No one would have thought that I would be able to withstand such a strong attack, but for me it was not so much being attacked as Akmund using the power he had just attacked to give me life in a way, yes, the life that Akmund had given. But this rebirth is not a return to my former human form, but a return to the state of the undead, the state that Akmund wanted me to be, one without any disguise, or one with nothing to hide from him, which is what I should be now.

Without the disguise of the red dragon, and the recovery of my strength, my consciousness felt extremely clear, and I could even feel that I was already under everyone's attention, even though they also knew that my rise would not pose any threat to Akmund, although my form was already disgusted by others. But it is still an inspiration, after countless battles, everyone found that I did not leave them, and I can stand to the end after several lives and deaths, how inspiring it would be to stick to my faith without admitting defeat...

Everyone must have thought so, and I strengthened my resolve to try to discard the effects of the conversation with Akmund in the apparition just now. But even when I think like this, there is always something around me that interferes with my thinking and makes me give up this positive perception. Of course, I also sensed that Akmund was indeed interfering with my understanding, as if he was staring at me right now.

I lifted my hands and looked at my bloodless skin. Although I have long accepted it, when I manifest myself in this form in front of everyone's eyes, can I accept the reality that I have not left them, and I have been fighting them, which sounds glorious, but in fact, I am an undead, and in terms of form, I have been disgusted by everyone.

Undead... I think of the time when I was escorted back to Lordaeron, and the eyes of the people are fresh in my memory. Thinking of this, I have some timidity and evasion, I really wish I could still be the appearance of a red dragon, but now even if I can turn back into that kind of giant beast, it is meaningless, after all, the disguise has been torn off, and everyone knows my identity. That's what I have to face.

But that's the only way, I can't think about those things anymore, maybe I've just been shrouded by Akmund's illusion, and I'm still thinking a little extreme and hesitant. I am now deeply involved in the ideological struggle.

But on the other hand, this is how ridiculous it is, and my resurrection is also based on the power of Akmund. And he obviously doesn't want us to rekindle the morale against him, he just wants us to despair, so he resurrects me, and then makes me surrender to him, so that what brings us is real despair and give up resistance, so in the face of my resurrection, Akmund also has expectations, and he has absolute confidence, after all, it is reasonable to say, he has promised me a very generous one.

I was even more frightened by the look he was expecting, for his determined look convinced me of the fact that the illusion was absolutely real, that Akmund had made a promise to me, and that I had been convinced of his sincerity through the time he had just unleashed the Light. Yes, after all, with a huge strength like his current strength, there is no need to deceive me now, and he has put so much energy into me.

Reason was a little shaky, yes, if I had a way to defeat him, or if I wasn't so miserable, I wouldn't hesitate to make his so-called promise. But now I'm really shaken. After all, on the other hand, what Akmund promised was almost everything I could ever want...

"Surrender to me!"

Akmund shouted again, although his voice was very low, but the oppression on such a calm face really made people feel irresistible, maybe it was not that some of his beliefs were still clinging, he had already bowed down. But even if those beliefs existed, how long could they hold on to themselves under temptation, pressure, and Akmund's interference. After a painful feeling of closing his eyes, his knees bent down reluctantly. At this time, I felt Akmund's smile, and the shock and commotion of the people around me, and perhaps it was precisely because of this that the sporadic resistance around me seemed to come to an abrupt end...

I can feel that feeling... Seeing how I feel after being reborn, they may think that I am an undead and disgusted, but my past, and what I have done along the way, can still arouse their determination and morale to resist, so that they will continue to fight, but these determinations and inspired morale will also collapse in an instant after my knees.

I can't help but feel very remorseful when I think of this, regret for my selfishness, regret for letting everyone down, I don't know what Gianna will think when she sees me like this, she will definitely be as excited as everyone else, first excited about my appearance, and then despair of my behavior.

I didn't dare to continue thinking of this, but my sense of justice still made me delve into this result, and I only consoled myself with the last condition that Akmund promised me, that is, the promise to spare me and Gianna. But in the face of such a choice, how can I believe that she will accept it, and how should I face him in my heart. Or will she accept it? Is that possible? And my friends, what would they think?

When I closed my eyes, the struggle of my consciousness became more and more intense, and it was my heart that I didn't want to face all this, or other factors, and I felt a familiar feeling in my consciousness... Yes, Alexstasa is here, and she can't sit idly by at this time... The green dragon queen gradually appeared in front of my eyes.

