Azeroth Trail of Light

Mishilsa Anel, this is the ghost child that Dick found under the abyss of Icecrown Glacier.

The childhood image of Arthas Menethil represents the only light and hope left in his soul. The Lich King threw away the heart that would make him weak, and also tore a part of his soul completely. Anel stayed in that eternal dark ice prison.

But more obviously, the Lich King may not know that Anel did not die, but persisted, like hope, once born, it is difficult to be completely destroyed.

And after the darkness belonging to the Lich King was finally defeated, Arthas who remained in his body was also awake when he was still dead.

Although Dick had promised to save Alsace long before this tragedy happened, when he saw his situation now, Dick also knew...that he could not be saved.

The bond between him and this body is too deep, and the bond between him and Frostmourne of the Demon Sword is already too deep. After the Demon Sword was smashed and the body was destroyed, this trace of soul could not be saved.

In the end, Dick failed to do what he promised, and he still failed to save Arthas, the bitter prince, the lone walker who led him as a friend in the end, and the one who defended everything for himself, willingly fell into Poor man in the dark.

"No need to apologize... Dick, my friend."

Arthas's face looked thin because of long-term exposure to death and darkness. After the dark power was defeated, the icy blue undead fire in his eyes also dissipated at this moment. He looked at Dick, hard, almost With the last trace of strength, he opened a grin,

"You are here, that's enough, I... didn't expect to be saved, I did so many wrong things... Death is just the slightest punishment... Child, your name is... What's your name?"

Anel hid behind Dick with some fear. The Paladin reduced the light and patted him on the shoulder. This action seemed to give him courage. He walked out from behind Dick and pinched the corner of his clothes. Replied in a low voice,

"My name is Mishirsa Anel, Your Majesty... I have been guarding your treasure for you! But I accidentally lost it, I'm sorry..."

Arthas was stunned for a moment, then realized what Anel was talking about "treasure". He shook his head with difficulty, threw the only broken sword in his left hand aside, and stretched out towards Anel. The latter also stretched out his hand timidly and put it on the cold hand, and then he heard Arthas say,

"You did a good job... Anel, you have to live well and live again in place of me... You are free."

"Yeah!"

Just as Arthas uttered the word "freedom", Anel let out a cry of exclamation. The blue flames continued to spread on his body. Where the flames flowed, Anel was weak. The soul became solidified. Obviously, this was Arthas’s last blessing to the child. He completely cut off Anel’s connection as a part of his soul and gave him a new existence, as the former Lich King. Alsace has enough ways to do this incredible thing.

Dick watched this scene quietly, and no one disturbed everyone until Anel's reshaping was completed. Dick took out the little lantern that had become brighter and brighter from his arms, and he looked at Arta. S,

"There is a special soul who wants to talk to you, my friend, you won't want to miss it, so... hold on."

The paladin’s left hand brushed across the surface of the lantern, and a wisp of purple soul floated out of it, staying beside Arthas, and finally formed the image of an old man with a crown. He was wearing a white robe and still on his clothes. There are various decorations and a golden ribbon, which all represent his identity.

When they saw the old man, Old Fording and Mograine exclaimed at the same time, then leaned over and bowed. Even Uther, who was standing in the distance, couldn't help turning his head, and lowered himself proudly. 'S head,

"Your Majesty Terenas!"

The old man turned his head and beckoned to his old courtier, "Tirion, Alessandro, and Uther, it’s really nice to see you again... But please allow me to be selfish, I I must leave the last time to me and my son."

King Terenas, the king who was killed by Arthas himself, his father, the old king, leaned down and stroked Arthas' bone-white hair with imaginary fingers, and a heavy touch flashed across his old face. And sadness,

"Alsace, my child, see how he tortured you, child, I’m sorry, I shouldn’t let you go to East Dalungmir back then. It’s my stubbornness that led you to this article. No return."

"No, father... this is my destiny."

The light in Alsace’s eyes became weaker and weaker, but there was no hatred, no anger, no coldness, but peace. He looked at the old man in front of him, struggling to stretch out his hand, and the old man’s Hold hands together.

"Father, I'm sorry, sorry for what I did... I was wrong... forgive me."

The ghost of King Terenas sighed, and he also gave a smile of relief.

"Remember what I taught you at the beginning? My child, there is no eternity in kingship, but we should be grateful that everything is over. All darkness and suffering are over today."

"Ahem... There used to be darkness before my eyes... but now, I see at least a glimmer of light."

Arthas looked at Dick for the last time, with gratitude in his eyes.

