Sure enough, after Adelan added various buffs to his unit in one go, the first group of dwarven musketeers was as excited as if they had drunk several large glasses of dwarven spirits, and the sound of "bang ......bang" was endless, and the mortar team behind him also exploded towards the dense rush of ghouls, and pieces of undead monsters fell on the way to the charge......

Even the crypt demons that followed behind were like melee units, and only after reaching a close distance to the line of the living did they begin to spit out some disgusting small poisonous spiders, pounced with some acid, and at this time, the dwarven musketeers who had fought with these monsters had retreated behind the array of human infantry, and the dense shield array completely blocked the small spiders that came in, and the aura of punishment cast by Adran began to burn, saving the soldiers who planned to use their weapons to scrape and slash the poisonous spiders that adhered to the shield。

Then, with the mortars behind them and the dwarven musketeers who had re-selected their firing positions, the undead attack did not come to fruition, and they hurried back after leaving behind the corpses......

After the sentry on the makeshift tower confirmed that the undead had really retreated, many soldiers began to spontaneously clean up the battlefield and gather those disgusting corpses and burn them......

On the other side, in the direction where Tirio joined, the soldiers were all sad, because Tirio stepped into the group of undead with a heroic leap, directly using the combination of the "Great Windmill", the Sky Warrior's Blade and the Blade Storm...... The picture was so beautiful that Adelan couldn't even think about it.

As a result, those undead who don't have long eyes and "fight fake matches" soon turned into stump fragments on the ground, making the soldiers who cleaned up the battlefield complain......

Is the undead really so easy to deal with?Edlan looked thoughtfully at the far end of the snowstorm, and the building that stood like a tower of Babel in the middle of the Dragonbone Wilderness like a background board was the Temple of the Dragon's Sleep, the seat of the Red Dragon Queen......

He didn't know what the guardian dragons were doing in the face of such a catastrophe that directly involved demons.

......

When Arthas dragged his tired body and mind back to the camp with Muradin, it happened to be the end of the offensive and defensive battle, and the arrival of his old friend undoubtedly gave Alsace some relief in his tense mood.

After a brief greeting and explanation, Arthas's face instantly became gloomy, "Edlan, why don't you understand me after experiencing the infamy that would rather bear the infamy for me in Stratholm?

Although Edlan wanted to complain, then what was the price? Why can't you use your brain, what will be so convenient? If you get it, you can get some kind of power, and you don't need to pay any price? But when the words came to his lips, he suddenly remembered that if he said that, wouldn't he be able to withstand such scrutiny when he sold the artifact?

"No, Arthas, it's not that ominous legend that you should be after, this, you see-" Edlan pulled out the Silver Hand of the Holy Hammer from the storage ring, "This is an ancient artifact left behind by a Titan Guardian, it symbolizes bravery and sacrifice, it is the power you should pursue." ”

Arthas didn't rush to pick it up, but stared at the holy hammer with a solemn expression, but the dwarven prince Muradin on the side swallowed a sip of strong wine, "Holy, stinky boy, are you the illegitimate son of Lady Luck? Where did you get this ...... And the weapons on the backs of your retinue, I can feel their history, the power they contain, oh no! If it weren't for the fact that the greatsword had already been recognized, I would have wanted to grab it! Hey, your name...... Old, Lafayette guy, come and fight with me, if you lose this Excalibur, it's mine!"

"Hahaha, you veteran warrior has a good eye, come on, let me show you the power of the King of the Hill!" Tirio also drank the wine in the bowl in one gulp, and stood up first and walked to an open area outside the camp gate.

Edlan didn't want to complain about the increasingly warrior Tirio, and he even thought that the two old guys, one tall and one short, were quite compatible. Soon, outside the camp gates, there was the sound of angry howls and the fierce clash of weapons between the warriors.

But compared to the fierce fighting outside the camp gates, the campfire was quiet, and Edlan hung the hammer upside down on the ground, while Arthas was slow to speak. The former is not in a hurry, he slowly eats the roast bear meat on the keel wilderness with one hand, and then continues to drink fresh water to relieve greasy, he is still muttering in his head, after these is over, he must spend money to let those goblins find a suitable alternative to tea, it is too painful for the priest not to drink, but fortunately, the paladin can eat meat, otherwise this paladin is not appropriate.

