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- Northrend, the Frozen Throne.
? Deep in Arthas Menethil¡¯s consciousness.
Facing the boy¡¯s hopeful gaze, or a plea that represented his remaining humanity, kindness, compassion, and hope, Alsace¡¯s eyes, which were originally confused and confused, gradually became cold and firm
"It's too late, Menethil, it's too late"
Bowing down, reaching out his hand to gently rub the boy's blond hair, the death knight murmured in a plain but decisive voice:
"I can't turn back anymore!"
The next second, Frostmourne fell
The boy let out a series of miserable and painful wails, just like many people who had been sacrificed by the sword of Frostmourne.
He was shocked by this betrayal, and his screams of pain and despair were like the north wind howling in Icecrown Glacier all year round. For a moment, Arthas looked at the thin and weak body standing there, with the sword blade embedded in its chest almost as big as the boy's body.
And when the death knight's eyes met the boy's eyes that were mixed with loss, pain, grief, and disbelief, Arthas's heart came with the last trembling and vibration called regret
The boy's breathing gradually became weaker and his vitality gradually dissipated. He cast one last look at the man - hope, fear, and inexplicable determination, and murmured his last words:
"Hopeit's not over yet"
Then the boy disappeared from the depths of the death knight's consciousness, and in Arthas's heart there was only the shrill wail of the violent wind sweeping the earth, just like the snow in the north
"It's incredible."
The corner of his mouth curled up into a smile of self-deprecation and relief. Arthas didn't really realize it until then. What a terrible burden this last struggle of humanity was for him.
At this moment, everything in the past is completely cut off, making the death knight feel relaxed and powerful, exhausted, as if purified!
All his weaknesses: tenderness, pity, weakness, kindness, hesitation¡ªall were gone now. It's like being washed away, leaving only the powerful strength and ruthless tenacity!
Frostmourne is moaning with joy because it has captured the last bit of Arthas' soul. The old and powerful orc on the Skeleton Throne is grinning proudly with his ferocious skeleton-like face!
His jaw was very wide, and the orange flame of the torch illuminated the horrific pattern drawn on his face - a skull.
Ner'zhul, now Arthas finally knows this name. Finally, he knew the true identity of this being who led him into darkness step by step and gave him great power again and again.
He was a shaman. Dominates extremely powerful forces. Even now, even if he is just a figment in the depths of the Death Knight's consciousness, he is still intimidating.
An orcthe Lich King he once loyally followed. It's just an orc!
For no reason, Arthas suddenly felt an indescribable disgust in his heart, but the death knight was very good at hiding this disgust.
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"Yes! I knew you would make such a choice!" the orc laughed ecstatically. "For a long time. You have been fighting against the last bit of kindness and humanity"
¡°But that¡¯s it for now!¡±
"That boy stopped you in your tracks, but now you are finally free." The aging orc stood up, moving as briskly as a young man.
"Your destiny should only be with me, and only by destroying him can you feel the true power!"
The death knight did not echo the orc's words with the same joyful emotion. Instead, he lowered his head and kept wiping the blood-stained blade of Frostmourne. He coldly asked questions that he didn't know yet and should know. :
"Is there anything else I need to know, Ner'zhul?"
The death knight¡¯s attitude is no longer as respectful as before, and he even calls him ¡°master¡± coldly.
but. Finally getting what he wanted, Ner'zhul, who was still immersed in excitement at this moment, did not notice this subtle change, nor did he care about the indifference, combing, and a little bit of coldness in Arthas' tone.
"There are plenty of them."
The orc¡¯s eyes glowed with pride, and the skull pattern seemed to be peeled off from his face, floating as if it had an entity. The entire room that was embodied deep in Alsace's consciousness also changed.
The sculptures on the lampstand, which were just ordinary wood before, began to vibrate and came to life. As they swayed, the torches held in their mouths swayed, illuminating strange and jumping shadows. The strong wind roared outside the house and knocked open the door of the room.
Ner'zhul stretched out his hand with a smile on his face, and the swirling snowstorm surrounded the figures of Arthas and Ner'zhul. The old orc opened his arms. Let the biting cold wind surround him like a cloak of ice and snow.
The orc let out a hearty laugh, and the skeleton floating on his face also let out its own manic and loud laugh:
¡°Let me show you what I know!¡±
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Following Ner'zhul's weird accent, scenes suddenly filled Arthas' mind. They overlapped with each other, and scenes from the past and the future were entangled together.
A human army riding war horses appeared in the wind and snow of Northrend.
They held high the flag of Stormwind City and appeared on the same battlefield as another group of orc wolf cavalry who rode wolves and roared with battle roars They watched and helped each other and fought side by side instead of fighting each other!
That scene shocked Arthas for a while, but he realized something after a moment: they formed an alliance and together tried to fight against the invincible Scourge!
Before the Death Knight could sarcastically comment on the opponent's stupid behavior, the scene in his mind suddenly changed.
