Chapter 445 ()

At the very top of Icecrown Citadel, there was originally a huge ice tower, but now, it has been wrapped in layers by the huge fortress of Icecrown Citadel.

A huge towering ice tower thus stands between the crevasse and the top of the fortress, and the new Lich King Arthas now sits on the Frozen Throne at the top of this central ice tower. He is using the mighty power of his Helm of Domination to radiate and control the Scourge throughout Northrend.

However, now he is not in the mood to rule and control the undead natural disasters in the entire Northrend continent. Because two groups of extremely powerful enemies chose to raid his castle on the same day and almost at the same time, they were divided into two groups like a competition, and they headed towards his throne from two different directions from the east and west gates at high speed. Come on raid!

...

In fact, at the beginning, Alsace, who didn't notice the enemy army, didn't pay much attention to it. He thought it was just some people who didn't know what to do and came to make trouble... But when he found that the two groups of enemies were extremely powerful and his castle When the countless subordinates in the army couldn't resist, it was too late to retreat and evade, and they couldn't even run away.

So, now he can only sit decadently and lonely on his throne alone, with his magic sword Frostmourne stationed, staring at the huge frozen platform under the throne without saying a word, waiting With the arrival of powerful enemies.

Now there wasn't even a single ghoul here besides himself...

All the undead were sent by him to block the Burning Legion and the powerful demon Kil'jaeden who were rushing in from the east gate...Compared to the Azeroth coalition forces that were steadily advancing and rushing in from the west gate, The demons in the east are faster and more aggressive, especially that Kil'jaeden, no general of natural disasters can block the opponent!

Alsace saw from the vision of the undead provided by the Helm of Dominion: Professor Putricide under him, before his highly poisonous poison had time to take effect, was trampled by Kil'jaeden leading the team. It became a pool of green meatloaf; not to mention the three unlucky vampires of the Blood Council... They can only deal with those ordinary demons. , just like swat flies, they just slapped the three of them into bloody dregs so neatly; as for Icecrown Glacier's floating gunboat modified from a goblin gunboat, of course it is not much better, it has not had time to fire a few shots, It was blown up by a magic spell of that big demon, and now I don't know where it crashed...

Therefore, besides continuing to wait here, waiting to use the power blessed by the Frozen Throne to fight against powerful enemies, Alsace really has no other better choice.

Of course, he doesn't do everything!

Just now, he, Alsace, has used the power of the Helm of Dominion to urgently mobilize from the nearest places such as the Dark Cathedral, the Evil Castle of Marekaris, the Gate of Fear, Coresa, and the Court of Bones. A large number of undead legions are rushing towards Icecrown Citadel for emergency support. As long as he can withstand half an hourglass and persist until a large number of undead legions pour into Icecrown Citadel, then he will Sass will still be the final winner!

As for places farther away, such as the Iron Wall Dam that was fighting the demons of the Burning Legion in Crystalsong Forest and the main forces in Echo Valley, because the distance was too far, he didn't even think about notifying them.

Arthas believed that no matter how bad it was, he would be able to persist until the garrison near Icecrown Citadel returned to support! Especially after gaining the power of Ner'zhul the Lich King, he has this confidence, he is now stronger than ever before!

"..."

But for some reason, Alsace always felt... Maybe this time, it would be his most dangerous battle?

He has always had a strong intuition as if his life was threatened, which is very real... It is really like,

When he was in Silvermoon City, he was blown away by an unknown magic device and fell to the beach in the North Sea of ​​Silvermoon City?

Although his fighting spirit was still high, Arthas was a little sad to find... the guys who were rushing towards him, it seems that he can't afford to provoke them?

Attacking from the east of Icecrown Citadel is Kil'jaeden the Deceiver and his Burning Legion brigade. Most of them are very powerful, and the fighting power of the demons is beyond doubt! Especially that big demon... Alsace really didn't have much confidence in his heart, maybe he could just hold on for a little longer?

And those allied troops from Azeroth who are rushing all the way from the west...

Among them, he also knew a lot of guys... For example, Dangru, the scary little girl who used a special device to destroy his army of hundreds of thousands of undead? There are also a large group of powerful paladins, priests, warriors, rangers, mages, druids, etc... They still seem to be the most powerful group of existences in the world of Azeroth. Hundreds of people seem to have made it clear that they will not let him have a good time, and Alsace must kill him before he will give up?

