The Dreadlords forged the sword, and the Lich King gave Frostmourn the ability to steal souls. Frostmourn is a weapon in the hands of Arthas, the representative sword of the Death Knight, as its name suggests, it is an artifact with a powerful evil power, but also a tragic and tragic color.

Kilgardan stripped the orc shaman of the soul of the sacrificial Naozu, who was placed in a carefully carved block of ice. The block of ice collected from the far reaches of the twisted void was as hard as a diamond. After being placed in this cold container, Naozu felt his mind expand tens of thousands of times. Distorted by the demonic chaotic power, Neozu became a ghostly creature, and from that moment on, the orc shaman Neozu disappeared forever, and the Lich King was born.

Prince Lordaeron eventually became the Lich King's prey, the Death Knight. Completely mindless, Arthas led the Scourge back to his kingdom. Eventually, Arthas assassinated his father, King Terenus, and then led the Lich King's army to the Lordaeron.

Eventually, the sword of legend was broken under the blade of the Ember Bringer, and Arthas came to an end.

When holding the sorrow of frost, you can clearly feel that the soul belonging to Yue Yin in the body is about to move, mentioning the sorrow of frost in front of him, the fingers of his left hand gently touched the blade of the sword, this sword can be said to be the obsession of all melee Warcraft players, and so was Yue Yin in the past. Because the game is set to be a weapon that the player will never get, and because he can't get it, he is an eternal legend.

The runes of the blade glow with a lingering blue light, and there is a psychedelic magic. This sword originally had a power to control people's hearts, and the conceited Arthas fell by picking it up.

"Hey..."

With a long sigh, a blue-white light flashed in Moon Shadow's hand, and Frost Sorrow was slowly surrounded by this light. Gradually, black smoke came out of it, and the sorrow of the frost gradually turned into powder. It didn't do any good to keep the magic sword, although he was a demigod and was not afraid of the magic on it.

Gradually, the smoke cleared, and a piece of iron glowing blue appeared in the palm of Moon Shadow's palm, the essence of Frost Sorrow. It is also one of the divine materials that Moon Shadow has been looking for, "Netherworld Cold Iron".

"What's wrong with me?" Arthas slowly stood up, looking at everything around him as if in a dream.

"You executioner, today is your end, kill him for me..." Sylvanas looked at Arthas, her eyes filled with hatred, because of the death of many of her sisters and compatriots in this human. And death is not the end, and even when they die, they are manipulated by the sword of death to serve their former enemies, wielding butcher knives against their fellow citizens. This blasphemy was unforgivable, not only did all the elves present in Sylvanas hate Arthas, but Sylvanas gave the order to many elven rangers, wielding weapons and preparing to take his life.

"It's over!"

Arthas watched the High Elf Ranger attacking him and did not dodge, but there was a hint of calmness in his eyes. Then he closed his eyes, as if waiting for everything to come. There was just one sentence that kept ringing in his head, and it was what his father had said to him, but he couldn't do it.

"O my son! On the day you were born, the entire forest of Lordaeron whispered the name - Alsace. Child, I proudly watch you grow up day by day and become the embodiment of justice. You have to remember that we have always ruled this country with wisdom and strength, and I am confident that you will be careful in using your mighty power. But the true victory of my son is the inspiration to the hearts of the people, and one day my life will come to an end and you will be crowned king. ”

If it is said that there are marquees turning before people die, these should be his marquees. He remembers the scene of his sister leaving, and the scene of meeting Gianna with Christmas. Arthas gritted his teeth, his eyelids trembling, he was a little reluctant.

"Wait."

Arthas was ready to die, but Moon Shadow suddenly interrupted the rangers' movements. He put away the materials for the Frost Sorrow and walked slowly towards Arthas. The rangers retreated to make way for him, and though they all wanted to slash Arthas, they remembered that it was Moon Shadow who saved them. The powerful amount of Moon Shadow still comes to their minds, and the strong will always be respected.

"Why? He deserves to be punished, for the sake of Quel'Thalas, for all those he has hurt. Sylvanas stood in the way of Moonshade, and he didn't understand why Moonshadow was interrupting them from putting to death the guy who had done all the bad things.

"Didn't you see the look on his face?" Moon Shadow shook her head as she spoke, and Sylvanas turned her head to look at Arthas and gritted her teeth again.

"Death should be a relief for him, and that's exactly what he wants. Are you willing to let him go so easily? Moon Shadow walked around Sylvanas and said slowly, a hint of pity flashing in his eyes, he didn't want Arthas to die. Moon Shadow couldn't help but sigh and said secretly, "It's a pity that I came too late in the timeline, otherwise I should be able to help this pathetic prince." ”

"And what are you going to do with me? Don't forget that I've killed a lot of people, including... my father. Arthas opened his eyes and looked up at Moon Shadow, who was still handsome. Frost Sorrow and Naozu's control had been dispelled by Moon Shadow, and while he had spoken lightly with the Death Knight, the flickering gaze betrayed him and he was clearly in pain.

"There are some people you should probably meet, this is a judgment against you!" Moon Shadow said as he stretched out his palm, and a pale blue crystal appeared in his palm, and souls emerged from it. There are men and women, old and young.

Arthas knew that these were the lives of his Frost Sorrow, whose souls had imprisoned their souls from death, and were forever imprisoned in the butcher's knife that killed them. The souls around him looked at him with anger and hatred in their eyes, except for one person, who wore the crown and had a kind cousin, who was his father, Terenus.

Although he was in the grip of Frost Sorrow at the time, he still remembered that day vividly. Surrounded by the bells of victory celebrations, the cheers of the people and the fluttering petals of flowers, he returned to Lordaeron as a hero. At this time, a petal flew in front of Arthas's eyes, he reached out and caught the petal, held it lightly in his hand, and then opened his hand, and the petal was shattered by the cold. A gust of wind blew, and the frozen flowers were blown away by the wind.

Arriving at the palace hall, all voices were muffled by Frost's sad words, and he was driven by it to walk straight towards his dazed father with his sword. Just as everyone around him was stunned, he had already arrived in front of the king, and as the frost sorrow unsheathed, the mist steamed on the sword's body, and the hot blood of Terenus was instantly frozen into ice crystals, and the old king's body collapsed on the throne, and the bloody crown rolled to the floor...... This is the end of an era for humanity.

Later, he killed many people, all of whom he killed with his own hands. He could still remember everyone's faces and their expressions as they died.

"Father."

Arthas fell to his knees, his head on the ground, tears rolling down his head. He began to hate himself for everything that came from his conceit, and he himself pulled everything down the abyss. He now wondered if Gianna and Uther had stayed in Stratholme and faced things with him. But everything is a foregone conclusion, and it can never be changed.

"I'm so glad you finally freed my son."

Arthas looked up at his father's face, still so kind with some luck. He thought that his father would criticize him, or anything, but he didn't expect that he still cared about him. The tears couldn't help but continue to fall, and they couldn't stop at all.

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