Mishirsa Anaire, the ghost child that Dick found beneath the abyss of Icecrown. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Arthas Minehir's childhood reflection represents the only light and hope left in his heart, where the Lich King threw away the heart that would make him weak and tore a part of his soul apart, leaving Anel in the eternal dark ice prison.

But more obviously, the Lich King may not know that Anel is not dead, but tenaciously exists, like hope, once born, it is difficult to be completely destroyed.

And after the darkness belonging to the Lich King was finally defeated, Arthas who remained in his body also woke up when he died.

Although Dick had promised to come to Arthas' rescue long before this tragic incident, when he saw his current situation, Dick also knew... I can't get it back.

The bond between him and this body is too deep, and the bond between him and the sorrow of the magic sword frost is too deep, after the magic sword is broken and the body is destroyed, this trace of soul can no longer be saved.

Dick ultimately failed to do what he had promised, to save Arthas, the bitter prince, the lonely wanderer who had taken him as a friend at the end, the poor man who was willing to fall into darkness for the sake of what he had protected.

"No need to apologize... Dick, my friend. ”

Arthas's face was thin from the long exposure to death and darkness, and after the dark force was defeated, the ice blue fire of the undead in his eyes also dissipated at this moment, and he looked at Dick, with difficulty, almost with the last shred of strength to grin,

"You're here, that's enough, I... I didn't have the luxury of hoping to be saved, I did so many wrong things... Death is only the slightest punishment of these... Child, your name is... What's your name?"

Anel hid behind Dick in fear, and the paladin gathered the light and patted him on the shoulder, which seemed to give him courage, and he stepped out from behind Dick, pinched the corner of his coat, and whispered back,

"My name is Mishirsa Anair, Your Majesty... I've been guarding your treasure for you! I'm sorry I lost it..."

Arthas paused for a moment, and then realized what the "treasure" Anel was talking about, he shook his head with difficulty, threw aside the broken sword in his left hand, and then stretched out to Arnell, who also timidly stretched out his hand and put it on the cold hand, and then, he heard Arthas say,

"You're doing a great job... Anel, live well, live again in my place... You're free. ”

"Yikes!"

Just as Arthas said the word "freedom", Anel let out an exclamation, the dark blue flames continued to spread over his body, and in the place where the flames flowed, Anel's weak soul became solidified, obviously, this was Arthas's last blessing to this child, he completely severed the connection with Anel as a part of his soul, gave him a new existence, as the former Lich King, Arthas had enough methods to do this incredible thing.

Dick watched this scene quietly, and no one bothered until Anel's remodeling was completed, and Dick took out the pony lamp, which had become brighter and brighter, from his arms, and he looked at Arthas,

"There's a special soul to talk to you, my friend, and you won't want to miss it, so... Hold on a little longer. ”

The paladin's left hand brushed the surface of the lantern, and a wisp of purple soul floated out of it, stopping beside Arthas, eventually forming the image of an old man with a crown, dressed in a white robe, with various ornaments on his clothes, and a golden ribbon, which represented his status.

When he saw this old man, Old Furding and Mograini let out an exclamation at the same time, and then leaned down and bowed, and even Uther, who was standing in the distance, couldn't help but turn his head, and then lowered his proud head,

"Your Majesty Terenus!"

The old man turned around and beckoned to his old courtier, "Tirio, Alessandro, and Uther, it's a pleasure to see you again... But, allow me to be selfish, I'm going to save my last time for me and my son. ”

King Terenus, the king who had been slain by Arthas's own hands, his father, the old king, leaned down and stroked Arthas's bone-white hair with his illusory fingers, and a flash of heaviness and sadness flashed across his old face,

"Arthas, my child, look what he has tormented you, child, I'm sorry I shouldn't have let you go to East Dalongmir, it was my stubbornness that led you to this point of no return. ”

"No, father... This is my fate. ”

The light in Arthas's eyes grew fainter and fainter, but there was no hatred, no anger, no coldness, only peace, he looked at the old man in front of him, struggled to reach out and hold the old man's hand.

"Father, I'm sorry, I'm sorry for what I did... I was wrong... Forgive me. ”

King Terenus's ghost sighed, and he smiled with relief,

"Remember what I taught you, my child, kingship has no eternity, but we should rejoice that it is all over, all the darkness, all the suffering, is over today. ”

"Ahem... There used to be nothing but darkness before my eyes... But now, I see at least a glimmer of light. ”

Arthas looked at Dick one last time, his eyes full of gratitude,

"Thank you for the gift you brought me, my friend... Goodbye..."

