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- How strong is Mr. Dan?
Tens of thousands of years ago, the fledgling Illidan Stormrage was able to kill high-level demons like Azzinoth and seize their weapons, which is enough to prove Mr. Dan's powerful instincts and amazing talent in combat.
The ten thousand years of dark prison life not only did not cause his strength to decline or shrink, but gave Mr. Dan enough time to accumulate, precipitate, and sublimate his abilities.
Whether it is the moves, energy or combat skills you have mastered, 10,000 years of accumulation and sublimation have made everything more condensed, streamlined, and more deadly!
After escaping from prison, he single-handedly killed Tichondrius, the leader of the Dreadlord clan with almost no injuries, which is the best proof of Mr. Dan¡¯s strength.
You must know that Tichondrius is not a small character who can be dismissed by just anyone.
The strength of this bat leader is at least on the same level as Mannolos, the strongest abyss lord that Old Tang, Hellscream and others have ever faced
And when Illidan Stormrage, who was already a famous master ten thousand years ago, extracted the power of the demonized artifact known as the Skull of Gul'dan, the demon hunter's strength naturally took a step further, and even soared again.
At this time, even if you look at the entire Azeroth, the demonized Illidan is definitely enough to rank among the top three players!
But in the collision between ice and fire in Northrend, Dan always lost!
The defeat was unimaginable and yet deserved.
Even a moment ago, Illidan relied on his superior strength to suppress the death knight Arthas. Even a moment ago, Illidan, with tens of thousands of years of accumulation, seemed to have a chance of victory and was invincible ¡
But he finally swallowed the bitter pill of failure and lost this duel that was almost related to the future fate of the entire Azeroth
Because this is not an equal duel, at least not a fair contest.
Illidan Stormrage was able to absorb the power of the Skull of Gul'dan and use it for his own use, and Arthas also received the full support of the Lich King Ner'zhul!
In this battle. His opponent, the death knight Arthas, also has a powerful helping hand, and this power is even more powerful than Mr. Dan has!
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The power of fire bursts from the cursed horizon of Sargeras. Turning the battlefield above the ice sheet into a sea of ??hellfire, Alsace, who was knocked to the ground, was swallowed whole by it.
The blazing green flames spread along Alsace's armor, constantly burning the death knight's flesh, and even the originally dazzling frost runes of Frostmourne were dimmed in the sea of ??fire.
The unbearable pain and unwillingness made Alsace, who fell to his knees on the ground, let out a scream from his throat!
Amid his own screams of pain, the death knight heard Illidan's wild laughter. Then the next second, the evil flames that were more intense and hot than before poured towards him again!
"I enter Frostmourne. My warrior!" Amidst the blazing flames, the nervous and anxious voice of the Lich King came to Arthas's ears: "I will channel all my power into your body through Frostmourne. in vivo!"
¡°Accept it and use it!¡±
"Then, kill your opponent!"
"Frostmourne belongs to you, and you also belong to Frostmourne. When men and swords become one, you will be invincible!"
With the words, Frostmourne's light shines brightly!
The power of blue frost bloomed with dazzling light in the sea of ????fire, and the extreme cold that was enough to make life disappear instantly extinguished the demonic flames all over the sky!
??The surging power that continues to rise. Inspiring Arthas to regain his strength and stand up to fight.
When the sea of ??fire dispersed, the death knight saw Illidan swooping down with his wings shaking, ready to take his life. And Arthas holds Frostmourne, who is connected to his heart, tightly in his hand. At this moment, the decline has been completely wiped out
Victory or defeat can be reversed in a split second!
Just when Illidan descended from the sky with a terrifying momentum, raising his double blades to prepare for a fatal blow, Arthas had already launched an attack!
Lifting Frostmourne, the Death Knight's figure is as fast as lightning;
Using all his strength to thrust upward, Alsace's counterattack was thunderous.
"Poof!"
Arthas felt Frostmourne feedback to his senses, feeling the joy as it bit into his flesh and penetrated deeply into Illidan's body.
Illidan fell heavily to the ground.
Thick and magical freshness?Gurgling out from the bone-deep sword wounds on the demon hunter's body, melting the surrounding snow, making a long hissing sound.
His chest rose and fell violently as he breathed. The twin blades of Azzinoth, which had been equally effective against Frostmourne before, were now useless. Even though the two equally terrifying blades were still tied to his hands, the demon hunter who lay limp on the ground was no longer able to use them anymore. Its grip
Arthas stood up. The evil flames that Illidan had thrown at him had not yet been completely extinguished, causing his body to sting slightly. But the death knight ignored it and allowed the remaining flames to burn the armor.
The death knight stared at the demon hunter for a long time. It seems that he wants to remember this scene in his heart.
"It's over, Illidan!"
There was no emotion in Alsace's cold and hoarse voice: "It turns out that I am the winner of this showdown!"
"And you shouldn't have come to provoke me!"
"so¡¡"
Arthas slowly raised the rune sword in his hand and declared in a cold tone:
"Die!"