"Arthas! You can't be at the mercy of the devil! "The illusion appeared in the degree, and the surrounding battlefield from the original gunpowder battlefield and the sky polluted by demons gradually turned into some primeval forests. After encountering me like this, the environment of the fight also became peaceful, and even Akmund's huge body was unknowingly buried by the towering trees and the rattans on his body... Yes, I know where this is, I've come to live it. I also knew she was coming, but unlike before, instead of smiling, she was disappointed and angry...

"Ysera..."

When I asked, I was still very empty, but gradually all returned to reality, or the reality of the Emerald dream, but it was also her full appearance, which made me feel a little guilty, after all, I also failed their expectations by doing so, although I did not promise or have any reason to be responsible for them.

"Akmund gave you a good promise, but do you think it really matters?"

Ysera kept blaming me, and I was just looking for some excuse to prevaricate her questioning, and the excuse was not hard to find right now.

"I didn't think it was good, but it was better than what I am now. And Akmund was too strong to resist. I would have saved us if I surrendered, and he promised not to destroy our world. ”

I said it as I should, and such an attitude obviously only made her more angry, and along with her anger, the whole Emerald Dream was not peaceful, and of course I was not sure if this ominous anger came from Ysera's anger alone, and did not include the external Akmund's attempt to intervene. After all, Akmund, whose mana was one level stronger than Ysera's, could not have been blinded by the spells she unleashed in front of her. But Ysera didn't care about this, she just wanted to change my behavior and thoughts, so she continued to accuse me:

"But at what cost? Then you will live in humiliation, against your ideals and beliefs! And we will all become slaves, even slaves of slaves!"

"Faith, Holy Light?" I felt that Ysera's question was a little ridiculous, or that the only thing he asked was 'Holy Light', which made me feel very aggrieved and angry, and my own language and her became fierce. "I've long been abandoned by the Light, and Akmund is even able to wield much more power than we do, is the Light so believable?"

"If you don't trust the Light, then how can you still surrender to the great Light of Akmund? Or is it that Akmund was able to grasp the stronger Light that makes you doubt your faith, then what is your true faith? Is it just the Light of Justice? If so, why didn't the means you used to swallow up the nations as you grew up go against the Light? Or do you believe in simple rights and your desires......

In the face of her continuous questioning, and every sentence said to me in my heart, I felt very wrong, but it was her way of asking that made me tear through my disguise and become undisguised selfish, yes, she was right, and even her accusations were reserved. It is precisely with such a change in inner attitude that I feel more comfortable with my betrayal, and our quarrel is more intense.

"I... There is indeed a strong desire, I want a lot, my country, my people, and my partners, and—" I did not hide my thoughts from her. In front of her mana, concealment is not necessary is one reason, more reason is that I want to know what the bottom line of the green dragon is in front of my desires, after all, I have done a lot of insidious and cunning things. Of course, my tentative thoughts obviously can't hide from her, so it's better to admit it like her. "There's more power and more power, I think you know... You should have known this for a long time. ”

"If you think that after you became a slave to the devil, won't they be disappointed in you, Gianna, do you think she will still trust you, will she still be dependent on you? If I were her, I would be extremely disappointed in you. ”

"Maybe, but I don't want her to die, if I were her, maybe I would have chosen it this way!" I defended my behavior, and fought for more reasons for my rebellion, but it was my attitude that made the quarrel between the two white-hot, and it was at this time that I gradually saw a reality, or a difference. That is, if we are in the difficult confrontation from the beginning of the confrontation with Akmund to the present, what is the difference between the interests or goals we are fighting for and what Acmund promised me. The question was in front of me, and my question was apparently perceived by Ysera, and there was the answer I wanted in her.

"Perhaps, if Gianna were really you, she would never agree to such conditions, she and your companions led this army, and coming to this continent to unite the creatures here to fight against the Burning Legion is the best proof, otherwise she would have negotiated with Akmund a long time ago. And Akmund wouldn't promise her much worse than you, would he? ”

Ysera's questioning made it clear to me that yes, if Gianna had fled here, why didn't she compromise with the demons? If Akmund could lure me into making such a promise, wouldn't it be more appropriate to give Gianna such a promise? Apparently Gianna didn't take it seriously. Thinking of this, I feel that my selfishness is indeed far worse than her in terms of sense of justice.

I was a little discouraged myself, but there was another possibility: 'Could it be that the devil's promise cannot be trusted?' I thought, but the thought had the effect of pronouncing it to Ysera's face, and she was so disappointed that she even shook her head with tears in her eyes.