"Thank you for the present, my friend...bye..."

The farewell time is over. At the moment Arthas closed his eyes, a faint white flame suddenly appeared on his body, just like the scene when Hela died, the faint white flame burning quickly. , Almost in the blink of an eye, Arthas' body, his soul, and even the soul of King Terenas, were ignited in the white flame, burned, and finally turned into ashes, in the whistling and rotating cold. The wind blows from the top of the broken Ice Throne towards the Icecrown Glacier, and to a farther place.

At this moment, the mountains and rivers of Northrend rang.

At this moment, the icy north wind howled.

At this moment, the undead of Azeroth roared in unison.

At this moment, the whole world felt the passing of a certain great man.

In the distant eastern kingdom, the inner hall of Stratholme Palace, Kaliya looked at the breezy window with feeling, she opened the window, and the naughty wind blew into the room, leaving it on her face. Gave a gentle kiss.

On the Broken Ice Throne, everyone watched the end of this scene quietly. Velen remembered the condolences of the draenei prayers, and Woking also lit the incense of the trolls' farewells. A dark era ended here. Up.

This solemn atmosphere, until the appearance of an unexpected episode, when everyone did not notice, Uther, who had been standing on the edge of the throne, took a deep breath. He closed his eyes and took a step forward. All fell into the air below the throne platform.

"No! Uther!"

Old Fording was the first to discover this accident. He quickly rushed to the edge of the throne, but there were others who were faster than him. Dick seemed to have expected this scene a long time ago. He waved his left hand outwards and kept quiet. The 8 Valkyrie Valkyrie who stayed in the sky of the throne turned into 8 streams of light and rushed under the throne. A few seconds later, Uther, who was struggling, was dragged back onto the platform forcibly by them.

"Let go of me! Bastard!"

Probably there is nothing more embarrassing than making up your mind to die without accomplishing it, but Uther has no chance to try again, because Old Fording and Mograine are already on the left. He framed his body on the right and dragged him to the center of the throne. After the war, everyone was exhausted and wounded all over. Even the old priest Velen felt a trace of fatigue. Everyone sat cross-legged in a circle. The death lord just lowered his head, and after a few seconds, he said,

"You guys... let's go!"

Uther's voice became distracted, he felt a trace of unconcealable exhaustion from his dark body, his firm face was full of confusion, he looked up and saw what was rapidly dissipating from Dick's hands on the top of his head. The purple storm in the lantern waved to his companion,

"Let's go! Leave here forever...Don't come back again..."

"What about you? Uther? Are you planning to commit suicide like this?"

Old Fording looked at Uther incomprehensibly, "I don't understand. When you were stabbed by Arthas, even if you chose to fall into the darkness, you must survive strongly. Why do you want to survive after victory? Choose this cowardly way?"

"Because of this!"

The death knight put the bone sword in his hand on his leg. He glanced around, and finally sighed, "I survived because of revenge, and also because of revenge, I don't know why I should live... Al Sath is dead, my existence is meaningless, the world of the living is disgusting to me, the whispers of apocalypse block my destiny, life and death can never coexist... I just, I just don’t want to be on the battlefield with you one day Encounter... Frankly speaking, after Arthas's death, can you really accept the Knights of the Black Blade? In your eyes, is there really a difference between us and the Undead Scourge?"

Uther’s words silenced everyone. Even the wise Velen sighed at this moment, and Saurfang, the bravest, made a very apt summary.

"Maybe we can, after all you have proven yourself on the battlefield... but the people..."

"Okay! Stop discussing this stupid question!"

Dick suddenly raised his left hand and interrupted everyone’s silence. He raised his head and looked at Uther, his eyes full of seriousness.

"Azeroth may not be able to accept the Knights of the Ebon Blade, but another world can! Uther, you have met Illidan. I think you also heard about the status quo of Draenor from the refugees who returned not long ago. Many things have not been told to you before, because the time is too late. Now that the scourge of natural disasters has been eliminated, it is time to put this matter on the table."

The paladin’s eyes closed slightly, but his voice became deeper and deeper, “Uther, you have participated in the battle of Mount Hyjal and have seen the destructive power of the Burning Legion, but that is not the first time, and it will definitely not be the last. Under that frightening shadow, Azeroth has never been safe! In the face of the ever-present threat, the undead natural disasters are just a trivial wave."

"I have a complete plan with Illidan, and have reached the most critical moment. You said that the Black Blade Knights has no reason to exist. I will find a reason for you!"

