In the Northrend continent, in the sky full of ice and snow, a snowy peak stands in the sky, and the ring-shaped mountain points straight to the sky like a sharp sword. Wide, lonely, it seems to be the only one between the vast heaven and earth, the crystal peak, reflecting the dazzling sunlight, scattered with miserable white brilliance, cold to make people daunting, the arrogance and bitter cold like the scenery handed down from time to time is eternal, but in this loneliness, this snow-white world seems to have a different kind of beauty, attracting people to fall into the cold eternity.

At the foot of the mountain, a lonely figure, hunched over its waist, staggered and staggered on the snowy mountain road.

It was the Death Knight Arthas, the former Prince of Lordaeron.

At this time, he could not see the slightest joy of success, nor the pride of being proud of the others, nor even the arrogance of the immortal king, as if a patient who was tortured by fate and curse to the point of dying, he was so exhausted and dragged his body towards the end of his fate little by little.

At the foot of the mountain, countless undead watched here, watching their king walk towards the crown, the faint blue fire in the skull constantly shining, and the piercing wails rose and fell in the mountains.

However, Arthas did not notice at all, and his mind repeated those painful and helpless memories over and over again, which were the tragedy of his life. It seemed that a voice had been haunting his head, warning him not to make a mistake again and again, but that did not stop the prince from making his way to the frozen throne.

Finally, in the bitter cold, Arthas reached the top of the Frozen Throne.

A huge ice crystal towers over it. A skeleton-like figure was faintly reflected inside.

It was the Lich King Naozu, the forger of Frost Sorrow. The Death Knight is the creator of a qiē tragedy.

However, in front of Naozu's ice crystals, there was still a figure standing there. A figure that shouldn't have been here.

But Arthas was not surprised that this person would appear here, he just shook the frost sorrow in his hand indifferently, and then said softly: "You are here?" ”

Mo Wen raised his eyebrows slightly, the death knight's reaction was a little unexpected, compared to the previous impetuous and fierce undead commander, the death knight at this time was a little deep and terrifying, and his calm temperament was as calm as ice.

"You're a lot stronger than you used to be, and you don't seem surprised I'm here?"

Tilting his head slightly, Mo Wen's eyes narrowed. For the first time, I faced the enemy in front of me.

The Death Knight gently stroked the rune on Frostmourn with his hand, and then said indifferently: "Keep killing, keep sinking, the closer I get to the darkness, the calmer my heart becomes, and then I understand a lot of things." ”

His gaze swept indifferently over Mo Wen and landed on the ice crystals that froze Nao Zu.

"I have been in constant conflict with you, and you are stronger than me, but you have not killed me. It's obvious that they have a plot against me, and then the result is not difficult to guess! ”

"You need me, or you need my Scourge Legion, and this is the obvious place to be. Wipe me and Nao Zu away, and the natural disaster will naturally be yours! ”

Little by little, Mowen's conspiracy was recounted, but Arthas's expression did not change in the slightest. It's as if the person being counted is not himself.

"Wonderful! You're a lot smarter than you used to be, at least not so brainless! ”

Crisp applause rang out from the frozen throne. Mo Wen clapped his hands twice, but under Arthas's cold eyes. He touched his nose with some embarrassment and put his palm down again.

The current Death Knight is no longer the idiot he used to play around, but a king with curses and resentments, and the previous petty tricks can only bring shame on himself.

The faint white light converged in Mo Wen's hand, and finally condensed into a large sword inlaid with precious jade.

"Ember Bringer, my sword for you!"

With a solemnity on his face that he had never felt before, Mo Wen gently stroked the sword body in his hand, and the next moment a brilliant holy light burst out from the ash messenger, and the boiling light burned like a flame.

Ember Bringer

Grade: A

Category: Treasure Phantasm

The Shadow Crystal is infused with Holy Light, and the Divine Weapon has two diametrically opposed powers: Shadow and Holy Light.

Although there is no Silver Hand in faith, the High Lord Tirio? Fording was so strong, but Mo Wen was superior in terms of strength, since Naxxramas retrieved the Ember Bringer, he took a lot of effort, and finally purified the Ember Bringer along with the soul of Mograini inside, and now the Ember Bringer has restored the glory of the undead in all its passes.

And facing the bright holy light in Mo Wen's hand, Arthas's eyes had a trace of waves for the first time.

His hand caressed the cold tip of Frostmourn's sword, the sharp blade piercing the palm of his hand, but not a drop of blood was shed. Silently gazing at this qiē, the death knight's eyes flashed with a trace of sadness and a hint of intoxication, and finally aimed his sword at Mo Wen.

"Frost's sorrow, now—my qiē!"

There was a brief silence, the tip of the sword pointed at each other, and neither of them spoke.

Above the Frozen Throne, the north wind roared wildly with ice and snow, and snowflakes the size of goose feathers fell from the sky, slowly streaking between the two of them.

The next moment, the two of them moved at the same time, and the snow was easily torn apart like a piece of paper, and the two crystal sword bodies bombarded together in the wind and snow.

An indescribable loud bang rang out at the top of the mountain, and an invisible impact spread from the top of the mountain, shattering all the clouds in the sky in waves, in circles.

The undead at the bottom of the mountain looked at it, only to see a pillar of light rising up from the frozen snow, and the two colors were entangled, spiraling and flying into the sky.

