Scold......

I used to hear from kids, young guys...... Something makes me want to die. The word death is always on my lips when there is nothing to do.

At that time, I thought that when I was young, I would not understand the attitude of the old man towards time, life, death, and life that was running out and getting shorter.

Yes, they don't know what death is, and death seems very far away from them. Oh, if nothing else, they can live again...... Forty years, fifty years, sixty years, or even longer.

They had no idea what those decades were, what they were.

They shouldn't blame them for this, they don't know at all, but when they do, they don't have a chance.

I've also seen people with hard mouths who aren't afraid of death...... Ha! I've really seen people who are not afraid of death, but most people, the vast majority of people are afraid, the vast majority of people have no concept of death, they are not prepared, they have never thought that this kind of loss is different from other losses.

So when they are facing death, they are afraid, are they afraid of pain? No, it's more that they know that life is like this, that they are about to lose the opportunity to breathe, to eat, to sleep, to shit, to pee, to have sex, to be companion, to create, to create and all the opportunities.

That's what they're afraid of. They suddenly find that they no longer have the opportunity to do those things, to meet the people they want to meet, to do the things they want to do.

Who do you think of people before they die?

Think of your parents? Or friends? Or a partner, or a child?

Or maybe he couldn't think of anything at that time, and went straight into that near-death state, released, comfortable, indifferent, and bright.

No, why not cold and dark?

You haven't died, so you don't know what I'm talking about, do you? I still remember the expression on the face of the woman on the ground, but I didn't see relief, calmness, or peace in her eyes.

She died like this, she died in fear.

Suddenly Arthas found fun, and he began to grab people and throw them out of it.

What do you think of the people who were thrown out during the time they were flying in the air for thousands of meters?

Do you think they'll be scared? Looking at the ground getting closer and closer, they should be choosing a place for themselves to fall to their death, whether they hit a stone or fall to the ground. I wonder if they can still think of prayer or regret at this time.

Or are they only panicked and frightened and sad in their hearts at this time?

The Alsaces began to play with these people, and everyone here must have begun to regret it. But it's too late!

Tirio had been trying to get close to Arthas, raising the sword in his hand to slash the demon in front of him. But when Arthas showed the Lich King's abilities, he couldn't get close to it.

A whirlwind began to blow around Arthas's body, and as the wind enveloped him, his body began to blow outward, with a strong wind blowing around his body.

He strode towards some of the archers, who shot arrows at Arthas, and when they hit Arthas, he didn't care, and pulled them out.

Arthas raised his sword, and a black light shot at one of the archers, who screamed and flew away like a ball that had been kicked out.

Arthas is like a tiger chasing prey that has lost any ability to resist or even escape, and he is playing with it.

Hiss...... I suddenly remembered a game called Eagle Catching Chicks.

The old hen guards the front, stretching her arms to block the way of the person who plays the eagle, and the chicks behind the old hen line up in a row to avoid the eagle's capture as the old hen adjusts.

But at this time, there was no old hen, and Tirio tried his best but couldn't help the fierce eagle at all.

He stabbed to death a warrior who rushed up with a sword, a paladin pounced on the Holy Light, Arthas raised his sword and slashed down from top to bottom, the guy tilted his body, and the holy light on his body blocked the sword, but Arthas flew up with a kick, and the guy rolled out ten meters directly.

He thrust his sword into the ground, and he opened his hands to meet one of the death knights who rushed up, and he snatched the sword from the death knight's hand, and he hit the man in the face with his left fist, and threw the sword on the ground with his right hand and pulled off the man's helmet.

"Traitor!" He gritted his teeth, "Traitor! I hate traitors above all! ”

His iron fist slammed into the man's face one after another, and the guy's face was instantly distorted. He threw the man to the ground, and when he stepped down, the man's head would never be restored to its original state with the best technology.

Looking at the frost sorrow stuck in the ground, which was still releasing energy, I moved my eyes to Arthas.

Alsace was playing hard at this point, and it was now a mere entertainment for him. I also didn't expect these elites to be incapable of being like this in front of him.

The elemental flames summoned by the shamans could not resist even a single sword under the Sword of Frostmourning. I was amazed at how quickly the vines and various spells summoned by the druids withered in front of the aura unleashed by Arthas.

He is truly invincible.

I participated in the battle of Yog-Saron, I participated in the battle of the Guardians, one was the Elder God, the other was the Titan Creation, the watcher and guardian of the world, and even the battle against the dragon.

But in front of the Lich King, none of this seemed to be a big deal. Withering, withering, rotting, shattering, boiling, everything that has to do with death has appeared in him, he can drain the blood of those people, absorb his life, let that person's flesh wither, rot, be frozen into ice sculptures and then slashed to pieces with a sword.

He's the Grim Reaper! He's the Grim Reaper!

He pressed his sword against the chest of a dead knight, and the blue energy spread along the sword, and as it was absorbed into the sword, I heard a cry of utter misery.

That cry came from a knight who had gone into battle, and there was no coward who could come here to fight, and there was absolutely no coward who could have mixed in. But this voice came from him, what kind of horror, what kind of fear could make such a person who was not even afraid of death cry like this?

Tirio rushed forward, but Arthas turned and pointed his sword at him, and in an instant a gust of wind blew, and the wind turned white and directly enveloped Tirio in it.

