Azeroth Trail of Light

When Arthas muttered to himself like sleepwalking, and walked towards the evil sword, Muradin tried to hold him, but Arthas just looked back at him and let the dwarf let go Prince's arm.

It's not because Alsace is strong enough to fight against the dwarf king of the hill who has lived for 500 years, but because of his eyes, Alsace's eyes at this time, that kind of coldness, that kind of ruthlessness, that kind of indifference, which is absolutely It's not the eyes that a person with a heart of people should have.

Muradin felt the fear from his heart. He took off his battle ax and hammer. Now, only weapons can give him a sense of security. The dwarf can feel that under this body, there is no longer the soul of Arthas. Yes, that's another person! No, that's a monster!

A monster has awakened!

Don't go!

Just when Alsace's hand was about to touch the hilt of the demonic sword, Muradin finally overcame the fear in his heart, the dwarf stretched out his thick left hand, and swung it forward fiercely, the war hammer in his hand melted Because of a thunderbolt with lightning, it hit the magic sword.

King of the Hill, this is the dwarf's respectful name for the most powerful person. Muradin is an old-fashioned King of the Hill. His strength, even in Azeroth 7 years later, is at a super-class level. At least not much weaker than the current Uther, the veritable No. 1 dwarf powerhouse.

If this hammer hits, the magic sword without the will of the user will definitely be blown away from a distance, but unfortunately, just when the hammer was about to hit the sword of Frostmourne, a dark wave The magic force suddenly tore open the space and appeared beside Alsace. While blocking the hammer, it gently pushed Alsace's body forward, who was about to wake up from the nightmare.

Palm, Alsace could feel it, the warm palm touched a piece of icy ice. A trace of hesitation flashed across his face, but it was immediately replaced by firmness and perseverance. He no longer resisted, but clenched the hilt of his sword tightly.

ah!!

Alsace wants to tame this unruly magic sword and use it to command the undead to save his country, but when his spiritual power touches the sword, he knows that he has been cheated!

This is not a sword with a soul at all, so it is not tame. In fact, this sword is like a cage specially designed for Alsace. When he touches this sword, his soul , in the cunning and mysterious magic of the demons, it was torn in half abruptly.

Justice, light, persistence, firmness, kindness, honesty, glory, protection, kindness, these beautiful characters were extracted from Alsace's soul, forming a faint figure.

Anger, evil, haze, viciousness, ferocity, darkness, tyranny, massacre, destruction, these negative personalities were rapidly strengthened, and the dark soul composed of these dark sides took over Alsace's body at this moment.

His blond hair turned pale like bones in an instant, and his blue eyes also turned into an indifferent gray. The golden knight armor on his body was enveloped by the black smoke surging from Frostmourne. , was changed into the unique skeleton armor of the death knights, the reborn Alsace tilted his head, and looked at the golden figure that kept shaking his head beside him.

He took a step forward, and the magic sword in his hand pierced his other self mercilessly.

When the magic sword was raised, Arthas became the first victim of the sword.

You!...You brought Alsace back!

Muradin witnessed this desperate and chilling scene the whole time. Holding his battle ax in both hands, he jumped high, and with all his strength, he slashed at the head of the newly born King of Death Knights. This blow was so fierce that behind Muradin, even the hard, frozen ground was torn apart under the wrath of the dwarf hill king.

clang!

The magic sword and the battle ax clashed together, Arthas blocked Muradin's slash with one hand, the dwarf's face showed unbelievable horror, but since he had already thrown the battle hammer used for defense, So when the magic sword suddenly changed its move, Muradin could only stretch out his left arm, trying to block the blow.

boom!

The King of the Hill has a high magic resistance that makes all legal professions desperate, but all this is meaningless in the face of Frostmourne, which exudes endless cold air.

Muradin's body was cut into a terrible wound, and even the internal organs leaked out, but when the first drop of blood flowed out, it was frozen by the cold air that followed. The power of this sword is very strong. Big, directly flew Muradin's body, smashed the entrance of the Forgotten Ice Cave far away, and fell into the howling snowstorm outside.

King of the hill, life and death are unknown.

Shua!

The moment Arthas chopped Muradin into the air, a large group of purple bats appeared behind Arthas. They screamed and gathered together, and finally formed a guy that Arthas was very familiar with.

Mal'Ganis, the culprit of that plague source!

But at this moment, the Dreadlord didn't have the slightest desire to fight. It stretched out its sharp claws, scratched its ugly chin, and looked at Alsace as if it was looking at a commodity.