"Alsace! you're really disappointed... Akmund may have promised you a lot if he took over the worlds, but you will also conquer the worlds for him and become his vanguard, just like the creatures of the other worlds he has driven away. Ysera pointed to the back, and the environment returned to a scene, which was the portal cast by Akmund not long ago, and the creatures from the other world who came out of the portal were what Ysera called 'pioneers'. "Is this what you want? Kill innocent beings who go against his will, or, like them, be annihilated in a place of the world relative to them? Perhaps Akmund is more merciful than Kilkaldan, but do you think they are any different?"

Ysera said bitterly and helplessly, yes, although she was the mighty Queen of the Green Dragon, the image before me was almost indistinguishable from that of an ordinary weak woman of the Night Elves, and it reminded me of what experience or feeling I had become, and that she had become so helpless in front of my unreasonable face as the quarrel with Sylvanas after I became undead. Yes, I always wonder what chance I have to make up for what I did to her at that time, maybe I really don't have a chance. Thinking of this, my tone and mood calmed down a lot, but it was also my own calm mood, and a very confused question in my heart also arose.

"What kind of person was I before the Burning Legion appeared? I didn't show any better kindness to my political enemies than Akmund, did I?

I asked in a low voice, expecting that Ysera would not be able to answer my questions, but in fact she answered me correctly in just one sentence, and replied immediately.

"But you will guard those you cherish... Instead of making it your tool, you've proven my mind after turning into an undead, and I'm sure you won't let us down... Don't let us down, and don't let those who cherish you down..."

Ysera's words touched me completely, yes, that's the difference between me, protecting the cherished and controlling the cherished is the essential difference. But ideas are ideas, reality is reality, and I can't insist on pointless resistance because of such a sentence, after all, I still hope that someone will survive rather than be wiped out... Even if you live in humiliation, it is better than the whole army being wiped out. What's more, while the Night Elves promise a way to defeat Akmund, I'd rather Ysera give me a more precise account.

"But what strength do we have to defeat Akmund?"

I tried to ask, and Ysera's mind calmed down, but apparently she wasn't sure I had really changed

"Tens of thousands of years ago, we fought against not only Akmund, but also Sargeras, who was countless times stronger than him, if we could drive him out of this world at that time, we could do it this time, after all, Gianna and your partners both believed, so they persevered until now, I hope you will also believe, prove your worth with your actions, and give them hope to continue to believe. ”

Her answer was still not clear, but it was enough for me, and I thought that if she had a way, she would have a way, yes, that would be enough! At the same time I began to think about my plan, and if Ysera really understood my mind, she would know what I was going to prepare. And Akmund, I don't know if he knew about my conscious meeting with Ysera at this time, after all, he was watching me in the real world... And the reason why Ysera didn't want to tell me how to defeat Akmund was probably that she was also worried about what Akmund was seeing.

Thinking of this, I deliberately accumulated my anger, and even stretched out my hands to her to express vigilance and confrontation, complaining and accusing.

"But even if we defeat Akmund in the end, I won't see the sun tomorrow! And then make a profit in the fisherman?"

In the face of my statement, Ysera, who had already felt that she had persuaded me, instantly became a dead heart of disappointment. Of course I don't care, or I can't, and if there are plans that they dragon and Malfurion hatched that they can't tell me, then I certainly can't tell her. Of course, it is not excluded that she was also aware of some of my thoughts, and cooperated with me to show an angry expression.

"Arthas, how can you think that?"

"Maybe that's why your sister Alexstasa resurrected me, it's a pity that I'm still being used by you..."

"Arthas!" she gritted her teeth, and I felt a hint of pride at it, yes, if I had lied to her, I didn't think Akmund could have noticed anything.

"Everyone has a choice, and maybe I should follow your arrangement, but I also have my choice. There is nothing dark about Akmund, he would never have used the means he did against me, and I have nothing now, and if Akmund had promised me that way, I would have no reason to refuse. "I said this, and after seeing that she didn't seem to understand my inner thoughts, I didn't feel the need to talk to the Green Dragon, after all, I still have to face Akmund, and the more I talk, the more likely it is to reveal my thoughts..."

"Hopefully, by that time you'll be haunted by nightmares forever. "Ysera was completely angry, and even burst into a lot of angry tears, yes, if I offended Ysera in the Emerald Dream Realm, it would not be good, but since I'm safe, maybe it means that I may be protected by Akmund now, or maybe she really understands my thoughts, it doesn't matter, I just hope I can fool Akmund...

"Yes, but I wish I could see your face...", I said jokingly, yes, maybe I really wanted to see her, or someone else, but I knew that no matter what the outcome, I would never see her again...

