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Keeping distance, using spells to continuously weaken the enemy, and finally delivering a fatal blow, this is the most classic tactic of a mage - no matter who his opponent is.

Magic certainly has great power, but magic is not only powerful because of its power. Dragons, wild gods, and many other creatures are born with powers that far exceed the limits of mages. However, mages can still compete with these innate powerhouses by relying on the complex diversity of magic.

In other words, when facing a truly powerful opponent, mages will never win through head-on confrontation. Instead, they will constantly test the opponent, explore his weaknesses, and then find a combination that can defeat the enemy from the vast sea of ​​magic to weaken the opponent. The enemy is finally defeated.

This is what the current Elf King does.

After realizing the strength of his opponent, he immediately gave up his inner arrogance and instead acted as a weakling and a challenger, trying to find another way to defeat Alsace.

The old man always lives in his memories. For a moment, Anastarian recalled his young self.

At that time, he was just a fledgling mage and did not have the power of the future Elf King. In this way, he had the same experience as countless ordinary mage, defeating more powerful enemies with his own wisdom rather than pure strength.

It's been a long time since I've felt this way.

The memory flashed away, and the Elf King began to brew a new spell. Although Anastarian's best magic is the fire magic of the plasticity system, but with thousands of years of experience and the accumulation of the Elf royal family, no one knows what other advanced magic he has mastered. Magical mysteries. Now he is preparing an illusion magic, trying to use it to divide his enemies.

Looking at the Elf King who fled far away in the blink of an eye, Arthas frowned deeply.

The thing that worried him the most happened.

As a death knight, even with the help of Frostmourne, Arthas would never be able to compete with a legendary mage for mobility. Unlike those short-legged paladins, without Ner'zhul's off-field help, even if Arthas can defeat a legendary mage head-on, if the other party wants to fly his kite, the death knight will have nothing to do with him..

Just like now... it was clear that as long as the fight just continued, he would definitely win, but facing Anastarian who took advantage and ran away, he really couldn't do anything.

Thinking of this, his inner desire to obtain the Sunwell became more urgent.

He wanted so much to resurrect Kel'Thuzad and have his own top-notch magical power.

But now is not the time to think about that.

For Anastarian, the legendary spellcaster, he finally caught the opponent's weakness in the Sunwell and forced this duel situation. If he could not seize this opportunity to kill the Elf King,...Once he runs away, the future undead natural disasters will have to be shrouded in the shadow of such a legendary spellcaster.

Can't let him go.

Looking at the Elf King who was brewing some spell in front of him, a trace of determination flashed in the eyes of the fallen prince.

He raised the rune sword with all his strength and inserted it into the tidal flat with both hands.

"Frostmourne said it was hungry……"

What happened next was truly shocking.

Centered on the place where the rune sword was inserted into the earth, a layer of white frost spread quickly with the coldness of winter, first to the nearby beach, and then to the sea. With the continuous"click" sound, the surface of the sea with a radius of 100 meters was soon covered with a thick layer of floating ice, setting up a road for the death knight to lead to the direction of his opponent.

The whole process takes less than three seconds

"！！"

Seeing the scene in front of him, Anastarian, who was about to cast illusion magic, was shocked. He never expected that his opponent could create such an ice layer. From this point of view, the strait is not the natural defense of Quel'Danas Island at all. As long as the death knight wants, his army can pass through this water at any time.

This also strengthened Anastarian's determination to get rid of Arthas, but before that he needed to clear the ice in front of him: he could escape himself, but what if the terrible knight took this opportunity to board the What about the Isle of Quel'Danas? That's something he can't tolerate

""Spell Transformation·Fire Storm"

The illusion magic that had just been prepared was transformed into high temperature and flames under the Elf King's superb magic skills, quickly melting the ice in front of him.

For the mage, interrupting the ongoing spell casting is an important step. It is a very difficult thing, and in severe cases, it may even backfire on oneself. People who are not very proficient in spells cannot make the effects of canceling spells invisible. And spell transformation is a skill that only the most powerful mages can master. It not only It can interrupt ongoing spellcasting without any damage, and can also allow the mage to change unused spells into other spells that he is proficient in.

Seeing that the ice layer was destroyed just after it was created, Arthas was not angry, but felt happy in his heart..

What just happened proved that I had indeed grasped the weakness of the Elf King.

In this case, then increase the intensity.

As soon as the original ice layer was destroyed by the flame storm, a new ice layer was immediately born. The power of Frostmourne was endless, and the death knight no longer cared about this consumption.

So the Elf King had to destroy it again.

Then the ice reappeared.

This time, Anastarian did not do useless work.

He realized that he had fallen into a passive position. It was obvious that the other party was planning to take advantage of his weaknesses and force him to work hard. But at this point, this old guy seemed to have no chance of winning.

Looking at the seemingly cold but cunning death in front of him Knight, the Elven King sighed and slowly landed on the ice.

In the end, a head-on battle was inevitable.

Looking at the faint cracks on the Flame Strike, Anastarian seemed to have foreseen it. It was his fate.

But he did not escape, but stood there like a true king, preparing for his last stand.

Arthas pulled the rune sword from the ground and rode his skeletal horse——""Invincible" ran in the direction of Anastarian.

Just the horse's hooves of the skeleton stepped on the ice, making a continuous dull sound.

Listening to the sound getting closer and closer, the late king calmly held the divine sword in his hand. , waiting for the opponent to approach.

Closer... closer...

Finally, under the moonlight, the two figures almost overlapped. Arthas slashed with his sword, but Anastarian just He dodged with just one step. At this moment, the king was as nimble as an old man.

No one saw his movements clearly at that moment. Anastarian stood beside Invincible. The war horse fell to the ground with a long neigh, and its rider also fell.

The flaming strike cut off the two front legs of the war horse with a sweeping sword.

"Invincible!"

Alsace yelled, watching in pain as the undead warhorse that had lost its legs struggled to stand up on the ground. This scene reminded him of the unbearable memories of his childhood. Driven by anger, the death knight fiercely He slashed the big sword towards the opponent in front of him. The speed of his sword swing was so fast, and the distance between the two was so close. Anastarian could only raise his sword to parry in a hurry.

"clang——"

This is the sound of the handover of divine soldiers

"Click——"

This is the sound of the broken magic weapon.

In the last collision, the Flame Strike could no longer bear the weight and broke into several pieces and flew away.

And his master fell to the ground, as the shining Frostmourne drained and consumed his soul, as it had done with so many others.

The Elf King just collapsed lifelessly on the ice, with pools of blood flowing from his body, and his long snow-white hair covering him like a shroud.

The fall of the three-thousand-year-old king was so silent.