"Hey, can you help me?"

Arthas tried to make his voice softer, he was really afraid of the little walking corpse that could be frightened by his own kind.

In fact, Arthas had already seen the two walking corpses meet on the road, but the shirt had a hollow look in his eyes, and he didn't believe that the lich would send such a walking corpse to meet him, and the ragged, foul-smelling walking corpse on the other side was sluggish, but it didn't seem to be controlled by the Dreadlord - not crazy.

And when the two walking corpses met and the one in the shirt stayed away, the sluggish walking corpse patted his chest very humanely, as if he had escaped some calamity.

At this point, Arthas wasn't sure if he had been sent by the Lich, but he could be sure that the walking corpse was no threat to him.

A bass came into my ear, and I almost jumped in fright.

What is it? The Walking Dead? Skeleton? Or something else? I'm not sure, very unsure.

However, one thing I do know, the owner of this voice must not be an ordinary person, it is very simple, let me ask, what ordinary person would stay in the wilderness on such a rebellious night to seek the help of a walking corpse?

I turned my head mechanically to look at the grass that was making noise on the side of the road.

A man, a man with hair and skin as pale as snow, a man with hair and skin as pale as snow with a magic sword.

I finally met the last person I wanted to meet, the future Lich King Arthas, who was sitting in the grass by the roadside.

While lamenting in my heart, my brain was spinning, what should I do? What to do?

Turn around and run away? No, it's definitely death, even if Arthas doesn't seem to be able to move now, but if he just casts a small spell, he can kill me.

Pretending to be self-aware? But the action of slapping my chest just now has leaked me, and if I pretend to be stupid at this time, there is no doubt that there is no silver three hundred taels here.

Or pretend not to know him? Well, this solution may work, but it may also be killed by the enraged Arthas, besides, who knows if the Lich King, as the second ruler of the Scourge Legion, will imprint Arthas's image directly into the consciousness of the entire army of the undead?

I thought about it, and every way to escape Arthas's clutches was eliminated by me.

I can't help it, I can only consider myself unlucky.

My face quickly changed from disbelief to joy, and I hurried all the way to Arthas, and said, "I live to serve you, Your Majesty Arthas. ”

Arthas looked at the walking corpse in front of him, his face gradually turned cloudy, he must have been too excited to see its owner before showing "disbelief" look, you see, when he reacted, it wagged its tail at himself like a docile puppy.

"Very well, you will be rewarded by me, now, tell me your name!" Arthas said in a pinch tone.

I said, "Dear Your Majesty, my name is Holy Wing? Sunwind, your most loyal subordinate. ”

Arthas was slightly surprised, Holy Wing? Sunwind? What a domineering name, I really don't know what this guy did when he was alive, and he dared to give himself such a name.

But what now? Isn't he his most loyal lackey? Arthas could not help but rejoice once again that he had pulled out the sorrow of the frost.

"Where did you come from, and where are you going?" Arthas asked haughtily.

I beat a drum in my heart, and almost blurted out that I came from the Eastern Tang Dynasty to seek scriptures in the West. Fortunately, a second before the words were about to go out, I swallowed hard.

"Your Majesty, I am here to find you on the orders of the Lich-Lord!" I said carefully.

"Oh? So where is Kel'thugad now? ”

"Back to Your Majesty, Lord Lich is waiting for you in the wilderness over there!"

In the wilderness - as Kel'thugad had said, Arthas was relieved, and he said to me: "Help me up, Sunwind." ”

I don't know why Arthas is sitting on the ground, but I've wisely avoided the question. I put my rotting hands on Arthas's left arm.

As soon as I got my hands on it, a chilling cold enveloped me, and a layer of frost floated on my hands at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The Death Knight is indeed a monster that integrates ice into its body.

I gritted my teeth and lifted Arthas to his feet, only to find that Arthas's right calf was standing in a horrible twist.

I don't know what happened to Arthas, but he actually broke one of his legs.

Even a man as strong as Arthas could not ignore the pain in his legs, his brows furrowed, and he forced the moans back into his stomach, he could not show the slightest weakness in front of the small undead.

Arthas silently recited a spell, then said in a deep voice, "Invincible, come to my side." ”

A small cloud of mist appeared in front of Arthas, then it swirled and stretched, gradually taking the shape of a skeleton warhorse, and in a breath, a tall warhorse covered in green flames appeared in the grass of the Tirisfal glade.

I looked at the invincible I "never got", and I envied in my heart, don't want it, if I also have a powerful war horse that is both loyal and fearless like invincible!

"Help me get on the horse!" Arthas stroked Invincible and said.

Arthas was heavy, almost three times my weight, and I don't know if it was because of the weight he gained since he became a Death Knight, or because of his frozen armor, I guess the latter was the more.

It was almost with all my strength that I lifted Arthas to the Invincible.

Arthas didn't care that I hit his carefully protected left leg as I helped him onto his horse, he just rode on the back of the horse and said indifferently: "Take me to Kergasud." ”

"Do your will, my majesty!"

"Okay, lead the way, invincible doesn't need to be towed by others!" Just as I was about to take the reins and be a competent servant, Arthas said coldly.

I glanced at Alsace with a frosty face, and I couldn't stop belly, what a cow, isn't it just a broken horse? Can't you pull it?

That's right, before Arthas spoken, I just thought that I couldn't ride invincible, couldn't I still take a lead?

However, the unforgiving reality shattered my "invincible dream".

"Shhh

The Skeleton Warhorse neighed, as if laughing at my wishful thinking.

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