Azeroth Trail of Light

As Arthas muttered to himself like a sleepwalking, and walked towards the evil sword, Muradin tried to grab him, but Arthas just looked back at him and let the dwarf let go. The prince's arm.

It’s not because Arthas is strong enough to fight against the King of the Dwarf Hill who has lived for 500 years, but because of his eyes, the look in Arthas’s eyes at this time, that kind of coldness, kind of mercilessness, kind of indifference, this is absolutely It's not the look in the eyes of a person who cares about his people.

Muradin felt the fear from the soul. He took off his battle axe and war hammer. Now, only weapons can give him a sense of security. The dwarf can feel that under this body, it is no longer the soul of Arthas. Yes, that's another person! No, that is a monster!

A monster has awakened!

"Don't go there!"

Just as Arthas' hand was about to touch the hilt of the magic sword, Muradin finally defeated his inner panic. The dwarf stretched out his sturdy left hand and threw it forward, and the warhammer in his hand melted. For a thunderbolt with lightning, it hit the magic sword.

The King of the Hill, this is the dwarf’s honorific name for the most powerful. Muradin is an old-style King of the Hill. His strength, even in Azeroth after 7 years, is superb. At least not much weaker than Uther, a veritable number one dwarf.

If this hammer hits, the magic sword without the user’s will will definitely be beaten away from a distance, but unfortunately, just when the warhammer is about to hit the sword of Frostmourne, there will be a burst of darkness. The magic suddenly tore the space and appeared beside Arthas. While blocking the warhammer, he gently pushed Arthas's body forward from the nightmare, which was about to wake up.

In the palm of his hand, Arthas could feel it, and his warm palm touched a block of ice. A trace of hesitation flashed across his face, but it was immediately replaced by firmness and persistence. He no longer resisted, but clenched the hilt of the sword.

"what!"

Arthas wanted to tame this jealous magic sword, and use it to command the undead to save his country, but when his spiritual power came into contact with this sword, he knew that he had been deceived!

This is not a sword with a soul at all, and it cannot be said to be tamed. In fact, this sword is like a cage specially designed for Arthas. When he came into contact with this sword, his soul , In the cunning and mysterious magic of the demons, they were abruptly torn in half.

Justice, light, perseverance, firmness, kindness, honesty, glory, guardianship, and kindness, these beautiful characters were drawn from the soul of Arthas and formed a faint figure.

But anger, evil, haze, viciousness, fierceness, darkness, tyranny, massacre, destruction, these negative personalities were rapidly strengthened, and the dark soul composed of these dark sides took over Alsace's body at this moment.

His blonde hair instantly turned pale as bones, and his blue eyes turned into indifferent gray. The golden knight armor on his body was enveloped by the black smoke that surged from Frostmourne. , Changed into the unique skeleton armor of the death knights, the reborn Arthas tilted his head and looked at the golden figure beside him that kept shaking his head.

He stepped forward, and the magic sword in his hand pierced the other self mercilessly.

When the magic sword was raised, Arthas became the first victim of this sword.

"You! ... You returned Alsace!"

Muradin witnessed this desperate and chilling scene throughout the whole process. Holding his battle axe in both hands, he leaped high, and with the strength of his whole body, he smashed into the head of the new death knight king. The blow was so fierce that behind Muradin, even the hard, frozen ground was torn apart under the anger of the King of the Dwarf Hill.

"clang!"

The magic sword and the battle axe fought together, Arthas blocked Muradin’s chopping with one hand, and the dwarf’s face showed incredible horror, but because the warhammer used for defense had been thrown out by him, So when the magic sword suddenly changed his move, Muradin could only stretch out his left arm, trying to block the blow.

"boom!"

The King of the Hill has a high magic resistance that makes all legal professions desperate, but all of this is meaningless in the face of Frostmourne that exudes endless cold.

Muradin’s body was marked with a terrible wound, and even the internal organs leaked out, but when the first drop of blood came out, it was frozen by the cold air that followed. The power of this sword is very powerful. Great, he smashed Muradin's body into the air, smashed through the entrance of the Forgotten Ice Cave far away, and fell into the roaring snowstorm outside.

The king of the hill knows his life or death.

"Huh!"

At the moment Arthas flew Muradin, a large group of purple bats appeared behind Arthas. They gathered together screaming and finally formed a guy that Arthas knew very well.

Mal'Ganis, the culprit at the source of the plague!

