"Bang bang bang..."

The wide cloak was filled with strange-shaped metal boots, and the slashes of gold and stone were left on the ground. Looking at the man in black cloak slowly walking along this alley, everyone's mind was blank.

Even Old John standing in front of the throne is the same.[..com]

The armor was carved with various magic patterns, and Old John did not recognize any of them. Even the learned Old John racked his brains to remember where the little bastard had gone, and deceived the armor from someone else's hands.

One corner of the cloak was pushed high, and it was obviously a weapon.

Based on his understanding of that boy, wasn't he using Cochs' axe? Judging from the outline of the cloak being pushed up, it looked like the shape of a sword.

Needless to say, the shape of this sword is not what I know.

"Bang!"

The armor collided with each other, and the man, who was covered in a cloak, stopped, knelt on one knee, and stopped at a position that was only one step away from Old John.

He is the Pope's son, the Holy Son of the entire church... He can be respected as His Highness, and can listen to the Pope's oracle at such a close distance. This is an honor that no one can envy.

The horn sounded again.

Old John's squinting eyes suddenly tightened his pupils!

The road from the front door to the present has condensed a thick layer of ice... Even the ice fields in the extreme north are just like this. Just after walking, a layer of ice layer with a thickness of a slap has formed along the way!

This is really scary!

Could it be an epic weapon of the Frost?

Old John's brows became more and more compact, which was impossible... It was an epic weapon, and those things were praised in legends thousands of years ago. After so many years, even the sharpest sword would turn into a pile of rusty iron lumps.

The bell has not stopped yet, and the sound of trumpets that ring again passes by, like a music played by a skilled band, so touching.

The man who had always lowered his head and knelt on one knee gently raised his head, and his wide hat brim also moved, revealing a trace of uncovered appearance. A strand of silver-white hair was also exposed under his cheeks...

This face is very young, but it has an indescribable sense of old age.

"You are not Alsace!" Old John's pupils trembled, and he almost screamed out of his throat.

"Wrong, godfather, I am Alsace!" A smile appeared on the corner of the man's mouth, and his right hand suddenly opened under the puzzled gaze.

The black cloak was like the lifted wings of the god of death. A sword with frost was pulled out from the waist and easily sent into the body of Old John. The blood stain that had not yet flowed out of the wound quickly condensed, and the "crackling" sound of condensation spread to the entire body of Old John in an instant!

Pull it out.

The man in a cloak pulled out his sword with a look of expression, and looked at the old man whose pupils had dilated, tilted rapidly and fell to the ground. In this short period of time, an old man who had a warm body before still turned into a lump of ice when he fell to the ground.

'boom!'

The ice tuo fell firmly on the seat, and the wooden chair was smashed. The flying wood chips and the flying dust looked extremely dazzling in the sunlight passing through the glass window.

The man slowly turned around with his sword in his hands, stood at the position where Old John had been standing before, with a string of smiles that never stopped.

The blue sword filled with frost and emitted a burst of cold air.

This scene shocked all the believers, and no one could react. What was going on? The Pope was actually assassinated in the Holy City, and was presiding at the prayer ceremony!

Is this an illusion or a dream?

"ah!"

No matter what, after all, someone screamed loudly because he couldn't bear it.

The horn was still ringing, but the bell had stopped.

The pedestrians passing by on the road were stunned involuntarily and looked at the place where the terrifying screams came. And the horn that was always faint... How could anyone blow the horn in the saints?

But the sound seemed to be coming from the cathedral.

The eyes gathered more and more in the church, and the silent fear and depression began to spread invisibly.

"boom!"

A huge sound suddenly erupted from the inside of the church, and the door that had been closed was rudely opened. Under the eyes of a group of puzzled eyes, a white and gray dragon with frost and mist broke out. The sharp dragon roar also instantly spread throughout the holy capital!

Just when everyone was shocked and wondered why a frost dragon emerged from the cathedral, dozens of dragons rushed out of the cathedral in a blast!

If you don’t look carefully, you can’t tell it. These are not dragons at all... The gray bodies are entirely composed of skeletons, and they are a group of undead who come to the main plane!

The bell that had stopped sounded again, unlike the morning bell of dusk, which was an alarm bell that had not sounded for thousands of years.

It was rushed and fierce, like a tide, and it was invading everyone in the Holy Capital. Even the night when Yang Dashuan caused blood, he was not as panicked as today... because the alarm bell rang.

A philosopher once commented on the defense of the Holy Capital in this way - unless the Rainbow Star Dragon Valley attacks. The plane war breaks out again, and the warning bell of the Holy Capital will ring when the demon's army arrives at the city.

However, that philosopher calculated less this type of attack - the undead!

Accompanied by the sound of the undead overture, eleven frost dragons hovered over the holy capital, flapping their wings to make this place of human faith leader turn into a pool of ruins.

As the wings flapped, countless cold air leaked out from the pair of blue wings.

The deadly cold air seemed to freeze even the air! With a gentle spit, the huge building could instantly condense into a cold and hard iceberg!

The man with his hands leaning on his sword stood in front of the collapsed throne and looked at the city covered by frost, waving his cloak.

A rotating hexagram on the blood-washed ground gradually emitted light, and strange creatures with two horns on their heads appeared in the center of the church. This is a nightmare, a super-level monster that is even one level higher than a giant dragon in legend!

If those devout believers saw this scene, they would be so surprised that they could not even close their mouths.

But now it won't... because there are no creatures in the church, and the rest are unthinkable. The bodies lying on the ground are squirming, and the white bones are crawling out of their bodies, holding rusted weapons and walking towards the owner who wakes up to the cathedral!

After all, the Holy Capital is the Holy Capital, representing the concentration point of the magic power of the entire alliance. Even if such an abnormality occurs, the ordinary people are still panic. After a brief panic, the magicians and the knights of the church were organized by the church's top leaders to resist these frost dragons!

Something different!

These frost dragons are different from the undead that the church has encountered... The frost dragons they encountered before were like puppets controlled by puppets on the stage, but these frost dragons seem to have real souls.

Although the resistance that followed was strong, it could not form a tough dam in front of these frost dragons!

Just a random "freezing spit", a thick layer of frost would condense on the ground of the sacred capital, which was exactly the same as the road that Alsace walked through before.

At this time, Arthas was slowly walking out of the cathedral.

Following him was a army of countless skeletons, holding bone swords in one hand and shields in the other hand, skeletons surged out from the breakthrough of the cathedral like a white flood, and then rushed around like a pouring out of the surroundings.

The skeleton with the Demon's Horn on its head was sniffling uneasy, and balls of frozen air that freezes through its skeleton-like nostrils also spurted out of its skeleton-like nostrils. Arthas on his spine seemed to be shocked and looked toward him. The air twisted and Shuyi, wearing a black cloak, bowed respectfully.

"Your Highness, everything is ready!"

A faint smile appeared on Arthas's snow-white face, and the white hair hanging down his forehead fluttered. "Where is he?"

When talking about ‘he’, the arrogant lich was shocked and showed the same fear of seeing Arthas. “He is still in the undead plane, but he is about to come out!”
Chapter completed!