Sister and brother meet.

No one could see what was beneath Arthas's armor, but the blue flames that peeked out of it showed that he was anything but calm.

Kalia's voice couldn't hide his perception.

"As you can see"

Arthas lifted the Frost Sorrow, a deep blue glow enveloping it, making it appear mysterious and cold.

"I'm going to kill you!"

With a swing of the sword, the earth shook like an earthquake.

This is clearly not the power of Frost Grief.

"Underground!"

"They're attacking from underground!"

The Legion began to agitate, and before everyone could react, the undead scourge on the ground also attacked.

Death knights rushed in on their horses, followed by abominations, ghouls, and skeletons, and the chanting of the lich resounded in the air.

Surprise attack!

"Earth Spirit, be quiet."

Thrall stood on the ground and raised his hands in pleading, the dirt tumbling before falling back to calm.

"Quick, attack!"

After seeing the orc chieftain pacify the land, Varian saw the opportunity to attack with his team, and the panicked front quickly calmed down.

"Follow me."

"We're this side!"

The commanders had a tacit understanding to lead their soldiers to meet the different enemies, and only a few people such as Kalia and Thrall remained.

"I can't be appeased for long, the guys below will be popping up soon!"

Thrall turned to Kalia and said:

"But don't worry, my shamans and the druids of the Night Elves will deal with these monsters that emerge from the ground for you to go into battle."

Kalia glanced at him.

"Please."

She didn't hesitate and joined the battlefield with her paladins.

On a battlefield full of roars and blood, where the Legion and the undead were fiercely locked together, Kalia galloped forward and saw Varian and Arthas fighting.

Two former friends collide and separate with their long swords. The sheer power left no trace of any living person within ten meters.

"You go and help the others!"

With a command backwards, Kalia lifted the Ember Messenger and charged into the battlefield of the two men.

Her sword struck Frostmourn, knocking Arthas back two steps from his momentary attention.

"Sister, you're here too."

Arthas tightened his grip on the reins, his eyes blazing.

"I'm here to save you from the darkness"

Kalia and Varian stood side by side, looking at Arthas with clear eyes.

There is no hatred, no sorrow, only a strong will.

"Hahaha"

Arthas laughed, his whole body trembling with excitement:

"That's it, sister, you've become like this"

He had always thought that his sister was a hero since he was a child, and there had never been a time when he was more pleased with him than Kalia now.

Beautiful, proud. A flawless light blooming all over the body.

A desirable presence

But it's still not enough, it's still lacking something.

"Show me your current strength, sister!"

Arthas seemed to have only Kalia in his eyes, and he charged at her, the sorrow of the frost flashing like a thunderbolt.

"Don't think!"

Varian raised his sword to block. However, a sharp soul whistling suddenly emanated from Frost Sorrow, pausing his movements.

The time of a meal. Frost Grief collided with the Ember Briele.

The collision of light and darkness. Arthas and Kalia intersected with their swords, colliding again and again, then parting.

"If my sister hasn't even defeated me, how can she be a good king?"

Arthas entangled Kalia like a storm.

Varian wanted to help, but his head was torn and aching, and he even saw a phantom appear in front of him.

"His Majesty Terenus"

He couldn't believe it, and then the phantom was so familiar that it was irrefutable.

"It's me. Varian, I have something to tell you. ”

Terenus floated in front of him, his gaze soft.

The fall of Alsace was an inevitable trap, and everything he did was a last resort. Terenus was going to tell Varian the truth.

His words are heard only by Varian, but the truth is often the most difficult to accept.

Arthas had always retained the goodness of his heart, and now his actions were only threatened by Kael'thas.

At the time of the fall of Lordaeron, most of the people of the kingdom became undead, and the undead scourge today are those miserable humans.

They are still the people of Lordaeron, but in a different form, surrounded by eternal sin and darkness, and Arthas is the only king who can protect them.

Unlike the undead of Lordaeron, these spirits have almost dissipated their consciousness, but even so, Arthas, as a prince, has to protect them.

"He will atone for the sins of Arthas, but he must not die, and the undead will lose their will and become mad and destroy the world."

"If you can, let them go back to Northrend, that hideaway."

Terenus seemed to be about to say something, but his phantom vanished at that moment.

"Bang".

Varian turned his head, surprised to find that the Ember Bringer had cut Frost Sorrow off.

Arthas and Kalia were also taken aback, and stopped attacking each other for a moment.

The dark blue severed handle fell to the ground, and countless wailing souls poured out of it like a purple storm.

"Finally free"

"My little Leah's mom is leaving."

A twisted soul flew around Kalia in a circle, and then flew towards the sky:

"Live well, live happily."

Her voice was hurried, as if the world itself wouldn't allow her to stay.

"So this sword has long been at its limit?"

Arthas smiled bitterly, then fell from his horse to the ground with a thud.

His soul was in frost sorrow, and it might be almost time to leave now.

"Arthas, you are different from us"

But hundreds of souls haunted Arthas, escorting his soul back into his body.

"It's your duty to live and accompany the last undead to pass away."

The consciousness of the undead will die one by one over time, and Arthas, as their master, can only accompany them until the end.

"Don't kill him!"

Varian didn't know if Kalia would make a move, but he stopped in front of her.

If the undead scourge is prone to riots, as King Terenus said, then they need a ruler.

Alsace is going to live.

However, no one expected the next moment.

"Boring Drama"

With a crisp sound, the chain of flames rose from the ground and pierced Arthas directly. (To be continued.) )