Anomaly Of Warcraft

Chapter 735: The Most Painful Comprehension

The divided soul is not qualified to grieve, and Arthas stands tall on the ground.

In front of me is the welcome of Xianyi Raging Maga Road, and behind me is the immortal death of moving natural disasters

The heavy armor covered the pale skin of His Royal Highness, and the people whispered in the crowd were the long hair of the future new king Ruxue.

Ner’zhul’s words seemed like a gift and a mockery. It wanted Prince Arthas to enjoy the glory and splendor that Lordaeron bestowed on him.

Passing through the welcoming folk sect and crossing the magnificent walls of Lordaeron, Arthas stepped onto the Kingdom Avenue. At the end of his eyes stood an obsidian statue about five people tall.

Looking over the memory, there is no gain, it is probably a new creation.

Turning over and dismounting, the war horse that was eroded by the death knight’s aura knelt on its forefoot, and there was a commotion among the onlookers, and Arthas turned a deaf ear to this.

Tokachi Stele…

It is actually a Tokachi stone statue praising Alsace.

After a glance, it recorded ten battles that Arthas participated in after joining the Knights of the Silver Hand.

Arthas reached out and touched the dark body of the stele, leaving silently.

Step into the palace, cross the suspension bridge, enter the inner court, and meet the king.

Even though his soul was imprisoned by Frostmourne and his consciousness was dominated by the Lich King, Arthas’s anger still gushed out uncontrollably.

“My son, you are back.”

Terenas said withered.

According to the plan of the Lich King, at this time and place, Arthas should first follow the process and succeed to the throne, use the kingdom rights he has obtained to wipe out the losses caused by Carlos and the Argent Dawn’s sweeping suppression, and then launch the undead natural disaster to sweep the earth.

However, Alsace couldn’t stand it.

Can’t bear that ghost on the throne tortured his father so much.

In the eyes of the death knight Arthas, Terenas above the throne was nothing but a deformed cage, a cage made of shadow and flesh and blood, and his father’s soul was imprisoned in which it uttered a painful cry.

So Arthas pulled out Frostmourne, stepped forward, and stabbed in.

“Father, I’m back.”

Arthas said softly.

In the Wangzheng Hall, the exclamation turned into a terrible neigh.

Although the curse of the gods will not control Terenas’s body for too long, half of the royal guards have been corrupted in front of the demon spells originating from the Burning Legion.

For Ner’zhul, the dignitaries of Lordaeron were just small combustible trash that could be thrown away after using it, although Arthas’s own initiative undermined the original plan.

But it does not interfere with the overall situation.

Even the Lich King thought it was a good show.

Arthas seemed unaware of the slaughter happening around him. He turned around and swept Terenas’ empty body aside, sat on the throne, ignoring all of this happening.

It’s just that in the azure blue eyes, the surging magic power vaguely showed that Arthas’s heart was not calm.

Frostmourne became the new cage of Terenas’ soul.

In the endless darkness, Terenas’s soul no longer suffers a short respite.

Before he could sort out his thoughts, Terenas was suddenly hugged from behind.

“Father, I’m sorry.”

When Terenas turned around, you wanted to find the figure whispering in your ear, but you were already in the endless ice field.

Seeing his father, Arthas was already able to conceal the limit of the Lich King.

The prince can’t do more.

Is this the price of a hero?

Elune, is this the suffering the hero must endure?

When the king’s hall went out to submit to the puppet of the Lich King, Arthas stood up.

The Lich King issued a new order-destroy the city, and then rule its ashes.

“Are you still not acting?”

Meili Dongfeng asked curiously.

Even a few miles away, the old skeleton mage could smell something wrong with Prince Arthas and his party.

That is the smell left by the undead spell.

Arthas has entered the kingdom, and the onlookers outside the palace have begun to go out and have fun, but Carlos is still motionless.

This made Meri Dongfeng curious.

“I can’t save everyone.”

When Meri Dongfeng thought Carlos didn’t want to talk to himself, Carlos answered.

“I noticed it too late. The Royal Guard, which was supposed to be a booster, has become an enemy. The balance of power between the enemy and ourselves has changed dramatically. I have to wait.”

“wait for what?”

Meili Dongfeng guessed in his heart, but he still asked.

“Waiting for the people to stand on my side, waiting for a suitable time to appear.”

“You are really hypocritical in playing politics.”

The ridicule of Meri Dongfeng comes from the sincerity.

The old mage who has almost witnessed the rise of the entire human empire to the collapse, does not understand Carlos’s subtext.

Although Meri Dongfeng understands that Carlos’s choice is irrefutablely correct in terms of affairs, but perhaps thinking of the difficult decisions he had to make before, he still made a linguistic irony of Carlos.

“Do you know how many people will die with your decision?”

Meili Dongfeng asked rhetorically.

“I can’t save everyone.”

Carlos repeated this sentence.

“Then use your invincible light to find a way!”

Carlos turned his head and looked at Meri Dongfeng.

“I know what happened.”

“I also know what will happen.”

Carlos said nothing, just looking at Meri Dongfeng.

After playing like this for a while and staring, Meili Dongfeng seemed to have tasted it.

“what happened?”

The old mage asked again.

At this time, a bunch of weird fireworks lifted into the sky, and the crimson smoke remained in the sky over Lordaeron for a long time.

Carlos bowed solemnly to Meri Dongfeng.

“Thank you for your help, now you can unblock it.”

“It seems you are ready.”

“Say hello to Ms. Aegwynn and Medan for me.”

“Have a chance…Who is Medean?”

A trace of surprise flashed in Carlos’s eyes, but the situation did not allow him to ask more.

Moving against the crowds, Carlos bid farewell to Meri Winter Wind, and stood on the Plaza Royale, where he had established his footing countless times.

Like Alsace before, Carlos glanced at the Tokachi Stone Statue, uttered a soft utter in his mouth, and then ignored it.

Untie the windbreaker, Carlos took off the Arcanite axe behind his back and embarked on a journey of war.

The romance of the warrior…

The weapon that started the youth dream…

It is also the best choice.

From Farina’s memory, Carlos knew what he was going to face.

“It’s been a long time, Carlos.”

“Yeah, long time no see, Uncle Biglas.”

Thirty-seven figures walked out of the palace wall.

“Long time no see, Carlos Rear Admiral.”

“Long time no see, Lieutenant Junior Grade.”

“It’s been a long time, General.”

“I am the marshal now.”

“Salute you.”

“Really happy to see you again.”

Looking at the familiar faces, Carlos smiled at the corners of his mouth, tears soaring.

Gou said Ner’zhul received Gul’dan’s war legacy, those captured or stolen corpses, those old men of the Alliance who were transformed into death knights, and those friends who had experienced the entire war with Carlos. , Appeared in Carlos’s vision again as a dead spirit.

“I’m sorry Carlos, I caused you trouble.”

Biglars Trollbane said with regret.

“The one I can’t see clearly?”

Carlos interjected suddenly.

“In Lower Lilas Windrunner, the marshal of mankind, if you can, please kill me here, thank you very much.”

“Your sister found you two planets.”

Biglas Trollbane smashed the ground with the scabbard, and said helplessly: “The chat is over, Carlos, the master is upset.”

After pulling out the rune sword, Biglas added another sentence.

“If you can, please let me die completely.”