"It's not me! It's not me!! ”

A terrible howl shot into the sky, and Arthas staggered back and slammed to the ground.

No wonder Jimmy and Pamela were so scared when they first met him.

No wonder Anderson thought he was hospitable after a tiring journey.

It turns out that I have become like this!

Was it a necromancy cast by Kel'thugad before he died? How is such a self different from those undead spirits of the walking dead?

Will anyone still believe their seemingly unfounded words?

Sure enough, he didn't even get through the door to the town hall, where the guards weren't as foolish as Anderson's hospitable resident, and they made it clear that Arthas had to show proof of the Silver Hand Paladin, or else they would suspect him of being a deserter!

Arthas, having lost all his proof, was so speechless that he did not even dare to say that he was Prince Lordaeron, otherwise the guards would surely arrest him on charges of blasphemy against the prince.

Alsace, who had lost his soul, did not know how to return to Anderson's house, and saw the host, who was preparing dinner, looking at him in bewilderment: "Prince, they can't come today?" ”

Arthas shook his head, trying to find a topic to hide his uneasiness: "That's right...... What about Jimmy? ”

Anderson said beamingly, "Hehe, since their mother died, there have been no guests in the house for a long time, so he and Pamela are very happy, and I let them go to the mountains to the west to pick mushrooms, and they can drink delicious mushroom soup in the evening." ”

"If that's the case, I can't change it...... Can't change yourself! ”

Arthas shuddered and looked to himself at the sky. Sunset. It was getting dark. He suddenly burst into a rage, as if he had grasped the life-saving straw in the abyss of despair, jumped up, rushed out of the house, and ran towards the mountains to the west.

"Hey! Feed! What's going on again! ”

Behind him, Anderson's shouts faded into obscurity, and Arthas, who had stumbled all the way, finally saw Jimmy and Pamela-

They were bouncing and hopping, with the purity and joy of a child, and you chased me down the hill, while Pamela carried a basket full of mushrooms.

A little girl picking mushrooms. One, two, three, four, three, three~~

"Jimmy, Pamela, don't come back yet, go hide in the mountains!"

Arthas ran madly at them, shouting hoarsely as he ran.

He couldn't convince the adults, so he had to protect the next two children first

But strangely, even though his voice was so loud that it would ring his ears, the two children ignored it and walked on their own.

Arthas gritted his teeth and simply pounced. I wanted to catch the happy little boy, but I caught it empty!

His hands were like grasping air. Passing straight through the boy, Jimmy didn't react in the slightest!

Body...... Inexplicably become unreal?

They couldn't hear their own voice at all, and they couldn't see him at all.

"Big brother must be happy to see so many mushrooms, right?" Jimmy and Pamela were chatting, and Arthas behind him was shaky, grabbing his face with his hand in pain, "Stop! Don't go back! ”

"Holy Light, I pray to you, even if I take my life, as long as everything in my dream does not happen, I am willing to give anything!"

Desperate, Alsace prayed to the Light in the hope that the tragedy would not happen.

However, when he turned around, the sky-high fire was already in his eyes, it was Stratholme's town hall, and a hurried sound of horses' hooves came from a distance, and Jimmy and Pamela heard it and met it excitedly.

"Prince Arthas, he must be here, horses are usually not allowed in the city!" Jimmy looked agitated and waved his hands across the road.

"No, it won't be me, it won't be!" Arthas shouted frantically, but his eyes lost their luster as dead ashes as he saw his alter self.

Golden hair, handsome face, Silver Hand Paladin Armor, his own hammer that has just fallen into the lake, and the Lordaeron Seal, a symbol of royal authority!

The prince, who was beloved by the people, led the bloodstained knight to see Jimmy.

He flicked his horsewhip and charged straight at Jimmy.

The little boy was so happy to see his idol that he could only stand there cheering loudly and dancing with his hands.

"Run...... Run...... Come on! He's here to kill you! Arthas shouted desperately, conscious of a strong desire to turn his body to the side.

But the horror was that he couldn't turn around, as if an invisible palm held him in place, forcing him to watch this unwanted scene.

