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Without a single sword to stab this Alzheimer's dragon, he was in a very unhappy mood. The icy fierce light shone towards Arthas, and the Death Knight wanted to puff up his chest and say, "Uncle, I'm not afraid of death!" ”

It's a pity that when the words come to the mouth, they can't get out of their mouths no matter what.

He's afraid of death! He was afraid that his life would end like this. What's even more frightening is that if he dies and his soul returns, how should he face his father. This was something Arthas had never imagined, and yet, when death came, even as an undead creature, Arthas never felt more hopeless.

Who else can save themselves?

The Lich King?

Pair ——! Alsace's eyes lit up. Although he has not seen the Lich King in person, in Arthas's mind, the Lich King is a more powerful being than the Dragon King. Only he can save himself.

"Kel'thugad!" Arthas shouted loudly, "Let His Majesty the Lich King get us out." We are the Lich King's most loyal men, and he will not abandon us! ”

Kel'thugad was silent. The Lich King had told him about his feud with Carl. From Carl's previous tone, the sophisticated necromancer didn't know what had happened to Carl since he disappeared from Draenor. But he could feel Karl's undisguised murderous intent and hatred for the Lich King.

With the strong strength shown by Carl, Nao Zu is already burning high incense if he doesn't worry about worrying about Carl coming to seek revenge all day long. How can it be for a subordinate...... Oh no, it should be a shell for himself, and the risk will stimulate Carl again.

As the Lich King's most trusted and loyal lackey, Kel'thugad knows better than anyone what Neozu is.

"That's your last word?"

Karl's grim face appeared in front of Arthas, and the Death Knight's pale face was even more defeated.

"In order to escape Kil'Gardan's grasp, Naozu can sacrifice the entire orc tribe that sees him as a savior. Compared to thousands of orcs, what do you think you have to risk for you?! ”

"I ...... I...... I can conquer the world for him and defeat the Burning Legion. ”

Carl's idiotic look made Arthas feel insulted by his personality, and the Death Knight clenched his fists and rushed at Carl with a roar, which Karl easily lifted his leg and kicked him away.

"Kill me!"

Arthas bit her lip and glared at Karl angrily.

"You don't need to pray for this wish, I will grant you."

Frost's sorrow pierced into the heart of his master. Arthas stared at the magic sword in his chest in amazement, he didn't expect that he would have such a day.

Quietly waiting for the sorrow of the frost to suck away his soul.

After a few moments, Arthas reopened his eyes. Convinced that his soul was still in his body, the Death Knight nearly burst into tears of emotion - if the dead would have been.

He jerked his head up, just in time for Karl's playful gaze.

"It seems that your master is really reluctant to give up your strong body."

Frostmourn didn't draw Arthas's soul, and there was only one reason for that - the true owner of Frostmourn didn't want it to destroy his 'furnace' (which I can't really describe), and without the soul shell, the Lich King would not be able to escape the cage of the Ice Throne and become one with it.

Naozu is obviously not willing to be 'reborn' with a weak pawn. The former Great Chieftain, who still fantasizes about ruling the world one day, even kills Kil'Gardan with his own hands and destroys the Burning Legion.

"The Lich King?"

Arthas's eyes were confused, he thought that the Lich King had given up on himself, and as for what Karl said, he was just a shell prepared by the Lich King, and in Arthas's eyes, it was just a joke. With such a strong strength, what kind of body does he want, although he is very good, but compared to the powerhouses of those non-human races, Arthas knows that he is inferior.

"Isn't it a surprise? Impressed? ”

Karl's eerie smile unnerved Arthas, and the Death Knight instinctively stepped back, reaching out to Frost Sorrow.

The golden fist struck Frostmourn's hilt before him, and the force thrust Frostmourn forward.

"Bang!"

A cloud of blood and flesh erupted from Arthas's back, Frost Grief whistling through his chest and back.

The Death Knight's eyes widened, and he subconsciously looked down at his chest.

A large cavity remained, and through the hole, Arthas saw the sorrow of frost sinking deep into the floor.

Frost's Sorrow –

Arthas turned, trying to run over and pick up Frost Sorrow. The Death Knight firmly believes that as long as Frost Sorrow is in hand, even Karl, the god of war, can only kneel in front of him and beg for mercy.

"Ah——!h

Pain! A pain that has never been experienced before!

Arthas screamed violently, recognizing the dazzling golden light pouring into his body. Once upon a time, he was also a loyal believer in it. However, he gave it up, and it never responded to him again.

Now, the Holy Light, who once helped him defeat his enemies and heal his teammates, has become a poison that kills him......

It's ironic!

Arthas fell to the ground, Frost Sorrow in front of his eyes, but he had no urge to pick it up again.

Blazing light burned his body like flames, and several white clouds floated in the sky above him. The white clouds change shape with the wind.

One moment it becomes Kalia, the next it becomes Gianna...... Become Gavinrad, become Muradin, become Uther...... Finally, he becomes Tyrenus with a crown on his head.

The kind and majestic voice of King Lordaeron still rang in his ears:

My son—

On the day you were born,

The entire forest of Lordaeron whispered the name—

Alsace!

O my children,

I proudly watch you grow day by day and become the embodiment of justice.

Remember –

We have always ruled the Kingdom with strength and wisdom.

At the same time, I also know that

You will use your great power sparingly.

But

A real victory,

It is the hope that inspires the hearts of the people.

Someday,

My life will come to an end.

And you-

Will be crowned king!

A gust of wind swept by, and Terenus' amiable form gradually dissipated.

Arthas raised his hand, trying to hold on to ......

Blazing light obscured Arthas's vision, and the flames of the light engulfed the Death Knight.

"Father's ——!"

From the flames came a cry of self-reproach and regret.

Arthas Minahir –

His former Prince Lordaeron and future leader of the Scourge Legion, the Lich King Arthas!

Reduced to ashes, like the ashes of Terenus that he had dumped by his own hands, scattered by the wind...... (To be continued.) )