Evil will not deceive you

Kel'Thuzad no longer had any respect for Ner'zhul, because Ner'zhul's fate had been determined.

He had lost any possibility of moving forward, and Ner'zhul himself had no motivation to move forward again.

The thing is so strange. Although Ner'zhul is still the one who can easily kill him, Kel'Thuzad has lost all respect for him since he knew that there is no possibility for him to continue to become stronger.

This was especially true when he knew that Ner'zhul's power was only given by others.

But he didn't know if his fate was determined. He just knew that if Luo Ning could become the Lich King, his remaining conscience might feel better.

"Alsace, I hope you won't be too stubborn."

Such thoughts appeared in his mind.

But at this time, he also saw another inexplicable intruder, intruding into a destiny that did not belong to him, and it was time to choose his destiny.

Ronin has arrived.

In the endless wind and snow, the violent wind and the snow as big as goose feathers crazily hit the already very tired Luo Ning, as well as the seriously injured Krasus who has not yet recovered.

The spells of the two of them were of no use in this violent snowstorm, so when they saw the cave that was exactly the same as the one marked on the treasure map, the two of them did not react for a moment. They had found the cave they wanted. Find the place.

They were wrapped in thick fur clothes, but as soon as they stepped into this cave that was almost entirely made of ice and saw the thick, blue icicles, they all felt a heartfelt coldness, a different kind of coldness. The bone-chilling cold of Northrend.

And at the same time, they all felt a powerful, evil force!

"This is……"

The pupils of the two people couldn't help but dilate. Luo Ning, whose beard and eyelashes were frozen, realized something. He immediately picked up the treasure map and checked it before looking at the person who could best prove that they had reached their goal. Proof!

A sword.

A sword with a sheep's head, no, the head of an unknown creature, and engraved with strange runes!

The moment he saw the sword, his whole body warned him not to pull out the sword! That's not his destiny at all! This sword will take everything from him! It will completely plunge his life into darkness!

He should run away quickly! Run away from here far away!

Luo Ning could clearly feel that as he discovered the sword, the sword also 'discovered' him. He could feel that the huge power was slowly awakening and expanding towards him. It spread in the direction, making his throat seem to be strangled by something. He tried hard to breathe, but couldn't make any sound. In his mind, he kept thinking of himself holding a sharp sword and countless dead people under his hands. The scene of the spirit roaring towards Lordaeron's army made him feel even more frightened.

But at this moment, a hand was put on his shoulder, and his suffocating feeling disappeared instantly, but just when he looked over with gratitude, he almost screamed in fear!

That's the body of Crassus! Crassus's face was covered with traces of maggot gnawing, and even most of his flesh was exposed, showing his pale bones! And his eyes were flashing with disturbing blue flames!

"Master...are you okay?"

And Luo Ning not only saw Krasus's body, Vereesa, his parents, his teachers, his classmates, and his childhood playmates, they all became corpses, standing behind Krassus, using The eyes shining with blue flames looked at him!

There was no sign of life on their bodies, and there was nothing that could be said to be complete. They—

All dead.

Luo Ning could clearly feel their thoughts, their thoughts, their free will that was imprisoned by some terrible force, and their imprisoned, painful hearts!

He could feel that he could control these people at will, and the source...

Lowering his head tremblingly, Luo Ning saw a sword in his right hand, a sword shining with blue light!

Frostmourne!

At the same time, the dead souls looked at him in confusion, with smiles that seemed to be mocking, painful and resentful at the corners of their mouths.

"Owner?"

They made a sound, and their hearts lit up with a blue light, proving their cause of death.

No no no no! ! !

Luo Ning opened his eyes wide, and he felt like his heart was going to explode completely! Infinite terror struck his heart, causing his spirit to collapse all of a sudden!

He sat up suddenly and roared.

"No!!!"

Roaring out, Luo Ning felt that his heart was beating like crazy, but then he realized that he had not reached the place of Frostmourne at all, but was at the place where they camped before.

"This is……"

Luo Ning kept taking deep breaths, trying to get rid of the horrific scene he had seen before. But the extremely real feeling just now, as well as the terrible scenes he saw, were like maggots on the tarsus, unable to disappear from his mind.