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In this scene, humans and orcs are attacking each other!
There are also undeadwell-equipped and orderly undead!
They shouted commands and relied on their own thoughts rather than anyone else's control to fight side by side with ferocious orcs, sturdy tauren, elegant blood elves and wild trolls.
And their opponents humans, dwarves, gnomes, night elves from the continent of Kalimdor, and a group of intelligent races that the death knights cannot name.
They have blue skin, reverse-jointed feet like goat hooves, and a tail for balance.
The men are tall and strong. Their faces are covered with tentacles, just like octopuses and squids; the women are also tall, even half a body taller than many human men standing side by side with them, and there are two small horns on their heads.
Looking at these unknown races, the terrifying and suffocating figure that Kel'Thuzad greeted during the attack on Dalaran suddenly appeared in Arthas' memory - Archimonde the Defiler. The demon leader who destroyed the Violet Tower with one blow!
The two are so similar, the only difference seems to be the size of their bodies Could they be demons?
But how could an alliance led by humans team up with demons?
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Alsace¡¯s doubts have not been answered. Because the scene in my mind has changed again in an instant!
Dalaran, the capital of arcane
Alsace recognized at a glance the magical city where he had left countless memories.
The Violet Castle that just flashed through the memory of the Death Knight is now floating in the sky, with its purple-gold buildings and towers beautiful in the morning light. The cold wind, frost and snow in Northrend made the high-flying flags above the castle flutter.
But all these beautiful scenery cannot conceal the atmosphere of the battlefield filled with flames of war and gunpowder smoke.
The mages who usually live in seclusion walked out of their mage towers one after another. Wearing a violet robe that symbolizes mystery and nobility, holding high a staff and a magic dagger, he is led by a male mage with long burgundy hair. They rushed to the city of Dalaran without hesitation.
Countless splendid and deadly magic poured out from the hands of the mages, falling on the undead sea that filled the mountains and plains, and shot towards the gargoyles and skeletal dragons that blocked the sky.
Opposite the Violet Castle, in the snow and ice of the North, a floating fortress with a terrifying appearance that seemed to be made of bones was already crumbling.
But the terrifying fortress is still operating at full capacity, approaching Dalaran in the sky without hesitation, as if it wants to personally create an air crash and perish together with the mages of Dalaran!
Amidst the roars of countless undead and the screams of countless coalition warriors, Arthas seemed to hear Kel'Thuzad's desperate and crazy laughter in the "Bone Fortress"
The death knight¡¯s heart slowly tightened. I don¡¯t know whether he was affected by this tragic scene, or simply worried about the fate of his loyal and wise subordinate.
But Alsace was still disappointed after all, or in other words, the final desperate charge of the Undead Scourge died halfway
Because the mages of Violet Castle are not fighting alone!
In the sky not far from Dalaran, there are two other huge floating castles that are frantically pouring magic, energy, artillery fire and all means and attacks on Kel'Thuzad's fortress.
A fantasy-style floating castle, or a "super battleship" composed of four spaceships, is emerging from countless cannon-like pipes. The red-purple energy beam was sprayed non-stop towards the crumbling "Bone Fortress".
Wherever the energy beam sweeps, even the space shows signs of tearing and decomposition.
Arthas's eyes narrowed slightly, because he had already recognized the outstanding figure standing on the "bow of the super battleship", as well as the prestigious troops - Kael'thas Sunstrider and Magister Legion!
It¡¯s that bastard who repeatedly ruined his good deeds and narrowly escaped from his sword!
It seems that he still did not die tragically in some unknown corner!
The anger and disgust that emerged in my heart. Alsace let out a cold snort of unknown meaning from his nasal cavity. No longer paying attention to the actions of the blood elf that annoyed him, the death knight had already set his sights on the fourth floating castle in the sky
Deterrence, depression, terror, ferocious
From the outside, this floating fortress seems to be the same as Kel'Thuzad's car except for the different color. But the floating fortress, which has a distinct aesthetic style of the Scourge, actually joined the side of Dalaran and the blood elves!
On the platform of the fortress, the Death Knight and the Paladin stood side by side. The rune sword covered with plague, frost and blood and the warhammer wrapped with the power of holy light complement each other!
And the three old but tall and majestic figures in front of the neat array of death knights and paladins made Arthas' heart tighten unconsciously!
Alessandro Mograine!
Tirion Fordring!
And Daelin Proudmoore dressed as a death knight!
Alsace¡¯s torture went unanswered, and in the sky, the tragic air battle scene finally came to an end.
Three huge floating castles formed a triangle and surrounded the vehicle belonging to Kel'Thuzad, using almost overwhelming firepower to block the "Bone Fortress"'s attempt to kill them all
Magic, distorted energy, engineering artillery fire The crumbling natural disaster floating fortress was smashed to pieces by the volley after just rushing out of the normal distance, and then collapsed and dismembered!