The time of farewell was over, and the moment Arthas closed his eyes, the white flames suddenly appeared on his body, like the scene of Hela's death, the white flames burned rapidly, almost in the blink of an eye, Arthas's body, his soul, and even the soul of King Terenus, were ignited in the white flames, burned, and finally turned to ashes, and in the howling and turning cold wind, from the top of the shattered Ice Throne, to the Icecrown Glacier, and to the distance.

At this moment, the mountains and rivers of Northrend resonated.

At this moment, the cold wind of the icy northland howled.

At this moment, the undead of the entire Azeroth roared in unison.

At this moment, the whole world felt the passing of a certain big man.

In the distant eastern kingdom, in the inner sanctum of the palace of Stratholme, Kalia looked at the window with a light breeze, and she opened the window, and the mischievous wind blew into the room, leaving a gentle kiss on her face.

On the shattered Ice Throne, everyone watched the end of the scene quietly, Viren recited the condolences of the Draenei prayers, and Woking lit the incense from the trolls' farewell, and a dark era came to an end.

This solemn atmosphere was until an unexpected episode appeared, and when everyone did not notice, Uther, who had been standing on the edge of the throne, took a deep breath, he closed his eyes, took a step forward, and the whole person fell into the air below the throne platform.

"No!

Old Fording was the first to notice this accident, he quickly rushed to the edge of the throne, but there were others faster than him, Dick seemed to have expected this scene, his left hand waved outward, and the 8 Vagli Valkyries, who had been quietly staying in the sky of the throne, turned into 8 streamers and rushed under the throne, and a few seconds later, the struggling Uther was dragged back onto the platform by them.

"Let go of me!

There is probably nothing more embarrassing than making up your mind to die, but not succeeding, but Uther has no second chance, because old Fording and Mograini have already framed his body from left to right, dragging him to the center of the throne, after the battle, everyone is exhausted, with injuries all over his body, even the old priest Viren feels a little tired, everyone sits cross-legged in a circle, the Great Lord of Death just lowered his head, and after a few seconds, he spoke,

"You... Let's go!"

Uther's voice became agitated, he felt an unconcealed exhaustion in his dark body, his resolute face was full of confusion, he looked up at the purple storm above him that was rapidly dissipating in Dick's hand, and waved his hand at his companion,

"Let's go, get out of here forever... Don't come back..."

"And what about you? Uther? You're going to kill yourself like that?"

Old Ferding looked at Uther with some incomprehension, "I don't understand, when you were stabbed by Arthas, even if you chose to fall into the darkness, you had to be strong to survive, why did you choose such a cowardly way after victory?"

"That's because of this!"

The Death Knight put the bone sword in his hand on his lap, he glanced around, and finally sighed, "Because of revenge, I survived, and because of revenge, I don't know why I should live... Arthas is dead, my existence is meaningless, the world of the living disgusts me, the whispers of the apocalypse seal my fate, life and death can never coexist... I just, I just don't want to meet you on the battlefield one day... Frankly, after Arthas' death, will you really be able to accept the Knights of the Black Blade, and in your eyes, is there really a difference between us and the Scourge of the Dead?"

Uther's words silenced everyone, and even the wise Viren sighed at this moment, and the bravest Sarufar opened his mouth to make a very apt summary,

"Maybe we can, after all, you've proven yourself on the battlefield... But the people..."

"Alright! stop talking about this stupid question!"

Dick suddenly raised his left hand, interrupting the silence of the crowd, and he raised his head and looked at Uther, his eyes full of seriousness,

"Azeroth may not be able to accept the Knights of the Ebon Blade, but the other world can!Uther, you've met Illidan, and I think you've heard about the current state of the world of Draenor from the refugees who returned not long ago, and many things have not been told to you before, because the time was not right, and now that the scourge of the natural disasters has been removed, it is time to put this matter on the table. ”

The paladin's eyes closed slightly, but his voice became deeper and deeper, "Uther, you have participated in the Battle of Mount Hyjal and seen the destructive power of the Burning Legion, but that is not the first time, and it will definitely not be the last, under that terrifying shadow, Azeroth has never been safe! ”

"I have a complete plan with Illidan, and it has been carried out at the most critical moment, you said that the Knights of the Black Blade have no reason to exist, I will find a reason for you!"

"Even the scourge of the dead... Without the control of the Lich King, the Undead Scourge will engulf the entire world, so it cannot exist in this world, but I will give it a new mission, a mission that no one can refuse, the legion of the dead, will change from a shadow that threatens the world, to a sword that protects the world, and most importantly, it will always be in our hands! and will never threaten Azeroth again!"

