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Chapter 125 Sylvanas' Redemption

Chapter 125 Sylvanas' Redemption
Frostmourne was about to pierce Sylvanas Windrunner's chest. This woman blocked the prince's advance and made him suffer verbal torture for an extra half month.

Kel'Thuzad's soul had always disgusted him. Because of what happened at Corin's Crossing and the Northern Watchtower, Arthas now had no good opinion of Kel'Thuzad.

Every time Frostmourne kills a creature, it controls one more soul; every time it controls one more soul, it becomes one point stronger. Arthas will also become one point stronger.

The more powerful the controlling soul, the more benefits he will receive.

Sylvanas Windrunner stared at the prince with wide eyes. She would not bow to her enemies, nor would she close her eyes and wait for death.

Suddenly, white spots of light appeared in the air. They quickly spread out and then transformed into angels.

At the moment when the prince's sword stabbed down, a figure with holy light wings rushed towards the prince on horseback! A familiar giant sword chopped down on his head.

The prince swiftly drew back his sword to block. The two huge swords collided violently, making a loud noise in the air.

The prince on horseback was actually repelled! Arthas's ethereal voice asked, "Taelan Fordring? You are not dead?"

Taelan Fordring was in no mood to reminisce with Arthas. He had more important things to do.

The huge wings of holy light behind him spread out in the air, and wisps of holy light filled the void.

In the blink of an eye, his figure seemed to become three. Then he charged at Arthas continuously, and then there was enthusiasm.

Arthas collided head-on with the newcomer, and he was shocked to find that not only was Taelan Fordring not dead, he had also been promoted to a demigod!
He originally wanted to use Death Grip to catch the man and behead him with one sword. He sensed his aura and knew that Tyran Fording had become more terrifying.

He decisively gave up the Death Grip. A low-level mystery was helpless in the face of a high-level mystery.

He chose Frostmourne and directly used his most powerful demigod-level ability that he had just mastered: "Ice Strike!"

Arthas mobilized the ruling power of Frostmourne, and the cold winds of Northrend seemed to reach Quel'Thalas. A gust of extreme cold seemed to freeze Tyran Fordring.

The Blessing Code of Ezelena that Taelan Fording hung around his waist suddenly floated up, and it opened its pages by itself. The prince felt that a trace of his icy power had been borrowed.

Taelan Fordring immediately launched Order Strike: Ice.

"Order Strike" vs. "Ice Strike"

Death versus Order, the cold wind of Northrend spread everywhere, and the ice flowers of Order bloomed. Not only were all the undead around hit by the frost nova produced by the strike of Order, but all the tulips in the garden were frozen into ice flowers.

The Blessing of Holy Light appeared on Tyran Fording, which absorbed most of the damage from the Frost Strike. The remaining damage was not enough to hurt Tyran Fording who had the Holy Armor.

Arthas was affected by the Order Frost of Tyran Fordring and was actually slowed down.

He already knew that the other party's power was higher than his own! Taelan Fording mastered the Force with his own abilities and became a true demigod.

The first Holy Light Demigod in the history of Azeroth!
He was about to use Lich Body to counteract this annoying slowdown, but then Taelan Fording suddenly stopped, raised his left hand, and clenched his fist tightly.

Oh no! Arthas actually felt like his throat was being held by ice. A strange force began to stir in his body! He quickly used the power of control in Frostmourne to calm the frost energy. Taelan Fording opened his clenched hands, and all the Scourges hit by the Frost Nova exploded. The surrounding ghouls were killed one after another, and bones were scattered everywhere in an instant. The frozen tulips also exploded. The sky was full of petals, as if it was raining flowers!
The low-level troops of the undead were wiped out in an instant. Tyran Fordring did not give Arthas any chance to breathe, and he launched another charge.

Arthas was very uncomfortable facing Tyran Fording's attack with the Fire of Ansir attached to it. The damage caused by the flame of holy light could not be resisted or reduced. It was a strange kind of real damage that always hit you after you thought it was over.

The prince did not know the truth about Tyran's Force Strike. Facing Tyran Fording's charge and powerful Zeal Attack, he chose Frost Strike again. Only this move could match this demigod.

At this time, the Codex borrowed a ray of frost power again. As a result, the prince was hit by a frost nova again. However, this time, Tyran Fording did not detonate the frost power.

He chose to leap and slash, and the powerful blow forced Arthas to use Frostmourne to resist. At this time, an ice-blue halo appeared!

Snap, the prince was frozen by the thin ice, which was within the prince's expectations. Because he knew that Tyran Fordring had frozen the sea in Kul Tiras. He might be able to do it with the power of Frostmourne.

The prince knew that Tyran Fordring had the ability to freeze, but he didn't know that his freezing was unreasonable and could even freeze him, a demigod who controlled ice.

As soon as he broke free from the effect of Holy Frost, Tyran Fordring switched to the Aura of Fanaticism. With his damage doubled, Tyran Fordring sanctified the entire giant sword. Then he shouted loudly!
He swung diagonally, and at the same time, he activated his zeal! The already terrifying giant sword became even more terrifying after being sanctified. The five consecutive sword strikes actually cut a hole in Arthas's Saronite breastplate.

The Fire of Ansir and a magical sword that appeared out of nowhere mercilessly cut a hole in the prince's pale and strong chest.

Arthas took a step back, ready to avoid the attack and wait for an opportunity to counterattack, but Taelan Fordring suddenly raised his fist and hit Arthas in the air.

A series of holy light bullets came silently, hitting Arthas like missiles. As an undead creature, he was hit back step by step by the holy light bullets. The prince jumped off his horse, which allowed him to flexibly avoid Tyran Fordring's charge attack.

As soon as he had distanced himself, Taelan Fordring gently thrust his greatsword into the frozen ground.

Fist of Heaven!

The prince then realized that he had forgotten that Tyran Fording had such a trick. He dodged twice and took two Heaven's Fists.

In order to avoid Tyran Fording's attacks, he had to jump continuously, which resulted in him being hit by the Fist of Heaven repeatedly. Meteorites rained down from the sky from time to time, and holy light bullets kept bursting out from the prince's body.

The undead scourges near him were all hit by the holy light bombs. They were hiding from the prince as if he were a calamity star. The prince angrily used the Death Contract on an acolyte who was trying to escape.

As soon as he was distracted, Tyran Fording immediately detonated the frost power in his body. The prince's already injured chest exploded directly, and large amounts of black blood spurted out.

Taelan Fordring rushed towards Arthas, ready to finish him off with a single blow.

With his greatsword raised and ready to strike, Tyran Fordring suddenly rushed towards a surviving abomination, beheaded it with one sword, and pulled up Sylvanas Windrunner who was about to cooperate with him to kill the enemy and ran away.

Several meteorites fell from the sky, hitting the place where Tyran Fording had just stood, and after landing, they turned into Hellfire Warriors with green flames.

The Nazrezim are here. This time, not only is Jinteisa here for revenge, but their leader Ticondius is here too. He was the one who released the summoning hellfire just now. A full eight hellfires fell from the sky!

(End of this chapter)

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