In short, people on both sides, he, the newly promoted Lich King, seems to be untouchable for the time being?

Therefore, now he can only stay here pretending to be calm, on his throne, while urging his troops to come to support, while waiting for the arrival of the enemy, besides, he has already nowhere to go...

coming! !

Suddenly, Arthas, the Lich King who was sitting on the throne, raised his head and looked to the west... There, a huge and tough ice door was smashed by some kind of force, and then, a huge red The skin demon led a large group of elite soldiers of the Burning Legion to rush up here on the throne platform of Alsace, the king.

"..."

The enemy finally came...

Arthas knew that that huge red demon was definitely Kil'jaeden the Defrauder... The powerful and terrifying energy fluctuations on the opponent's body, and the haughty look that looked down on everything, were enough to explain everything.

Just after breaking through the final barrier, Kil'jaeden's ferocious eyes of fel energy met Alsace's from a distance, and the two had a silent contest in a long distance.

"Hehehe..."

So soon, amidst wild laughter, Kil'jaeden took huge steps in mid-air, and without seeing any extra movements, he just used magic to float out of thin air step by step to the corner of the huge Frozen Throne. On the platform, he began to look down viciously at Alsace who was still sitting on the frost-covered throne, and also scanned him with ice blue and indifferent magic flame eyes.

Maybe it's because Kil'jaeden forcibly helped to open the way, maybe it's because the coalition forces didn't choose a good direction and encountered too many undead obstacles... Anyway, when the demons of the Burning Legion attacked the Frozen Throne first, The troops of the Azeroth Alliance are still nowhere to be seen. It must take a long time to get here?

"Hmph...you, the new Lich King Arthas, right? That's right, it's you..."

"I'm very curious... What gave you the courage to not only refuse and disobey my orders, but also dare to kill the envoy I sent earlier?"

"Is it Ner'zhul's poor strength, or that little toy in your hand?"

Glancing at the other party again, Kil'jaeden sneered a little disdainfully after seeing the details.

It is not difficult to see from his level and vision: the power of the death knight in front of him is simply pitifully weak! Perhaps, at most, it is at the level of an ordinary hero. Once you encounter those slightly stronger and more experienced doomsday guards in the legion, it is estimated that the opponent will not be able to beat them, right?

And the only thing the other party relied on was the ability of the weapon in his hand and the remaining power of Ner'zhul in the Helm of Domination! It was because of these two things that the opponent's strength was abruptly raised to the level of a demigod... and without those two things, this Lich King named Arthas would be nothing!

It's ridiculous to think about Ner'zhul who wants to get rid of his own control... That puppet went to great lengths to betray the legion, so he reluctantly found such a substitute that could accommodate the soul, and wanted to get rid of the shackles of the Frozen Throne, but in the end What, it turned out that the double used as a vehicle was wiped out instead?

Sure enough, like attracts like, and people are divided into groups...

Only that idiot Ner'zhul could find such an even more stupid and ignorant death knight who wanted to resist him, right? The brain is really a good thing, why doesn't the other party think about it more, even when Ner'zhul was the strongest, he was subdued by himself, but now, the other party is stealing Ner'zhul's remaining After gaining strength, why did he dare to disobey himself?

"oh……?"

"Are you Kil'jaeden the Deceiver of the Burning Legion? You are indeed very big and powerful... But, I have killed quite a few storm giants who are about your size or those flying lizards... "

Alsace snorted coldly, stood up from his throne, and slowly pulled out the Frostmourne that he had inserted into the icy ground in front of the throne, ready to forcibly confront this man he faced directly. The most powerful enemy ever!

As the saying goes, you don't lose if you lose, even if the opponent has successfully raided the Icecrown Citadel and was forced to the point of desperation, but... Alsace's implication is that he still regards this great demon as a man in Northen. Compared with the useless Titans that can be seen everywhere in Delhi, he felt that maybe he could cut the other side with a single sword if he worked a little harder?

"So, I suddenly felt that you might be similar to those I killed? After a while, maybe I can resurrect you into a powerful death monster?"

Although his mouth was still stubborn, in fact, Alsace had also thought about retreating. However, there were two groups of enemies in front of him, one was the demons of the Burning Legion, and the other was the Azeroth coalition forces. Heroes, he really wants to run and has nowhere to run...

