In the ancient iceberg, a sword is sealed.

Using the Shadow Crystal that distorts the void as the material, the dark god who has destroyed countless planes has personally cast a spell, and finally intercepted a gem containing the spirit of the Lich King, and inlaid it on it, before casting an artifact.

The fate of this legendary sword was foretold at the beginning of its forging. In the near future, it will be plucked out by a desperate human prince, sucking up the despair and collapse of his heart, and the vast darkness of the purest and immaculate soul at the time of the fall will be used as a gift of enlightenment, and then he will slaughter living beings and wreak soul damage, plunging all life in Azeroth into an entire age of darkness and galloping.

Now, it has finally ushered in its destined owner.

On the outside of the ice crystal passage, two figures have appeared, either tall and handsome, or short and strong, they have been weathered and covered with snow, but they have moved forward unswervingly, until they ......

A three-meter-tall obelisk-like triangular icicle blocked their way.

"Huh...... This text is exactly the same as the one I found, wait a minute, Alsace. "Muradin. Copperbeard was slightly stunned, and the dwarven lord who was obsessed with archaeology immediately leaned forward, saw the symbols of twisted fish mercury engraved on the ice, and said excitedly and loudly, but after a while, his voice was a little weaker, and his expression gradually changed from sobriety to trance, and he couldn't help but murmur in a low voice:

"What is this? …… Those who wield this sword will gain eternal power...... But will it also ......? The meaning of this passage is actually -- [Sharp blade kills life, power hurts soul]? When Muradin, he suddenly broke out in a cold sweat, staggered back a few steps uncontrollably, fell to the ground, but immediately got up, turned back to the silent prince and shouted: "Arthas, my child, we are all mistaken, this is a cursed magic sword...... Let's get out of now! ”

"Isn't that what you want?" Arthas smiled contemptuously, took off his steel-cast helmet, threw it on the ground with a "clang", and continued to walk on his way with his blonde hair.

"What do you say, me? How so? Muradin said blankly, then his face turned pale, and he shook his head desperately: "Arthas, my good brother, you can't go forward like this...... I ......"

Before he finished speaking, a cold and distant sentence suddenly sounded in his ears -- "Enough...... Your mission has been accomplished, and here, you are no longer needed ......"

The next moment, with the sound of "click", the feet of the hill lord froze into ice inch by inch, and the dwarf who was about to struggle and roar was about to struggle and roar with the cold ice that spread up, and strange pictures suddenly appeared in his pupils, and the memories that had been tampered with by the ice awakened in an instant.

Is that...... The wind and snow roar, the dead cry, and the evil spirits are surging like the tide of the sea.

Countless fellow dwarves fell in pieces, cannons exploded one by one, and the endless undead never subsided.

The flames of war finally fell silent, and the clansmen had all dissolved in the Earth Mother, only with a sharp axe in their hands, with a bloody anger that did not disperse, they fought until the last moment, but finally could not support it, and knelt down in front of a cold iron scale cloak floating in the air, eroded by the infinite magic in the mysterious armor, and then completely fell into a coma.

"Original...... All of this was a conspiracy, and I had it long before Alsace arrived...... Has it been defeated? ”

The white-bearded dwarf had such a thought in his heart, his lips buzzed but he could not speak, and then his body became uncontrollable, like a puppet in a puppet, and he lost the ability to move.

On the other side, the prince had walked into the depths of the cavern, facing a circular stone platform that was closed on three sides and only raised by a layer of high casting.

Above the stone platform, a blue glimmer of light slowly diffused from the skylight of the cave, like a dripping blue rain soaked in an ice-blue giant sword inserted into the stone steps, countless deep and incomprehensible subtle runes flew around, and finally poured into the broad spine of the sword, coming and going, never stopping, showing incredible power.

"Seeker of the sword, have you ever had the consciousness to bear the curse of drawing your sword?" After a moment of silence, the Spirit of Excalibur, or the Primordial Spirit of the Lich King, finally couldn't bear the loneliness, and an ethereal voice sounded in the air.

"For the sake of the dead people, no matter what curse, I am willing to bear it." As fate would have it, the prince was not surprised at all, and calmly uttered the famous declaration.

"So...... Pull out my ...... You will ...... Gain eternal power. The voice shouted with urgency.

The prince was silent, slowly raised his hand, and then ......

"Qiang ――――――"

The Holy Light is magnificent, hammering the blade of the sword.

