This voice and its appearance were extremely familiar to the two people present.
In this second world, there was only one explanation.
Death God — Arthas!
Looking at the figure that slowly appeared from the ring, Ragnaros's expression turned sour.
"Arthas, what are you doing here!? Also... how did you become like this?"
Looking at the skeleton-like Arthas in front of him, Ragnaros was stunned.
How did he turn into a low-level skeleton soldier?
What happened to his black robe?
Hearing this, Arthas was also a little embarrassed, but he still forcefully changed the topic.
"What am I doing here? Don't you know the true reason? If it wasn't for you back then, would I have had to hide in the Underworld? You despicable person who betrayed your ally!"