And it's not that he didn't think about letting his subordinates cast teleportation spells to leave, but... Those incompetent liches actually told him: The surrounding space of the Icecrown Fortress seems to be forcibly disturbed by many people casting spells together, maybe ...Only a powerful existence like Kel'Thuzad who has been transferred from a legendary lich and a real mage can barely cast a short-distance portal in this kind of place and leave, right?

Don't think too much, this situation must have something to do with Kil'jaeden and those people from the Azeroth Alliance! Perhaps, one of them cast a spell that hinders space magic, or all of them participated in the spell casting?

It's a pity that now Kel'Thuzad is far away on the front line of the undead on the border with Crystalsong Forest. If it is disturbed here, the other party may not be able to catch up, and there must be no hope.

"Hmph...arrogance!"

"Then I will be looking forward to it, and I hope you, a little bug, won't disappoint me too much..."

Contemptuously glanced at the other party, the little guy in front of him was far inferior to him in terms of strength and size, so Kil'jaeden couldn't understand, what made the other party so confident? Could it be ignorance? Or... was it the little toys on the other party?

Just when Kil'jaeden wanted to waste a little time teasing the other party, first give the other party a little hope, and then smother it fiercely, let this little bug experience the pain from hope to despair, like a When a bedbug was struggling on the verge of death, a figure suddenly appeared at his feet, rudely interrupting his upcoming performance.

"My master... the heroes of the Azeroth coalition will arrive soon, and they are now in the east, in the final hall, only two doors away from here!"

At this time, the fel mage Kael'thas flashed a short distance and came to Kil'jaeden's feet to report.

Kael'thas is very contradictory now. He himself really hopes that Alsace will be beaten to death by this Kil'jaeden sooner! Because, the Sunstrider Royal Court, his country, his father, Anastarian? The Sunstrider, and even himself, were all directly or indirectly destroyed by each other's hands... This mortal enmity, But it will not disappear because of his own death and resurrection!

However, Kael'thas was a little worried. He was afraid that Kil'jaeden would successfully snatch the helmet and destroy the world...

"Huh? It's them... first send our legionnaires to stop them!"

In any case, Kil'jaeden wanted to have a good time with this little bug called Arthas first, and then humiliate him well, in order to avenge the humiliation that the other party had beheaded the envoy and despised him before!

"Master, I have already sent it over!"

"However...their number is small, but they are all elite! The force of the assault is very powerful. I am afraid that the remaining high-level demons we have less than a thousand will not be able to stop them for long..."

After glancing at Alsace standing in front of the Frozen Throne with somewhat resentful eyes, Kyle continued to report.

Now he doesn't know what to do, if he procrastinates here, he probably won't be able to procrastinate for long... Before, in order to buy time for those Azeroth Alliance members, he specially ordered those demons to come from behind Attack the undead with all your strength, and then go to block the way of those Azeroth Alliance people, in order to prepare to consume a little more demons and undead, so that the opponent can rush over faster?

Other than these, he really couldn't make it too obvious.

"A bunch of rubbish! All useless things!"

"Okay... Then let me kill this little bug right now... I only need one trick to deal with such ants, and I won't waste too much time!"

Roaring dissatisfied, Kil'jaeden turned around coldly.

Now that the people from the Azeroth coalition forces will arrive here soon, Kil'jaeden, who doesn't want to fight to the death with the opponent, can only stop his previous plan to play with the opponent and start to feel a little impatient He stared at Alsace, the little bug who dared to swing a weapon at him.

Kil'jaeden believed that he would not waste too much time dealing with such fools.

"Really? Devil, when I cut off that ridiculous head of yours, I hope you can still remember what you said now after being resurrected by me!"

Although since he became a death knight, his soul and body are only a piece of cold Alsace, and he rarely has too much emotional fluctuation, especially after eliminating Ner'zhul! He had long felt that his heart was completely cold, and he had slowly adapted to his new identity.

But now, after hearing the devil's words, and seeing that the other party dared to despise him like this, he couldn't help feeling angry again, and wanted to kill the other party desperately.

He is the Lich King - Alsace? Menethil! In this life, I only exist to conquer the world!

"Ignorant idiot!!"

Already faintly hearing those shouts and noises coming from the west direction behind him, Kil'jaeden knew that he must not delay any longer! Once you get entangled, it will be very troublesome! Therefore, he decided that now is the time to take care of this little bug, and leave here as soon as he gets what he wants, so as not to cause unnecessary trouble!