"No !!!!"

The blonde prince high will be a war hammer? The vengeance of the light was raised above his head, then swung down.

The top half of Jimmy's head was smashed like tofu, blood and brains splattered everywhere, and the young body slowly collapsed when the prince's horse rushed past him.

Arthas seemed to see half of his face - the boy's face was still smiling.

He threw himself to his knees.

But that's not all.

The blonde prince's horse had stopped in front of Pamela, and the stupid little girl didn't understand what had happened to her brother, but she was shaking unconsciously.

The blonde prince jumped off his horse and walked towards her.

"Stop, you stop me, she's not infected with the plague, you can't kill her!" Alsace's heart roared wildly.

"Your Highness, this little girl doesn't seem to be infected with the plague." At this time, even one of the attendant cavalrymen couldn't bear to speak, and his tone was extremely low.

"Shut up!" The blonde prince scolded, and under the gaze of everyone, he walked up to Pamela and slowly crouched down in front of her.

His face seemed to be smiling but not smiling, crying but not crying, and it was indescribably weird.

"Take it and give it to you." He blocked Jimmy's corpse, pulled a candy ball out of his arms, and shoved it into Pamela's hand.

The little girl hesitated for a moment. Laid down the mushroom basket. The corners of his mouth were slightly raised.

"Good boy!" The blonde prince smiled and stroked the little girl's head. Stretch out your arms and take her in your arms.

Pamela didn't struggle, and there was a surge of hope in Alsace in the distance.

"I'm sorry!"

However, at this moment, the blonde prince's right hand suddenly trembled, and a short sword pierced the little girl's heart.

He slowly stood up, Pamela's body slowly sliding down his feet.

The little girl's face was just as smiling as her brother's.

There were drops of water that fell on Pamela's face, and when she looked up, two silver lines appeared on the blonde prince's face......

He was in tears.

The next moment. The blonde prince raised his head and lifted the vengeance of the Holy Light above his head, he almost wanted to use all the strength of his life at this moment, and shouted at the sky at the object of endless hatred: "Scourge Legion, Dreadlord Melganis! ”

On this day, the last sun of Stratholme sinks, and this otherwise beautiful city can only be swallowed up in tears and endless darkness......

"You shouldn't forget this day, when you couldn't save the people there, but now, you should be responsible for these innocent deaths!"

Gao Tianxin's voice sounded flutteringly in his ears. Arthas, who fell to his knees, stood up suddenly, a sword shining with runes all over his body. The magic sword of the blade surrounded by a dark blue mist appeared in his hand.

On one side is the prince of the dazzling blond hair, the pride of the sky, who holds the holy light for revenge, but is the butcher of Stratholme!

On one side is a monster with white hair and a withered face, holding the sorrow of frost, but a helpless bystander!

Light and darkness, half each!

"Very well, Arthas, with this obsession, let's get back to our true selves!"

The picture shattered suddenly, and a big hand suddenly appeared, and with a light fish, it brought Arthas into the final node of his life.

Coronation moment!

The wind howled, and the lonely Arthas stumbled struggling to move along the mountain path of the Frozen Throne.

In him, there is not the slightest joy of victory, nor can he see the pride of the heroes, not even the slightest arrogance of the immortal king, only a man who is dying of fate and curse, and is being dragged to the end of his fate exhausted.

Those painful and helpless memories were repeated over and over again in my mind, but when I came to the rune armor in the ice, the call that lingered in my mind still subconsciously waved the sorrow of frost and shattered the ice.

The Crown of Domination slammed to the ground and rolled to his feet, and Arthas looked down at it for a long time, a shiver deep in his heart.

But eventually, he slowly put it on, and in an instant, a frozen soul entered his body, and the power swept through his body like an unstoppable wave, piercing his heart, making it difficult for him to breathe, and his blood trembled.

Arthas closed his eyes and saw the life of the orc shaman, the first Lich King Neozu, and understood the whole plot in its entirety.