The sound of metal colliding was as crisp as a chime echoing, and the two-handed holy hammer wrapped in layers of golden light was held by a pair of hands and smashed down, like a stone stirring up a thousand waves, the ice blue ocean around the sword body boiled violently, and the war hammer turned into an avalanche-like straight and sharp tide of light, condensed in a line, little by little broke through the endless roaring rune storm, and overwhelmed the sword spine deeply embedded in the stone platform, and finally with an unwilling trill, the pale blue divine sword was knocked into the air, and finally sank into the ice wall, trembling endlessly.

This provocative act has rightly provoked a violent reaction.

On the crystal clear ice surface, in the smooth and transparent ice walls in all directions, and even the entire vast and majestic glacier, at this moment, it seems to be "alive". Everything emitted thousands of ice-blue tiny light particles, like a galaxy vortex on the horizon, converging on the "buzzing" trembling wall giant sword, simple and huge to the point of incalculable magic, at this time abandoning all the "magic" structure model, directly surging into a monstrous dark blue ocean, towards the only creature in the cave.

Golden sparks rose in the distance.

The blue lich's evil power emitted layers of shimmering light, and invisible dark energy diffused and surged throughout the cavern, but the flames of holy light that rose to the sky did not dissolve. Gold and blue light seeped together, two by two, bursting out with colorful and dazzling brilliance, vaguely shining on Alsace's resolute and resolute countenance, in such a struggle of pure strength and will, he sweated, but his lips closed one by one, and let out a silent cry:

"No matter what...... Who are you, I, Crown Prince Lordaeron, Arthas, who will never succumb to darkness and never surrender to evil! ”

This is the only answer for a stubborn man who still adheres to the beliefs in his heart and refuses to compromise after losing his lover, army, mentor and even everything.

"Then ......," echoed the old, cold voice in the cavern, "take your stupidity with you to Hell and repent!" ”

As the sound fell, the entire cave cast by ice, and even the tall icebergs from the inside and outside, diffused a distant echo, which seemed to be there and nothing, quietly inaudible, but in a blink of an eye, the ocean current hidden at the bottom of the sea turned into a monstrous wave, and a note and a will reverberated between the whole heaven and earth.

"Buzz Buzz Buzz ――――――――"

Is that...... The cry of anguish and despair of countless souls.

Endless and innumerable ghosts and ghosts like stars in the sky and earth emerged from the entire glacier, turning into millions of blue shadows, surging up and down, piercing the ice and stone walls, cutting through the air ripples, and finally converging into the cave under the iceberg, injecting into the magic sword trembling on the ice wall, and the surging magic power spread and surging one by one, rendering this narrow space into a cold blue sky.

In the overwhelming bleak blue, there is a white and golden candlelight that will not be extinguished.

"Do you know what kind of enemy you're facing, Arthas?" The monstrous blue light tangle up like water, turning into a set of floating armor humanoids, Tie Kai coiled outward, the cold iron craggy and close together, just floating in the air, exuding the power of death like an abyss. It stood still for a moment, and the cold voice sounded again, still as straight through the heart as a whisper in the ear, "The whole of Northrend is my pasture, I am the scythe of death, the lord of all souls, and all living life is destined to surrender to me...... Arthas, it is too late to fall to my feet now, when you will save your suffering people, you will redeem the heart of the little mage, and even your mentor, Uther, the paladin whom you have always respected, will finally bow his head and swear loyalty to you......"

As if to verify the truth of what it said, the image of the undead who frantically poured into the magic sword has changed drastically, and it is no longer a vain death phantom of human civilians. The prince refused to bow his head and looked directly at the various ghosts that were floating in the world, including his own dead subjects, dwarves wailing in pain, and even the trolls and bears of the land itself.

Countless resentful spirits are clustered in rows and columns, as if the gates of hell have been opened, and the army of the underworld has returned to the world. The army of ghosts of hundreds of tribes floated in an overwhelming array, staring at the dead with the cold eyes of the dead, without saying a word.

Arthas's heart was cold, and only then did he realize what kind of terrible monster he was facing. That dark fate was sealed from the moment he crossed the portal to get here.

It is to kneel down to survive, in exchange for a glimmer of life.

Or ...... Death?

Between the heaven and earth blocked by endless evil spirits, a flash of golden candlelight suddenly lit up, fluttering and extinguishing, but it was the clearest answer.

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