After all, although he is not afraid of those natives of Azeroth, but... a certain little girl still makes him very afraid... If you are entangled by the other party and a group of powerful helpers here, plus those who are about to come back to support With a large number of undead, the outcome will be unpredictable.

Therefore, he didn't want to talk nonsense anymore, and stepped on the Frozen Throne where the other party was standing as soon as he lifted his foot!

"Take your life! Kil'jaeden!!"

Seeing that the other party dared to despise him so much, and stepped on him so defenselessly without using any spells, Alsace was furious at the same time, and at the same time he aroused all his strength in an instant, and his whole body began to cover A layer of thick frost death flames like a shield, and at the same time covered Frostmourne's sword body with a layer of azure blue death frost energy!

In the next moment, before the opponent's big feet were about to crush the Frozen Throne, he deftly turned around to avoid the opponent's trampling, moved forward in three or two steps, and deftly pointed at the instep and knees that the opponent stepped on, just as high as Gao Di jumped up, wanting to take advantage of the opportunity of the opponent leaning over, and directly slash at the opponent's red neck without any armor protection!

Alsace already has a lot of experience in dealing with such a large creature!

He knew that no matter how strong the opponent was and how powerful his mana was, once he got close to him, with his agility far surpassing that of the opponent and his determination to go all out, he would definitely have a way to slowly deal with the opponent! And this is the price of the other party's carelessness!

He believed that it would not be too long before he beheaded the opponent's huge head.

"Hmph! Stupid!"

The red demon just smiled coldly, and in the next moment, without knowing what Kil'jaeden had done, Arthas, who was wielding Frostmourne with a thunderous force, planned to take advantage of the situation to chop off the ugly head of the enemy. Suddenly froze, and then the death power of frost covering the body and the ice blue energy shining on the Frostmourne sword tightly held by both hands disappeared in an instant?

Then, in astonishment and bewilderment, Kil'jaeden slapped him on the ground like a fly.

"You...how could...what did you do to me?!"

Arthas couldn't believe it, what did that Kil'jaeden do to make the powerful power he snatched from Ner'zhul disappear in an instant? What's even more frightening is that now even Frostmourne has become extremely heavy, as if even it is resisting his command?

This kind of thing has never happened before! It was as if... everything he had had abandoned him at the same time.

"Hmph! A fool is a fool!"

"Listen up, funny little bug: it was I who imprisoned Ner'zhul's soul in the ice and threw it here in Azeroth, I who gave him power, and I who forged the Frozen Throne And the Helmet of Domination... In fact, even the Frostmourne in your hand was forged by the Nathrezim, the dreadlord of our legion, and I know more about it than you think..."

"However, what's even more ridiculous is..."

"Little bug, the power you plundered from Ner'zhul actually has the power of my contract...and of course I can deprive it at any time! So, what do you use to fight me?!"

These words are actually a bit watery... In fact, it is absolutely impossible for Kil'jaeden to deprive him at any time, otherwise, he would have done that before! Because, he had to be at least as close as he is now! And this is exactly the fundamental reason why Kil'jaeden needs to come here in person, and be absolutely sure to clean up the opponent with one move.

Everything the other party is proud of comes from Kil'jaeden's charity, and the other party wants to rely on what he donated to defeat him. Isn't it funny, what is it? !

"Damn! I will never forgive you!"

Even without the power of the Lich King, under the shock and fear, Arthas still plucked up his courage, relying only on the brute force of his death knight body, waved Frostmourne, once again towards the The enemy rushed over frantically.

clang!

Feeling that the armor on his body and the magic sword in his hand had become extremely heavy, he could only wield the weapon with all his strength, and launched a powerful slash towards the opponent's calf... However, apart from the futile sound of metal He didn't get any results other than the blaring sound of the collision.

Boom! !

With another kick, Kil'jaeden kicked the opponent away again, and at the same time let his weapon drop, he also slammed into the ice on the Frozen Throne, causing the opponent to make a loud impact sound. After that, he walked down the steps again and rolled down towards the platform in embarrassment.

"ridiculous!"

"Little bug, do you really think that this kind of gadget made by the Nathrezim clan can hurt me?"

Slap!

After a crisp sound of breaking, Alsace, who could barely stand up, was horrified to see: that Kil'jaeden, the other party used only two fingers to easily snap off his handle that once made the entire AI Humans in the world of Xerath all rushed to the magic sword of fear, which he would pull up even if he didn't hesitate to destroy everything with his own hands - Frostmourne? !

