Ying Yi was silent for a long time, looked up at Lin Yue, and slowly opened his mouth, "You should have inherited the will of the Lich King, I can feel his breath from you." ”

Lin Yue nodded.

"Everyone thought that the Lich King before you was the first Lich King on the continent, but it wasn't. Before him, there was also a Lich King. But no one knew about him, he never appeared in front of the world, his name was Arthas. This dates back to ancient times, when the demons of the Burning Legion had not yet invaded the Totem Continent, but the Totem Continent was not called that at that time. Ying Yi's speech was very slow, Lin Yue listened very carefully, he had always been quite curious about the history of the Totem Continent.

"At that time, the name of the continent was Azeroth, and it was not as it is now, but made up of two separate continents. On one side it is called Kalimdor, and on the other side it is called the Eastern Kingdom. As for why the two continents later became one, I don't know. I only inherited part of the subject's memories, but it seems to have been due to a disaster. In fact, Arthas was also the Lich King inherited from elsewhere, and before that, he was the proudest son of Terenus Minecil II. Terenus, on the other hand, is the king of the entire eastern kingdom. Arthas was the greatest paladin of his time, but for some reason he became a death knight. I say this because, in fact, the patterns carved on the walls, the deity of the god of shadows, are Arthas. I really didn't expect that $(1) long $ (1) wind $ (1) wen $ (1) learn, △.△x.n∞et you actually have both the power of the shadow system and the legacy of the Lich King. Countless years have passed, and the wish of the God of Shadows has finally been granted to you. When Ying looked at this Lin Yue, there was an indescribable sigh in his eyes.

"And then. Why did Arthas pass the Lich King to Neozu?"

"I don't know. You'll have to wait to find it yourself. I've already told you what I know. Come on, I'll take you somewhere. Keichi turned and walked out of the room.

Lin Yue followed Ying Yi's steps closely, but thought about the story he had just told him.

Soon, the two of them came to another room, which looked like a huge altar, covered with various runes and magic circles. And in the very center of the room, on top of a piece of ice, stuck an axe.

At the moment of seeing this axe. Lin Yue felt the trembling of Frost's sorrow, this had happened once before, when he was fighting against Gulgosok's bow. Lin Yue pulled out the Frost Sorrow, and the shadow standing behind him let out a long sigh after seeing the Frost Sorrow, "Go, that's the weapon left to you by the God of Shadows, get him, you are the new Lord of Shadows." ”

Lin Yue slowly stepped forward, and the frost sorrow in his hand trembled even more. Lin Yue clearly felt the emotion from the sorrow of frost, which was a very cheerful feeling, just like the joy of the ancients reuniting.

Lin Yue swapped Frost's Grief to his left hand. Then he slowly stretched out his right hand and grasped the handle of the axe. Moment. The scene in the room changed, Lin Yue found himself on top of a high mountain, and in the distance, there were two people standing. Pulling out the axe vigorously, Lin Yue held the sword in his left hand and the axe in his right hand, and walked up slowly.

The two of them didn't seem to feel Lin Yue's savings, and Lin Yue found that one of them was holding a frost sorrow in his hand, while the other was holding the axe in his hand. Could it be that these two people in front of him are Arthas and the god of shadows? The two of them just stood on the edge of the cliff, looking into the distance, without the slightest movement. After a long time, the god of shadows with the axe spoke, "Are you really going?"

Arthas remained motionless, and the God of Shadows continued, "Let me go with you. ”

"No, Shadow, you have your task to do, he, leave it to me. I was destined to fight with him, whether it was success or failure. Arthas disappeared into thin air without waiting for the god of shadows to speak.

And the scene around Lin Yue actually changed again, I thought I should return to the previous room, but I didn't expect it to be a new place again. There was snow everywhere here, and the biting cold wind reminded Lin Yue of the Icecrown Fortress. In the distance, Lin Yue saw that Arthas was confronting an elf, and quickly approached, Lin Yue wanted to see more clearly.

Arthas rushed forward, Frost Sorrow glistening in his hand and whispering a long groan, longing for Illidan's death as much as his master. The elf didn't seem to be at all intimidated by the surprise attack, and raised his double-bladed weapon to parry with the most leisurely movements. Frostmourn had slashed many powerful ancient swords before, but this time it slashed at the glowing green metal, with only a clang, followed by a piercing sound of blades grinding against each other.

Arthas held on, and Illidan smirked at him, causing Arthas to worry again. Illidan had really changed since absorbing the Skull of Manolos, at least he had become stronger than before. Illidan let out a low, shrill laugh, then pushed hard. Arthas was forced to stagger backwards, and fell to one knee struggling to fend off the onslaught of demons.