Dick opened his eyes, and Lord Avena, who had just regained a trace of strength, ran into the distance, picked up the dim Helm of Domination, and placed it in Dick's palm, and the paladin held it high.

"What I hold in my hand is a cruel fate... But it doesn't belong to Azeroth, nor to the living... Uther, are you willing to accept this fate until your soul dies forever? Are you willing to fight for eternal peace for the rest of your life? Are you willing to give everything you have to protect the world beneath your feet?"

Everyone's expressions became serious, Mograini and Sarufar seemed to want to ask something, but they were stopped by Old Fording and Viren, what was happening in front of them could not be disturbed, because it meant the inheritance of the next Lich King...

Yes, even though they had just killed the second Lich King, and now, they had to choose a third Lich King, just because Dick was right.

Without the Lich King's control, a rampaging undead scourge would engulf everything, and at that amount, the whole world could not be avoided, and it seemed that Dick had a complete plan for how to place the undead scourge.

In the face of the helm of domination that Dick sent to his hand, Uther's eyes were closed, obviously, this great lord of death was also doing fierce confrontation and struggle in his heart, but in the end, Dick's sentence "The new mission of the Black Blade Knight" still moved him, Uther was not an undead in the real sense, he still retained his complete feelings, for those loyal and fearless subordinates, he really couldn't bear to see them end up with a betrayal.

So after 3 minutes of silence, Uther opened his eyes, and the confusion had dissipated, replaced by a gaze that had regained firmness,

"Yes!

Dick took a deep breath and took the Windchaser from his ring, then motioned for Uther to half-kneel in front of him, like a knight knight bestowed by a king, Dick with the helm of domination in one hand and the sword in the other, Viren, Old Fording, Woking, Sarufar, and Mograine as witnesses, standing on either side of the shattered throne of ice.

Dick exclaimed,

"Uther, Lord of Death, swear to me that you will take on a heavy mission above the skies and earth of Azeroth, under the gaze of all souls, and in the witness of the noblest warriors in the world!"

"The long night is coming, I will start watching tonight, and I will not rest until I die!"

"I will not retreat, I will not fear, I will not retreat. ”

"I will not wear a crown, and I will not compete for honor. I will do my duty and die in my life. ”

"I am the sword of death in the darkness, the silent blade against evil, the undead guardian of the shattered world, the eternal light of dawn, the bone horn that awakens the sleeper, and the immortal legion that guards Azeroth. ”

"I give the lives lost and the glory of silence to the Night's Watch!"

"Tonight, night and night. ”

Dick spoke, and Uther followed, and the voices of the two men grew louder and louder, until at last, even Sarufar and Mograine could not help but clench their fists, and the cold air was filled with endless solemnity and solemnity.

After the last oath was spoken, Dick raised his sword and gently placed it on Uther's left and right shoulders, then handed it to Anaire, who was beside him, holding the Helm of Dominion in both hands, and placed it on top of Uther's head.

"In the name of the Council of the Titan Guardians of Azeroth, the temporary Grand Guardian Dick Blonzan Don, I give you this responsibility, from now on, there will be no more undead scourges, you will be the leader of the Night's Watch Legion, go to the shattered world of Draenor, and until the threat of the Burning Legion is eliminated, you will not be allowed to return to Azeroth without reason!"

"The eyes of Azeroth and the Guardians are watching you, Uther, use the power in your hands carefully! If you can't bear this responsibility, then you'd better end it yourself, I don't want to see my comrades degenerate into real monsters!"

At the moment when the Helm of Domination and Uther's spirit were connected, the Death Lord let out a muffled snort, and the Death Judgment in his hand also let out a roar, and his body continued to tremble, until 10 minutes later, Uther opened his eyes, and two pale blue streamers flashed in his eyes.

"The Night's Watch Legion is in place... When are we going to Delaenau?"

Faced with this question, Dick shrugged his shoulders and pushed the ignorant Anaire behind him in front of Uther,

"That's not in a hurry, it will take time for the mages to reopen the Dark Gate, but until then, Uther, this is your new disciple, and your best lieutenant and heir, you better train this child well, his potential is amazing. ”

"Why? Is it just because he has some kind of relationship with Alsace?"

"No... Because of Frost Sorrow, this child has reached some kind of special connection with the Frost Sorrow Fragment, and I'm sure you wouldn't be willing to give up such a help, would you?"