature, which is different from ordinary ice magic, makes the rune iron dwarves who have extremely high magic resistance unable to parry. Even if they charge and attack without fear, they just turn into ice sculptures in the cold wind.
Arthas did not launch any attack. He just dragged the Saint of Sorrow with one hand and held Frostmourne in the other, strolling through the battlefield as if there was no one around.
Everywhere he went, there was frozen soil.
The power of frost derived from the power of death is different from the ice controlled by arcane magic. This power is closer to death and is the mortal enemy of all living things, even structures.
Objects close to Alsace, whether moving or stationary, were quickly swallowed by frost, and the entire hall was gradually filled with ice crystals.
The power surging in these dead ice layers also made all objects fragile. The few iron dwarves blocking Alsace's path were lightly swept by it and shattered to pieces.
Krasus, who was fighting fiercely with the iron dwarves, suddenly shivered. He felt that his body was gradually stiffening, and even the hot blood of the red dragon in his body could not resist the erosion of the cold.
The iron dwarves who were devastated by the cold also turned their heads to kill the "source" of Alsace. Their simple thinking believed that as long as the source was destroyed, they could stop the cold that was tearing the iron dwarves apart.
Unfortunately, no iron dwarf warrior was able to enter the realm controlled by Alsace. This behavior, like moths flying into a flame, caused the number of iron dwarves in the hall to decrease rapidly.
Moreover, after losing the command of the Holy Lady of Sorrow, these iron dwarves, who were corrupted by dark runes and whose minds were not very bright, did not know what retreat was.
Before receiving new orders, as "puppets" who obeyed the instructions, they rushed towards Alsace and towards death.
With the attraction of Alsace, these iron dwarves soon turned into ice sculptures displayed in the hall.
Crassus looked at Alsace, who was dragging the body of the Saint of Sorrow slowly walking towards him, and took a breath - and then his throat hurt due to the cold air.
"The terrifying power of frost." Malygos exclaimed. He might be able to create a larger range of frost magic, but the local effect could no longer exceed what Arthas had shown.
"Hey guys, I've got it. I've got all the bad things that Loken did and his dark history!"
Brian happily walked out with Yuanpan in his arms, but before he got halfway, he shuddered - "What's going on? Did someone cut through the wall?"
He thought it was the cold wind from the storm cliff pouring into the hall, but when Brian saw the "beautiful view" outside the arch, he froze on the spot.
"Wow... wow, did you do this? It's really... an artistic picture."
In the past, Brian would have had to accuse this kind of vandalism of cultural relics, but in these extraordinary times, he had no other thoughts except to marvel.
"Did you get the things? Do you want us to leave first?" Malygos asked Arthas.
No one present seemed surprised that Arthas could drag the Saint of Sorrow, as if it was a matter of course.
"No, wait a minute, I want to do an experiment, right here."
Arthas had no immediate plans to evacuate. If the Saint of Sorrow died, it wouldn't be long before Loken would know that someone had slipped into the Hall of Stone.
In this case, why not try to expel the corruption of the Saint of Sorrow by the ancient gods.
He once made a contract with Onyxia, erasing the corruption of the black dragon by the Old Gods from the soul level, allowing her to gradually return to her normal bloodline, rather than the bloodline contaminated by Deathwing.
Now, he plans to repeat the same trick on the Saint of Sorrow.
If the Ancient Court can still be activated normally, it might be easier with the help of the Ancient Court.
It's just that now the main energy supply pipeline of the ancient court has been cut off by the Holy Lady of Sorrow, and the noise caused by starting it with backup energy is too great.
"I am going to try to erase the corruption of this Titan construct by the Old Gods. Malygos, do you have any ideas?"
Before taking action, Arthas still asked Malygos. This old blue dragon's research on magical mysteries was unmatched by anyone on Azeroth. Maybe it would be of any importance in the long run. discovery.
"The corruption of the ancient gods..." Malygos pondered for a moment, seeming to be recalling something, "This kind of corruption is basically irreversible."
In the 10,000 years since he was betrayed by his best friend, he not only killed countless black dragons, but also captured some of them for research, hoping to see what made the once gentle guardian of the earth corrupt.
But all the experiments that tried to remove the corruption from the black dragons ended in failure, which made Malygos increasingly irritated, and at the same time, he gradually believed that the corruption of the black dragon family was irreversible.
But now hearing that Arthas was preparing to drive out the corruption in the Guardian brought him back to those sad and crazy years.
"Arcane magic cannot remove this stubborn disease. I once even killed a corrupted black dragon and tried to remove the corrupted energy from his corpse, but I failed..." Malygos said.
"I have not been able to find the key to undoing this corruption...and I have always felt that the power at my disposal cannot undo it."
Arthas looked at the frozen Saint of Sorrow and said, "The influence of the ancient gods comes from the inside out. When you realize that you have been invaded and swallowed by them, it is already too late and you are terminally ill. However, my Power might be able to 'kill' this corruption."
"Kill?" Malygos was puzzled by the word.
Arthas did not answer, but raised Frostmourne and inserted it into the wound again.
