Magicians always like to carry their staffs, which is the ...... of most magicians Habit.

Maybe it's also tradition. It really doesn't have the sharpness of a spear, the weight of a hammer, or the sharpness of a sword.

I don't know if that cane is all magical, or made of some special material, or has some special function, like being able to fly in the sky if you can clip it in the crotch of your pants or something. Maybe it's a commemoration, or maybe it's a sign, a pure sign.

He grasped the cane in his right hand and helped his dear man with his left, but his dear man seemed to be a little unable to bear the pain.

It wasn't easy for him to think of reaching out to help Sylvanas at this time, but the price he paid for it was that I could calmly shoot a fourth arrow at him.

The third arrow was blocked by him with a spell, and this fourth arrow ...... Ha! I waited for him to hold the two women up.

Then the two women fell to the ground again.

Just then the sound of horses' hooves came from behind me and stopped behind me. I drew the fifth arrow and put it on the string, and Arthas said, "You...... Having fun? ”

"I'm destroying the enemy." I say.

"Don't waste time." He said.

"This man is worth wasting his time." I shot the arrow again.

All three of them were looking at us, and I could feel the expressions on their faces, not too close.

"You know?" Arthas asked.

"Know, and...... She was here in Lordaeron herself after you were born. I said.

"Do I know?" He asked.

"You may not know her, but you must have heard of her sister." I replied.

"Who?"

"Lady Tulayan."

"That's Aurelia's sister?" Alsace was instantly interested.

"And her brother-in-law." I say.

Arthas let out a meaningful exclamation. "You're doing a great job." As he spoke, he rode past me and walked toward the three men.

Alsace was ready to deal with it himself, and I hurriedly walked beside him, "I'll take care of it." I said.

"No, I'll come this kind of person myself."

The three men were still tugging when they saw Arthas walking slowly. I guess it's going to be the kind of "I'm going to save you!" "You go!" "No, I'm going to save you!" "I can't do it! You go! "I must save you!" "If you don't leave, you won't be able to leave!" "I'm fighting with them!" "Protect my sister!" "Nope! Sister! I'm not going! "Hurry up and sister!" "I don't want it! I'm going to die with you! "That's the kind of thing you ......

What do you think?

When we were only forty or fifty meters away from him, Sylvanas gave Winlessa a hard push, pushing her into Ronin's arms, and the woman turned around and fired an arrow at Arthas.

Arthas waved his hand, and the arrow was ricocheted away, and Sylvanas shouted for them to hurry away.

The woman rushed towards us, stumbling, blood running down her trousers, and she did so even though she had come to die.

Maybe that's what it's called...... Death as home, or ...... Sacrifice one's own interests for the sake of others.

And it was also in this last moment that she gave her last value of life as a living person.

Arthas did not pursue him, but allowed the man and woman to escape. He stomped on the woman who had been flipped to the ground.

"The man you protect is with the woman...... Fled. He said.

He didn't know Ronin, and he thought the man was Sylvanas's man, perhaps he thought that letting Sylvanas watch his man run away would make the woman even more sad.

By this time, Sylvanas had run out of oil, and there were no tears in her eyes, no hope, and the flame of life was about to be extinguished. She didn't respond, didn't react much, and seemed to be waiting for her life to come to an end.

"That man will forget about you, he will have a new love." Arthas's eyes were full of mockery. "At that time...... You've become a dry skeleton. He continued: "No one will remember you, no one will continue to love you, no one will care if you are buried in the ground or not." Tomorrow you will be forgotten, whether it is him or your companions, as if you never appeared. ”

I suddenly wanted to correct him, but on second thought, I might as well forget it.

"Do you like that?" He asked her, "Is this what you would like to see?" Arthas took his foot off her, "Will you trade your life for those people for their future happiness?" ”

These words made Sylvanas's eyes move, and her gaze showed a hint of determination, although her face was expressionless, but I could see a hint of happiness in her eyes, and she was happy.

But when I glanced at Arthas, there was a hint of anger in his eyes, and he frowned and stared at the dying woman. "What do you look like...... What do you mean? ”

Sylvanas, however, did not answer again, and closed her eyes, but her face showed a hint of relief and pleasure.

Arthas grabbed her by the clothes on her chest and grabbed her from the ground, shaking the corpse with his eyes closed. He gritted his teeth, and you could tell in his eyes that he was very angry right now.

He couldn't stand the contempt this woman had for him before she died.

She didn't belong to him when she was alive, but she couldn't help herself when she died.

It was the first time I'd seen him squeeze the remaining soul energy from the corpses around him, and the screams of the ghosts were creepy even during the day.

The spirits of the spirits who had just died were not far away, and they would not leave their bodies until their bodies were completely cold. Arthas summoned the spirits from the corpse and gathered around Sylvanas.

The ghosts were confused, wailing, grief, weeping, but Arthas didn't want them to be left to that way, and the cold air unleashed by the frost grief in his hands made the land around him frost. And the souls let out a shrill cry at the same time.

At this moment, the frost sorrow he lifted seemed to incarnate a black hole, and all the souls were pulled, drawn, they flew, and those souls howled and swirled around the sword.

The sword was no longer blue, nor iron gray, but pure black, and that black seemed to be a crack into which all the souls were squeezed.

The ritual didn't last long, and in just over a minute, the howls were completely gone. The black crack-like sword was raised in the air, and suddenly a blue power surged out from the black sword.

Arthas turned his sword upside down against Sylvanas's chest. At the same time, Sylvanas's corpse moved, and she jerked violently to see a pale blue soul being pulled out of her body.

But the soul apparently didn't want to cooperate, and her screams were so sharp that they made me want to cover my ears, not so much because they were uncomfortable but because they made me feel irritated.

The woman's soul is quite stubborn, in fact, Arthas is not unable to subdue her, but he is simply playing with her.

Playing with her soul seems to make Arthas happier than playing with her body.

I hadn't tried what it was like to be tormented by frost sorrow, and she told me that it made her rather go to ashes.

The tip of the sword stabbed into her sternum, Arthas didn't seem to use any force, but the sword slowly sank in. The woman struggled even harder, her soul screaming a little crazy. I looked at Arthas, and his expression was fierce and mad.

The ground around her turned from frosty white to inky black, and there was some black qi swimming on that black ground, which surrounded her and tried to climb onto her.

Suddenly, her corpse was like a sponge in the water, and those black qi were attracted to her body and drilled into her body.

It feels like ...... Scrambling to drill into it desperately.

As the black gas burrowed into her body, Arthas slowly pulled his sword out of her chest. Although the sword had left her body, the black qi flowing from the sword's body was still continuously burrowing into the wound on her chest.

He had never spent so much effort on anyone, and Kel'thugad's resurrection was nothing more than throwing his body into the water of a well.

That black thing might be a kind of energy, I guess so, but it should have a huge backlash. But I really don't know what Sylvanas was going to absorb at that time, if it weren't for Arthas's forced cessation of energy infusion...... The woman didn't know how much she would have to absorb.

After Arthas terminated the ritual, her body fell silent. It's just that the color of the skin is no longer rosy, it's a faint purple, a very pale purple, and that kind of red also feels a little ...... fake, and then gradually turned into a bleak ...... Well...... It should be called gray, and her originally blonde hair has also turned white.

I glanced at Arthas, there was no longer a hint of excitement on his face, and he looked at the woman on the ground with a serious expression.

Then, she opened her eyes.

It's just that those eyes are different from all the Death Knights and Walking Dead, they are a special red, a red full of hatred.