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Diablo 2 Chapter 79 The Lich King is crowned

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    readx; In the Northrend continent, in the sky full of ice and snow, a snow peak stands in the sky, and the ring-shaped mountain points straight to the sky like a sharp sword.  It is vast and lonely, and it seems to be the only one that exists in the vast world. The crystal peak reflects the dazzling sunlight and is scattered with pale brilliance. It is so cold that people are frightened. The loneliness and bitter cold seem to be a scene passed down from ancient times.  Eternity remains unchanged, but in this loneliness, this snow-white world seems to have a different kind of beauty, attracting people to fall into the cold eternity.  At the foot of the mountain peak, a lone figure, stooped and stooped, was struggling to move on the windy and snow-covered mountain road.  That is the death knight Arthas, the former prince of Lordaeron.  At this time, he could not see the joy of success, nor the pride of being arrogant, nor even the arrogance of an immortal king. He was like a dying patient tortured by fate and curse.  Dragging his body so exhaustedly, bit by bit towards the end of his destiny.  At the foot of the mountain, countless undead are watching here, watching their king go to be crowned. The faint blue fire in the skull is constantly shining, and the piercing wails are heard one after another in the mountains and fields.  However, Alsace didn't notice at all. Those painful and helpless memories were repeated over and over in his mind, which was the tragedy of his life.  There seemed to be a voice lingering in his mind, warning him not to make the same mistake again and again, but this failed to stop the prince from walking towards the Frozen Throne.     finally.  In the biting cold, Arthas reached the top of the Frozen Throne.  A huge ice crystal stood there, with a skeleton-like figure vaguely reflected inside.  That is the Lich King Ner'zhul.  The forger of Frostmourne, the creator of all tragedies for the Death Knight.  However, in front of Ner'zhul's ice crystal, there was still a figure standing there, a figure that should not have appeared here originally.  But Arthas was not surprised that this person would appear here. He just shook Frostmourne in his hand calmly, and then said softly: "Are you here?" Mo Wen raised his eyebrows slightly, the death knight's reaction  It was somewhat beyond his expectation.  Compared to the previous impetuous, tough-tempered leader of the dead, the death knight at this time was a bit deep and terrifying.  That calm temperament is as calm as ice, so calm that it makes one's heart palpitate.  "You have become much stronger than before, and you don't seem surprised that I will appear here?" Mo Wen tilted his head slightly, narrowed his eyes, and looked squarely at the enemy in front of him for the first time.  The death knight gently touched the runes on Frostmourne with his hand.  Then he said calmly: "Continuous killing, continuous sinking, the closer I am to the darkness, the calmer my heart becomes, and then I want to understand a lot of things." His eyes swept past Mo Wen indifferently, and fell on Bing Bing  On top of the ice crystal that seals Aozu.  "You and I have been in constant conflict. You are stronger than me, but you haven't killed me. You obviously have plans for me. Then the result is not difficult to guess!" "You need me, or you need my natural disasters.  Legion, and this is obviously the most suitable place. Kill me and Ner'zhul in one fell swoop, and the natural disaster will be yours!" As Mo Wen explained his plot little by little, Arthas's expression did not change at all, as if  The person being calculated is not the same as himself.  "Wonderful! You are much smarter than before, at least you are not so brainless!" Crisp applause sounded from the Frozen Throne, and Mo Wen applauded twice.  However, under Alsace's cold eyes, he touched his nose in embarrassment.  He put his palm down again.  The current death knight is no longer the idiot he used to fool around with, but a king burdened with curses and resentments. The small tricks he used before can only bring humiliation to himself.  Faint white light gathered in Mo Wen's hand, and finally condensed into a large sword inlaid with precious jade.  "Ashbringer, the sword I prepared for you!" With a solemn look on his face that he had never seen before, Mo Wen gently touched the sword in his hand. The next moment, the bright holy light burst out from the Ashbringer, and the boiling  The light burned like a flame.  Ashbringer Level: A Category: Anti-personnel Noble Phantasm A divine weapon forged by the Shadow Crystal infused with Holy Light. It possesses two completely opposite powers of Shadow and Holy Light.  Although he is not as strong as Lord Tirion Fordring of the Silver Hand in terms of faith, Mowen is even better in terms of strength. After Naxxramas took back the Ashbringer, he spent a lot of time to  In the end, the Ashbringer and the soul of Mograine inside wereThey were purified together, and now the Ashbringer has returned to the glory of turning the undead wherever it passes into ashes.  Facing the bright holy light in Mo Wen's hand, Alsace's eyes felt a little rippled for the first time.  His hand touched the cold tip of Frostmourne's sword. The sharp blade pierced his palm, but not a drop of blood was shed.  Watching all this silently, the death knight's eyes flashed with a trace of sadness and a trace of intoxication, but in the end he pointed his sword at Mo Wen.  "Frostmourne, now - everything to me!" There was a brief silence, the sword points pointed at each other, and neither of them spoke.  Above the Frozen Throne, the north wind roared crazily mixed with ice and snow, and snowflakes as big as goose feathers fell from the sky, slowly passing between the two of them.  The next moment, the two of them moved at the same time, the heavy snow was torn into pieces as easily as paper, and the two crystal-clear swords struck together in the wind and snow.  An indescribable loud noise sounded at the top of the mountain, and invisible impacts spread from the top of the mountain, one by one, shattering all the clouds in the sky.  The undead at the foot of the mountain looked at it and saw a pillar of light rising into the sky from the top of the frozen snow. The two colors were entangled together and spiraled into the sky.  The dazzling golden light continues to shine, like the power of heaven, bright and eye-catching.  