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war3. The Frozen Throne Chapter 25: The Demonic Sword Meets its Master, Unyielding Despite the Grievance

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    There is a sword sealed in the ancient iceberg.

    Using the shadow crystal of the twisted void as the material, the Dark God who has destroyed countless planes personally cast a spell, and finally intercepted a gem containing the Lich King's Yuanling and embedded it in it to create an artifact.

    The fate of this legendary sword was predicted at the beginning of its forging.  In the near future, it will be pulled out by a desperate human prince, absorbing the despair and collapse in his heart, and using the vast darkness of the purest and most innocent soul when it fell as a gift to sharpen its edge.  , and then as he slaughtered creatures and severely damaged souls, all life in Azeroth was plunged into an entire era of darkness.

    Now, it finally has its destined owner.

    "On the outside of the ice crystal channel, two figures have been revealed, some are tall and handsome, some are short and strong. They are weather-beaten and covered with snow, but they move forward unswervingly until

    A three-meter-high triangular icicle like an obelisk blocked their way.

    "Eh this text is exactly the same as the document I found. Wait a minute, Arthas." Muradin Bronzebeard was slightly startled. The dwarf lord who was obsessed with archeology immediately came forward and saw the ice surface.  The twisted fish mercury symbols engraved on his body, he said loudly and excitedly, but after a moment, his voice became fainter and his expression gradually changed from sober to dazed, and he couldn't help but murmured in a low voice:

    "What is this? The one who holds this sword will gain eternal power but will also? What does this passage actually mean - [Blade kills life, power wounds soul]?" Muradin thought.  At this point, he suddenly burst into cold sweat, staggered back a few steps uncontrollably, fell to the ground, but immediately got up, turned back to the silent prince and shouted loudly: "Alsace, my child  , we all made a mistake, this is a cursed magic sword Let¡¯s leave now!¡±

    "Isn't this what you want?" Alsace showed a contemptuous smile, took off his steel helmet, threw it to the ground with a clang, and continued to walk forward with his blond hair scattered.

    "What did you say, me? How could it be?" Muradin said blankly, then turned pale and shook his head desperately: "Alsace, my good brother, you can't move forward like thisI"

    Before he finished speaking, a cold and distant word suddenly sounded in his ears - "That's enough Your mission has been completed. You are no longer needed here"

    The next moment, with the sound of "ka ka ka", every inch of the hill lord's feet froze into ice. The dwarf, half of his body frozen by the spreading ice, was about to struggle and roar when strange streaks suddenly appeared in his pupils.  The picture, the memory that had been frozen and tampered with, suddenly awakened.

    That wasthe wind and snow roared, the dead cried, and the evil spirits surged like the sea.

    Countless dwarf compatriots fell in pieces, the cannons heated up and exploded one by one, but the endless undead never faded away.

    The flames of war finally subsided, and all the tribesmen were dissolved into the Earth Mother. Only he, holding a sharp ax and with a burning passion and rage, fought fiercely until the last moment, but finally couldn't hold on any longer, and knelt down on a cold piece floating in the air.  The front of the Iron Scale Clothes was eroded by the infinite magic power in the mysterious armor, and then fell completely into a coma.

    "It turns out all of this is a conspiracy. I was defeated long before Alsace arrived?"

    Such a thought came to the mind of the white-bearded dwarf. His lips trembled but he could not speak. Then his figure was uncontrollable, like a puppet being manipulated, losing the ability to move.

    On the other side, the prince has walked deep into the cave, facing a circular stone platform that is closed on three sides and has only one layer of height.

    Above the stone platform, azure blue light slowly diffused from the skylight of the cave, soaking into an ice-blue giant sword inserted into the stone steps like a pattering of blue rain. Countless subtle and incomprehensible runes were flying around it.  , and finally injected into the broad spine of the sword, coming back again and again, never stopping, showing incredible power.

    "Those who come here to look for the sword, have you ever had the awareness to bear the curse of drawing a sword?" After a moment of silence, the spirit of the divine sword - or the Lich King's Yuanling, finally couldn't bear the loneliness, and became ethereal.  The sound echoed in the air.

    "For the sake of the dead people, I am willing to bear any curse." As fate would have it, the prince was not surprised at all and calmly made the famous declaration.

    "Then pull out of me you will gain eternal power." The voice shouted so urgently.

    The prince was silent, slowly raised his hand, and then

    ¡°Clang¡ª¡ª¡ª¡ª¡ª¡ª¡±

    The Holy Light is powerful, hammering down the edge of the sword.