Frostmourne stabbed down suddenly, wanting to give the Demon Hunter the final blow.
However, in the next second, Frostmourne had pierced the glaciers in the North, and the seriously injured and dying figure of the demon hunter could no longer be seen on the blood-stained ice sheet.
In the pool of blood, only a red and gold fragment of the magic bubble was left under the blade of Frostmourne.
"snort!"
The riding boots under his feet trampled without hesitation into the filth mixed with blood and melted ice water. Staring at the familiar fragments of the robe, the death knight let out an angry snort and murmured a name. :
"Kael'thas*Sunstrider"
*******
The commander-in-chief was seriously injured and was in danger, and the general was defeated and retreated.
The expeditionary force, which was still able to stand in a stalemate with the overwhelming walking corpses, fell apart in an instant.
"Rout and pursuit, wailing and roaring, resistance and massacre
In the frozen soil of the ice sheet, under the throne, a concerto of death and killing is being performed!
However, at this moment, the battlefield is like a hell on earth. It was no longer possible to attract any attention from Alsace.
All his mind has been gathered on the top of the mountain that towers majestically on the cliff!
The death knight stood blankly for a while, swallowing hard. Somehow, he seemed to predict that there would be earth-shaking changes next.
But these little worries disappeared in an instant. The death knight's chest seemed to be filled with a burning desire in the next second.
Turn around and look up at the tower-like spire
"Frozen Throne!"
After murmuring what he was thinking, Arthas took a deep breath and strode into the cave leading to the throne.
*******
Alsace walked down the spiral tunnel in an almost trance, walking deeper underground step by step, as if some force was pulling his legs forward.
However, it is silent here.
Even the earth-shattering roars and wails outside the cave feel like they are isolated in another world. Not so much heard. It would be better to say that he felt the resonance of some kind of power that resonated with the sword in his hand.
The death knight continued down, feeling that the call of power was taking him closer to his destiny step by step.
Ahead is a cold light blue light. Arthas headed towards it, almost running. There is a cave at the end of the tunnel, an even bigger cave!
With the vocabulary that Arthas had in his mind due to shock at the moment, it seemed that he could only describe it as the throne room.
Looking around, he couldn't help but hold his breath as he saw the universe inside the cave.
That is a spire with a blue-green luster!
It looks like ice but not ice, standing tall and spiraling straight up, as if it is about to pierce the dome of the cave!
Right at the top of that tower. Located in the Ice Prison of the Lich King. A narrow path wound around the spire, leading him upward.
Until this moment, the energy bestowed by the Lich King is still filling Arthas' body. It makes him tireless.
But as he climbed higher and higher, those complicated and unpleasant memories came to his face like mosquitoes and flies.
A few words and scenes are like before your eyes.
"Remember, Arthas. We are Paladins. We cannot regard revenge as something we must do. If we let ourselves?When anger turns to bloodlust, we become no different than orcs. ¡±]
He is dignified and solemn, and he teaches sincerely.
It¡¯s his former mentor Uther the Lightbringer!
"It seems like no one can refuse any of your requests. Especially me."
"Don't turn me down, Jaina. Don't ever turn me down."
"Never, Alsace. Never."]
A brief but heartwarming scene, a promise made but broken This is his former lover, Jaina Proudmoore
¡°Alsace once dreamed of starting a family with the girl he fell in love with. Then grow old together
But whywhy is the reality so different from the wish?
He continued to move forward, moving relentlessly.
"We know too little to slaughter them like animals just out of fear."
"My child, we are in big trouble now. Let's go, let this sword stay here and let fate We will find other ways to save your people. Let's go, and we will find a way when we go back."]
is another of his mentors. An old dwarf whom he trusted and respected from the bottom of his heartbut in the end he became the first victim of Frostmourne's sword
Arthas unconsciously tightened the rune sword in his hand and continued to walk upward along the spiral passage.
Step by step, we climb higher and higher. Black wings flew across his memory.
"I will give you one last prophecy. Remember, the faster you rush to destroy your enemies, the sooner you will send your people into their poisonous hands."]
It¡¯s the seemingly crazy ¡°prophet¡± who once predicted everything today But back then, I turned a deaf ear
These memories of the past pulled at him, trying to compete for his heart, but there was another scene and another voice whispering to encourage him to move on, stronger and more convincing than the other voices. "My warrior, the closer you come, the closer my moment of freedom will comeand with it you will rise to your true power."
He climbed up, his eyes never leaving the peak or the huge dark blue ice.
Within it, imprisoned was the man who first led Alsace on this path. It's getting closer. When there were only a few steps left, Alsace stopped.
He looked at the vague figure among them for a long time, and the mist rising from the huge ice cube made it even more blurry.
Frostmourne shone in his hands, and Arthas saw two o'clock of indistinguishable blue light flashing deep in the ice in response.
"Return the sword into its sheath. It's all done!"
