Crossing the Other World: My Warcraft System

Arthas began to charge on his Invincible, his eyes locked on the fighting Sun King.

In addition to Arthas, there was another person in Silvermoon City who was also watching the Sun King.

There was some approval in Thranduil's eyes. This fighting style of holding a staff in one hand and a sword in the other was indeed somewhat similar to his own style in the past.

Sadly, it was only a few points. Back then, he was just one step away from becoming a magical demigod, but unfortunately, he died of exhaustion in the end.

My grandson is still far from his peak in the past.

Soon, Arthas came to the outside of the city wall holding Frostmourne. He raised Frostmourne, and black energy gathered on the sword. Then he swung it downward, and the black energy gushed out in the direction of the Sun King!

boom!

Where the entire section of the city wall collapsed, both the undead and the high elf warriors were annihilated by the black power of death, except for a huge lump of ice!

That was the life-saving measure the Sun King took after he felt the threat of death.

Arthas waited quietly for the ice barrier to be lifted.

Soon, the gorgeous Flame Strike and the cold Frostmourne collided with each other, and the Sun King took three steps back. After all, Arthas was charging at him on Invincible.

When Invincible launched his third charge, the Sun King finally couldn't hold on and fell in a pool of blood. The heirloom sword in his hand, Flamemel, was also cut in two by Frostmourne.

Invincible brought Arthas to the Sun King.

"You have wasted too much of my time, pathetic elf," Arthas raised Frostmourne. "Accept the call of the Lich King!"

The black energy from Frostmourne shot towards the Sun King, but the Sun King's body turned into a white light and disappeared.

Arthas turned his head sharply and looked at the city wall above his head. North Loval was standing above, and at his feet was the dying Sun King.

Just now, at the critical moment, the great magician teleported the Sun King over.

"Damn ants!"

As if sensing Arthas's anger, the city wall of North Loval shook again, and then a giant beetle crawled out from the ground.

"Humph! That's my prey, get out of here!"

Arthas shouted at the big beetle.

The big beetle shook its head, then moved its thick limbs, broke open the gap again, and rushed into Silvermoon City.

"The ones who are in the way have gone. Now it's your turn, damn wizard."

Arthas is ready for a double kill.

I don’t know how long it took, but just when North Loval couldn’t hold on any longer, a red flare was launched from Silvermoon City.

Then a huge phoenix was seen flying out. In front of the phoenix, the big beetle that was so majestic just now was running away with its head covered. The thick ice on its body had been melted by the flames!

"Reinforcements are coming! It's Prince Kael'thas's Phoenix!"

The high elves in the city were delighted that the reinforcements had finally arrived. In their excitement, they did not think about why the prince was not in the city, but the phoenix appeared in the city?

But before they had time to think about it, an army rushed out from the southeast of the Undead Scourge, which was the direction of Darth Wither's Tower. After Kael'thas and his men escaped from the Amani Crypts, they marched along the mountains in the east and finally arrived at Silvermoon City.

Little did they know that all this was part of the plan of the Sun King and Thranduil. With Garen following behind Kael'thas, the time of Kael'thas' arrival was calculated very accurately.

Kael'thas saw the broken walls of Silvermoon City from afar. This scene made him furious. He immediately changed his horse and rushed forward with the Knights of the Dawn.

The Sunfury and Eclipse Legions followed closely behind.

Sylvanas and Alleria looked at each other, and joined the charge with the Firewing Legion and the Firehawk Legion they met on the way.

Although Kael'thas has six legions behind him, their number is less than 20,000, which seems insignificant among the hundreds of thousands of undead troops.

But they had to rush. Silvermoon City was empty, and they, as the kingdom's legion, had to rush in and regain control of the city walls.

They knew that there was something wrong with the magic barrier, otherwise they would not have escaped from the Temple of the Sun in disgrace.

But they must rush forward and defend Silvermoon City, even at the cost of their lives.

Kael'thas held the reins of his warhorse tightly, his eyes only fixed on the two collapsed sections of the city wall.

All around him, flying shields are helping him to block the undead's arrows, staffs and longbows are launching long-range attacks, and battle axes, daggers, longswords, and war hammers are used to kill all the undead that try to get close!

not enough!

Far from enough!

too slow!

Kael'thas was extremely anxious.

Then the Staff of Disintegration flew into his hand, and Kael'thas began to gather all the magic power in his body while riding on his galloping warhorse!

The gathering of magic power made his magic robe flutter!

A huge and illusory fire phoenix appeared behind Kael'thas. As Kael'thas waved his staff forward, the phoenix with blazing flames began to dive towards the city wall!

It flapped its huge flaming wings, rolling up hot air waves, clearing out all the undead in front of it and opening a passage for Kael'thas.

It all happened so fast, no one expected that Kael'thas had such a talent in fire magic. They knew that the prince was very strong, but they didn't know he was so strong that he could cast powerful legion-level magic by himself!

Kael'thas is about to reach the city walls.

Arthas on the city wall had just pierced Belo'vir's heart and was about to convert the two people, but he found a high elf in a red robe coming to him. The weapons in his hands were the Quel'dorei Golden Staff and the broken Flamemaw dropped by the Sun King just now.

"Ant, are you here to die too?" Arthas said contemptuously.

The strongest grand magician in the two high elven kingdoms had been defeated by him, and at this moment, Arthas' heart was extremely inflated.

"Perhaps." Thranduil glanced at the Sun King and North Loval lying on the ground.

North Loval is dead, and Thranduil saw his spirit flying into the sky. The spirits collected by the Altar of Kings cannot be eaten by Frostmourne.

However, the Sun King was already on his deathbed, but he was still holding on, waiting for the arrival of Kael'thas.

"You killed my descendant. Although he was not very capable, I saw his bravery at the last moment. He was not completely useless."

Thranduil's magic was injected into the Golden Staff and the Fiery Strike. The two weapons vibrated slightly, as if the two weapons also felt the magic that they once knew well!

Dath'Remar, the master of both staff and sword, is back!