Chapter 1728 The Magic Sword Flies Away (Seventh Update)

Duke was in a state of shock.

He ran away without saying a word.

He raised his left and right hands, and a shadow energy directly covered his figure.

The next moment, Duke directly transformed himself into a shadow priest and launched his ultimate move [Dissipate]!

When Duke temporarily decomposed his body into the shadow energy form, it was Ner'zhul's turn to look shocked.

Without the series of duels between Northrend and Duke, Ner'zhul's understanding of Duke would still be more than twenty years ago.

Even when Anastrian joined the Scourge for the second time, he only received superficial information. The Sun King had no way of knowing that Duke was seriously injured when he stabbed Archimonde to death, and instead developed the weird sub-class of Shadow Priest. It is even more impossible to know that Duke served as the Void Lord of the Burning Legion. Because after Grom reported to Thrall, Thrall did not inform Anastrian.

The disparity in intelligence caused Ner'zhul to be caught off guard.

Duke ran away somewhat embarrassed.

That's just a little embarrassing.

As time passed, the system wizard's analysis became more detailed.

Duke thought to himself: "Well, this is where [Frostmourne]'s shadow energy is stored. There's nothing interesting there."

Since it is the Lich King's private territory, the shadow energy inside must be marked with the Lich King's mark. It's not impossible for Duke to seize it, but it will take a lot of time and effort, and it will also alert Ner'zhul.

"Then...the place where souls are imprisoned should be here..."

Duke, the great thief, first found the place where ordinary souls were imprisoned.

Looking at the huge, messy cage below, where thousands of innocent souls were imprisoned, Duke didn't want to take another look, even though there might be a random soul fragment inside, which could contact a commander of the Scourge Legion from the outside world.

Duke moved on to a more secluded spot.

There are indeed two soul guards in front of them, and they also have considerable power.

But in this sword world full of shadow energy, Duke can remain in the [dissipated] state for a long time.

In their empty spiritual vision, Duke was no different from an ordinary wisp of shadow energy smoke.

Perhaps this is also because there has never been a real foreign enemy since the creation of [Frostmourne].

Duke slipped in easily.

"here it is……"

Returning to his human form, Duke pulled a mechanism on the wall without any difficulty.

The bottom of the room opened, and several altars immediately rose up. Several groups of soul fragments were originally divided and kept on those altars. What is supported on the altar are actually several independent spaces similar to safes.

System analysis concluded that the opening method here is actually... voice control?

"Do you want a verbal password?" Duke frowned: "System, imitate Alsace's voice for me."

The next moment, when Duke spoke again.

Duke began to randomly try passwords.

"Frostmourne?"

"Arthas Menethil?"

"The Lich King?"

After Duke tried seven or eight times randomly, he had an idea: "Kalia...sister?"

Suddenly the altar responded.

Several altars began to move on their own and pieced together.

When the independent spaces merged, the soul fragments inside also began to merge.

When these fragments were finally completely fused together, they squirmed as if they were suddenly alive, swimming upstream and 'growing' into the air.

In the end, they actually generated a black soul skull.

"Ha! It's actually his soul!?" It must be said that Duke had a very unexpected gain.

Duke raised his hand and gently used the Void Lord's technique to take this large soul fragment into his hand. Then activate [Dissipate] again and leave this room.

Duke continues to search for a way to crack Frostmourne from within.

Just defeating Ner'zhul doesn't seem to be enough. However, the flow of time in the sword is obviously different from that in the outside world. The system estimated that it is about a quarter of the time flow rate in the outside world.

Finally, Duke made many twists and turns and reached the top level of [Frostmourne], where the hilt of the sword should be.

What appeared in front of Duke was a confused-looking male soul. He closed his eyes tightly and seemed to be sleeping.

But Duke knew that this soul should be trapped in a permanent cycle of dreams. Only the extremely weak and still slowly swaying soul fire in his chest proved that this soul has not been completely annihilated and is not a An empty shell with only appearance.

Duke didn't know who this soul was, he just felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity.

Duke was sure that he had seen this man.

The question is, who can be trapped by Alsace, support him solemnly, and refuse to destroy his soul... who is it?

At the same moment, the fierce battle outside has reached its most critical moment.

When Arthas launched [Frostmourne's Wrath] again, almost everyone outside was injured. Fortunately, the soul power reserve in [Frostmourne] has already fallen below the warning level, which greatly weakened the power of [Wrath] this time.

Magni, Gavin Rad, and Tirion were all at the front. The two Paladins were invincible and used the Holy Light to push past.

"Arthas! Do you remember your father Terenas?" Tirion roared and slashed the [Ashbringer] with his sword.

"Remember! I stabbed the old immortal to death with my sword!" Arthas laughed wildly as if he had given up on himself, and used [Frostmourne] to fight Tirion's sword, forcing Tirion back.

"Remember Uther?" Gavin Rad rushed up and fought Alsace again.

When Alsace shot away Queen Xi with an arrow, and then knocked away Magni with a hammer, Kalia blasted Alsace with a hammer from afar.

The sacred golden light of [Valanel] struck [Frostmourne].

After this, the famous [Frostmourne] was no longer intact. At this moment, everyone in the audience heard a sudden metallic buzz, which was the mournful cry of the magic sword.

The golden light rotates, as if it wants to penetrate into the sword body.

The blade of [Frostmourne] suddenly had a dent, and a beam of golden light with different tones shot out from it. The two golden lights with different tones merged together and flowed into the patterns on the rune sword.

The entire sword became sparkling. This was not the blue-white evil aura that [Frostmourne] had always emitted. This was the holy light that was completely opposite to evil.

"Ah!" Completely unable to control the magic sword in his hand, Alsace watched helplessly as his magic sword floated upwards, with the blade pointed downwards, hovering upright in the middle of the ice-cast platform.

"It's impossible-" Arthas was completely confused!

Uh, I haven't finished writing it yet. I thought I could write about Er Fool before February.