Arthas didn't know what a meat lover was talking about, and when the sounds of battle outside the camp gate became quieter, he slowly spoke, "I...... Sorry, I don't feel the consciousness of this weapon, it's not my destiny. ”

Adelan chuckled in his heart when he heard this, what is this silver hand doing? Arthas doesn't admit it? At least before he fell, Arthas was also a relatively good paladin, although he made a lot of mistakes impulsively, but now in this timeline, with Adelan's intervention, Arthas has not been stained in his life until now, except for the old things that "didn't admit it" after taking out Gianna's blood very early.

Even the battle of Stratholme, after Adelan let almost all the participants experience the cruelty inside, this matter became a complete helpless move, no one can blame the soldiers and paladins who entered Stratholme for the "purification" mission, after the truth of the matter was revealed, they represented by Uther instead received the sympathy of the whole country, even Baron Rivendell, who later learned at this time, could not find any reason to criticize the people involved in this matter.

This human tragedy was also conveyed to Quelsellas through the mouth of Haduron Bright Wing, and the Sun King Anastria Sunstrider and the Silvermoon Council decided to keep the rangers on the matter closely and strengthened the border guards.

This is already an excellent result.

So after having such a good situation, Edlan was a little more confused, the Holy Hammer didn't recognize the Lord's words, so what was the use of him working so long? Arthas still can't change his fate? And then the whole Northland can't change his fate? He gently placed the Holy Hammer on Arthas's arm, and the latter also seemed to want to try one last time and clenched the Silver Hand Holy Hammer...... But the appearance of the Holy Hammer and the energy contained within it have not changed in the slightest.

This made Edlan's mood sink to the bottom.

Arthas smiled a little bleakly as he shoved the hammer back to Edlan, "It seems that this artifact doesn't approve of me. With that, he caressed a glittering golden warhammer called "Revenge of the Light" by his side, which he had changed after he had painstakingly resolved to find a sword that could control the undead in Northrend, and the power of Minethil he had used was sent back to the royal city of Lordaeron by the others.

"I don't get it approved either, but I think you should take it with you, maybe ......"

Just as Adelan was about to sell the Silver Hand to Arthas, Muradin's loud voice of complaint rang out, "You two little cubs, do you think the artifact is the kind of iron farming tool made by the one-armed blacksmith in the blacksmith's shop on the street?

"Hahaha, that's right, I support you on this!"

After this fight between Tirio and Muradin, the relationship between the two somehow became closer, which made Edlan's dirty brain, who had been affected by some bad thoughts in his previous life, have a lot of philosophical ♂ thoughts.

"Okay, I'll keep this artifact first, remember to look for me when you need it. Edlan was not pretentious, and once again put the Holy Hammer in the storage ring, he raised his eyes and stared at Arthas, "And what are you going to do with His Majesty's orders?"

But Arthas, as if he had been prepared, replied as usual, "Let's go back, for he is my father." We'll pack up and sail back to Lordaeron tomorrow. ”

Muradin had no objection to Arthas's answer, but Edlan and Tirio felt strange, this was not like Arthas's style, he accepted it so directly, without hesitation and refutation, which obviously did not match his character, it was too abnormal. But the two of them couldn't figure out what was abnormal, so they held such a question, and they traveled a long way, and immediately followed a battle, and Tirio also fought with the dwarven prince, so after nightfall, the two quickly fell asleep......

It was night, and Edlan and Tirio woke up to an exclamation from the camp.

"The ships are wrecked! all the ships are!"

When Adlan, Tirio, and Muradin approached the officer on duty in charge of the night watch, they received the following answer, "The patrol has found that our ship has been destroyed!"

Unlike Tirio's bewilderment, Adelan instantly remembered that Arthas had "done it once"!

At this time, Farrick came running out of breath, "Come quickly, Your Highness is leading people to fight against those mercenaries who destroyed our ships!"

