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. Winter Wind 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 makes Merry. The winter wind creates curiosity.

"I can't save everyone."

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

"I realized too late, the royal guard that I was supposed 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. Winter Wind had a guess in his heart, but he still asked.

"Wait for the people to be on my side, wait for a suitable time to play."

"You guys are really hypocritical in playing politics."

Merry. Winter Wind's sarcasm is from the bottom of his heart.

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. Winter Wind understands that Carlos's choice is irrefutable in terms of transactional correctness, but perhaps remembering the difficult decisions he had to make in the past, he still makes a verbal sarcasm about Carlos.

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

Merry. Winter Wind asked rhetorically.

"I can't save everyone."

Carlos repeats the phrase.

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

Carlos turned to look at Merry. Winter winds.

"I know what's going on."

"I also know what to expect."

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

Just playing like this for a while, staring dryly, Merry. The winter breeze seems 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 vs. Merry. Winter Wind bowed solemnly.

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

"Looks like you're ready."

"Say hello to Miss Egwene and Maidean for me."

"There's a chance...... Who is Mai Dean? ”

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. The winter breeze stood on the Royal Square, which 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 a marshal now."

"Hats off."

"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 the trouble."

Biglas. Tol Bain said with regret.

"The one I can't see clearly?"

Carlos interjected suddenly.

"In Lower Lilas. Windranger, Marshal of Humanity, if you can, slay me here, grateful. ”

"Your sister has found you on 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."