"Let's take a look at the situation first. "What else can Alexstasa do?

The meeting was a bit of an unhappy one.

Everyone knows that the results will be coming soon.

The King of Magic, Malygos, has never been the kind of dragon with strong staying power, his magic is more like a wave, and when there is a disparity in power, he directly kills the opposite side. When the gap is not large, it can hurt the opponent, and maybe you can rely on the body of the dragon to withstand the enemy's counterattack and kill the opponent.

If he doesn't hurt the other party, he won't have any surprises, and he will lose when he deserves.

The arrogant and arrogant Malygos rushed into the Icecrown Fortress, the old lair of Arthas. Arthas even opened a magical defense circle above the Icecrown Fortress for him, so that the Blue Dragon King could come directly to the Ice Throne.

Ordinary Scourge powerhouses have no chance of winning against this dragon king's magic.

Since resistance is a meaningless attrition of troops, it is better to directly fight the king!

Sitting on the Ice Throne, Arthas let out only two dark blue eyes from the heavy Lich King's full-cover helmet, and he silently watched the ice-blue behemoth slowly descend from mid-air.

It slammed into its shiny blue wings that didn't belong in the gray sky, and every time it vibrated its wings, the cold snap swept over the entire Icecrown fortress like an ice storm.

The temperatures, which were already icy enough, dropped further, representing the absolute zero turbulence of the Extreme Ice, easily covering the rest of the area above the Icecrown Fortress with a thick layer of snow except for the Ice Throne.

"Roar—" A dragon roar rang out, and every undead in the areas near the Ice Throne was shocked by the primordial howl that seemed to come from the distant past.

This scream came from the dragons, the overlords of the planet who have been at the top of the food chain for 25,000 years!

This dragon's roar belongs to a magic king who controls the elements!

The terrifying oppression of the dual realm directly made the slightly weaker elite undead warriors feel unstable, as if the soul fire nested in the rotten chest would be extinguished at any time.

Descending from the clouds, Malygos did not descend directly to the plaza at the top of the Icecrown Fortress, he flapped his dark blue wings and hovered over the Ice Throne,

The golden eyes were like a pair of golden orbs forged in gold, staring at Arthas sitting on the Ice Throne with the indifference of the co-lord of the elemental realm.

The self-proclaimed Lich King had no intention of standing up, and still sat on the throne with a golden sword, much to Malygos's displeasure, but he liked the feeling of looking down on his enemies from above.

"Arthas, despicable blasphemer, you should know what I am here for!" Malygos rumbled, white hair fluttering in the cold wind beneath his huge blue jaw.

"Sindagosa?" said Arthas's voice with obvious contempt, "I was worried about the lack of an air force, and here you are." While I don't believe in luck, it seems that this thing does exist. ”

Malygos's face became very wonderful.

Perhaps in the imagination of this dragon master, Arthas should tremble even if he did not bow his head like he saw the gods. He really couldn't see any possibility for Arthas to beat him, otherwise he wouldn't have killed Arthas by himself to trouble Arthas.

Of course, he has absolute confidence in his own strength.

At the same time, this is not just running over to pick up the bargain.

Dongyong Lake is not far from his lair. Duke was the bait, and Alexstrasza and Elune's combined blow was completely within his sensing range. He knew exactly how badly Arthas had been wounded.

Who knows, running to pretend to be forced, he was actually treated as a stupid X by the other party to deliver food, how can the arrogant Malygos not be angry!?

"Presumptuous—" With the terrifying roar of the dragon, the cold wind that swirled beneath Malygos's dark blue wings was like a cloud of ice, with a sparkling blue glow in the clouds, and after the light scattered around him fell, the frost elemental above the entire Icecrown fortress became disordered.

The Frost Elementals, who were supposed to bow down to the Lich King, all worshipped and offered their allegiance to the primordial magical kings of the world of Azeroth.

It's a terrible feeling to be deprived of control of subordinate elements. In the world of the elements, the sound of countless broken strings should have sounded in Arthas's hearing.

Almost in a flash, all that Arthas could control was the pitiful distance of less than ten meters around the Ice Throne.

A huge icecrown fortress that has almost become Malygos' domain.

His blue eyes still radiated a dull glow, and this time, Arthas finally stood up and smiled at the face of the blue dragon king.

This...... Maybe it comes down to some kind of inorganic sound that resembles laughter, which sounds hollow and weird.

"Malygos, you are indeed strong. Ever since Duke Marcus has laid despicable traps on me again and again, and has mobilized a large number of strong men to surround me, I also feel that the quality of my men is a little worse. You're here just in time ......."

"Huh, are you already crazy?" said Malygos, looking like she had some other means.

Arthas held the hilt of [Frost Sorrow] in both hands, leaned on the sword, and raised his head slightly: "No, I just think it's funny. Could it be that my nickname for Arthas has changed from "Lich King" to "Lord of Frost?"

Malygos' haughty smile froze suddenly. If the other party is a magician, or a guy who eats by the elements, when all the elements of the other party are controlled by him, the magic ancestor, the result is a hanging.

Malygos calmed down: "The lich is playing with corpses, and I am not afraid of even the living Sindagossa coming out. There is no corpse of the most powerful man to enslave him......

The Blue Dragon King's ramblings are not over, Arthas has already solved the mystery on his own.

"Hey, hey!" Arthas let out what should have been a sneer: "Why would I allow the vulgar you to come to my throne?

The [Frost Sorrow] in his hand suddenly became completely large, although it was only an illusory shadow, but something bound in the phantom of the huge rune divine sword made Malygos almost collapse on the spot.

"No, don't, don't come—" Malygos screamed like a frightened little girl, turned around and flew away.

However, the blue dragon shadows behind him were faster than him.

"Father—"

"Your Majesty—Great Your Majesty—"

"Dear ......"