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Before Alsace could see the final outcome, the next second would happen. The scene in my mind changed again.
More and more cramming craziness poured into his mind, confusing and dizzying.
Alsace can no longer distinguish between the past and the future.
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The corpse of the dragon soars into the sky. Countless undead dragons are spreading destruction over a city the likes of which Arthas has never seen before - a place that is hot, dry and teeming with hordes of orcs.
And the next second, it was the turn of the rebuilt Stormwind City to withstand the attack of these undead dragons.
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Nerubians¡ªno. No, not the Nerubians, not the subjects of that underground kingdom, but their distant relatives.
Yes, that is a desert subspecies.
Those ferocious and cruel bugs gushed out from behind a broken city wall in an almost desperate manner, and then frantically collided and fought with the joint force of various races in Azeroth that was waiting
The giant bronze dragon flew and roared in the sky, and the huge creature with a dog's head on the ground and the war puppet made of obsidian strode across the shining yellow sand, roaring again and again.
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Two weapons that Alsace was familiar with appeared. In fact, just now the death knight was fighting to the death with the owners of those two weapons.
The Warglaives of Azzinoth and Illidan* Stormrage!
Illidan's body hovered in the air. The dark green double knives are cutting a pair of huge fiery red wings!
A battle ax exuding ferocious aura appeared from the screen. An orc with blood-red eyes and an upper body was leaping up and slashing the battle ax from the back with blood-red anger. The head of a giant demon
??The scene is fierce, and the vast and majestic evil power instantly fills the entire battlefield.
Before Alsace could see the great evil,On his face, the evil power in the scene has transformed into a red flame on a white background.
The flames glowed and engulfed the background as if they were alive. A vast body of water is revealed belowa silvery ocean waveundercurrents surge beneath the ocean surface.
Although the sky is clear, the calm sea is churning as if in a storm!
He heard a deafening loud noise, in which some kind of terrifying laughter could be vaguely discerned, and it seemed as if an underwater world was suddenly pulled out of place, and the earth's crust shrieked as it rumbled and rose green dark green Dark, grotesque and terrifying images danced wildly in the corner of Alsace's mind.
When he tried to take a closer look, they suddenly disappeared. Just under that glance - the horns?
Is it a deer? Is it a dragon?
Fuzzy shadows rose into the sky. It carries some kind of terrifying pressure that seems to be able to destroy the world
The mountains seemed to come alive, taking huge steps and mercilessly crushing everything in front of them. The whole world trembled at the sound of huge footsteps.
The indistinguishable figure walked farther and farther Alsace's mind was still filled with the shock of the irresistible aura of destruction, but his ears seemed to be ringing with several vague and tempting words that made people's minds sway. Whisper.
Terrifying and ugly tentacles, ferocious and huge eyeballs
Terrible creatures and shocking scenes that Alsace had never seen before were changing and flashing in his mind one after another
Then¡¡.
Frostmourne.
¡°At least the death knight is familiar with this weapon.
In the picture, right on top of the Frozen Throne, wearing the Lich King's armor, he was slashing the sword into the air.
Frostmourne faced a fierce and violent giant warhammer with lightning speed.
Arthas remembered that war hammer, which was the weapon of the tauren warrior. They met twice in Quel'Thalas, winning once and losing once.
A sword and a hammer struck each other in the air - and then the next second, all the pictures and scenes came to an abrupt end!
Alsace blinked and shook his head. All the chaotic scenes, whether exciting or depressing, disappeared.
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"There is more," in the consciousness space, the old and powerful orc slowly walked to the death knight's side and said unhurriedly: "But the premise is that you want to continue along this road. "
"Let's go on together!"
? Stretching out his green and wrinkled palm, Ner'zhul gently patted Arthas's shoulder, and declared loudly in a tone full of temptation and yearning:
"We are one, Alsace!"
"We are the Lich King. No more Ner'zhul, no more Arthas - only this one great and glorious existence. With everything I know, we can - well"
The old orc¡¯s eyes widened as the long sword passed through his chest, and his proud and proud words stopped for an instant.
Arthas took a step forward and sent Frostmourne forward, which shone hungrily with brilliance, piercing deeper into the body of the man who occupied the depths of his consciousness and soul.
"He was Ner'zhul, then he became the Lich King, and soon he will be nothing, nothing left.
Arthas put his other arm around the orc's waist and put his lips close to his green ear. This action can almost be said to be somewhat ambiguous. The act of taking human life is always so ambiguous, and it will always be so ambiguous
"No."
Arthas whispered softly in the orc¡¯s ear:
"not us."
"I've gotten everything I need from you - now this power belongs to me and only me!"
The orc trembled in his arms, shocked by this sudden betrayal. Arthas pushed and stirred the Frostmourne that had pierced Ner'zhul's body, and said in a calm and cold voice:
"From today on, no one can give me orders!"
"From today on, the Scourge Legion will only belong to me!"
"From today¡¡"
"I am the Lich King!"
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