"Child, when you were born, the forest of Lordaeron whispered your name - Arthas"

Holding the broken sword of Frost's grief, Arthas looked at the stormtroopers who rushed towards him with great speed without the slightest slowdown, and his mind crossed over the words of his father, who had been killed by him, in a tone of immense pride.

"Child, I proudly watch you grow up day by day and become the embodiment of justice."

Is it justice? Nothing can save justice? Is justice belated until you have committed the most unforgivable mistake?

The broken Frost Sorrow was slowly lifted in front of Arthas, aiming at Marshal Verdun who was at the forefront of the Knights of the Iron Cross of Black Thorns, and the distance between the two sides was close enough to see each other's pupils clearly.

At this moment, everyone felt as if time had slowed to a near pause, and then a snowflake from nowhere slowly fell beside Arthas.

Although time was suspended, Marshal Verdun's eyes showed disbelief after seeing this scene.

Anyone who can reach the legend is enough to be honored in all kingdoms, especially in a new country like the Third Reich of Fair. Bismarck was only a newcomer to the realm.

And Marshal Verdun tragically discovered that it was just an ordinary special mission, thinking that after completing the retreat, the Duchy of Blackstone did not even know what he had gotten, and after the appearance of a great druid, the situation developed in the direction of breaking away from control.

This perception time is greatly slowed down. There is also the scene of clusters of snowflakes born out of nothingness, which means the little girl who stands in front of her. It is a standard field legend, and a strong person who can reflect his own mental image world to reality.

And this goes against nature. The scene, which is neither scientific nor magical, is the prelude to her mental world shattering the rules of the world.

Am I going to be shrouded in horse leather today? Marshal Verdun's mind crossed this sentence, and the marshal suddenly breathed a sigh of relief when he thought of this, after all, she had been mentally prepared for this, as early as when she decided to lead the team to charge towards the position of a great druid with a domain legend.

It's just one more realm legend!

For Marshal Verdun, who was still one step away from the Legendary, she had nothing to worry about, and her goal now was to rush into the positions of the corn cannons and hinder their firing, if only a little bit. can allow the defense line of Constantinople to hold up a little longer, so that others can evacuate a little more.

Arthas hadn't expected the consequences of her actions, or she hadn't thought about it that much, she didn't even feel the world around her come to a standstill.

She was just watching the snowflakes slowly falling, remembering what her father had taught her:

"You have to remember that we have always ruled this country with wisdom and strength."

"I also believe that you will use your great power carefully."

Strength? If I had the power I have now, I wouldn't have gotten to that point, but then again, if I hadn't gotten there. Where can there be such a powerful and evil power?

Thinking of this, Arthas's expression showed a wry smile, and this wry smile was like turning on something, and the snowflakes that had been falling slowly attached to the fallen princess's broken sword as if they had a purpose.

Almost instantaneously. The broken sword, wrapped in a blue glow like a firefly, retransformed into its former form, a rune greatsword that emitted the breath of cold.

"Uh, isn't Arthas supposed to be just a Death Knight at this time?" Wang Rui, who saw this scene from afar, said with some concern.

"What do you mean by just a death knight?" Didn't understand what this meant. So Robert, who was not as stunned as the people around him, wondered why Wang Rui's tone was so inexplicably worried.

"Because her current appearance is not like just a death knight." Wang Rui was eager to add. With Arthas's movements and scene effects, this is a proper Lich King Fan who is angry because of a cold and fever.

"But. A real victory is one that inspires the fighting spirit in the hearts of your people. ”

This time the old king's words were not only ringing in Arthas's mind, but Arthas said in a tone that everyone could hear on the battlefield and even in Constantinople.

Except for Wang Rui, no one can understand what this sentence means, but those who have witnessed this scene, as long as those with some vision know, a realm legend is about to erode her mental image world into reality, this is the last word, and it is also a legend's declaration of war against the world.

"Someday, your life will come to an end!" Arthas shouted out the revised lines, raising the repaired Frost Sorrow in her hand and thrust it into the ground.

A faint blue light poured out from the frost sorrow at Arthas's movements, and the light-covered earth cracked open after a brief silence, and bones that had long since decayed and withered crawled out of the ground where they were buried.

There are tall humans, small and stout dwarves, elven bones of immensely slender bodies, animal bones on all fours, and clusters of spirits that have been reincapacitated.

"The !! of the Lich" Marshal Verdun, who had finally recovered from the pause of time, looked at the scene in front of him, and almost used his gritted teeth to read out the enemy that all the creatures on the continent of Allah did not want to face.

But there was not enough time left for her to ponder why the druids and the lich, who were completely opposite personalities, had mixed up, and the marshal had no choice but to raise his arm, which had been transformed into a spear, and once again quickened his charge and shouted, "Assault on the whole army!" ”

Arthas, who was protected by the undead, pulled out the frost sorrow, looked at the stormtroopers who were about to collide with the undead strikers with a blank face, and slowly read out the last sentence:

"And I will be crowned king"

As soon as he finished speaking, a skeletal dragon, larger than all the other summoned undead bodies, crawled out from Arthas's feet, its tall body roaring at all the creatures, screaming for the glory of the "king" standing above it.

"Tut-tut, it's really the Lich King's Wrath." Wang Rui, who regretted releasing Arthas a little, felt that he shouldn't have hesitated to look at this fallen princess who wanted to help a little bit in the first place, this was no longer Cheng Dù who helped a little.

Judging from the number of undead summoned by Arthas and the equipment on his body, there was indeed a large-scale war here, especially the bone dragon, judging from some information that Wang Rui learned, the dragon has long been dead, which shows that this is not only a battlefield but also an ancient battlefield.

"Chloe, it's time to launch." Wang Rui, who knew what the enemy wanted to do, did not make the mistakes that villain bosses often make, and Marshal Verdun had not made any substantial progress in the undead cannon fodder that he had just summoned, so Wang Rui gave the order to launch.

Countless ...... In fact, only three hundred rounds of corn cob mallets crossed the heads of the army of the undead and the stormtroopers, and under the distorted expression of Marshal Verdun, they bombarded the fortress of Constantinople, which was close to the destruction of Miè. (To be continued......)