She also counted on the strait between Silvermoon City and Quardanath to become a natural barrier, and her wish almost came true. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 Info Arthas tightened the reins, staring at the sparkling blue sea in the sun, and frowned. He sat on his strange mount, frowning.

"You can't fill the strait with corpses, Arthas," Sylvanas' lieutenant Sildalis gloated, "not even the whole city is enough. You can't move forward anymore, and the taste of failure is so sweet. ”

Kang frowned and said, "You are too optimistic, Arthas, this son of a bitch will not give up." ”

Indeed, as Kang said, Alsace found a solution. He threw Frostmourn at the shore, watching it whirl and fall almost in fascination, its sword tipping into the sand.

"Frost's Sorrow Speaks......"

The elves heard the Lich King's voice through the evil weapon, and they watched in horror as the surface of the water that came into contact with the rune sword began to freeze into ice, allowing siege engines and soldiers to move unimpeded.

He has captured Quel'Thalas and Silvermoon, and then he will take her beloved king and take the atrocities to the limit.

The elves resisted the invasion on the island of Queldanas, and they did everything they could. Anastrian appeared before Arthas, unleashing a fiery flame of magic that destroyed the Death Knight's ice bridge, but Arthas quickly repaired it. His eyes almost burst into flames, and he frowned and pulled out the sorrow of frost, and went straight to the Elven King.

As much as Sylvanas desperately hoped that Anastrayan would defeat Arthas, she knew he couldn't. Three thousand years had crushed his shoulders, and his long ankle-length hair had turned gray, not because of dark magic, but simply because of age. He had been a formidable fighter and still was a great mage, but in her new, ghostly perspective, he had a vulnerability in him that she had never noticed while she was alive. However, he still stands, holding the ancestral Excalibur "Flame Strike" in one hand and a staff inlaid with an energy crystal ball in the other.

Arthas stabbed with his sword, but Anastryan was no longer on the path of the skeleton horse's charge. Before he could see it, he knelt down with the flaming blow in his hand and unleashed a beautiful sweep at the undefeated front foot, directly shaving off both hooves. The skeleton horse screamed and fell to the ground with his master.

"Invincible!" Arthas roared, and the Necro Horse tossed and tried to get up on its leg with its lost front hooves, and the Death Knight felt as if he had been stabbed himself. Now that Anastrion had gained the upper hand, the crowd thought that the Death Knight's cry was just a battle cry of grandeur. However, Arthas's face as he turned to the Elven King was filled with naked rage and grief. He now looks almost human, a man who has witnessed the torture of his beloved. He got up in a panic, and looked back at the skeleton horse almost frantically, and for a moment Sylvanas thought in confusion: maybe, just maybe-

As one might expect, the ancient elven weapon was no match for the Frost Sorrow, and it couldn't be the match for it. The blade snapped as soon as it struck, and the tip of the blade spun wildly, and Anastryan fell. His soul, like many souls in the past, was torn and consumed by the grief of the blazing frost.

The Elf King lay on his back on the ice weakly, a pool of blood under him, and his long white hair was scattered like corpse clothes. At the same time, Arthas rushed to the undead horse to repair its severed front legs, and then patted its bones, and Invincible leaped to his feet, rubbing his nose against his master. Although they knew it would hurt her fellow human beings, who still loved her, the High Elves could no longer bear the weight of sorrow and pain, and the hatred of Arthas's actions burned them like flames, and the elves raised their hands to the sky and opened their mouths, a scream, a wail that was both poignant and terrifying.

"You're a sharp weapon," Arthas muttered to himself. "But it's probably a double-edged sword. I'll take good care of you. "The army of terror continues to march. Alsace soon arrived at the platform.

He reached his destination and killed all the Sunwell guards. He walked towards the pool of glorious energy that had kept the Quedore race alive for millennia. Beside it, a figure waited for the Death Knight, and Sylvanas recognized the man, Darkhan Dresser.

Then it was he who betrayed Quel'Thalas. His well-groomed hands were stained with more blood than in Alsace.

The elves failed and withdrew from the Well of the Sun, Kang said: "I said a long time ago, we can't stop it now, and now we have lost thousands of people, even your old king. Satisfied? Seeing Sylvanas' heartbroken appearance, he said, "Okay, while the clan is not completely wiped out, retreat quickly." ”

Sylvanas knew that he couldn't stop all this, so he could only order a retreat: "Sisters, retreat!! "Kang saved Sylvanas's fate, but he couldn't save the fate of the High Elves, and they still perished. And with heavy losses.

Arthas did not stop the elves from retreating, but stepped into the Well of the Sun. Then he turned an intricately carved urn of ashes, and poured the contents into the water, and the light immediately changed, pulsating, spinning, and appeared in the center of the vortex of decaying magic light.

-- A shadow --

Two arms stretched out from the polluted sunwell, a horned skeleton with a wicked grin, its eye holes blazing, its viper-like chains coiled around it, and its purple robes fluttering with his every move.

"As the Lich King promised, I am born again! He gave me eternal life! ”

All just for this? All the slaughter, the torture, the horrors, just to resurrect him one? The precious sunwell, which is vital to the fate of a people, is stained and dirty, and the way of life that has lasted for thousands of years has been ruined in one fell swoop - just for this?

After Arthas resurrected Kel'thugad, he targeted Frostmourn at the High Elf traitor, and then Dak Khan, who attempted to betray his new master, died under the blade of Frostmourn. Turned him into an undead, the power of eternal life, haha~~~ This is ridiculous.

The cold wind tore Arthas's gray hair and soothed his face, and the Death Knight smiled. It's a nice feeling to be back in the cold. The eternal summer of the Elven Land was full of flowers and life, which made him feel uncomfortable, and always reminded him of the garden of Dalaran where he used to play with Gianna's sideburns, and the snapdragon of Barnier's farm. He liked it better, the wind washed him away, and the cold suppressed the memories. They no longer do him any good, but only weakness, and in the heart of Arthas Minethiel, there is no room for weakness.

He was invincible on his loyal mount as usual. In Quel'Thalas, there was an unpleasant experience when the bastard of King Anastrion, instead of attacking the rider, vilely poisoned an innocent mount and severed his leg, which had died from such fatal wounds. This sent Arthas back to that terrible moment many years ago, and it hurt him to the bone, but the icy fury of the incident in the battle with the Elven King was very helpful in defeating his opponents. The soldiers who surrounded him through the snowy road were never tired or afraid of the cold. (To be continued.) )