The purpose of Naozu's actions is to find a living body for his soul, and he will become a puppet of the Lich King, and even his ego consciousness will cease to exist.

"Now, we're one."

The blue and white frozen throne disappeared in an instant, but the pure cold color did not change, and in a barren and lonely mental space, the old orc and the sick little boy with white skeletons painted on their faces were looking at them with different expressions.

"You're finally here!" The old orc grinned proudly, pointed at the little boy and said fiercely, "Now for the final ritual, for a long time, you have been fighting against the last bit of humanity, but this is the end, that boy has stopped you, kill him, and you will be truly free!" ”

Arthas looked at the thin, weak, sickly boy, who stared at him with an incredibly clear gaze.

They looked at each other, the boy and the man, both of them, but one was strong and the other was weak, and there was a stark contrast.

The boy took the initiative to come over, stretched out his arms, like a living child seeking a loving father's embrace, and whispered, "It's not yet time to turn back." ”

"Yes." Arthas stroking the curve of the boy's cheek obsessively, slowly moving his hand to the small chin, gently holding up the happy face, and smiling at himself, "But there is no turning back." ”

Frost's sorrow fell, and the sword slashed from his shoulder into his chest was almost the size of the boy's body, and when he met his own eyes, Arthas felt the last tremors in his heart.

But this is also the final struggle and burden of human nature.

Immediately, he will be purified, as if he had been thoroughly cleansed, and all weakness, tenderness, and hesitation and introspection will be swept away.

However, at the very moment when the Frost Sorrow cut into the little boy's body, the mental space shattered incredibly, and then a golden ball of light squeezed in.

In a trance, Arthas seemed to see another grief-stricken self, holding frost sorrow, but his eyes revealed a firm and protective kindness......

How could it be, it's an illusion!

But just as his heart trembled uncontrollably, the golden light instantly drilled into the little boy's body, and then he licked his chapped and blood-lost lips and said:

"You are the spark left in my heart, resisting the invasion of the cold!"

"You are the last remnant of my humanity, mercy, love, sorrow, vows, and cherishment."

"You are my love for Gianna."

"Your affection for my father."

"You are my endless guilt for Stratholme."

……

At this moment, his life passed by like a marquee, he was the hope of Lordaeron, the pride of his father and the pearl of his palm.

There is no doubt that each of the clusters of light is a personality of Alsace.

Gao Tianxin is splitting these personalities, not casually, but some are presumptuous, and once these fragmented personalities are combined, they are all the elements that make up the former Prince of Holy Light.

The most important thing is that every personality enters, and the little boy grows up a point.

No one is perfect, seven emotions and six desires, whether good or evil, all provide a vital force for the growth of human Alsace.

The emaciated little boy became stronger, and the completion of his personality constituted a no longer so radiant, no longer so flawless, but with joy and anger, a real Prince Lordaeron, a brave and fearless paladin.

"No, it can't be! Stop him, stop him!! ”

And Nao Zu has already roared in panic, the situation is out of control, not to mention expelling the little boy, even the puppets around him must get out of control!

However, Naozu couldn't see that moment at all, because Tirio Ferdin, who cooperated tacitly inside and outside, moved.

The most respectable paladin smiled, and his whole body burst into flames, and all the purest holy light power was injected into the ash bringer in his hand, and then cut through the void and actually fell into the hands of Arthas!

Of course, it's not Arthas, the Lich King, but Arthas, who has grown from a skinny boy to a blonde prince.

At the moment when the Ember Bringer was the straw that broke the camel's back, the Lich King's armor crumbled like a clay sculpture of wood, and he roared to the sky, rushed forward like lightning, and stabbed deep into the body of the white-haired soul.

He's the Lich King, he's the Fallen Source.

But now, he was going to be gone, and Arthas put his other hand around his waist and pressed his lips close to his ear, an almost ambiguous gesture that always and always did.

"I'm back, Lich King—no more!!" (To be continued.) )

PS: I almost didn't have time to write when I came back late for a while, it's the last day of the month, I'm scared of the baby, if you still have a vote to suppress it, thank you!