Chapter 764 The Fall of the Sun

"Well done!" Kael'thas shouted at the top of his lungs. His Royal Highness, who had been the crown prince for a thousand years, became rarely excited.

But he didn't expect that Duke would actually carry Antonidas's body and say to him: "Quickly retreat! I'll give you five minutes, take the most precious things in your mage tower, retreat!"

Kaizi was extremely stunned: "Don't we have the upper hand?"

Duke rolled his eyes: "The upper hand? Did I do too well to give you the illusion that we have the upper hand? Dalaran is over!"

"Didn't you obtain Antonidas' authority?"

Duke smiled bitterly: "If he is really dead..."

"..."

Duke gritted his teeth: "The worst thing I'm afraid of is that he dies and comes back to life."

Duke sometimes wants to slap himself a few times, good things don't work, bad things work.

Almost as soon as he finished speaking, the 'corpse' of Antonidas in his hand suddenly mutated. It was a violent dark wave that was completely superior to Huiyue Mage.

Subconsciously, Kael'thas stabbed it with a dagger wrapped in flames. Unfortunately, it was completely useless.

Whether it was the physical attack of the dagger itself or the flame element lingering on the dagger, they were all bounced away at the same time.

Duke and Kaizi's faces instantly turned pale. Low-level mysteries are destined to be rejected and resolved by higher-level mysteries. Such a phenomenon can only prove one thing - the soul of Antonidas is coming back, and in the form of a fallen person...

"Walk!"

Without any further hesitation, Duke and Kael'thas immediately left with a long-distance flash.

What a joke! ?

A great mage Xiri has fallen! ?

This is no less shocking news than the fall of Alsace!

Duke's teeth were almost broken.

what happened?

Originally, after Arthas captured Dalaran in history, didn't they let Antonidas' soul go? The soul of this former super-powerful master was left to wander among the ruins of Dalaran as a lonely ghost.

Until this moment, Duke did not know that Antonidas's fall was actually his fault.

It was precisely because of his appearance that the first time he saved people in the city of Lordaeron, and the second time was the battle of Dalaran, which severely frustrated Arthas' offensive twice in a row. Alsace suffered a lot.

Then, because Uther's soul refused the corruption of [Frostmourne] and refused to fall, Arthas became furious.

When Kun had no help, it happened to be the Dread Lords who sent Antonidas's soul...

At this moment, in Lake Lordamre north of Dalaran, the summer lake surface glowed with a strange cold color. No one would have thought that in the hot summer, just by inserting [Frostmourne] on the lake, all the lakes with a radius of more than 100 kilometers would be frozen!

Arthas stood with his sword in hand. He looked coldly and arrogantly at Dalaran, which was falling into chaos as the magical light continued to light up.

"Not enough! Not enough! This is far from enough! His Majesty the Lich King wants greater destruction! More deaths!" Arthas said with dignity in his voice: "Do you understand? My new servant!"

"Understood!" The person who replied was an extremely powerful soul. His soul is so staring that if you don't look carefully, you won't notice that he is actually just a disembodied soul.

A soul chain as thick as a thumb extended from Alsace's hand and disappeared less than half a meter away. Surprisingly, the other half of the chain was connected to the neck of the soul who looked to be wearing a luxurious mage robe. superior.

That powerful soul is naturally the soul of Antonidas!

It was clear that he no longer had an entity. Antonidas subconsciously made a gesture of swallowing, and his soul was filled with a sense of bitterness. The old mage couldn't help but recall the scene not long ago, and his gray lips twitched.

The Dreadlord is truly the most treacherous and terrifying creature in the universe. It was because of his greater strength that he pursued the Dread Lord that was injured by his blow.

Unfortunately, most of the Dread Lords were movie stars. When he chased away from the main battlefield, four Dread Lords had joined forces to directly seal the surrounding space, and then as many as eighteen negative magic effects were directly added to him.

Then he knelt, his soul ripped out of him alive, and then a Dreadlord magically shrank in size, entered his body, and took over his body.

When he came back to his senses, what he saw was Uther's cold body, and Arthas who had just completed the murder of his master!

Antonidas tensed his spirit, and in his soul state, his face was blurred with anger.

"I will not give in, you inhuman degenerate! Executioner! You even dare to kill your father and master, why don't you dare! I will not give in! No matter how you torture me, I will not give in. Surrender—destroying me is the only thing you can do!”

Unbeknownst to Antonidas, Arthas had just suffered another major defeat in corrupting Uther's soul.

The former prince's gray-white lips twitched, and then the prince showed a ferocious and twisted expression that was incompatible with his handsome face: "As you wish, a self-proclaimed righteous mage... I don't know if your soul is like mine. As holy as his teacher, is your will as strong as his?"

The prince even came over and waved the magic sword, and Antonidas's ears immediately echoed with the miserable wails of countless souls!

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah--"

That is the desperate howl of thousands of women on their deathbed.

"No--"

It was the painful roar before death of a man who could not protect his wife and children.

"Mommy mommy--"

It was the heart-rending cry of a child who has not yet grown up, when he is most frightened.

Antonidas let out a whimper. He couldn't tell whether he was afraid, or whether he was crying with regret. But he knew very well that this brief hoarse whimper had nothing to do with anger, hatred or justice.

Among the seven nations of the original alliance, Dalaran had the least concept of so-called evil. Over the course of more than two thousand years, countless mages have tried forbidden magic experiments.

That's why the Tirisfal Council came into being to regulate the scope of magic used by mages and prevent those experiments that killed people.

However, deep down, every mage does not have such a clear concept of so-called morality.

Antonidas's soul imprisoned by Tichondrius faced the phantom of [Frostmourne]'s sword. He had no room for resistance, and the resistance he imagined did not exist.

The shadow of the rune sword pierced him.

Cold, it was so cold, as if he still had a living body, and a bone-cold sword pierced his old body and broke his thin chest.

"No--"

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