"It's a great feeling to come back from a defeat to a win. Illidan said with a low growl. "If you can play a good game, Death Knight, maybe I'll reward you when I do it. ”

Arthas had no time to heed his insults. He gritted his teeth and was preoccupied with parrying the stormy attack. Illidan's weapon danced faster and faster, like a swirling green light. Arthas could feel the demonic energy emanating from the blade, just as he knew that Illidan could also feel the cold darkness emanating from Frost Sorrow.

Suddenly, Illidan vanished, and Arthas threw himself forward by inertia and lost his balance. He heard the flapping of wings, and turned to see that Illidan had flown up, hanging high beyond the reach of Arthas, his huge wings puffing out of the wind.

They looked at each other. Arthas held his breath, noticing that the battle had not had no effect on Illidan either. His muscular lilac body shone with sweat. Arthas stood still, holding Frost Sorrow ready for Illidan to swoop down and launch a new offensive.

However, Illidan's next move was unexpected. He laughed and raised his weapon in both hands, splitting it in two with a series of rapid movements. Now he holds a blade in every powerful hand.

"Look at the Essinos Twin Blades!" Illidan said with satisfaction, and he soared upward, his blade whirling in his left and right hands. Arthas realized that his hands were equally dexterous. "Two magnificent blades that can be used as a deadly weapon...... Or, as you can see, take it as two. This was once the beloved weapon of a Doom Guard, he was a powerful demonic officer, and I killed him. That was 10,000 years ago. How long have you been fighting with this sword, human, and how much do you know about it?"

These words were meant to make the Death Knight nervous, but on the contrary, he was cheered up. Illidan may have held the weapon for a little longer, but Frost Grief was tied to each other's souls. Not so much a sword as an extension of his own body. He knew this when he first arrived in Northrend and saw it for the first time. When he first looked at it, he was sure that the sword was waiting for him, and there was a connection between them. Now he felt Frost Sorrow tremble eagerly in his hands, as if to prove that they were all of a sword. ...

The blade shone brightly. Illidan fell like a stone straight towards Arthas. Arthas roared and swung Frostmourn upwards to meet the downing demons, never before could he swing his runic sword with such confidence as he slashed at his foes. He felt the sword digging deep into his flesh, just as he expected. Arthas jerked a deep wound in Illidan's body, satisfying to hear the ex-Cadore's screams of pain.

However, the bastard hadn't fallen yet. Illidan flapped his wings wildly, barely keeping himself dangling in the air. Under Arthas's shocked gaze, his body seemed to become dark and twisted...... It's like black, purple, and green smoke swirling.

"That's what you brought me. Illidan exclaimed, his already thick voice now even deeper, causing Arthas to feel a shudder from within. Billowing black smoke condensed into the demon's face, lining his eyes even brighter. "This gift, this power, will completely destroy you!"

Arthas fell to his knees and let out a scream from his throat. Blazing green flames spread along his armor, scorching his flesh and skin, dimming even the blue glow of Frost Sorrow. In the midst of his own screams of pain, he heard Illidan laugh loudly. Then, demonic flames poured down on him, and Arthas gasped and threw himself forward. When the flames were extinguished, the Death Knight saw Illidan swooping down to take his life. At that moment, he felt the ancient rune sword still clenched in his hand, encouraging him to get back up and fight.

The Frost Sorrow belongs to him, and he belongs to the Frost Sorrow, and they are invincible with the sword.

Just as Illidan raised his twin blades to strike a deadly blow, Arthas raised Frostmourn and stabbed it upwards with all his might. He felt the connection of the rune sword to him, felt it eat into the flesh and pierce deep into Illidan's body.

Illidan fell heavily to the ground, blood gushing out of his ** body, melting the snow around him and letting out a long hissing sound. His chest rose and fell with his breath, the twin blades that had been touted before were now useless, one of them flew out of his hand, and the other was still in his hand, but he was powerless to grip it. Arthas stood up, the evil flames that Illidan had thrown had not yet been completely extinguished, causing a slight tingle in his body. He stared at Illidan for a long time, as if he wanted to remember the scene. He wanted to deliver the final blow to the demon, but in the end he decided to let the relentless cold of the Northland take his life. At this moment, his heart burned with burning longing, and he turned to look up at the spire that stood like a tower.

In the end, Arthas won the final victory at the feet of the Lich King. Instead of killing Illidan, the Death Knight let him live to "enjoy" the rest of his miserable life. (To be continued......)