That low and harsh voice shouted deafeningly in Alsace¡¯s mind:
¡°Let me out of jail!¡±
Arthas took a step forward, then a second step, and finally he ran forward, raising Frostmourne in both hands. Everything was leading to this moment. He unconsciously burst out a loud roar from his throat, and then struck down with his sword with all his strength.
Frostmourne fell with a bang, and the huge cracking sound echoed in the cave. The ice cracked in response. Huge pieces of debris flew everywhere. Arthas raised his hands to protect himself, but the flying fragments did not hurt him at all.
Pieces fell from the imprisoned body, and the Lich King let out a loud roar, looking up to the sky and raising his hands.
The painful sighs and crackling sounds echoed each other, and it was unclear whether they came from him or from above the cave. The sound was like thunder, causing Alsace to hide his ears and retreat. It seemed like the whole world was falling apart.
Suddenly, the Lich King's armor-clad figure was freed from the ice prison and scattered all over the place under Arthas' shocked gaze.
There is nothing in it - no one.
Only that suit of armor. In the cold darkness, each piece fell to the ground with a clang. The empty helmet slid to Alsace's feet before stopping. He looked down at it for a long time, feeling a shiver in his heart.
¡°This whole timehe has been chasing a ghost. Does the Lich King really exist? If not - who pushed Frostmourne out of the ice? Who wants to be freed? Could it be him. Alsace? Is Menethil the one who was imprisoned in the Frozen Throne from beginning to end?
Could it be that the ghost he has been chasingis himself?
These questions may never be answered. But one thing is certain, since Frostmourne was made for him, so was this armor. He was armoredHe held the spiked helmet with his fingers and lifted it up slowly but firmly. Then Arthas closed his eyes and put the helmet on his pale head.
He was suddenly startled, his whole body tensed up, and he felt the Lich King's essence entering his body.
Cold and powerful, it swept through his body unstoppably like a wave and penetrated his heart. It made it difficult for him to breathe and his blood trembled.
He closed his eyes, but he saw, saw so much - Arthas saw everything about the orc shaman Ner'zhul, what he knew, what he saw, and what he did.
For a moment, Arthas became frightened. He was worried that he would be completely overwhelmed by this power. in the end. The Lich King deceived him into coming here just to find a living body for his soul.
Arthas tried his best to cheer up and prepared to fight desperately for control of his body.
However, there was no fighting at all, only tolerance and integration. All around him, the cave continued to crumble and collapse, but Arthas didn't notice at all. His eyes were moving rapidly under his eyelids.
He moved his lips and spoke.
They spoke.
"Now, you and I become one."
*******
In a trance, Alsace's soul seemed to be dragged deep into his consciousness.
The clear blue and white world in the Alsatian dream becomes blurred, and the pure cold colors change into the warm luster of wood, fire and torches.
He has done as he said, recalling his life, everything that happened in the past, and the journey he has taken. The journey that led him to sit on the Frozen Throne and enter this deep dreamland.
However, it seems that this dream is not over yet. He was still sitting at the end of the long, ornately carved table that took up most of the space in this illusory hall.
And the two people who were interested in his dream were still there, watching him.
The orc sitting on his left was old, but still powerful. The orc studied his expression, then laughed, tugging at the white skull painted on his face. To his right, the sickly boy looked worse than before Alsace fell into memories.
The boy licked his chapped and bleeding lips, and took a breath as if he wanted to say something.
The death knight slowly turned his pale head towards the boy.
The sickly child returned his gaze with an incredibly clear look. For a moment, Alsace felt a surge deep in his heart. No matter what - the boy will not die.
And that means The boy smiled slightly, and the pain seemed to subside a little.
"Youare me. You are allme. But you"
Alsace said with difficulty. His voice was soft and gentle, with a bit of surprise and suspicion:
"You are the remaining spark in my heart, resisting the cold invasion. You are the last remnant of my humanity, compassion, love, griefand cherishment. You are my love for Jaina and my love for my father. are all the elements that make up the old me. I don¡¯t know why Frostmourne failed to erase it. I wanted to drive you out of my heartbut I couldn¡¯t"
The boy's green eyes brightened, and he trembled his lips and smiled at his other self. The color returned to his face, and some abscesses on his skin disappeared before Alsace's eyes.
"You understand now. No matter what, Arthas, you did not abandon me."
The boy's eyes were filled with tears of hope. His voice was stronger than before, but it was trembling with excitement.
"This will not be for no reason. Arthas Menethil, you have sinned a lot, but you still have a trace of kindness in your heart. If not for this I would not be able to exist, even in your dreams."
He slid off the seat and slowly walked towards the death knight.
Alsace stood up, and they looked at each other for a while. Boy and man, that's who he is.
The boy stretched out his arms, like a living child seeking a loving father's embrace. "It's not the time to turn back yet," he said softly.
"Yes." Alsace said softly, staring at the boy dreamily. "not yet."
He stroked the curve of the boy's cheek, slowly moved his hand to the small chin, and then gently held up the happy face. He smiled back at himself.
"But there's no turning back."
The next second, Frostmourne fell. (To be continued)
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