However, the Dreadlord at this time did not have the slightest desire to fight. It stretched out its sharp claws, scratched its ugly chin, looked at Arthas, and seemed to be looking at a commodity.

"Tsk tusk tusk, look at this sword, this is one of the most perfect weapons that my brother and I forged on the home planet back then. Ner'zhul’s wasteful soul was drawn, and it just barely matched this beautiful one. The ability of a weapon, but you...tsk, look at you, so weak, so stupid, how do you deserve this artifact?"

Mal'Ganis complained, but then it snapped its fingers, and a purple door appeared in the forgotten ice cave that was about to collapse. The Dreadlord didn't even look at Arthas.

"Hey, come with me and meet the prisoner of Ner'zhul. It's time to carry out the master's great plan... Ah, I have had enough of the cold of this **** planet. I want to extract the magma from the ground, like that. It’s warm enough, hahahaha...ah!"

Malganis, who was laughing wildly, suddenly let out a wailing. A black and blue blade, like a permanently frozen sword, pierced its chest from behind, as the most mysterious Nathrezim vampire demon. , The weapon of the world cannot harm its demon body, but Frostmourne is not a weapon of the world. It is one of the evil artifacts carefully crafted by the previous generation of Nathrezim, plus the Lich King Ner'zhul gave it Ability.

This sword actually had the power to kill Mal'Ganis when it was buried here.

"You... how dare you... ah!"

Malganis was hit hard, and he was about to transform into a bat to escape, but the expressionless Arthas opened his other hand, and a crazily rotating ice storm appeared beside Malganis and interrupted him. The process of turning it into a bat, and immediately after it heard the cold voice of Alsace.

"No one...can control me, you...you can't, Lich King, neither! And, do you really think...I forgot your fooling of me?"

The corrosive black force radiated from the blade that penetrated Mal'Ganis. Soon, the wailing Dreadlord turned into a black skeleton, and a body that fell to the ground. Purple gorgeous hideous armor.

"You are too reckless to do this!"

An old voice appeared in Arthas's heart, he did not respond, he knew who it was.

The big orc shaman imprisoned in Icecrown Glacier for betraying the devil, dominates the culprit of the destruction of a planet, the Lich King and Ner'zhul.

"The Nathrezim demons cannot be completely killed, but they will be resurrected in the void, and it will take a while, so they can barely hide Archimonde. Although you have caused me a lot of trouble, I Still have to say, well done! I've had enough of this **** idiot!"

Ner'zhul's old voice was full of joy. He was talking with Arthas. Although Arthas didn't say a word, it didn't prevent the old orc from talking very much.

"The demons thought their rough plan was seamless, but I modified it a little bit. I worked for them for decades, but in the end it ended up, so I have seen it open. The demons are definitely not a good collaborator. Rather than servile them humbly, why don't we enjoy this world exclusively? Look, you also have the power to control the undead. The best part is that we have been in contact since you held this sword."

"Then, I have said so much, dear King of Death Knights, can you tell me, what are you going to do next?"

Faced with this question, Arthas answered for the first time.

"Go back! My other half of the soul always hopes to save Lordaeron, because that is the country he will inherit. I think I am probably qualified to inherit that country."

Faced with this answer, Ner'zhul was not surprised.

"Well, good idea, a kingdom of the undead that disrupts the world, oh, by the way, don't you mind doing something for me?"

"Say!"

"Kel'Thuzad is a very good subordinate, I promised to "sublimate" for him, this matter is up to you! In exchange, I will give you the control of the Crypt Spider Demon I just conquered, go Come, subvert this stupid world!"

Arthas didn't seem to hear Ner'zhul's words. He walked silently into the blizzard step by step. The floating snowflakes seemed to fear this person. They fluttered in fours and threes and wanted to leave Alsace's side. , But the white-haired prince didn't care about it.

He stretched out his hand, pulled the hood on his back forward, put Frostmourne on his back, and disappeared into the white ice and snow step by step.

Thirteen days later, a special fleet docked in Nanhai Town. It was night. Looking at the quiet and peaceful scenery in front of him, Arthas was hidden in his eyes under his hood, but he no longer had the firmness and persistence he had left when he left. , He was indifferent like a dead man.

Farek and Maween, who also wore hoods, were guards from left and right behind Arthas. They were also silent. Behind them, the pale soldiers walked out of the cabin one by one. , The quiet dock became more gloomy.

"Ding!"

A swirling gold coin landed in front of the wharf keeper who was already frightened and anxious.

"Go to Lordaeron and tell the citizens that their prince is back! He will save this country!"