It is well known that the magic sword Frostmourn becomes very fragile when absorbing the soul of the target, just as the energy originally used to protect the sword body is used to provide the device that absorbs the soul, and if the soul absorbing object is stronger, the more energy it needs to consume, and the sword body of Frostmourn will become more fragile.

This is also why, "back then", after the 25 foot men were killed by the wrath of grief, the Lich King wanted to devour the souls of these warriors for his own use, and Tirio happened to break the ice and hit with all his strength, using the holy sword Ember Messenger to crush the magic sword Frost Sorrow, and after losing the protection of this magic sword, this made the first and second generations of the combined Lich King fall.

What does the Holy Sword Ash Messenger rely on? Holy Energy.

What does the Sdomka Warfighter rely on? rage.

Although it is an artifact of the same level, Rage does not have any damage bonus to something as negative energy as death, so Edlan has a bold idea.

"Uncle, wait!" Edlan shouted to Tirio, who had taken a few steps back to deliver a second lethal blow, and then put a hand on his shoulder.

"Coax-" There was a soft sound.

Edlan, who was originally like a little golden man, instantly dissipated as if the cloak of holy energy was intertwined around his body, and passed into Tirio's body along his hand!

A big move by the Precept Priest, energy infusion!

In reality, this skill is not like in the game, which only consumes a little mana at the expense of providing a powerful amplification ability to the friendly target, in reality, this is completely the entire transmission of the holy energy in his body, and in the process of transmission, due to the proficiency of Edlan's first actual use and his own weak control of the holy energy, a lot of energy is dissipated in the process.

"This is ......" Tirio instantly understood what this was, the power of the Holy Light that had been lost for a long time was full of his body, although he could mobilize these holy powers, but it did not belong to him.

"Use this, destroy that disgusting magic sword!" Edlan weakened at a speed visible to the naked eye, this time the skill consumed all his holy energy, and in an instant, a feeling of running out of oil filled his body and mind, this thirsty feeling allowed him to glimpse the pain of seeing the High Elf or the Demon Addiction of the Children of the Night, which also made him take out and crush a small mana crystal without hesitation, and the energy slowly recovered in his body, which made him feel a little better.

Here, Tirio received this temporary gift of divine energy, he lived up to Edlan's trust, and soon, the two colors of blood-red mist and golden holy energy, which were still in some conflict on his body, were perfectly fused! The orange-red mist gradually condensed into the sword of the Sky Warrior Blade, and the strange beauty produced by the fierce aura also made Tirio feel that he had broken through the shackles of the hero level at this time, and at this moment he touched the threshold of the epic.

"N-you can't!" Alsace, who was pinned down to the ground by Muradin, howled angrily, and the voice that was bewitching him clearly sensed the danger that Tirio posed.

Muradin suppressed Arthas even harder, trying to get up, "Come on, old fellow, kill that ominous sword!"

The silent Tirio is like a killing god, this is like a shocking sword that can slash all the evils in the world, and with the warrior's full of anger and slashing skills, it slashes at the sword body of Frost Sorrow!

"Bell ————!!!"

"Crackling......" The frost sorrow that exuded freezing air was still firmly inserted into the snow, but the silver-black sword body had obvious cracks! The strange magic patterns engraved on the sword body seemed to have lost their effectiveness, and the original light dimmed. Immediately, from those cracks, a large number of revenants burst out densely, and they screamed in panic and scattered in a panic, taking advantage of this moment to completely escape from this "prison" of souls.

This scene confirms how evil this magic sword is!

And how much influence this sword might have Adelan didn't know, but at this time, on the northernmost plate of the Northrend continent, on the frozen throne, the spokesman of the dead, the enemy of the orcs, and the betrayer of the Burning Legion who exuded a sinister aura, he felt an unprecedented threat!

If the Frost Grief is destroyed, then he will have to serve the Burning Legion with all his heart, and his little thought of resisting will be completely destroyed!