Tirio and Muradin were puzzled, they both knew that the coast was always patrolled, the mercenary camp was on the other side of the main camp, and if they wanted to get to the beach, they had to go in the direction of the main camp, unless there was some unknown path that they knew could bypass the main camp to reach the coast, but why should they smash the ships at the risk of being avenged by more than 3,000 human troops? And what was the concept of destruction? How many ships were lost? None of this was known yet, so the two of them went directly behind Faric with a team of people.

Edlan naturally followed, but he found that the captain of the guard, who had a good relationship, had not dared to look him in the eye when he spoke just now, and his vague memory was instantly cleared by this incident.

Combined with the "original history", due to Edlan's intervention, this is the person who accompanied Arthas on his detour to destroy the ships and blame the trolls and ogre mercenaries......

In fact, just as Adelan thought, when the two bosses Muradin and Tirio joined the battle, the mercenaries who were still stubborn were strangled in an instant, but when Tirio wanted to stay alive to interrogate, Arthas, full of anger, picked up the revenge of the Holy Light and ended up with the troll who was lying on the ground and was already wounded.

Blood splattered Arthas's face, and he wiped it lightly, explaining to Tirio, who was looking at him with his eyes, "These scoundrels who dare to destroy our ships are not a pity to die!" But when Arthas saw Edlan, who was standing behind him without even taking out his weapon, he paused for a moment, and then walked back to the camp with his head bowed and without saying a word......

Edlan felt that Arthas's "persistence" had really pushed him to the brink, and there was nothing he could do to change it......

The next day, Arthas ordered the army to continue camping and repairing the ships, which were not completely destroyed due to the previous night's destruction, and to Adlane and the others it seemed more like a crude self-directed exercise. But it is undeniable that with such objective conditions, Muradin even proposed that "we can go back to Dagger Bay in the Howling Fjord, where the old camp has enough timber for us to build new ships, and we can also work with the local natives to hire them." The proposals were stillborn.

However, there was no sufficient evidence to prove that Alsace had done this, and there was no way to accuse him of anything.

Arthas then offered to go on a "final expedition" to the place he had already inquired about yesterday, promising to return to Lordaeron with the crowd regardless of success or failure......

So, in the northern part of the snow-swept Dragonbone Wilderness, a place that the local enlightened natives call a forbidden place, and which the living will never tread, the Frost Sorrow Cave. Today, it welcomes 4 living people from afar, who have come for different purposes, but for the same purpose.

Finally got here......

Edlan and his party chopped melons and vegetables all the way, and whether it was the undead, beasts, or some irascible frost elementals in front of them, they were all defeated in front of these 4 plate armor classes. Especially with the help of a powerful artifact-possessed weapon battle, after the group quickly cleared out the last sword-guarding ghosts in the Frostmourning Cave, Arthas stood at the front, his hands on the vengeance of the Holy Light, staring with enthusiastic eyes at the silver-black sword that was frozen and constantly emitting freezing gas hanging upside down on the high platform in front of him.

It was a freezing breath that could freeze everything in the world, and its existence was far more suffocating than this deadly cave that had been classified as a forbidden place.

Arthas's gaze became a little misty, and he stared at the sword in intoxication, "Behold, this is our savior. ”

Edlan shook his head, "No, it's full of darkness and death, and if he can really manipulate the undead, then at what cost?"

Ignoring the two young men's bickering, he found an inscription engraved on the stone platform, and the dwarf, who was born an explorer, did not hesitate to lie down and cut away the frost that hindered his reading, "This is an ancient script, I think...... Whoever obtains this sword will have access to eternal divine power, and can command thousands of undead...... Here's one more caveat...... Oh no! This sword will devour the soul of the user! Damn, I should have known, this sword is cursed! Arthas, let's leave, this is not the power you seek!"

"No, Muradin, you haven't seen what the Dreadlord has done in my country! I'm willing to bear any curse to save my country!" Arthas walked forward excitedly.

"You can't go any further, Arthas. Adline stood in front of his former friend, his gaze firmly on the tower shield.