"Now, this omnipotent Lich King, have you thought about how to die?!"

Just casually throwing the broken weapon on the platform, Kil'jaeden grinned grinningly, possessed himself again, and immediately grabbed the opponent's body and lifted him up. Then, after he stretched out his hand and brutally tore off the opponent's helmet of dominion, and stared at the opponent's pale dead face and withered white hair for the last time, he snorted proudly again.

Kil'jaeden was already thinking, what should he do in order to torture the other party well and make the other party howl in pain to vent his hatred?

rumbling...

"Well?!"

Kil'jaeden, who was about to make a move, suddenly heard knocking on the door from the west. Then, when he looked under the Frozen Throne, he seemed to only see the last group of demons from the Legion struggling to against a trembling door.

From this point of view, those coalition forces of Azeroth are now separated from them by those two doors in the distance? If so, then...

"Hmph! Kael'thas, my loyal servant... Now, your enemy is here, let's do it?"

"However... I advise you to be more agile!"

Kil'jaeden the Deceiver, who was about to crush the opponent into meatloaf and burn it to ashes with evil energy, when he saw Kael'thas at his feet, who was staring at the enemy in his hand , He thought about it, and took advantage of the opportunity to slam Alsace, who was seriously injured, in front of the other party, and then took a step back with a wicked smile, signaling that the other party had revenge for revenge, and revenge for revenge.

He is never stingy with his subordinates who satisfy him! And this is the generosity of Kil'jaeden!

"Thank you for your generosity, great master..."

After being stunned for a while, Kael'thas, who came to his senses, first saluted respectfully, then quickly turned around, and looked at a big enemy who was lying on the ground and still trying to get up. .

"Unexpectedly, Arthas? Menethil... You may never imagine that you have today, right?"

Walking towards each other step by step, Kael'thas remembered his glorious demon king's kingdom in the past, the resplendent Silvermoon City, Eversong Forest bathed in the light of the Sunwell, Clearwind Village, Sunstrider Island, and... he The father who died in battle and the entire Silver Moon Council...

His country, everything about him, was ruined by the butcher in front of him...

"Hahaha... Kael'thas! Ahem..."

"Do you think you won? No... I want to tell you, you have lost completely from the beginning to the end! The woman you fancy was taken away by me... Your country was also destroyed by me... yours Countless clansmen, your Sun Wells have all been destroyed by me!"

"Although... I may have failed today... But, I didn't lose to you, you poor insect!"

Holding on to his broken body, Arthas laughed wildly and stood up tremblingly, then stared ferociously at the prince who was also dead across from him! Just like what he said, even if Alsace is defeated now, he himself has surpassed the opponent in all aspects, everything!

"Really? Then, accept the trial of a high elf ghost..."

With a black face, Kael'thas immediately punched a large group of evil energy directly into the opponent's chest. Under a certain force of grief and indignation, he even knocked him away with one punch. Get up, and then let the opponent fall heavily beside the broken Frostmourne.

"Ahem...you..."

Arthas was still struggling, grabbing the hilt of Frostmourne, which had been cut in two, trying to prop up his body, but... the expanding evil energy in his chest was It kept devouring his twisted life.

"Hmph! Now, I will take this helmet of domination!"

"Little bug, slowly enjoy the last time of fear! Your humble life is leaving you bit by bit, and now no one can save you, hahahaha..."

I am very satisfied with Kael'thas's way of torturing the enemy. Looking at Alsace, who is half kneeling on the platform in front of the Frozen Throne with his dagger propped up, his body has been gradually eroded by evil energy, and his soul will soon be swallowed up. , after Kil'jaeden laughed out loud, he turned around and left with the remaining demons.

Now he has to go! Because, those coalition heroes from the world of Azeroth are coming here soon, and they have consumed a lot of strength along the way, and he, who has lost all his demon army, dare not entrust another person here Waiting for others to attack, so as not to accidentally capsize the boat in the gutter.

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On the Frozen Throne platform, when the coalition forces attacked, Kil'jaeden the Deceiver had already gone far away to see any shadows... He took away the helmet of dominion originally worn on Alsace's head, leaving only The next ex-Lich King who was dying - Arthas...and, the magic sword Frostmourne that he broke so easily...

"Here...how did this happen? Wait! That person...he is Alsace?!"

The first person to charge up was King Varian of the Stormwind Kingdom, and then he saw that familiar yet unfamiliar figure for the first time.