The dazzling golden rays continue to shine, like a brilliant sky, bright and dazzling.

The dark blue glowing silently condensed, like an abyssal glacier, unchanged for eternity.

Intertwined and colliding with each other, the magic of two different colors eroding each other, representing the scorching light of justice. Representing the icy magic of death, the tips of the needles are like wheat mangs. The wrought-iron sound of the furnace continued to sound on the top of the mountain. The violent tremors made the entire mountain tremble. The snow and ice covering the mountain slid slowly, and finally turned into a torrent and rushed downward. The avalanche after the avalanche never stopped, as if the end had come, wantonly venting its cruelty.

Numerous spirits of the dead prostrate themselves on the ground, bowing to the beautiful pillar of light, as if they were meeting their own king.

As time passed, the confrontation between gold and blue became more and more obvious, and with the loud sound of weapons colliding, the entire canopy was dyed into two colors by the pillars of light that rose into the sky. In this far north, a splendid spectacle was formed, and the world of gold, blue, and white easily stole everyone's attention.

However, just when this scene of everyone was going to continue, a change broke out.

In the midst of that golden light, a vivid red appeared, first a trace, then a strip, and finally a patch. In just a few moments, the crimson color squeezed into gold and blue, becoming the fourth color in the heavens and the earth.

Brilliant gold, bright red red, the two colors blend together. Then it pressed fiercely towards the blue.

Frantically struggling, twisting and roaring, the blue constantly resisted, pounding repeatedly. But it is still constantly being consumed and eroded.

Finally, on the top of the mountain, there was a crisp cracking sound. The crackling of the holy light and the roar of the dragon drowning the sky. A wave of gold and red completely suppressed the dazzling blue, and finally swallowed it up.

Then the qi qi qi was over, the two colors of gold and red gradually dissipated, and the roar of striking iron also subsided.

Heaven and earth returned to silence, and if it weren't for the snow that slipped under the mountain, I'm afraid everyone would think that nothing had happened.

The undead prostrate on the ground and did not get up, they did not know who won and who lost, but they knew that the king would be crowned today.

One undead, however, stood up and began to walk up the steps of the mountain towards the top of the mountain.

It was a middle-aged elf with long, silvery-white hair.

On the top of the mountain, Mo Wen gasped and sat on the ground tiredly, sweat sliding down his forehead and dripping on the ground little by little.

Arthas, the Death Knight, was lying on his side, shattered Frost Sorrow scattered beside him, and the Ember Bringer in his chest.

The entire mountain was ploughed by a hurricane, and there were deep scratches everywhere, and nothing was intact except for the Lich King's ice crystals.

Then I heard the sound of Sasha's footsteps, and the middle-aged elf came up from the stairs little by little.

Looking at that figure, Mo Wen just smiled lightly and greeted leisurely.

"Long time no see, my father, are you alright?"

Anastarian didn't reply, his gaze swept over the corpse of the Death Knight on the ground, and then landed on the ice crystals of the Lich King, the fire in his eyes flickered for a while, and finally looked at Mo Wen and asked, "Kael'thas, my son, what are you going to do?" "Having obtained a large amount of information on Kel'thugad's psychics, it was easy for Mo Wen to manipulate the undead transformation ritual of the Scourge. Anastarian had retained his consciousness since the day he became an undead, and since then he has been thinking about what his son is doing.

For hundreds of years, he had been fascinated, proud, and admired by his son's talent, until the moment of his resurrection, when Anastarian realized that he had never known him.

There is no doubt that there is a shadow of a son behind the tragedy of Quel'Thalas, otherwise, the rune enchantment would not only change in Silvermoon City, in terms of the scope of the Silvermoon Forest is wider, and in terms of importance, the Well of the Sun is not inferior to the former.

"Me? What do I want? Listening to Anastarian's question, Mo Wen smiled, stood up, and walked in front of the Lich King's ice crystals in three or two steps.

"All I want is the whole world, Father!" His fingers were like knives, and the ice chips were splashing everywhere, and Mo Wen actually inserted his palm into the huge ice crystals with his flesh like that, and when he withdrew it, he brought out a rusty crown.

"So I need the power of the undead, Father, will you help me?"

Anastarian was silent, but Mo Wen didn't care much, and his powerful spiritual power continued to pour into the crown in his hand, performing small tricks one after another.

Anastarian is not Arthas, and Mo Wen does not dare to guarantee that he will have the upper hand when he merges with the Lich King, so some means of insurance are necessary.

"I will build a good kingdom of elves, where no one can threaten us again!"

While doing the work at hand, Mo Wen said to the former elven king with a trace.

Sighing slightly, Anastarian made a choice, as the former king of the elves, his attachment and responsibility to the race made him unable to refuse this condition, even if he was now an undead.

"What do I need to do?"

He slowly walked over to the ice crystals and sat down slowly on the broken throne.

"Fusion the Lich King, and then- accompany me to destroy the Night Elf Division!"

Gently placing the treated crown on top of Anastarian's head, a smile suddenly bloomed at the corner of Mo Wen's mouth, which was so dazzling in the cold ice and snow that people unconsciously felt a chill rushing over their faces.

Anastarian felt that his eyes were dark, and then he sank into a wonderful world.

At the same time, all the undead in Azeroth seemed to be sensed, looking to the north, half-kneeling, bowing in worship, celebrating the birth of their king! (To be continued......)

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