Muradin, on the other hand, stood aside as if he wanted to fight, "Forget about it, kid, take your people, and we'll go back." ”

is also Tirio, his identity is more embarrassing, and it is not easy to come forward at this time, so he can only continue to be a spectator on the sidelines.

"No, you guys, go and bring the soldiers back and don't stay here...... I saw it, this sword...... It's my fate...... "Arthas ignored Edlan's obstruction, pushed his friend away, and walked straight forward.

Edlan didn't expect Arthas to become so obsessed before he could touch Frost Sorrow? he grabbed Arthas, "Stop! Don't you feel the abnormality of this sword at all? Wake up!"

"Damn!" Alsace slammed out!

The shield of the Lordaeron Royal Insignia made of stainless steel shattered, and Edlan was also knocked back several steps, he looked at this friend in disbelief, he couldn't imagine when Arthas's power had become so great?

"Are you crazy? he's your good friend!" Muradin, too, drew his weapon, not minding waiting to teach the young prince a lesson that had been carried away by hatred.

"No one can stop my revenge!

Edlan's feelings were very complicated at this time, he looked at Arthas's cold gaze as if he was looking at a dead man, and he felt that unless he killed Arthas on the spot, everything was hopeless.

Arthas glanced at the people present with his cold eyes, which indeed felt so strange to those who knew this young prince who was once full of justice and responsibility.

"What? I can't move?"

Then, as if there was a mysterious force that fixed everyone present, Arthas quickly stood on the side of the high platform, holding up the vengeance of the holy light and shouting: "Now, I call the soul here! I am willing to pay any price...... As long as you can save my people!"

"No! stop him!" Edlan woke up from the momentary "bewitchment" of an unknown power, he summoned the holy energy of his body, and the anger of revenge ignited him again into a "light man" who radiated holy light all over his body!

Adlan cast several Priest and Paladin's shield spells on everyone except Arthas, and finally held up a huge shield of holy light, trying to push Arthas away from the "chanting spell", and protect everyone from what will happen to the frost sorrow that breaks through the ice next.

The two warriors who reacted immediately rushed out, they wanted to pounce on Arthas and stop him from doing such stupid things, but unfortunately, a sudden terrifying wave of qi swept everyone away, and the two battle-hardened warriors were blown back into the shield of holy light after being opened "permission".

It was the wave of air brought by Frost Sorrow after it broke through the ice and soared into the sky, and the shattered ice "ding-ding-dong" was like a dense rain of arrows frantically piercing Edlan's shield of holy light!

Fortunately, although the ice crushing had a purpose, the number was too small, so as soon as the ice crushing attack was over and Frostmourn fell from the sky, it was right at Arthas's feet.

Faster than Arthas reached out to touch the magic sword was the action of the two warriors, as if they didn't have to communicate at all, and naturally made the assignment of work.

Muradin directly opened the dwarves' unique state of being descended to the gods, his body swelled in a circle, and all his abilities were skyrocketed, just like the paladin's vengeful wrath, if the power level is too low, he can even cross the barrier of the power level for a short time after using this state.

To outsiders, the dwarf in the mortal state of the gods looked like a small hill, and he charged violently, knocking Arthas down and knocking him to the ground! The process was so fast that the young prince didn't even react, so he didn't expect him to be able to turn on any Holy Shield to defend himself.

Tirio also charged at the same time, and his goal was much simpler, it was the magic sword that was stuck upside down in the snow!

"Bell ——!!!"

Although it was not deep in the snow, Frostmourn was unmoved by this blow, and two weapons of the same level crossed the astral plane and time, and at this moment sent out a spark that was enough to blind the eyes of ordinary people! This blow made the entire cavern like a banshee wailing, this blow made this place feel as if it had been hit by a super earthquake, this blow was enough to make everything here lose color......

In Edlan's opinion, this is like a replica of the original history when Tirio held the holy sword Ash Briller on the Frozen Throne years later to slash the sorrow of the magic sword Frost!

At this time, Adlane had a bold idea......