Prince Arthas first found the location of the magic sword. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, but in an instant their faces turned horrified.

A cold and terrifying voice echoed in this closed cave.

"Let's go back...... Get out of here before it's too late! ”

As the sound sounded, a strange creature floated on the ground.

Everyone looked at it and found that it was a Youlan armor, which had no body in it, but the helmet's eye sockets were glowing with blue light, as if a powerful soul was manipulating this armor.

Ling Zifeng knew that this was the mysterious and ancient ghost guardian who specialized in guarding the Frost Sorrow.

"Hey...... Leave? ”

Arthas sneered at the Guardian's words, and he clenched the warhammer in his hand, and the holy light energy overflowed from his body.

Suddenly, his body was covered with a layer of gorgeous holy light, as if he had instantly turned into a holy god of war, and even Ling Zifeng and the others didn't feel how cold it was when the light reached it.

"Boom!"

Arthas's sledgehammer slammed into the Ghost Guardian, and with a single blow, the ancient and powerful creature was torn apart.

Ling Zifeng knew that the reason for such a one-hit killing situation was not because this creature was weak, but because the current Prince of Alsace had gone to an extreme.

Pursue the extremes of power.

Arthas's current power of holy light has become terrifyingly powerful, and the golden light and warmth emanating from his body seem to melt this frozen cavern.

"Tsk, that's a speechless thing."

Ling Zifeng saw all this in his eyes, and a trace of helplessness and embarrassment appeared in his heart.

Arthas's body now exudes such pure power of holy light, powerful enough to kill the ancient guardian in one blow, but his eyes are full of hatred and anger, and his thirst for power is still so obvious.

An evil and righteous prince, a bloodthirsty and bright hero.

Many contradictions are mixed in Arthas's body, Ling Zifeng can't understand what he is thinking now, maybe the prince has been cursed, or maybe he just wants to do what he thinks is right......

Ling Zifeng remembers that he once read a book about a similar story like Arthas, where the protagonist is desperate for revenge and bravely slaughters everyone who is his enemy.

But a wise man pointed out that his behavior was not brave.

It's nothing more than tyranny.

Super brave, and now Alsace is also on this path.

The Ghost Guardian was about to be wiped out in the blink of an eye under the fierce attack of the Prince.

Looking at the Guardians scattered on the ground, Arthas asked in a grim voice, "Do you still want to protect this sword?" The Guardian replied, "No... I want to protect... It's you ......."

Silent.

The young prince was slightly stunned, but the words were no longer enough to stop the vengeful fury that burned in his heart, and he kicked away the fragments of the Guardian and walked over to the ice where Frostmourn was.

Ling Zifeng could only watch, he knew that he couldn't do anything about this plot, if he stunned the prince now, then Mu Ladin's side would not be able to explain it at all.

Moreover, they may not be able to bring the prince out of Northrend.

After all, the entire Northrend is full of undead army, and if you are not careful, you will be besieged to death, let alone return to Lorendan, I am afraid that it will be difficult to save your life.

I saw the young prince standing in front of the sealed Frost Sorrow, as the name suggests, this is an artifact with a great evil power, but also with a tragic color of sorrow.

A description of the text was inscribed on the surface of the ice cube by someone unknown:

Frost of sorrow, blade of ice.

Push the limits of reason and write a depraved vow

Put aside the absurd mission and embark on an unrepentant dedication,

Tear apart the hypocritical ugly face, and the death is revealed,

The cold wind takes away the hesitation and freezes the remnants of broken faith

The leader of the Ice Peak's summoning seeks the voice of the heart......

"Sound ......"

Arthas frowned, and a vague voice did appear in his mind, and that voice had a strong magical power, as if it was trying to lure him.

"Give me your soul, the sorrow of frost is yours, give me your will, and the infinite power can help you avenge ......"

"Wait a minute, kid, there seems to be words engraved on the ice."

Muradin also spotted the writing on the ice, and he approached Arthas to look at it.

"Whoever picks up this sword will have eternal power. As long as this sword tears flesh apart, the power of frost sorrow will etch the soul! ”

The expression on Muradin's face turned to horror as he looked at it, and he pointed to the long sword in the ice and warned loudly:

"Oh my God, it's a curse! I should have known that this sword was cursed! Let's get out of this hellish place quickly. ”

Muradin had already figured out the problem with the sword, and he wouldn't be stupid enough to explain such a temptation, to sell his soul.

The leader of the dwarves turned around and prepared to move away, but when he glanced at it, he saw that Arthas was standing and refused to leave, staring at the cursed sword in the ice.

"What are you thinking? It's a cursed sword! ”

Muradin's eyes widened and he looked at Arthas in disbelief.

"I am willing to bear any curse to save my homeland!"

Arthas had no scruples, he threw away the hammer in his hand and followed the instructions on the ice cube directly, ready to call his soul to the owner of this sword in exchange for great power.

"Now, I call on the souls of this place, and I am willing to pay any price if you can help me save my people!"

"Come on, demon! Take my soul and let me gain endless power! ”

"Boom!"

Arthas broke his breath, only to see the ice shatter in response, and the sorrow of frost was straight into the ground, Arthas did not have a trace of hesitation in his eyes, and directly grasped the hilt of the sword.

"Nope! Put down your sword, forget about it all, and go home with your troops! ”

Muradin's horror was inexplicable, and he shouted a warning, and while stepping forward to stop it, he wanted to snatch the magic sword from the prince's hand and throw it away!

Arthas was furious, his face was full of cold murderous aura, and the last trace of humanity in his eyes dissipated, and he raised his sword in both hands and pointed it at Muradin, and let out a roar like a wild beast from his mouth:

"Shut up! No one can stop me from getting revenge, not even you! ”

"Flutter!"

With a muffled thud, Frost Grief thrust into Muradin's chest, and blood flowed down the dwarf's legs to the cavern floor, instantly staining the place blood-red.

Muradin was killed instantly, staring at him with a dead eye.

An eerie voice rang in Arthas's mind: "First soul, your strength has increased, go, go for revenge, more souls will make you stronger and stronger!" ”

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