Afterwards, countless elite warriors and generals of the coalition rushed onto the legendary platform of the Frozen Throne. Naturally, they began to look at the middle of the platform in astonishment. The death knight clutching his chest... No, it should be Arthas, the Lich King?

The heroes of Azeroth began to look at each other, they didn't know what to do! After all, this existence they once hated so much is obviously dying now! This also shows that Kil'jaeden the Deceiver's plot has succeeded, and they are still one step too late!

"Oh! It seems that there is a good show to watch!"

Unreasonably pushing away the onlookers, little Annie blinked for a while and glanced at a certain death knight kneeling in the middle of the platform with a broken sword, and after confirming that the other party was the guy she hated at the beginning, she nodded. He shook his head, shook his head again, then turned around, ran to the top of the Frozen Throne, sat on the icy throne, and began to watch the next good show with great interest.

(…)

(For his heartless little master, Tibbers doesn't want to complain anymore, and he doesn't bother to complain, so let her go...)

"Get out of the way! Get out of the way! He's almost dead now, let us, the queen, have a word with him first!"

Old Fording, Mograine, and Dathrohan, who were carrying a huge silver warhammer, began to push away the orcs, humans, dwarves, elves, and draenei who were onlookers one by one, protecting their Kalia. The queen squeezed directly to the middle of the throne platform and stood in front of Alsace.

They let Kalia slowly walk in front of the other party alone, and didn't want to protect anything, because they could all see that that person...he was indeed going to die soon... ....Moreover, it may also be the kind that will be burnt to death by evil energy, and will never exist again!

"Alsace...my brother..."

Gently murmuring the other party's name, Kalia walked in front of the other party so defenselessly.

Although, the other party has done countless evil things, countless unforgivable evil things... But, until now, seeing the other party in this state, Kalia still can only squat down on the cold rock with red eyes. On the floor, he stared blankly at the other party's pale, ferocious and painful face.

"Ahem... are you here to see my joke?"

"My sister Kalia...Yes, I still fail...Actually, I have always failed..."

"From Andorhal...to Hearthglen...from Stratholme...to Northrend...I've been failing...I've never been able to Successfully saved my people... when I couldn't summon the Holy Light, it was my first despair..."

"I naively thought... as long as I have power... as long as I have great power... I can change everything, I can save everything...so, I have no hesitation Pulling out Frostmourne, I have returned with death...I swear, I will bring everyone into the eternal kingdom of death...Because I firmly believe that I can rule the whole world... "

"And yet...my sister, you know, I failed again then..."

After a pause, Arthas remembered his fiasco in Silvermoon City, Mount Hyjal, and Lordaeron... It seems that he has been failing from the beginning to the end?

"Then……"

"When I put on the Helm of Dominion... when I won the battle against the remnant of Ner'zhul the Lich King, the boundless power made me think... that I might still have a chance. …”

"So, I once again want to destroy all the enemies standing in front of me...including you, including the Burning Legion..."

"However... Fate still played a huge joke on me... I finally... still failed..."

"Ahem..."

Just shrugging his shoulders so sadly, Alsace began to laugh a little out of his wits.

"Alsace..."

"Actually, you don't need to do so much...you are too demanding on yourself..."

At this time, when Kalia still wanted to lean forward and reach out to touch the other's thin face, Old Faudine came over in time and grabbed her trembling hand:

"Your Majesty, don't touch him, he is... very dangerous..."

Shaking his head firmly, Old Fodin rejected the other party's balloon-like eyes. The other party will be on fire at any time, their queen's ability to protect herself is not strong, she can't touch it casually!

"Alsace..."

"Fate makes people...I didn't expect that when we met again, it would be like this... At the beginning...you should have listened to our advice... "

At this time, the frost mage Jaina Proudmoore also walked out gently, and came to Alsace, looking at the other party's fate with some resentment.

Once... the other party was a handsome blond prince, and once... she also expected the other party to make herself his queen... However, now, everything in the past has disappeared...

"Gianna...hehe...maybe, you're right..."

"I...maybe really shouldn't have done anything to Stratholme...but...that was my fate...even if I retreated... I can't escape in the end...they...will still use various methods to force me to submit..."

"Without power...after all, I'm just an ant...and finally I can't control my own destiny..."

After staring blankly at the still beautiful figure for a while, Alsace was stunned for a while like nostalgia, then shook his head firmly.