The deep blue with dim light condenses silently, like an abyss of glaciers, unchanged from time immemorial.  They are intertwined and collide with each other.  Two different colors of magic eroded each other, the hot holy light representing justice, and the cold magic representing death.  The needles are facing each other like wheat awns, refusing to give in to each other.  The sound like forging iron from a forge kept ringing on the top of the mountain, and the violent vibrations made the entire mountain tremble.  The ice and snow covering the mountain slowly slid, and finally turned into a torrent and rushed downwards. The avalanches one after another never stopped, as if the end of the world was coming, venting their cruelty wantonly.  Many undead souls were crawling on the ground.  Bowing and worshiping in front of that gorgeous light pillar was like meeting one's own king.  Time passes gradually.  The confrontation between gold and blue became more and more obvious. Along with the loud sound of weapons clashing, the entire sky was dyed into two colors by the light beams rising into the sky in this far north.  It formed an extremely gorgeous spectacle. The world of gold, blue, and white easily captured everyone's attention.  However, just as this wonderful scene was going on for everyone, a sudden change occurred.  In the golden light, a bright red color suddenly appeared, first a trace, then a streak, and finally turned into a sheet, in just a few moments.  The red color squeezed into the gold and blue, becoming the fourth color in the world. ?? Brilliant gold and bright red, the two colors blend together.  Then he pressed fiercely towards the blue.  Struggling crazily and roaring twistedly, the blue color kept resisting and impacting repeatedly, but it was still being worn away and eroded.  Finally, on the top of the mountain, after a crisp crackling sound, the explosion of holy light and the roar of the dragon drowned everything.  In the sky, a wave of gold and red colors completely suppressed the dazzling blue.  Finally swallowed up.  Then it was all over, the two colors of gold and red gradually dissipated, and the roar like iron also subsided.  The heaven and earth returned to silence. If it weren't for the falling snow under the mountain, I'm afraid everyone would think that nothing had happened.  The undead were lying on the ground without getting up. They didn¡¯t know who would win and who would lose, but they knew that today the king would be crowned.  However, there was one undead that was different. He actually stood up and started walking along the steps on the mountain towards the top of the mountain step by step.  It was a middle-aged elf with long silver-white hair.  On the top of the mountain, Mo Wen panted and sat on the ground tiredly, sweat sliding down his forehead and dripping on the ground bit by bit.  But Death Knight Arthas was lying on the side, with broken pieces of Frostmourne scattered around him, and Ashbringer stuck in his chest.  The entire top of the mountain seemed to have been plowed by a hurricane, with deep scratches everywhere. Except for the Lich King's ice crystals, no one was intact.  Then I heard the sound of Shasha¡¯s footsteps, and the middle-aged elf walked up the steps little by little.  Looking at that figure, Mo Wen just smiled softly and said hello leisurely.  "Long time no see, my father, are you okay?" Anastarian did not reply. His eyes swept over the death knight's body on the ground, and then fell on the Lich King's ice crystals.  The ghost fire swayed for a while, and finally looked at Mo Wen and asked: "Kael'thas, my son, what on earth are you going to do?" Having obtained a large amount of information about Kel'Thuzad's necromantic skills, Mo Wen wanted to find the undead in the natural disaster.It couldn't be easier to do tricks in the transformation ceremony.  Anastarian has retained his consciousness since the day he became undead and awakened. Since then, he has been thinking about what his son is doing.  Over the past few hundred years, Anastarian has been attracted by, proud of, and noticed his son's talent. It was not until the moment of his resurrection that Anastarian realized that he had never understood him.  There is no doubt that the tragedy of Quel'Thalas has the shadow of his son. Otherwise, the Rune Barrier will not only change in Silvermoon City. In terms of scope, Silvermoon Forest is wider, and in terms of importance, the Sunwell is not the same.  inferior to the former.  "Me? What do I want?" Hearing Anastarian's question, Mo Wen laughed. He stood up and walked to the Lich King's ice crystal in a few steps.  "Of course what I want is the whole world, father!" His fingers were like knives, and ice chips were flying everywhere. Mo Wen actually used his body to forcefully insert his palm into the huge ice crystal, but when he took it back,  It brings out a rusty crown.  "So I need the power of the undead. Father, are you willing to help me?" Anastarian remained silent, but Mo Wen didn't care much. Powerful spiritual power continued to pour into the crown in his hand.  Performing little tricks one after another.  Anastarian is not Arthas, and Mo Wen cannot guarantee that he will have the upper hand when merging with the Lich King, so some insurance measures are essential.  "I will build a beautiful country belonging to the elves, where no one can threaten us anymore!" While doing the work at hand, Mo Wen said to the former elf king while catching traces.  With a slight sigh, Anastarian made a choice. As the former king of elves, his attachment and responsibility to his race made him unable to refuse this condition, even if he is now an undead.  "What do I need to do?" He slowly walked to the ice crystal and sat down slowly on the broken throne.  "Merge the Lich King, and then¡ªaccompany me to destroy the Night Elves!" Gently placing the processed crown on Anastarian's head, a smile suddenly bloomed at the corner of Mo Wen's mouth, in the cold  This smile looked so dazzling in the ice and snow that people unconsciously felt a chill that pierced their hearts.  Anastarian felt his eyes go dark, and then his whole body sank into a wonderful world.  At the same time, all the undead in Azeroth seemed to be sensing something, looking towards the north, half-kneeling down, worshiping, and celebrating the birth of their king!  (To be continued) PS: Thanks to Baozi Coffee, Venue Big Brother, Qingshui Rapids, Erye, and Invincible God of War QQ for their monthly tickets.  
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