She turned away, and I returned to reality, the illusion of the Emerald Dream collapsing, and reality shrouded me again. I don't know how long the conversation with her will last, only when I come back to reality. Akmund wasn't dissatisfied, and that was enough, after all, I was already on my knees. And even if he knew anything, I think my performance in the illusion would be enough.

But will it really make Akmund trust me? How much it will take, I don't know, but I just know what he wants me to do, and that's exactly what I'm going to do. For example, if you put your head down and really kneel in front of him, it's a good choice, and of course the slogan.

"I will submit to you, Lord Akmund!" I knelt in front of him like a faithful slave, and I could feel the complete silence of the camp in the distance, and even some people who were hidden around came out, looking at me in disbelief, maybe my standing up could give them some hope of resistance, but my curtvado would obviously only give them despair, and of course it was the best way to paralyze him.

"Very well, mortal, you made a wise choice. Akmund said this, and walked towards me, yes, I was waiting for this moment. If the Red Dragon Sword in my hand can easily pierce Onexia's scales, it may also be able to inflict a heavy blow on Akmund, so as to revive the morale that has just been lost by me on my knees, and more likely to help us defeat him. Thinking of this, my mouth also silently recited my inner intentions. "A choice that truly brings glory to your people!"

Akmund approached me politely and held out his hand to me motioning for me to get up, yes, it was his hand that cast his magic, I knew I couldn't jump on his body, but I could cut off his wrists. Thinking of this, I found the right time, that is, to reach out and help me up in the etiquette, of course, now...

"Akmund!!" I quickly drew the sword from my waist and slashed at Akmund's wrist in an instant, yes, he might react, but I had no choice, if I could inflict a close wound on him, that would be the best chance.

But when I pulled out my sword and jumped up to slash, although the movements were more coherent, but after all, this is not an instant to complete a set of moves, if I was facing a vigilant warrior, I believe that my sneak attack would fail, but I can only bet that he is a mage pure mage, of course, a warlock can do anything.

I thought wishfully, but I seemed to overlook something, such as the fact that I was facing a demon who had survived for nearly a million or even millions of years, a cunning Burning Legion who had survived the current supreme ruler of the Burning Legion. Compared to these qualifications, any creature of Azeroth, not even the Black Dragon, was worthless. But I don't care anymore, I can only bet on everything I have on this sneak attack.

But it wasn't so much a sneak attack, but Akmund's still determined eyes proved my failure, and Akmund didn't dodge, or even cast spells to protect him, not because he didn't have time to do it, but because he didn't feel necessary. Akmund still held out his hand, even after the sword I struck hard had touched his wrist literally. Contrary to my expectations, there was not a single scratch on Akmund's wrist, and my sword was shattered.

Yes, shattered. The sword in my hand was a sturdy sword that had once been able to slash against Frost Sorrow unscathed, and Onexia's arrogance had also died under the sword, and even the Black Dragon King was unsure that he would be unscathed in front of him, so he dodged when I stabbed it with it. But now he was shattered by just slashing at Akmund's weak wrist...

The backlash of the blow just now made me feel some internal injuries that caused me to sit on the ground again, and of course I felt more of a loss. Looking at the hilt of my sword, what else can I say in my heart, if my actions can re-prove my position and not betray everyone, there may be nothing else. Because my actions barely contributed to the already low morale, after all, our people still fantasized about being able to get close to him and deliver a fatal blow to him, but how ridiculous that idea is now.

"Why! Why Alsace, now that you have nothing, you still betray me!

Of course, the behavior just now was not useless, and it still affected Akmund's mood somewhat, yes, at least he thought that I had become his slave, but in fact it was completely teasing him. To this he showed great anger, and the volcanic anger was about to pour out. In the face of his anger, I have long since disagreed, and if I can provoke him to lose his mind, it may also prove that I have done something positive, and I tried to stand up and pat myself with dust and grooming.

Perhaps the enraged Akmund was surprised by my actions and did nothing, but for me I was going to seize the opportunity, that is, after finishing my countenance, suddenly throwing the remaining hilt of my sword at Akmund's impeccable cheek, and then ignoring Akmund, and giving the allies at the top of Hyjal a confident smile and a V-sign, yes, at least I hit him in the face, and that was enough.

When Akmund watched the short sword with only the hilt of the sword smashed into his face, even a calm person could not bear it, and at this moment, the magic power overflowing from Akmund's body shook the entire earth, which obviously foreshadowed what I was going to face next, that is, the punishment that God would give...