Anyone who wasn't a fool could see how terrible the situation was, and the wind came to an abrupt end when Arthas put away his sword. A large block of ice appeared in front of us, and Tirio was sealed inside, in a defensive stance.

Have you ever seen amber? The ice crystal clear was so crystal clear that I was breathtaking! And the Tirio inside comes to life.

Ha! The word was used perfectly, he stood there as if time had stood still, his body slightly bowed, a standard defensive stance. I could even see the look on his face, and it was a hallucination.

This hallucination is really ...... Makes me a little trance-like. I felt like he could move again at any moment, he wasn't dead, the expression and movement was amazing, I had never seen a sculpture or portrait that felt like that in reality.

But he froze, stopped, and everything came to a standstill.

When Arthas turned his head, I was honestly blown away by his domineering air.

He used to be the one named Alsace in my eyes. Minethiel's little boy, a proud young man, a haughty little prince. But just now, I was shocked by him, he has completed his transformation, he is the king! A true king.

And it wasn't just me who was blown away, but they too! All those who are still standing, who are not dead.

"Get on your knees!" Alsace's voice was not loud, but it made me feel infinite power, that domineering, that majesty, that unquestionable, unquestionable, unshakable!

"Get on your knees!" There was a sudden burst of rage, and even at this high altitude, this empty place exploded and made me feel trembling.

I twisted my head slightly, and I saw the hesitant warriors. They did hesitate! They were really scared! The feeling of fear can be seen from the outside, even if it is a slight deformation of their backs.

"So...... Die, all of you! Arthas pointed his sword at a death knight as he spoke, and in an instant, the fellow screamed, and he fell to his knees.

"Your life...... It's me who gave it! Arthas's voice was low, powerful, and filled with an endless sense of threat, a feeling that seemed as if he would immediately and completely deprive him.

"I can lend it to you, or I can take it back, of course...... The moment I took it back, it was decided that I would never forgive you, and you would never be worthy of forgiveness, I wanted you to suffer forever and forever, and I would let you know the fate of betraying me! ”

The Death Knight fell to his knees, allowing the energy in his body to be absorbed far into Arthas's sword. He was the same, and in the process of being absorbed, that heart-wrenching wail of pain was so piercing.

He fell, the light seemed to be weightless, and all that was left was the weight of the armor.

As he pointed his sword at the other man, a roar erupted from the crowd, and several orcs shouted "For the Horde!" "Rushed up.

But at this moment, I only heard a "bang", followed by a series of cracking sounds. The ground on which we were stepping exploded, and arms came out from underneath.

The scene was so shocking that I saw that this platform was not a simple platform, there was a layer of ice on it, and there were countless corpses frozen under the ice.

"I ...... The most hated...... Orcs! Instead of casting his magic with his sword, he waited for the three orcs to rush closer, swinging his sword and severing the arm of one orc, piercing the throat of another, and slashing off the head of another with a single sword.

Those who rushed up behind all died under his sword, and those who hesitated for a moment and didn't rush up couldn't run away at the moment, and the zombies that came out of the ice attacked them frantically, and they had no trouble dealing with these guys.

Arthas watched as the minions were slowing down, and he walked straight to the warriors.

At this time, they were actually frightened, and they actually began to turn around and run away. Someone tried to go down the stairs, but then the screams told me the end of the man.

There are also zombies who jump down together......

It's miserable!

He turned to look at me, then walked over to me.

To be honest, I really felt the pressure at the time, and I haven't experienced this pressure for a long, long time.

He walked past me, ignoring me, and walked straight up to Tirio, looking proud. He stood there staring at Tirio frozen inside.

Suddenly all the undead let out a roar, Arthas turned his head to look at me, and I also turned my head to look behind me, and there was not a single living person on this platform!

All down! All dead! The zombies picked up the swords on the ground and kept poking at the corpses on the ground. The unarmed lay on the ground tearing at the corpses of the men.

This scene made me frown.

I don't like these guys! Even in the twilight of Doom, I'm going to wipe them out. They are disgusting than the servants of the Elder Gods, those faceless creatures with tentacles on their heads!

Disgusting!

"You seem surprised." He said.

I turned to look at him, his helmet glowing blue, his white hair flying in the air.

"I just feel sick."

"Your dog eats when you're not looking." "They're just hungry, it's just a habit, it's just nature," he said. ”

"But what I'm saying is...... Aren't you surprised. ”

I snorted in my heart, "If you had such an ability back then, Illidan would have been killed by you." ”

He shook his head, "I'll find him, and then he'll be hanging there, too." He turned his head to look at the icicle. Following his gaze I looked over there, Bolvar. Furtagan hangs like a strip of air-dried meat.

"He's dead." I say.

"Then get the man who killed him." He said, "This kind of revenge is only I can avenge." ”

"How did you do that?" I asked.

"I am their king, what power do you think I should have?"

I sighed softly, "You won, as you wished." ”

"Do you regret it?" He asked.

I stared into his eyes, "No. ”

He was silent, and I could feel his displeasure. "That's not what I'm talking about."

"I know." I say.

"Maybe you deserve to be punished too." He said, "Betrayal...... Can't be forgiven! ...... forever"