Infinite Heroes Seat

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In the Northrend Continent, a snowy peak stood high in the sky in the snow and ice, and the ring-shaped mountain was pointed straight at the sky like a sharp sword. It seems that only it exists between the vast, lonely, vast world. The crystal peaks, the dazzling sunlight, and the pale brilliance are scattered, and the cold is daunting. The loneliness and bitter cold are like the scenery that has been passed down from ancient times. Eternity does not change, but in this loneliness, this snow-white world seems to have a different kind of beauty, attracting people to fall into that cold eternity.

Under the mountain peak, a lonely figure crouched, stumbling **** this snow-covered mountain road.

That was the death knight Arthas, the former prince of Lordaeron.

At this time, in him, there is no joy of success, no pride of arrogance, no even a little bit of arrogance of the undead king, like a patient who is dying tortured by fate and curse. Dragging his body in such exhaustion, little by little, towards the end of fate.

At the foot of the mountain, countless undead watched here, watching their king move towards the coronation, the faint blue fire light in the skull kept shining, and ear-piercing wailing one after another in the mountains.

However, Arthas didn't notice at all. He repeated those painful and helpless memories over and over in his mind, which was the tragedy of his life. There seemed to be a voice lingering in his mind, warning him not to make mistakes again and again, but this failed to stop the prince from walking towards the Frozen Throne.

finally. In the bitter cold, Arthas came to the top of the Frozen Throne.

A huge ice crystal stood there, with a skeleton-like figure faintly reflected in it.

That is Ner'zhul, the Lich King. The forger of Frostmourne, the creator of all tragedies in the death knight.

However, in front of Ner'zhul's ice crystal, there was another figure standing there, a figure that shouldn't have appeared here.

But Arthas was not surprised that this person would appear here. He just shook Frostmourne in his handshake indifferently, and then whispered, "Are you here?"

Mo Wen raised his eyebrows slightly, but the death knight's reaction was somewhat unexpected. Compared with the former impetuous and fierce leader of the dead, the death knight at this time is a bit deep and terrifying. The calm temperament was as calm as ice, which made one's heart palpitating.

"You are much stronger than before, and you don't seem to be surprised that I will be here?"

He tilted his head slightly, Mo Wen's eyes narrowed, and for the first time he looked squarely at the enemy in front of him.

The death knight gently stroked the rune on Frostmourne with his hand. Then he said calmly: "Killing and sinking constantly, the closer I get to the darkness, the calmer my heart will be, and then I want to understand a lot of things."

His gaze swept across Mo Wen indifferently, and landed on the ice crystals of the frozen Ner'zhul.

"I have been in constant conflict with you. Your strength is stronger than me, but you didn't kill me. Obviously you have a conspiracy against me. Then it's not hard to guess the result!"

"You need me, or you need my Scourge Corps, and this is obviously the most suitable location. If you kill me and Ner'zhul, the natural disasters are naturally yours!"

Little by little, he talked about Mo Wen's conspiracy, but Arthas's expression remained unchanged, as if the person being calculated was not himself.

"Wonderful! You are much smarter than before, at least not so brainless!"

Crisp applause sounded on the Frozen Throne, and Mo Wen clapped twice. However, under Alsace's cold eyes, he stroked his nose with some embarrassment. Put down the palm of his hand again.

The current death knight is no longer the idiot who was played around by him in the past, but a king with a curse and resentment. The small tricks of the past can only be humiliated by himself.

The faint white light gathered in Mo Wen's hand, and finally condensed into a big sword inlaid with precious jade.

"Cinderbringer, the sword I prepared for you!"

With an unprecedented solemnity on his face, Mo Wen gently stroked the sword in his hand, and the next moment a bright holy light burst from the Ash Messenger, and the boiling light burned like a flame.

Ashbringer

Grade: a

Category: Treasures for People

The magic weapon cast by the shadow crystal infused with the holy light has two diametrically opposed powers, the shadow and the holy light.

Although he is not as strong in faith as Silver Hand Lord Tirion Fording, Mo Wen is better in terms of power. Since Naxxramas snatched the Ashbringer back, he has taken a lot of hands and feet. In the end, the Ashbringer and Mograine's soul were purified away together, and now the Ashbringer was restored to the glory that the undead turned into ashes wherever he went.

Facing the dazzling light in Mo Wen's hand, Arthas had a wave of waves in his eyes for the first time.

His hand stroked the cold tip of Frostmourne, the sharp blade pierced the palm of his hand, but there was no drop of blood. Watching all this silently, a trace of sadness and a trace of drunkenness flashed in the death knight's eyes, but in the end he pointed the sword at Mi Wen.

"Frostmourne, now-everything to me!"

There was a brief silence, the sword tips pointed at each other, and neither of them spoke.

Above the Frozen Throne, the north wind roared frantically with ice and snow, and large snow flakes with goose feathers fell from the sky and slowly passed between the two of them.

The next moment, the two moved at the same time, and the snow was torn to pieces with ease like a piece of paper, and the two crystal blades flew together in the wind and snow.

An indescribable loud noise rang from the top of the mountain, and the invisible impact spread from the top of the mountain, wave after wave, shattering all the clouds in the sky.

The undead under the mountain watched, and saw a beam of light rising from the top of the icy snow. The two colors were entangled and hovered to the sky.

