When Frostmourn stopped flying in the air and grabbed Manolos' spear, his heart was excited at first—Manolos knew that if the little blue creature had been playing hide and seek with him, and not fighting her head-on, he would have done nothing about her; But if this guy wants to test his strength...... Manolos felt his chance.

Every muscle in the Abyss Lord's arms became tense as he tugged at the spear in his hand, imagining Frost Sorrow being dragged in front of him by his tugging, and then bitten off his head with one bite out of his own.

But soon, Manolos found that things were not going the way he had imagined, and instead of retrieving his spear from the blue figure, he ......

When the tremendous traction from the hilt of the spear reached Manolos's palm, he only had time to utter a cry of astonishment and doubt for a lifetime, and then the force used the hilt as a lever to pick up from the ground by the Well of Eternity.

Even if he could shrink his size, Manolos would be at least twice as big as Frostmourn; However, it was Frost Sorrow, who looked small and weak, who grabbed Manolos' spear with one hand, not only did he not have the ability to take it back from Frost Sorrow's hand, but was forced into the air by the little magic sword through the indestructible spear shaft.

The brief suspension lasted less than a few seconds, and with a fierce wave of Frostmourn's arm, Manolos' body left the ground. Crossing half a circle in the air, in such a slightly uncanny way, Frostmourn came to an "over-the-shoulder fall" - from the front of the Little Demon Sword. Thrown behind Frost Sorrow.

Manolos let out a low roar, as large as his body had been slammed to the ground, breaking a few bones at least; But that wasn't the end of it, for Manolos saw the blue figure again and quickly turned to face him, but raised a hand high and pointed it to the sky.

……

How strong Frost Sorrow's body really is. Even the little magic sword himself couldn't tell—in front of Arthas, Frostmourn was just a weak little girl, and she would even go limp because she couldn't bear Arthas's play when she was in love. and even shed tears aggrievedly.

But at the same time, Frostmourn is an extremely powerful being - she can match the Red Dragon Queen in hand-to-hand combat with the strength of her body, and she can easily defeat the famous Abyss Lord Manolos in a contest of strength, and smash him to the ground.

Frost Sorrow stood proudly in front of Manolos. looked coldly at Manolos who fell to the ground; She raised her little white and delicate hands high. Point to the sky - no spell is needed, a powerful spell is already condensed above.

The climate around the Well of Eternity is unique, and the waters of the lake with arcane energy keep the surrounding woods and shrubs lush and spring-like all year round.

Suddenly, however, a cold wind swept across the Well of Eternity, blowing shallow ripples on the surface of the lake; Dark clouds suddenly condensed above Frost Sorrow's head, and soon. Snowflakes fell from the sky and slowly fell.

"Snow?"

Manolos barely turned his neck. Feeling the slightest coldness of the feeling that fell on him, he muttered in a low voice in demonic language, and then lost consciousness in a trance.

The blizzard summoned by Frost Sorrow was certainly not used to cool down the already cool nights - the places where Manolos had touched the snowflakes became tangled into a thick layer of ice in an instant, and soon, the snow covered Manolos's whole body, and the abyss lord, who had dominated countless worlds, also turned into a huge ice sculpture in this heavy snow.

"Humph!"

Frostmourn dropped Manolos' spear, clapped his little hands, and glanced disdainfully at the huge ice sculpture in front of him—this Manolos was ugly and stupid...... Even if it turns into an ice sculpture, it's still so ugly!

……

Arthas's eyes widened at what was happening in front of him—the wind and sun were still shining on the edge of the bushes where he and Sindalosa stood, but where Frost Sorrow and Manolos were, it was already raining and snowing.

"What the hell is going on? Snowing? ”

Arthas asked, somewhat confused.

"No, it's the spell of Frostmourn...... I don't know how she did it, but it was a frost spell...... Look, master, isn't that Manolos already frozen into an ice sculpture? ”

Sindagossa explained to Arthas as he stood beside him, vigilantly guarding that no demon would dare to rush over and threaten his master's safety.

"I need your bone dragon to have a lot of mouths!"

Before Arthas could reply to Sindagoza's explanation, he discovered that Frostmourn had returned to him without knowing when; The little magic sword immediately grabbed the crook of the master's arm, made a grimace at Sindagosa, and said strangely.

"Little Frost...... Are you okay? ”

Arthas hurriedly dragged Frost Sorrow in front of him, and said a little nervously - the experience of being embarrassed in front of those demon guards just now made Arthas realize that the Burning Legion was definitely not a weak target, and he couldn't help but begin to doubt whether his previous judgment of Manolos' strength was correct, so he was quite worried about the safety of Frost Sorrow.

"Of course it's fine! How could a stupid guy like Manolos be Xiaoshuang's opponent! ”

Frost Sorrow quickly patted his chest and assured his master.

"It's okay...... Let's stop those elven spells! ”

Arthas nodded, and then said to Frost Grief with some anxiety - although the Burning Legion at the Well of Eternity had included the demons of the Abyss Lord Manolos and the unknown Demon Leader during the battle just now, Arthas noticed that the High Elves who were busy at the Well of Eternity in the distance had not stopped their rituals - those High Elves had not even glanced over here.

Arthas felt that the commotion was so loud that it was unlikely that the upper elves would not have been completely unaware of what was going on here - either they couldn't be distracted when casting spells, or they ...... It was because this ritual was so important that they had no thoughts of distraction at all. (To be continued.) )