Stratholme God

Chapter 349
"Oooo--"

The first to react was not the Lich King, nor Lao Taizi, but the sand sculptures who were supposed to fight bloody battles around, oh, Trident Warriors.

People are born to gossip.

Bah, these teasers are idle assholes.

After finally catching an Arthas who was very likely to get rid of the fate of the Lich King, all of them were absent-minded when cutting people, and listened to the movement here.

Guys who can't come are all watching the live broadcast through the system.

It is completely echoing the domineering two idiots. These teasers are no longer pretending to be funny. They all cut the enemy in front of them into scum, and cluster around the two idiots, in order to experience the birth of new history with the first sight.

Facing the death knight troops in the distance, Alsace's great sword raised fire to the sky, as if one person and one sword could prop up the suppressed death cloud.

[Fire is very happy] humming non-stop, overflowing with undulating fire elements, proudly emitting staggered rays of light, deterring the undead who tried to approach.

There was silence on the battlefield.

It seemed that after the sounds of fighting subsided, only the whirring of the wind blowing through the broken chests of the undead remained.

Tens of kilometers away, McDonald and others watched this scene through the magic mirror.

Liadrin couldn't help asking: "Will King Terenas...will appear?"

McDonald said firmly: "He dare not."

"why?"

"He's old. A guy who threw himself into the arms of the Lich King out of fear of death is doomed to never be the strongest."

Liadrin thought about it: "That's right, if you are a guy who can only hide behind the army and play tricks, I will never obey you in my life. But since I saw you fighting Goron, I have never believed in you." ..."

A charming red cloud appeared on the face of the female pastor, making McDonald dare not take up the topic at all.

……

Here, Alsace's call was finally answered.

That was the voice of a lich!

Arrogant and contemptuous.

"Death is the only destination for all the living! Under the siege of hundreds of millions of undead, your resistance is meaningless! Your Highness Alsace! If you surrender now and join the Scourge, His Majesty the Lich King can give you and your A painless death for your companions, otherwise all of you will endure ten thousand years of torment in the purgatory of souls!"

"You only have 1 minutes to think about it."

In the sky, gargoyles swooped back and forth, wantonly besieging and killing the few griffins.

At the end of the land, the terrifying army line composed of undead stretches from the Alterac Mountains in the south to the Tirisfal Forest in the north.

They are stacked on top of each other, crowding the entire horizon.

There are so many of them that, visually, counting them has lost its meaning.

This is the confidence of the Scourge.

Under the overwhelming numbers, the resistance of Uther, Rivendell and others on the two wings seemed to be doing nothing.

If it was the former Alsace, there were probably two reactions.

Either frightened to the extreme and then impotently furious, or furious to the extreme and then lost reason.

Unexpected.

Alsace didn't show any anger, instead he shouted loudly: "My lord, send this third-rate bastard out to consume my physical strength, then weaken me, and try to make me submit. Is this your answer? Is this still the answer?" The sword god of Lordaeron who taught me what a strong man is with a cross sword back then? I am so disappointed!"

"Shut up! Arthas! You don't understand the greatness of His Majesty the Lich King! Life is meaningless, only death is eternal!" the Lich shouted.

Alsace was not moved by such fanatical arguments, but felt a burst of sadness.

The father he knew was not like this: Although he was strict, he occasionally gave him the feeling of family members, more of a wise and courageous grandeur, definitely not what he is now.

fear death!timid!Only dare to win by quantity.

...this is not the father I know.

There was a trace of sadness in the eyes of the former prince.

"Father, is this the world you expect under the rule of Lordaeron? The ruled have no will of their own, and keep shouting slogans that even they don't understand. What an empty guy. It looks like, Even you should be used. It seems to be beyond life and death, high above—but the real sad thing is that you don't even know that you are being used. "

"Shut up!" Terenas' voice suddenly came from the sky filled with dark power.

He said quietly: "Father! The times are different! No, it should be said that nothing in this world is born noble, and blood is not the reason for an existence to dominate other existences. We can become the royal family, but It is because our ancestors have led the progress of mankind, and they are revered as sacred. When you become an obstacle to the progress of mankind, the sacred aura will naturally disappear without a trace. Therefore, I will make up for the mistakes you made!"

Alsace suddenly became imposing: "Terenas Menethil! I will defeat you!"

Azeroth is a world where psychic powers can be transformed into miraculous powers.

As if in line with the prince's domineering announcement, a dazzling fire radiated from his whole body.The crimson fire suddenly rose, and instantly formed an area that even the darkness could not escape—it was crimson, without any impurities, as if it wanted to attract all the souls of the undead into it.

It's not a flame, it's better than a flame.

Together with [Fire Is Very Happy] in his hand, the crimson mental power turned into a soul version of the flame storm, spreading outward, within a radius of 300 meters, every person touched by this illusory flame All the dead let out screams.

In just a few seconds, their souls were completely annihilated and disappeared into this world.

From the most vulnerable skeleton soldiers to powerful gargoyles, to death knights and liches, these terrifying bodies that lost their soul support fell silently to the ground and became real corpses.

This flame of the soul soared into the sky.

It is an unyielding soul's declaration of war against death and evil!
It is a filial son's rebellion against his demonic old father!

This blow even wiped out almost all the enemies in front of Uther, only a few such as the Dread Demon King carried it over.

Tirion was stunned: "This is... [Dedication]?"

Uther shook his head: "No! It's not holy light, but it's better than holy light. I'm starting to understand Duke Stratholme's intentions. Sure enough, His Royal Highness Alsace has an amazing talent beyond the ordinary. If he is used well, he will become a powerful force against natural disasters." The sharpest sword in the Legion."

At this moment, I don't know how many sand sculpture players screamed with excitement.

【08a】: "Isn't this more passionate than "Bo Ren Biography"!?"

[Father gyf]: "The new version of the father is loving and the son is filial!"

In the void, Terenas, who was monitoring this scene, was about to go crazy.

However, would he dare to play in person?

Thousands of words, finally gathered into one sentence——

"Rebel!"

　This is an update on the 13th. In fact, I finished writing it, but I felt that the taste was wrong for the first time, so I spent a long time repairing it.It's only released now.

　　
　
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