"Let's finish it!"

After a mocking invitation, the demon hunter set off and prepared for the battle.

"Your subordinates have either been cut into pieces or have been taken as one of my commands."

Arthas pulled out the sadness of frost, and the runes on the sword shone brightly, and a mist floated around the hilt of the sword.

The flames behind the Ellidan's blindfold were brighter and greener than before. When he saw this rune sword, the light spots condensed slightly. If Ellidan*Ruby Wind, a famous master who has been famous for thousands of years, had a pair of magical weapons, Alsace's weapons would be no less than that!

"Your ending is nothing more than one of the two." Leaping off the invincible horse, Arthas raised the grief of frost and prepared to fight.

"I'm very suspicious." Illidan said sarcastically, "I'm stronger than you know. My master has made your master! Come on, lackey! I'll go and take care of your pitiful-"

Arthas rushed forward, and Frost's sorrow shone in his hands with a low voice. He longed for Illidan's death like his master.

But the demonized elves did not seem to be frightened by the raid at all. The demon hunter raised his double-edged weapon in the most leisurely movement to withstand Arthas's slash.

Frost Sadness once cut off many powerful ancient swords, but this time it cut on the metal shining with green light, making only a clang, and then the blades connected and made a harsh friction sound.

Arthas struggled to persevere, and Illidan smiled proudly at him, which made Arthas worry again.

After absorbing the skull of Gul'dan, Illidan really changed, at least he became stronger than before. Illidan let out a low and harsh laugh and pushed it hard. Arthas was forced to stagger back, kneeling down on one knee and struggling to resist the rushing demon.

"It feels great to defeat the opponent who was once evenly matched!" Illidan said with a low growl. "If you can play a little better, Death Knight, maybe I will give you a pleasure when I take action."

Arthas had no time to pay attention to his insults. He gritted his teeth and focused on resisting the attacks that were coming like a storm. Illidan's weapons were dancing faster and faster, like a spiraling green light. Arthas could feel the demonic energy emitted from the battle blade, just as he knew that Illidan could also feel the cold darkness emitted by the sadness of frost.

Suddenly Illidan disappeared, and Arthas blew forward by inertia and lost his balance. He heard the sound of his wings flapping, and turned around and saw that Illidan had already flown up. He hung in a height that Arthas could not reach, and his huge wings with membranes bulged with a strong wind.

They looked at each other. Arthas held his breath and noticed that the battle just now did not have any effect on Illidan. His strong lilac body was shining with the oil of sweat. Arthas stood still, holding the sadness of frost to prepare to welcome Illidan to swoop down and launch a new offensive.

"Look at these Essinos double-blades!"

Illidan said proudly, flapping his wings and ascending upwards.

The battle blade swayed in his left and right hands, as if making Arthas realize that his hands were equally agile.

"Two gorgeous and magnificent swords! This was once the beloved weapon of a Doomsday Guard. He was a powerful demon officer, and I killed him...that happened ten thousand years ago."

"How long have you fought with your sword, humans? How much do you know about it?"

These words were originally intended to make the Death Knight nervous, but on the contrary, he was excited because of this.

Yilidan may have held this magic weapon for a longer time - but Frost's sorrow is in hiding with each other's souls.

Rather than saying that Frost's sorrow is a sword for Arthas, it is more like an extension of his own body!

He knew this when he first arrived in Northrend.

When he first looked, he was convinced that the sword was waiting for him and there was something between them. Now he felt the sadness of frost tremble anxiously in his hands, as if he wanted to prove that they were in the same sword.

The magic blade shines with light.

Illidan fell straight towards Alsace like a meteorite.

Arthas roared upwards with frost sorrow to fight the pounced demon. He had never waved the rune sword so confidently that he slashed at the enemy.

He felt the sword slashing deep into the flesh, and as he expected, Alsace pulled a deep wound on Illidan's body, and he was satisfied with hearing the painful screams of the former Kadore.

However, the bastard had not fallen yet. Illidan flapped his wings randomly, barely keeping himself hanging in the air. Under Alsace's shocked gaze, his body seemed to have become dark and twisted... as if it was made up of black, purple and green smoke.

"This is what you brought to me."

Illidan shouted loudly, his already heavy voice now becoming more low, making Arthas feel a trembling from the heart. The rolling black smoke condensed into the demon's face, making his eyes brighter.

"This gift - this power will completely destroy you!" (To be continued)
Chapter completed!