As Arthas muttered to himself as he sleepwalked, walking towards the evil sword, Muradin tried to hold him back, but Arthas only glanced back at him and made the dwarf let go of the prince's arm. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

It's not because Arthas is strong enough to fight against the dwarven king of the hills who has lived for 500 years, it's because of his eyes, Arthas's eyes at this time, that coldness, that ruthlessness, that kind of indifference, this is definitely not the look that a person with a heart for the people should have.

Feeling the fear in his heart, Muradin took off his battle axe and hammer, and now, only weapons can give him a sense of security, and the dwarf can feel that under this shell, there is no longer the soul of Arthas, it is another person! No, it is a monster!

A monster has awakened!

"Don't go over!"

Just as Arthas's hand was about to touch the hilt of the magic sword, Muradin finally conquered his fear, and the dwarf stretched out his thick left hand and threw it forward, and the war hammer in his hand turned into a thunderbolt with lightning and struck the magic sword.

King of the Hill, this is the dwarf's honorific title for the most powerful, Muradin is an old king of the hill, his strength, even in Azeroth 7 years later, is also a super-first-class level, at least not much weaker than the current Uther, worthy of the name of the first strongest dwarf.

If this hammer hits, the magic sword without the blessing of the user's will will will definitely be sent out far away, but unfortunately, just as the warhammer was about to hit the body of the frost sorrow, a dark magic force suddenly tore through the space and appeared beside Arthas, blocking the warhammer while gently pushing Arthas's body forward, which was about to wake up from the nightmare.

In the palm of his hand, Arthas could feel it, and the warm palm touched a cold block of ice. A hint of hesitation flashed across his face, but it was immediately replaced by firmness and persistence, and he no longer resisted, but clenched the hilt of his sword.

"Ahh

Arthas wanted to tame this rebellious magic sword and use it to command the traits of the undead to save his country, but when his spiritual power came into contact with this sword, he knew that he had been deceived!

This is not a sword with a soul at all, and it is not tame, in fact, this sword is like a cage designed for Arthas, and when he comes into contact with this sword, his soul is torn in half by the cunning and mysterious magic of the demons.

Justice, light, perseverance, steadfastness, kindness, honesty, glory, protection, kindness, these beautiful qualities were drawn from the soul of Alsace and formed a faint figure.

Anger, evil, haze, malice, ferocity, darkness, tyranny, slaughter, destruction, these negative personalities are rapidly strengthened, and the dark souls composed of these dark sides take over Arthas's body at this moment.

His blonde hair turned as pale as white bones in an instant, his blue eyes turned into an indifferent gray, and the golden knight's armor on his body was changed into the unique skeletal armor of the Death Knights under the shroud of black smoke surging from the frost sorrow.

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

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

"You... You give Arthas back!"

Muradin witnessed this desperate and chilling scene all the time, he held his battle axe in both hands, jumped high, and with the strength of his whole body, slashed at the head of the newborn King of Death Knights, the blow was so ferocious that behind Muradin, even the hard, frozen ground was torn apart by the wrath of the King of the Dwarven Hill.

"Bell!"

The sword and the battle axe clashed together, and Arthas blocked Muradin's slash with one hand, and the dwarf's face showed disbelief in horror, but because the war hammer used for defense had already been thrown by him, Muradin could only stretch out his left arm to try to block the blow when the magic sword suddenly changed moves.

"Bang!"

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

Muradin's body was cut with 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, and the power of this sword was very great, and it directly split Muradin's body out, smashed through the entrance of the Forgotten Ice Cave far away, and fell into the roaring blizzard outside.

The king of the hill, life and death are unknown.

"Huh!"

At the moment when Arthas slashed Muradin, a large group of purple bats appeared behind Arthas, and they screamed and gathered together, eventually forming a guy that Arthas was very familiar with.

Marganis, the culprit of the source of the plague!

However, at this time, the Dreadlord did not have the slightest desire to fight, it stretched out its sharp claws, scratched its ugly chin, and looked at Arthas, as if looking at a commodity.

