Chapter 765 Archlich Antonidas

The soul of Antonidas that was stuck on the shadow of Frostmourne was like a piece of barbecue pierced by a barbecue fork. When Arthas withdrew the sword light, the soul of the old mage also followed.

The old mage was about to scream in fear when he suddenly wondered if it was his hallucination, because on Alsace's still handsome face, in addition to endless anger, the old mage seemed to have a hint of regret.

Alsace withdrew the sword, as if shaking off the blood stains on the sword, and threw out the old mage's soul that was originally pierced on the sword.

The old mage's soul couldn't go anywhere. He was curled up on the floor like a living thing. The cold feeling coming from the depths of his soul made every molecule of his soul tremble.

The unspeakable and intense pain seemed to tear his soul apart. He subconsciously stretched out his soul-like arms to cover the wound on his chest in vain, as if blood was bubbling out of his chest, as if his palms could give warmth to his heart.

"Destroy me!" Antonidas almost begged, saying extremely weakly: "I pray for...a happy destruction."

Antonidas's senses began to dull, and even his voice became ethereal.

Alsace's voice suddenly came: "Based on what you have done, I can't give you a rest..."

This... gave Antonidas hope.

The next second, Arthas personally extinguished this hope.

"It's a pity that first Duke Marcus ruined the plan between me and His Majesty the Lich King, and then Uther refused the embrace of darkness. I can no longer bear the third failure..."

Fear turned into countless sharp nails that penetrated his soul, but this feeling lasted only for a moment, and soon dissipated as everything around him became blurry.

Will Arthas resurrect me? Turn me into a shambling, mean zombie?

"No -" he murmured, his voice full of complaints and unwillingness seemed to come from a distant mountain: "I am Antonidas - the being who could have become the greatest mage in the world - how... can you... …take me…”

Before he finished speaking, Antonidas lost all consciousness.

He thought that this would be an eternal sleep, and all the pain would disappear, leaving only the soft darkness and endless comfortable tranquility.

He thought that there would no longer be overt or covert struggles between the Council and the Alliance, and he could finally put aside the burden of being the leader of Dalaran and rest forever.

Unfortunately……

The sudden pain penetrated his soul.

This was not pain from the five senses, but a severe pain that he had never experienced before.

An experiment once failed and half of my body was burned.

I once had my arm broken by an ogre during an adventure.

No physical pain he had experienced before could compare to this torture.

Antonidas suddenly realized that this was torture of the soul.

Captured by the Rune Demonic Sword [Frostmourne], it was impossible for him to have a warm and peaceful land of death.

The power of the magic sword was so brutal that it tortured the souls of hundreds of people in one breath. The unbearable pain made him feel an impulse to cry out in the deepest part of his soul, and this impulse penetrated his entire soul. The collapse-like pain deep in my heart cannot be vented, and the violent pain cannot find any way to escape.

This high-intensity torture easily broke through his will.

Almost at the same time, in the shallow depths of Antonidas's soul, there was a demonic voice full of temptation that was inducing him.

"Do you... long for immortality?"

"Are you less energetic than before?"

"Do you hate your aging body?"

"Do you feel like you can't let go of power?"

"Do you think human life is not enough to explore the endless mysteries of magic?"

Five questions were played in a loop.

Antonidas wanted to resist, but couldn't help but sink.

He wanted to say no.

But every time he was about to say something, his heart would tell him - you are lying!

He refused a thousand times, but the magical voice asked ten thousand times.

The more he resisted answering, the more he felt a bone-crushing wailing in his heart, which not only added to his pain, but also made the voice sound more blood-curdling and heart-rending.

I don’t know how many times I repeated it, but finally...

"Yes! I am a coward! I hate myself for being weak! Okay! You win, I surrender -"

Along with that humiliating declaration, the defense line in his heart was like a dam that finally collapsed. The dark and cold tide flooded his heart and rapidly transformed his soul.

I don’t know how long it took, but the darkness dissipated from my senses, but everything in front of me did not return to color.

Antonidas did not need to rely on the seven-color world of red, yellow, and blue to identify the guy who tormented him, because even in the colorful world, he was only composed of black, white, and gray.

The rune demon sword [Frostmourne] that swallowed her soul was still shining brightly. Arthas raised his other hand in a summoning posture. This was how he separated her from the place sealed by the demon sword. It was pulled out of the horror world.

"Demon spirit - you will remain like this until you return to your own bones. When you return to your own body, you will become a powerful lich." Arthas told Anthony in a pronouncement tone. Das.

Lich! ?

I actually became a lich?

Antonidas felt a sense of humiliation, and seemed to have a sense of depraved pleasure.

Arthas continued: "Although I don't want to admit it, I find that I do need a few loyal commanders to control the increasingly large Scourge Legion for me. Now, you - the once admired great magician, you will Serve me.”

Antonidas felt an unspeakable fear.

"No, I refuse - my magic will not be poured out on my people and every mystic who yearns for the mysteries of magic!" Although his voice became hollow and weird, Antonidas tried to make his voice sound meaningful. majesty.

"Really?" The evil prince made a gesture, just moving his fingers, but this extremely subtle movement made him shrink into a ball due to severe pain.

With unbearable and violent pain, the old mage finally realized that he was so powerless in front of this strongest death knight. He finally realized that he had become his tool, just a little more advanced than those rotting corpses and stinking ghouls.

A few days later, he followed Arthas back to Dalaran, a place he was extremely familiar with.

Then, he felt his body.

"Go and let your mages be used for me!" the fallen prince said proudly.

Antonidas let out a shrill scream, and then rushed towards his body.

On this day, an extremely powerful lich was born.