After finishing speaking, he turned his head and looked at a certain little girl. The other girl... seemed to be stronger than before... If he, Alsace, can also have that kind of talent, maybe If that kind of power can rival Kil'jaeden and Akmon's land... how could he get to where he is today?

In the final analysis, it was the fault of the weak... So, what he did was not wrong...

"Alsace...you are still stubborn after all..."

Frowning, Jaina was a little confused, why is he still like this now?

"No! Jaina..."

"I'm not obsessed with obsession... cough cough... I think, maybe you are the one who is obsessed with obsession... and I am just a poor wretch who has failed..."

Covering his chest, he coughed heavily twice, and after coughing up some fel energy powder from his mouth, he seemed to feel better. It's strange to say that he, Alsace, has been dead for a long time, yet he still coughs?

"Ahem..."

"Jianna...if I could do it all over again...I might still pull out this Frostmourne without hesitation..."

That's right, if everything could be done all over again, he, Arthas, would still pull out this magic sword...

"!?"

"Her Majesty beware!"

Seeing that there seemed to be some bad changes in the situation, old Fording had quick eyes and quick hands, and directly pulled their queen behind him, and began to protect her closely.

Because they saw that the broken handle of Frostmourne actually began to release white souls one by one? They began to fly towards the sky one by one, and then gradually disappeared into nothing...

However, one of them didn't seem to be in a hurry, but condensed into a complete human form beside Arthas, which made almost all the generals of Lordaeron and many people in the Kingdom of Stormwind including King Varian They all froze in horror!

Because, that is - Terenas? Menethil, the former king of the Kingdom of Lordaeron!

"My lord father, it's all...over...I screwed up everything..."

After seeing his father finally appeared, Alsace lowered his Jiao Tao's head in shame for the first time. Now, the only person he is ashamed of is probably the father in front of him who had placed high hopes on him, right? However... he himself, failed shamefully...

"Yes, it is over...Arthas, my son...our time is over..."

"Don't be sad, kingship has no eternity..."

Terenas Menethil leaned down and gently stroked the other's face. The other party is his son Terenas, and he knows everything the other party has done, but... everything is not important now. In fact, Terenas Menethil felt that both he and his son were losers...

"Father... I have tried my best to fight against fate... I have never compromised..."

"But now... in front of me... there is only... darkness..."

Finally, having fulfilled his last wish, Arthas let go of the handle of Frostmourne, and fell directly to the ground, letting those fel flames corrode and burn his body into green ashes... .

"Alsace..."

Terenas Menethil stared blankly at his son who had completely disappeared, even his son who no longer had a soul, and lowered his head a little lonely.

He felt that Alsace's fate, as his own father, seemed to be unshirkable responsibility... because he didn't teach him well... In fact, he might not be able to educate and train his children at all?

"..."

"Arthas...farewell...my love..."

A drop of teardrops slipped quietly down the delicate cheeks. After Jaina sighed faintly, she slowly raised her hand and hid her face in the mage's hood.

"Father......"

Letting the tears on her face begin to fall, Kalia trembled a little, and walked in front of the other party with misty eyes, looking at her father, Terenas Menethil, who only had his soul left.

"Callia..."

"My daughter...you are doing well...very well...I am proud of you..."

Sighing, Terenas Menethil looked at his grown-up daughter with relief, she was still as beautiful as before... However, she no longer had the childishness of that time.

It is unimaginable that what he and his son failed to do well, his stupid daughter who he thought was worthless, did the best... Now, what else can he say, Terenas Menethil? Woolen cloth? Sure enough, he is actually a father who has no eyes and no pearls, and he can't teach his children...

"Father...can you come back?"

"I think, I can implore the Holy Light Goddess of our Flame Alliance, that powerful Holy Light Titan, to save you... New Lordaeron needs you... I still have nothing Won't……"

Looking at the pale state of the other party's soul, Kalia's tears couldn't help but began to fall again.

She has an intuition that soon, she will really not even have a single relative left in the world...

"No... Frostmourne hurt me too much... I have to go..."

"Callia...don't cry...don't hesitate...take up the burden on your shoulders bravely...with your kind heart, be kind to your son civil......"

"I will bless you in heaven..."

After taking two steps forward, gently stroking the other person's face and wiping away the tears that seemed to never stop, Terenas Menethil sighed softly for the last time, just like the previous Like those souls, slowly rising and dissipating between heaven and earth...

"No......"