Tsk tsk tsk, look at this sword, this is one of the most perfect weapons that my brothers and I forged on the home planet back then, and Ner'zhul's useless soul absorption can only barely match this beautiful sword. The ability of the weapon, but you... tsk tsk, look at you, so weak, so stupid, how do you deserve this artifact?

Malganis complained, but then it snapped its fingers, and a purple door appeared in the forgotten ice cave that was about to collapse. The Dreadlord didn't even look at Arthas,

Hey, come with me, to meet that prisoner of Ner'zhul, it's time to carry out the master's great plan... Ah, I've had enough of the coldness of this damned planet, I want to pump out the magma from the ground, like that Is it warm enough, hahahaha... ah!!

Malganis, who was laughing wildly, suddenly let out a wail. A black-blue blade that seemed to be permanently frozen pierced its chest from behind. As the most mysterious Nathrezim vampire demon , weapons in this world cannot harm its demon body, but Frostmourne is not a weapon in this world. It is one of the evil artifacts carefully crafted by Nathrezim of the previous generation, plus the Lich King Ner'zhul bestowed upon it Ability.

This sword, in fact, had the power to kill Malganis when it was buried here.

You...how dare you...ah!!

Malganis was hit hard suddenly, and was about to turn into a bat to escape, but the expressionless Alsace opened his other hand, and a crazily spinning ice storm appeared beside Malganis, interrupting the attack. It turned into a bat, and then it heard Alsace's icy voice.

No one... can control me, you... you can't, Lich King, neither! And, do you really think... I've forgotten your fooling me?

Corrosive black energy emanated from the blade that penetrated Malganis' body, and soon, the howling Dreadlord turned into a black skeleton, and a body that fell to the ground, Gorgeous and hideous purple armor.

You are too reckless to do this!

An old voice appeared in Alsace's heart, but he didn't respond, he knew who it was.

The great orc shaman who was imprisoned in the Icecrown Glacier for betraying the demon led the culprit of the destruction of a planet, the Lich King, Ner'zhul.

It is impossible for Nathrezim demons to be completely killed, but it will take some time for them to resurrect in the void, so I can barely hide it from Archimonde. Although you have caused me a lot of trouble, I Still, well done! I've had enough of this bloody idiot!

Ner'zhul's old voice was full of joy. He was talking with Arthas. Although Arthas didn't say a word, it didn't prevent the old orc from talking very much.

The demons thought their crude plan was flawless, but I modified it a little bit. I worked for them for decades, but I ended up like this, so I have already seen it. The demons are definitely not good collaborators. Instead of groveling and serving them, why don't we have this world to ourselves? See, you also have the power to control the undead, and the best part is, from the time you hold this sword, we have been connected.

So, I've said so much, dear king of death knights, can you tell me, what are you going to do next?

Facing this question, Arthas answered for the first time.

Go back! The other half of my soul always wants to save Lordaeron, because that's the country he will inherit. I think, I probably have the qualifications to inherit that country.

Faced with this answer, Ner'zhul was not surprised,

Well, it's a good idea, a kingdom of the undead that disturbs the world, oh, by the way, don't you mind helping me with something?

explain!

Kel'Thuzad is a very good subordinate. I promised to sublimate him, and I will leave this matter to you! In exchange, I will give you the control of the crypt nerubian that I just subdued. Go to Come on, subvert this stupid world!

Alsace didn't seem to hear Ner'zhul's words, he walked into the snowstorm step by step silently, those drifting snowflakes seemed to be afraid of this person, they fluttered in fours and threes, wanting to leave Alsace's side , but the white-haired prince doesn't care about these.

He stretched out his hand, pulled the hood behind him forward, put Frostmourne on his back, and disappeared step by step into a vast expanse of white ice and snow.

Thirteen days later, a special fleet docked in Nanhai Town. It was dark night. Looking at the quiet and peaceful scenery in front of him, Alsace hid his eyes under the hood, but he no longer had the firmness and persistence he had when he left , he was as indifferent as a dead man.

Falrick and Marwyn, who were also wearing hoods, guarded Alsace from left to right. They were also silent. Behind them, pale-faced soldiers walked out of the cabin one by one. , the quiet pier has become even colder.

Ding!

A swirling gold coin landed in front of the frightened dock manager,

Go to Lordaeron and tell the citizens that their prince is back! He will save the country!