"Tut-tut, look at this sword, this is one of the most perfect weapons that my brother and I have forged on the home planet in the first place, and the soul drain of Nao Zu is only barely matching the ability of this beautiful weapon, but you... Tsk, look at you, so weak, so stupid, how do you deserve this artifact?"

Marganis complained, but then snapped its fingers, and a purple gate appeared in the collapsing Forgotten Ice Cave, and the Dreadlord didn't look at Arthas.

"Hey, come with me, go meet that prisoner of Neozu, it's time to carry out the master's great plan... Ah, I've had enough of the cold of this damn planet, I'm going to pump the lava out of the ground so it's warm enough, hahahaha... Ahh

Marganis, who was laughing wildly, suddenly let out a wail, a black-blue, as if permanently frozen blade, pierced its chest from behind, as the most mysterious Nasrezm vampire demon, the weapon of the present world could not hurt its demonic body, but the sorrow of frost was not a weapon of the present world, it was one of the evil artifacts carefully crafted by the previous generation of Nasrezm, plus the ability given to it by the Lich King Naozu.

This sword, in fact, when it was buried here, already possessed the power to kill Marganis.

"You... How dare you... Ahh

Malganis was suddenly hit hard and was about to turn into a bat to escape, but the expressionless Alsace opened his other hand, and a frantically swirling ice storm appeared beside Malganis, interrupting the process of transforming into a bat, and then it heard Arthas's cold voice.

"Nobody... Can control me, you... You can't, the Lich King, not either! Have I forgotten how you fooled me?"

The corrosive black ** force emanated from the blade that pierced Marganis's body, and soon, the wailing Dreadlord turned into a black skeleton, as well as a purple gorgeous hideous armor that fell to the ground.

"You're so reckless!"

An old voice appeared in Arthas's mind, he didn't respond, he knew who it was.

The orc shaman who was imprisoned in the Icecrown Glacier because of his betrayal of the demon led the culprit of the destruction of a planet, the Lich King, Naozu.

"Nasrezm demons can't be completely killed, but it will take a while for them to resurrect in the void, so I can barely hide from Akmund, and although you have caused me a lot of trouble, I still have to say, well done! I've had enough of this damn fool!"

Elder Naozu's voice was full of pleasure, and he talked to Arthas, although Arthas did not say a word, but this did not prevent the old orc from talking very strongly.

"The demons thought their rough plan was perfect, but I modified it a little, and I worked for them for decades, but in the end, I ended up like this, so I have seen that the demons are definitely not good collaborators, and instead of groveling to serve them, why don't we have this world to ourselves? ”

"So, having said so much, dear King of the Death Knights, can you tell me what you're going to do next?"

Faced with this question, Arthas answered it for the first time.

"Go back! My other half of the soul always wants to save Lordaeron, because that's the country he's going to inherit, and I guess I'm going to have the right to inherit that country. ”

Faced with this answer, Nao Zu was not surprised,

"Well, not a bad idea, a kingdom of the undead that is disturbing the world, oh yes, you don't mind doing something for me, right?"

"Say!"

"Kel'thugad is a good subordinate, I promised to "sublimate" him, and this matter will be left to you! In exchange, I will give you control of the Crypt Spider Demon that I have just subdued, go and turn this stupid world upside down!"

Arthas didn't seem to hear Neozu's words, he walked silently step by step into the blizzard, those scattered snowflakes, seemed to be afraid of this man, they fluttered in four or three, wanted to leave Arthas's side, but the white-haired prince didn't care about this.

He stretched out his hand and pulled the hood behind his back forward, carrying Frost Sorrow behind him, and one step at a time, disappeared into a vast white expanse of ice and snow.

Thirteen days later, a special fleet docked in the town of Nanhai, it was night, looking at the silent and peaceful scenery in front of him, Arthas's eyes hidden under the hood, but there was no longer the firmness and persistence he had left, he was as cold as a dead man.

Farrick and Marvien, also hooded, were behind Arthas, and they were equally silent, and behind them, the pale soldiers, one by one, came out of the cabin, and the quiet dock became even colder.

"Ding!"

A whirling gold coin landed in front of the dockmaster, who was already frightened,

"Go to Lordaeron and tell the citizens that their prince is back!