The dazzling golden glow keeps shining, like the shining majesty of the sky, bright and dazzling.

The gloomy deep blue condenses silently, like an abyssal glacier, unchanging forever.

Intertwined and collided with each other. The magic of two different colors eroded each other, representing the scorching light of justice, and the cold magic of death. The tips of the needles do not give way to each other like wheat. The iron-like sound of the furnace continued to sound on the top of the mountain, and the violent vibration made the entire mountain tremble. The snow and ice covering the mountain slowly slid, and finally turned into a torrent to rush down. The avalanches one after another, never stopped, as if the end is coming, wantonly venting their brutality.

Numerous undead creeping on the ground. Praying to the beautiful beam of light, it was like seeing your own king.

Time gradually passed. The confrontation between gold and blue became more and more obvious. Accompanied by the loud sound of weapon collision, the entire sky was stained with two colors by the beam of light rising into the sky, in this far north. It formed an extremely splendid spectacle, and the world of gold, blue, and white easily captured everyone's attention.

However, just when the spectacle of this scene for everyone will continue forever, abnormal changes have emerged.

In that golden light, a bright red suddenly appeared, first a trace, then a trace, and finally a patch, just a few moments. The crimson color squeezed into the gold and blue, becoming the fourth color between the world and the earth.

Brilliant gold and brilliant red, the two colors blend together. Then fiercely pressed towards the blue.

Struggling frantically, roaring distortedly, the blue keeps resisting and hitting repeatedly, but it is still constantly being consumed and eroded.

At the end of the mountain, after a crisp cracking sound, the crackling sound of the holy light and the roar of the dragon flooded everything. In the sky, a wave of gold and red colors completely suppressed the dazzling blue. Finally swallowed up.

Then everything was over, the two colors of gold and red gradually dissipated, and the iron-like roar also calmed down.

The world returned to silence, if it weren't for the falling snow under the mountain, I'm afraid everyone would think that nothing had happened.

The undead crawled on the ground and did not get up. They don't know who will win or lose, but they know that the king will be crowned today.

However, there was an undead who was different. He actually stood up and started walking towards the top of the mountain step by step along the steps on the mountain.

It was a middle-aged elf with long silver-white hair.

On the top of the mountain, Mo Wen panted and sat wearily on the ground, sweat slid down his forehead, dripping on the ground little by little.

But the death knight Arthas lay on one side, with broken Frostmourne scattered beside him, with Ashbringer stuck in his chest.

The entire mountain top seemed to have been ploughed by a hurricane, with deep scratches everywhere, except for the ice crystals of the Lich King.

Then, hearing the sound of Sasha's footsteps, the middle-aged elf came up from the steps little by little.

Looking at that figure, Mo Wen just smiled and greeted leisurely.

"Long time no see, my father, how are you?"

Anastrian didn't reply, his eyes swept across the death knight's body on the ground, and then fell on the Lich King's ice crystals. The flames in his eyes flickered, and finally he looked at Mo Wen and asked: " Kael'thas, my son, what the **** are you doing?" After getting a lot of information on spiritism from Kel'Thuzad, it couldn't be easier for Mo Wen to perform hands and feet in the natural disaster's undead transformation ritual. Since becoming the day the undead awakens, Anastrian has retained his consciousness, and since then he has been thinking about what his son is doing.

For the past few hundred years, he has been attracted by his son's talents, proud of him, and attention to him. It was not until the moment of his resurrection that Anastrian realized that he had never known him.

The tragedy of Quel'Thalas undoubtedly has the shadow of his son. Otherwise, the rune enchantment will not be changed only by Silvermoon City. The silvermoon forest is wider in scope, and the Sunwell is not in terms of importance. Inferior to the former.

"Me? What do I want?" Listening to Anastrian's question, he couldn't help laughing, he stood up, and walked to the Lich King's ice crystal in two steps.

"What I want is naturally the whole world, Father!" Fingers are like knives, and ice chips are splashing everywhere. Mo Wen actually inserted his palm into the huge ice crystal with his flesh, and when he retracted it, It brought out a rusty crown.

"So I need the power of the undead, father, will you help me?"

Anastrian was silent, but Mo Wen didn't care much, and powerful mental power kept pouring into the crown in his hand, performing small tricks one by one.

Anastrian is not Arthas, and Mo Wen can't guarantee that he will have the upper hand when he merges with the Lich King, so some insurance measures are indispensable.

"I will build a beautiful country of elves, where no one can threaten us anymore!"

While doing the work at hand, Mo Wen said to the former elf king while catching traces.

With a light sigh, Anastrian made a choice. As the once king of elves, his attachment and responsibility to the race made him unable to refuse this condition, even if he is now an undead.

"what do I need to do?"

He walked slowly to the front of the ice crystal, and slowly sat down on the broken throne ~www.wuxiamtl.com~Fuse the Lich King, and then-accompany me to destroy the night elves! "

Gently placing the processed crown on Anastrian's head, a smile suddenly burst out from the corners of Mo Wen's mouth. In the cold ice and snow, the smile appeared so dazzling that it made people feel unconsciously. A frigid coldness came to his face.

Anastrian felt black before his eyes, and then he sank into a wonderful world.

At the same time, all the undead of Azeroth seemed to have sensed them. They looked to the north, knelt down, worshipped, and celebrated the birth of their king! (To be continued)

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