What Neozu was thinking at this moment, Edlan didn't know, he only knew that as long as Tirio recharged his strength for the next round of killing, then this magic sword that had killed countless innocent lives could be destroyed in advance! This is undoubtedly a very good thing for all the creatures on Azeroth!

Edlan smiled weakly but very relieved, since he went with Arthas to participate in the operation to quell the orc rebellion, he hadn't laughed so completely for a long time, but in the next second, the corners of Edlan's mouth overflowed with blood, and the stiff smile instantly lost color.

Several slender and sharp claws pierced through the painful suppression and holy shield spells cast by Edlan at the moment of crisis, but due to his own lack of holy energy, he still allowed the sudden sneak attack to succeed. He glanced down tremblingly, and it was an inhuman claw that pierced his chest from behind, and crimson blood was pouring from the wound.

Edlan suddenly felt that the strength of his whole body began to drain, and he couldn't lift any energy at all, and the two life-saving spells just now, which were like emergency braking, had completely squeezed out the little holy energy he had just recovered, and now he had suffered a heavy blow...... He could even see that the magic sword stuck upside down in the ground was turning into the scythe of death, ready to harvest his own soul.

"Ahh

Tirio's rescue was a step too late, only forcing the sneak attacker to retreat, and countless bats scattered, so that Tirio's continuous swings and slashes did not help.

"No! Edlan—" Arthas cried out in a heart-rending voice, and he fell into a complete frenzy at the sight of his best friend's limp corpse after being attacked by the Dreadlord in front of him, "Marganis!

"Hey, kid, calm down, you can't continue to get carried away by hatred!" Muradin was furious, but he clearly sensed that Arthas beneath him was not normal, and he must not be allowed to pick up the soul-devouring sword at this time!

"Ha-ha-haha, tiny human, this is the price you pay for daring to hurt me!It's too cheap for you to die directly, but don't worry, your soul will be my best torture!Hmm-hahaha......" Marganis' voice echoed through the cold cavern, but those present could not pinpoint where it came from.

At this moment, just after everyone's eyes were attracted by the sudden appearance of the Dreadlord and then the sudden bat scattering and escaping, Frost Sorrow, which was originally upside down on the ground, seemed to be controlled by something, and strangely bypassed the Storm Hammer and the slash of the battle axe of Muradin, who had sensed the mutation, and flew into the hands of Arthas!

At this moment, Arthas's body, whose strength suddenly skyrocketed, shook, and then with a sword, completely swung away the veteran warrior Muradin who pressed on him, although the frost sorrow was injured and cracked, it could still easily destroy the weapon in Muradin's hand, and the king of the hill was knocked away by the fierce evil qi, smashed through the rock wall of the cave, and flew out upside down, not knowing whether he was alive or dead.

The sudden change in power level surprised Tirio, and when he turned back to face this young prince with a gloomy aura all over his body, this strangeness made him clearly realize that the person in front of him was not Arthas at all!

"Bastard, you're not Arthas! give him back!" Tyrio scolded, assuming a warrior's charging stance.

But in the next second, the venomous voice resounded in this cave again, "Are you sure you want to attack him? Once you leave this range, I will take the soul of the young man on the ground, as I said, this tiny human in Stratholme actually hurts me, and his soul will become my best torture material, hum hahaha~"

"......" Tirio is in a dilemma, he doesn't know much about demons like the Dreadlord, and he has seen the other party's elusive surprise attacks, which makes the opponent's threat very useful, so that Tirio has the strongest strength in the whole field but can't get the corresponding results!

Helplessness and anger filled Tirio's brain, and he was ashamed and bitter about his ability but powerlessness in this moment!

Arthas, who was holding the Frost Sorrow, had an unusually cold expression, and he looked at everything that was happening with cold eyes, but when his gaze moved to Edlan, who was lying in a pool of blood, his originally cold expression loosened a little, and he was sad and reluctant.

This was caught by Tirio, but he didn't say a word, and then watched Arthas chase the "fleeing" bats out of the icy cavern without saying a word......