"Even the Undead Scourge... Without the control of the Lich King, the Undead Scourge will consume the entire world, so it cannot exist in this world, but I will give it a new mission, a mission that no one can refuse. The army of the dead will change from a shadow that threatens the world to a sword that protects the world. Most importantly, it will always be in our hands! And it will never threaten Azeroth again!"

Dick opened his eyes, Master Anvena, who had just recovered a bit of strength, ran to the distance, picked up the dimmed helmet of dominance, and placed it in Dick’s palm. The Paladin raised it up. Hold high,

"What I hold in my hand is a cruel fate...but it does not belong to Azeroth, nor does it belong to the living...Uther, are you willing to accept this fate until the soul is dead forever? You Are you willing to fight for eternal peace in the endless time from now on? Are you willing to give everything you have just to protect the world under your feet?"

Everyone's expressions became serious. Mograine and Saurfang seemed to want to ask something, but they were stopped by Old Fording and Velen. Everything that happened before them could not be disturbed, because it meant that Legacy of a Lich King...

Yes, even if they had just killed the second Lich King, but now, they have to elect the third Lich King because Dick was right.

Without the control of the Lich King, the violent undead natural disasters will devour everything. Under that amount, the whole world cannot avoid it, and it seems that Dick has a complete plan for how to place the undead natural disasters.

Faced with the helmet of dominance that Dick sent to hand, Uther's eyes were closed tightly. Obviously, the death lord was also doing fierce confrontation and struggle in his heart, but in the end, Dick’s sentence " The Ebon Knight’s new mission" still touched him. Uther is not a real undead. He still has his own complete feelings. For those loyal and fearless subordinates, he really can’t bear to see them end up with one. The end of the betrayal.

So after 3 minutes of silence, Uther opened his eyes. The confusion has disappeared. Instead, he has regained his firm gaze.

"Yes, I do!"

Dick took a deep breath and took out the Wind Chasing Sword from the ring, and then motioned Uther to kneel in front of him, like a knight awarded by a king. Dick held the helmet of dominance in one hand and the other. With a long sword in his hand, Velen, Old Fording, Woking, Saurfang, and Mograine stood as witnesses on both sides of the broken ice throne.

Dick said loudly,

"Death Lord Uther, above the sky and earth of Azeroth, in the gaze of all souls, in the testimony of the most noble warriors in the world, you will take on a heavy mission, please follow I swear!"

"Long night is coming, I will watch from tonight, and I will stop until I die!"

"I will not retreat, fear, or shrink."

"I will not wear a crown, nor will I compete for honor. I will do my duty faithfully and live and die."

"I am the sword of death in the dark, the silent blade that resists evil, the undead defender who shatters the world, the eternal light at dawn, the bone horn that awakens the sleeper, and the immortal legion that guards Azeroth."

"I dedicate my lost life and silent glory to the night watchman!"

"It's like this tonight, every night."

Dick said, Uther followed, and the voices of the two people became louder and louder. Until the end, even Saurfang and Mograine could not help clenching their fists. The cold air was overflowing. With endless solemnity and solemnity.

After the last oath was said, Dick raised the long sword and gently pressed it on Uther's left and right shoulders, and then handed the long sword to Anel beside him, holding the helmet of dominance in both hands, holding it down. Placed on top of Uther's head,

"In the name of the Council of the Azeroth Titan Guardian, the temporary Great Guardian Dick Bronzin Tang, I give you this responsibility. From now on, there will be no more undead natural disasters, and you will become the Night Watch Legion. The leader of, went to Draenor in the Broken World, and will not return to Azeroth for no reason until the threat of the Burning Legion is eliminated!"

"The eyes of Azeroth and the Guardian are watching you, Uther, use the power in your hand carefully! If you can't bear this responsibility, then it's best to end it yourself. A real monster!"

At the moment when the Helm of Domination and Uther’s spirit were connected, the Death Lord let out a muffled groan, and the death ruling in his hand also made a roar, and his body was trembling continuously, until 10 minutes later, Wu Thrall opened his eyes, and two pale blue lights flashed in his eyes.

"The Night's Watch Legion is in place... When shall we head to Draenor?"

Facing this question, Dick shrugged and pushed Anel, who was ignorant behind him, in front of Uther.

"That's not in a hurry. It will take time for the wizards to restart the Dark Portal, but before that, Uther, this is your new disciple, and your best deputy and heir. You'd better train this kid, he The potential is amazing."

"Why? Is it just because he has some kind of relationship with Alsace?"

"No...because of Frostmourne, this child has reached a special connection with the fragments of Frostmourne. I believe you will not be willing to give up such a help, will you?"