Severed souls are not entitled to grieve, and Arthas stands above the earth.

In front of him is the welcome of the freshly clothed angry horse, and behind him is the death of the mobile natural disaster

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

Neozu's words were both a gift and a mockery, and they wanted the Prince of Arthas to enjoy the glory and splendor bestowed upon him by Lordaeron.

Passing through the welcoming Minzong and past the majestic walls of Lordaeron, Arthas stepped onto the Kingdom Road, at the end of which stood an obsidian statue about five people high.

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

Turning over and dismounting, the war horse, which had been eroded by the aura of the Death Knight, staggered to its knees with its front hooves, and there was a commotion in the crowd of onlookers, which Arthas ignored.

Tokachi Stone Monument......

It is actually a stone statue that celebrates the virtues of Arthas.

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

Arthas reached out and touched the pitch-black monument and left without a word.

Step into the royal palace, cross the drawbridge, and enter the inner court to meet the king.

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

"Wu'er, you're back. ”

Terenus said witheredly.

According to the Lich King's plan, Arthas should first follow the process of succeeding to the throne in the here and now, use the kingdom rights in his hands to erase the losses caused by Carlos and the Silver Dawn's wanton purge, and then unleash the Undead Scourge to sweep the land.

However, Alsace could not bear it.

I can't stand that ghost thing on the throne tormenting my father like this.

In the eyes of Arthas, the death knight, the throne of Terenus was nothing more than a misshapen cage, a cage forged of shadow and flesh, in which his father's soul was imprisoned and let out a cry of pain.

So, Arthas pulled out the Frost Sorrow, stepped forward, and stabbed it in.

"Father, I'm back. ”

Arthas whispered.

In the royal hall, the exclamation turned into a terrible hiss.

While the Cult of the Damned may not have been in possession of Terenus's body for long, half of the royal guards have been corrupted by demonic spells originating from the Burning Legion.

For Naozu, Lordaeron's dignitaries were small combustible garbage that could be discarded after a single use, although Arthas had ruined the original plan on his own initiative.

But it doesn't interfere with the overall situation.

It even made the Lich King think it was a good show.

Arthas, seemingly unaware of the carnage that was taking place around him, turned and swept aside the empty shell of Terenus, and sat on his throne, oblivious to all of this.

It's just that in the blue eyes, the surging magic vaguely shows that Arthas's heart is not at peace.

Frost Sorrow became the new cage for the soul of Terenus.

In the midst of the endless darkness, Terenus's untormented soul was given a brief respite.

Before he could gather his thoughts, Terenus was suddenly hugged from behind.

"Father, I'm sorry. ”

When Terenus turns around and tries to find the figure whispering in your ear, you're already in the endless ice field.

Seeing his father was already the limit of Arthas's ability to hide the Lich King.

The prince couldn't have done more.

Is this the price of heroes?

Elune, is this what heroes have to endure?

When the royal chamber went out to submit to the Lich King's puppet and there were no more people left, Arthas stood up.

The Lich King has issued a new directive ———— destroy the city and then rule over its ashes.

"Aren't you still moving?"

Merry Winterwind asked curiously.

Even from miles away, the old skeleton mage could smell that something was wrong with the Prince of Arthas and his party.

That's the smell of necromancy.

Arthas had entered the kingdom, and the onlookers outside the palace had begun to have fun, but Carlos remained unmoved.

This made Merry Winterwind curious.

"I can't save everybody. ”

When Merry Winterwind thought Carlos didn't want to talk to him, Carlos answered.

"I realized too late, the royal guard that I had assumed to help has become an enemy, and the balance of power between us and foe has changed dramatically, and I must wait. ”

"Waiting for what?"

Merry Winterwind had a guess in her mind, but she asked anyway.

"Waiting for the people to be on my side, waiting for a suitable moment to play. ”

"What a hypocrisy you guys are playing politics. ”

Merry Winterwind's taunt is heartfelt.

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

Although Merry Winterwind understood that Carlos's choice was irrefutable in terms of transactional correctness, he was still verbally sarcastic about Carlos, perhaps remembering the difficult decisions he had to make in the past.

"Do you know how many people will die with this decision of yours?"

Merry Winterwind asked rhetorically.

"I can't save everybody. ”

Carlos repeats the phrase.

"Then use your invincible light to think of a way!"

Carlos turned his head to look at Merry Winterwind.

"I know what's going on. ”

"I also know what to expect. ”

Carlos didn't say a word, just looked at Merry Winterwind.

After playing like this for a while, she stared dryly, and Merry Winter Wind seemed to have tasted it.

"What happened?"

The old mage asked again.

At this moment, a strange beam of fireworks rose into the sky, and the crimson smoke lingered over the city of Lordaeron for a long time.

Carlos bowed solemnly to Merry Winterwind.

"Thanks for your help, it's now possible to unblock it. ”

"Looks like you're ready. ”

"Say hello to Lady Egwene and Madean on my behalf. ”

"There's a chance...... Who is Madan?"

A hint of surprise flashed in Carlos' eyes, but the situation didn't allow him to ask any more.

Moving against the crowd, Carlos said goodbye to Merry Winterwind and stood at the Plaza Royale, where he had stood countless times.

Like Alsace before him, Carlos glanced at the Tokachi Stone Statue, let out a soft snort, and then ignored it.

Unbuttoning his trench coat, Carlos took off the Aujin Axe he was carrying behind him and set out on a journey to battle.

Warrior Romance......

The weapon with which the dream of a teenager begins......

It is also the best choice.

From Farina's memories, Carlos knew what he was up against.

"Long time no see, Carlos. ”

"yes, long time no see, Uncle Biglas. ”

Thirty-seven figures walked out from within the palace walls.

"Long time no see, Major General Carlos. ”

"Long time no see, Lieutenant. ”

"Long time no see, General. ”

"I'm already a marshal now. ”

"Hats off to you. ”

"Nice to see you again. ”

Looking at the familiar faces, the corners of Carlos's mouth were smiling and tears were soaring.

Gou said that Naozu received Guldan's war legacy, those captured soldiers or stolen corpses, those old men of the alliance who were transformed into death knights, and those friends who had gone through the entire war years with Carlos, reappeared in Carlos's vision as undead.

"I'm sorry, Carlos, for causing you trouble. ”

Biglas Tolbain said with regret.

"The one I can't see clearly?"

Carlos interjected suddenly.

"In Lower Liras, Windranger, Your Excellency Marshal of Humanity, if you can, please slay me here and berate. ”

"Your sister has found you two planets. ”

Biglas Thorbain smacked the ground with his scabbard and said helplessly, "The chatter is over, Carlos, the master is not happy." ”

When the runic sword was drawn, Biglas added.

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