The icy cavern was quiet again, and only the howling north wind from nowhere was beating the frustrated Tirio, and the energy and anger dissipated in him, and he looked at Edlan in the pool of blood as if he were his own child. What now? The former Paladin and now the wielder of the Sky Warrior's Blade are in a state of confusion, what will happen in this strange continent full of danger and evil?

"Ahem...... Ahem......" Adlane coughed up a large mouthful of blood, and every time he coughed, he felt the wound on his body crack open again.

When Tirio heard this, he leaned down in surprise, "I'll help you bandage!"

“...... Go, the tower...... Find the Red Dragon, the Legion, ...... Help, tell him, they ...... The appearance of the undead is the horse of the devil...... Pawn ......"

After Edlan said this sentence intermittently, he completely fainted. At first, Tirio thought he was explaining what had happened, but what he didn't expect was that after Edlan passed out, there was a faint light around him, slowly repairing the terrible wounds.

But in Tirio's eyes, it was shocking, the Holy Light actually took the initiative to help him in the user's unconscious state, this young man was so favored by the Holy Light, he used to be an old paladin, he naturally knew what it meant, this is the Holy Light's favor for mankind, the treasure of Lordaeron!

In fact, Tirio's reaction was a bit of a fuss, and if he had seen something about Anduin Wrynn, the little prince of Stormwind, he probably wouldn't have thought it was strange, because that kid was one of the people the Light really favored, because in his sleep, his Light even helped him fight off the Assassins by himself!

In contrast, Adelan only has the Holy Light to help him heal his wounds, which can be regarded as hanging his life, and this kind of treatment is poor, and only he knows a little bit about these secrets.

At this time, Muradin crawled in from outside the cave with difficulty, apparently the blow just now was knocked away by Frost Sorrow at very close range, which made the dwarven prince uncomfortable, his weapons and equipment were all shattered, but fortunately there were no obvious external injuries, but he could feel that several of his ribs were broken, and his internal organs were now a mess, and even his beautiful beard, which had been well maintained, was stained red by the blood he had vomited.

"Ahem...... Damn, it wasn't Arthas!" Muradin suddenly recalled the change in Alsace that he had felt at close range, and that cold, unforgiving, indifferent look was not the look of Arthas at any time he had seen before.

At that moment, the mighty dwarven prince could even feel the fear that naturally erupted from his heart...... Because it was a monster that easily terrified even the old king of the hill......

Tirio's eyes lit up, "Your life is great, old dwarf...... Now, I need your help! I'll bandage him, make him a stretcher, you heard what this kid just said, right? We need to get to the tower in the middle of the snow as soon as possible!"

"Oh, damn it, that's the dragon's territory! How did he know about that stuff he said? Forget it...... I'm going to look for the materials!" Muradin staggered inside and outside the cave looking for something to make a stretcher, and he knew that how could a rough dwarven warrior do such a delicate job of bandaging?

So with the efforts of the two of them, a simple stretcher was made, and the two warriors, one tall and one short, carried the stretcher and covered Edlan's body with a piece of bear skin they hunted, and they braved the wind and snow in the direction of the "Tower of Babel" in the center of the keel wilderness......

......

In the vast snowy field of the Dragonbone Wilderness, Arthas, armed with Frost Grief, "catches up" with the embodied Dread Demon Lord Marganis, and the two are talking on the edge of a relatively empty valley.

“...... Behold who this is, young little prince, you have received the Frost Sorrow at the cost of your friend, as your pathetic Lord of Darkness has said, but you are weaker than I thought. Marganis hugged his chest and looked with interest at the little prince who had fallen to the side of darkness.

"Shut up, Marganis, I am now only following the orders of Frost Grief. Arthas's words were full of violence. Ever since he held the Frost Sorrow in his hand, his soul had been completely consumed by this magic sword, and now his body was just a carrier.

The beautiful and noble qualities of justice, kindness, and sense of responsibility that could once be seen in this young prince are completely gone, leaving only the dark beings of resentment, malice, and destruction to dominate this body, which is also the darkness embraced by the current Lich King Naozu, who has been imprisoned for more than ten years.

