In the divine realm, on the island of the God of Fire.
Ragnaros dragged his weak body and hid in the center of the island.
At this moment, he had already shrunk to half his original size.
His right hand was tightly covering his chest, and he was breathing heavily. His eyes were filled with hatred and fear.
The next moment, a purple magic formation suddenly appeared in front of Ragnaros.
Ragnaros was nervous at first, but he relaxed after he saw the runes on the magic formation.
"Oh my, isn't this our famous God of Fire, Lord Ragnaros? Why are you in such a sorry state?"
A figure wearing a black robe slowly appeared from the magic formation. Arthas's extremely hoarse voice and mocking tone were also very recognizable.
"Arthas, are you here to watch me make a fool of myself?"
Ragnaros narrowed his eyes and stared intently at the skeleton in front of him.
When Arthas heard this, he immediately raised his hands and said,