    The sound of metal collision is as crisp as a chime echoing.?The two-handed holy hammer covered with layers of golden light was held by two hands and smashed downwards. Like a stone stirring up a thousand waves, the icy blue ocean around the sword body suddenly boiled, but the war hammer melted.  The straight and sharp tide of light, like an avalanche, condensed on a line, bit by bit breaking through the endless roaring rune storm, overwhelming the sword spine deeply embedded in the stone platform, and finally with an unwilling trembling sound, the blue god  The sword was knocked into the air and finally sank into the ice wall, trembling endlessly.

    This kind of provocative behavior naturally aroused violent reactions.

    On the crystal clear ice surface, among the smooth and transparent ice walls in all directions, and even the entire vast and majestic glacier, at this moment, it seems that it is "alive".  Everything emits thousands of tiny ice-blue light particles, like whirlpools of stars in the sky, converging on the "buzzing" and trembling giant sword in the wall. The simply huge and countless magic power is abandoned at this time.  The structural model of all "spells" surged directly into a monstrous deep blue ocean, sweeping toward the only living thing in the cave.

    ??Golden sparks rise in the distance.

    The blue evil power of the lich emits layers of shimmering light, and the invisible dark energy spreads throughout the cave, but the holy light flame rising into the sky has not melted.  The golden and blue light seeped together, fighting against each other, bursting out with dazzling brilliance, vaguely illuminating Alsace's resolute face. In such a struggle of pure strength and will, he was sweating profusely, but his lips opened and closed, uttering  Silent cry:

    "No matterwho you are, I¡ª¡ªCrown Prince of Lordaeron, Arthas, will never succumb to darkness and never surrender to evil!"

    This is the only answer for a stubborn man who still insists on his beliefs and refuses to compromise after losing his lover, army, mentor and everything else.

    "Then" the old and cold voice echoed in the cave, "just take your stupidity and go to hell to repent!"

    As the sound fell, the entire cave made of ice, and even the towering icebergs inside and outside, diffused a distant echo. It seemed to be there or not, it was inaudible, but in the blink of an eye, it turned from the ocean current hidden under the sea into a monstrous one.  A huge wave, a note and a will echoed throughout the world.

    ¡°Buzz buzz buzz¡ª¡ª¡ª¡ª¡ª¡ª¡±

    That was the painful and desperate cry of countless souls.

    Endless ghosts and souls, as countless as the stars in the sky and the earth, emerged from the entire glacier, turning into millions of blue shadows, surging up and down, penetrating the ice and stone walls, cutting through ripples in the air, and finally gathered at  The cave under the iceberg was injected into the magic sword that was trembling on the ice wall. The magic power spread and surged piece by piece, rendering the narrow space into a cold and cool blue.

    Amidst the overwhelming cold blue, there is a ray of white-gold candlelight that never goes out.

    "Do you know what kind of enemy you are facing, Alsace?" The overwhelming blue light tangled up like water, turning into a set of floating armored figures. Tie Kai spread out, the cold iron was rugged.  And when they are together, just floating in the air, they exude the power of death like an abyss or a prison.  It stood quietly for a moment, and the cold voice sounded again, still like a whisper in the ear, straight into the heart, "The whole Northrend is my pasture, I am the Death Scythe, the Lord of all spirits, all living lives are destined  Surrender to me Arthas, it's not too late to kneel at my feet now. By then, you will save your suffering people, you will also win back the heart of the little mage, and even your mentor - Wu  Seer, the paladin you have always respected, will finally lower his head and swear loyalty to you"

    ¡° Seemingly to prove that what it said was true, the image of the undead that crazily poured into the magic sword changed drastically, and they were no longer the vain images of human civilians.  The prince who refused to lower his head looked directly at the floating ghosts of all kinds, including his dead army subjects, dwarves wailing in pain, and even the troll furbolgs that existed in the land itself. The last one included in the period was  They were the insect natives called "Spider Demons" that he was familiar with.

    Countless resentful spirits gathered in rows and rows, as if the door to hell had opened and the army of the underworld had returned to the world.  The ghost army of hundreds of tribes floated in an overwhelming array, staring at them with the cold eyes of the dead without saying a word.

    Arthas's heart felt cold. Only then did he realize what kind of terrifying monster the enemy he was facing was.  That dark fate was doomed from the moment he crossed the portal and arrived here.

    It¡¯s about kneeling down to survive in exchange for a glimmer of life.

    Ordeath?

    Between the heaven and earth blocked by endless evil spirits, a golden candle light suddenly lit up, and it was about to extinguish, but it was the clearest answer.
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