"Hahaha, that's right, he can 'communicate' with you through this sword, so what do you hear from your pathetic master?" Malganis laughed exaggerated and arrogant, as if he saw some small clown who could please him, and shouted in front of him.

The Dreadlord does have such arrogant capital, first because of the characteristics of demons, it will not be killed outside the void, and secondly, this magic sword Frost Sorrow is also a magic sword forged by their Nasrezm clan, he knows very well what kind of characteristics it has, even if it is now endowed with the power to absorb souls by Naozu, it is just a little fun toy to add to this perfect magic sword. Therefore, in Marganis's opinion, even Arthas, who wields a magic sword, wants to threaten him with it, it is as difficult as a baby trying to lift a peerless sword.

"He told me that the time for revenge is now!"

In the face of Arthas's cruel words, Marganis disdainfully approached the little prince, he gently patted this very handsome face in human aesthetics with his long claws, and the cheeks of the human body instantly flowed blood, "Tell that arrogant prisoner, let him keep his mouth in check, do his job well, maybe he can get a chance to be released before his soul is annihilated, hum haha-ah? you, how dare you...... No—"

Marganis didn't expect that this little prince, even if he received the blessing of Frost Sorrow, was only a small human at the level of a hero in terms of strength, and he actually stabbed himself with that magic sword! He clearly saw that Frost Sorrow had been damaged, so Arthas, who could have been directly promoted to the epic, now only had the strength of a hero, and he knew very well that Nao Zu, a prisoner, only dared to talk empty words, and did not dare to offend the demon at all, so he was very relieved to use words to humiliate these two prisoners, one old and new......

But he never expected that he would dare to really attack! He must bring back the news of Naozu's complete betrayal!

Marganis quickly tried to escape by scattering through the swarm of bats, but with the help of Neozu, Arthas, who had thoroughly understood his strategy, slashed his sword into a place where there was nothing, and a bat that had been cut in half appeared, and then the Dreadlord's true body fell to the ground, and his chest was once again torn open by the sword a large and deep enough scar.

"Do you really think I'm going to forget what you've done in my country? Do you think I'm going to forget what you've done to my friends?"

The power of ice and darkness surged on the body of Frost Sorrow's sword, and Arthas, with a cold face, held the magic sword behind his back, and fiercely pierced the body of Malganis who fell to the ground and struggled to get up!

"Ah——————h

The piercing wails gradually dissipated, and only white snowflakes fell around him, as if absorbed by something, and the entire body of the Dreadlord was pulled clean by some strange force, and finally turned into powder and completely disappeared from this world. Except, of course, for his wicked armor that had lost its master.

...... It's over......

Arthas's hair began to turn white, his flesh-and-blood body began to dry and harden, and then, as if another stronger, more toned dead body had replaced the human body, his otherwise healthy complexion was completely cold and pale......

After killing Malganis, Arthas surrendered to the insane whispers of Frost Sorrow, and the young human prince lost the last of his mind, now controlled like a walking corpse by the whispers of Neozu, and his soul imprisoned in the prison of Frost Sorrow.

"So, my Death Knight King, what do you think we should do next?"

An ethereal, old voice echoed in Arthas's mind, and he knew that this was his master, the ruler of all the undead, including himself.

"I will be king in the land of the dead, and I will bring eternal life to my people. ”

Faced with Arthas's somewhat unclear rhetoric, Naozu smiled instead, the damage to Frost Grief was unexpected, maybe this made his plan a little more uncontrollable, but it didn't matter, now that this new container was completely under his control, it was enough.

"Go ahead, then. Remember, your first goal is to help me resurrect Kel'thugad, he's an obedient man, and I think you'll be new friends...... Go, go, I'll give you control of the spiders of Northrend, and I'll build your kingdom of the dead, ......"

Arthas didn't reply, he just walked silently into the vast wind and snow, and that direction was the direction of the human army he brought, and behind him slowly gathered a group of various undead, this terrifying color, dyed the white dragon bone wilderness with a dark color......