Kalia collapsed, slumped to the ground, and began to cry loudly regardless of etiquette.

"Let's go, Her Majesty..."

"More undead will rush here soon. They are crazy now... Besides, Kil'jaeden got the Helm of Dominion. No one knows what he is going to do. Now this place is very dangerous!"

After exchanging glances with Mograine, Old Fording and the other party stepped forward to set up the other party forcibly, ready to evacuate at any time.

"..."

Blinking, looking at the sad look of the other party, although Annie seemed to rescue the old man, but, the boundary between life and death, this is a very profound knowledge, her instinct told her, it is best not to easily intervene in this kind of The eternal laws of nature.

Of course, the boundary between life and death in her body must not be dominated by any outsider, not even the real god of death!

"Okay! Are you done talking about the old days? Then hurry up, I will open the portal to let you leave!"

Little Annie looked at the many people in front of her, and the space here had become very chaotic. She was messed up by the dragon, Kil'jaeden, and herself many times. After a short period of time, she couldn't recover. After thinking about it, he reluctantly took out a counterfeit space gem from his pocket.

Since it is to open a space door, there must be nothing better than this kind of thing!

Soon, on the top platform of the Frozen Throne of Icecrown Fortress, a huge portal appeared, and then the heroes of the Azeroth Alliance saw the iconic Wyrmrest Temple at the first time. tower! Afterwards, a group of giant dragons or dragon people gathered around to guard against the sudden appearance of the portal. It wasn't until they saw clearly that this was the people who raided Icecrown Citadel that they lowered their vigilance and moved away from the exit of the portal.

"Okay, hurry up, the energy of this door is limited, it can only be opened for one minute! If anyone is late, just wait here and be eaten by the undead for lunch!"

"Anyway, I will never come back to save you!"

Hearing the angry roars of countless undead faintly coming from a distance and the approaching sound of countless footsteps, Annie, who couldn't stand the stench of carrion for a long time, was the first to rush into the portal.

"The undead have come! Everyone retreat quickly!"

Hearing Little Annie said that there was only one minute, Cirvanas rushed in with his own people...

Soon, in front of the main gate of Wyrmrest Tower, countless warriors of Azeroth passed through the portal and returned here. There were 501 of them when they set off, but now, there are less than 400 of them. Already... Nearly one fifth of the warriors slept forever in the Icecrown Citadel... Maybe, one day, they will appear in front of everyone in another form?

By then, it is estimated that there will be more than a hundred powerful death knights or liches, right?

"Annie? Great, you're finally back...Wait, where's Malygos?"

Until the portal was closed, Alexstrasza, the red dragon queen who greeted everyone triumphantly, didn't see the blue dragon or the brother of the elf that the blue dragon turned into, so she couldn't help but asked in a hurry.

"Blue dragon? Oh...he caught a beautiful female dragon and ran away early! Don't worry, he's not dead anyway!"

"..."

"What about Arthas and the Helm of Dominion?"

Now that the Blue Dragon King is fine, the relieved Alexstrasza didn't want to ask too many questions, so he quickly asked about another very important matter.

"You said that dirty demon king... he is dead!"

Glancing at the big sister Kalia whose eyes were still red and swollen, Annie explained honestly.

"Great! What about the Helm of Domination?"

"I don't know! Anyway, we didn't see anything like a helmet. When we got there, the demon king was almost dead. Maybe... he was snatched by that Kil'jaeden?"

Annie curled her lips indifferently, and went all the way, but she didn't even see the helmet.

"This is bad..."

The Red Dragon Queen, Alexstrasza, sighed inwardly. She never imagined that after all their hard work, Kil'jaeden of the Burning Legion finally snatched the Helm of Domination... Presumably both the demons and the undead... The day of confluence will not be too long, right?

And once they unite and go south, that kind of scene...

"You guys go ahead! I'm still going to Ulduar to fight bad guys, little Chromie and the bearded kid must be waiting impatiently!"

"Then, see you tomorrow!"

Seeing that everyone rushed back and stayed in the big castle of the undead without foolishness, little Annie hurriedly greeted Cirvanas and the others whom she knew well, and then teleported and disappeared in the In situ.

"etc......"

Cirvanas was just about to call out to the other party, thinking that the little guy would bring some people from here to help, but the other party just greeted casually and then disappeared.. .... Can this careless look really prevent that Algalon from resetting and destroying the world of Azeroth?

I hope... the other party can really do it, right?

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