He looked at the flying snow outside the cave and the fire still smoking, and thought it must be a nightmare, and the cold that made him uncomfortable was probably caused by the cold wind blowing after the fire was extinguished.

He looked at his hand and there was nothing on it.

"...Dream?"

Luo Ning couldn't help mumbling to himself.

"What’s wrong with you?"

A gentle voice suddenly appeared next to him. He turned around in shock and saw the person he had longed for and loved deeply.

Vereesa.

"you you……"

Luo Ning was speechless.

Vereesa is so radiant now, just like she was when they met. She sat beside the extinguished fire and showed him a gentle smile. Her silver-white hair was even more shining, as if Like a bright moon.

"What, are you surprised? Ronin, are you questioning the tracking skills of an elf ranger?"

Vereesa laughed softly and smoothed her hair, which was as bright as the bright moon.

Dream?

still……

Ronin opened his eyes wide. He looked at Vereesa who was smiling softly in front of him, smelling her fragrance in the air, and his mind was in a trance.

He desperately hoped that this was not a dream at all. He couldn't help but stretched out his hand to touch Vereesa's face, but the next moment, a stream of warm liquid sprayed on his face.

He looked over and found that at some point, the magic sword appeared in his hand again, and...

Stabbed into Vereesa's heart!

"Luo Ning...why..."

Vereesa had a look of astonishment on her face, and then she slowly fell down. Her face was full of confusion until the end, and she didn't understand why her lover wanted to kill her.

"No...this is still a dream..."

Ronin's eyes widened, this was his worst nightmare! He let go of his hand, but the warm blood on his hand kept reminding him that he had just killed Vereesa!

"no no……"

He continued to deny everything he saw, and the world became smaller and smaller in his perception, and it continued to become darker and darker.

The next moment, he found himself back in his home, his parents, his brother, the girl he had a crush on, his brother's children greeted him with laughter, gave him delicious and familiar food, and told him about them How proud of him, how much his mother misses him——

Then, they died, and he held Frostmourne and killed them all.

Luo Ning's eyes began to become numb, the world once again fell into darkness, and a new picture was once again displayed in front of him.

That was Dalaran, the place where he studied, and the second happiest place in his life.

He saw his classmates again, the people who were messing around with him, and the seniors who were bent down by life, and laughter appeared on their faces again. And the teachers whom they admired also showed helpless and worried expressions when they saw him.

Then, they all died in their own hands.

…………

"Luo Ning! Why did you do this!"

"You inhuman bastard! He is your nephew!"

"Mother!"

"You beast!!"

"Executioner!"

"monster!!"

"Luo Ning...why..."

"Owner?"

Calls one after another, piercing accusations and wails, countless voices, countless people who died because of him, Luo Ning stood there, holding Frostmourne in his hand, watching all of this.

Countless sounds kept sweeping through his ears, making him extremely anxious and confused. He didn't understand what was going on. If it was an illusion, why did it feel so real?

"Why?"

He couldn't help mumbling to himself, but at this moment, an idea suddenly appeared in his brain, and it was definitely not his own voice or thoughts.

'Can you handle it? ’

"What?"

Luo Ning looked up in shock, only to find that he had returned to the black space at some point. Half of the people here were alive. They looked at him with laughter, including the pregnant Vereesa, and their relatives and friends. And friends who have reached the peak of their lives again.

On the other side, there are undead souls that exude resentment against the living, desire for life and killing, indignation against everything in this world, and are full of silence and despair.

They are also Vereesa, her relatives and friends, but they have all become half-skeletons, with resentment on their faces.

Between the two, the direction of the living is bright. Standing in this part of yourself, holding a staff, the palm of your hand is smooth and white. On the side of the undead, he holds Frostmourne in his hand and is wearing armor, but his palm is dry.

And that voice rang again.

‘Accept this fate that is not yours. ’

Luo Ning didn't know, he just slowly raised the Frostmourne in his hand and looked at the sword as smooth as a mirror.

On the blade of the sword, half of his face was filled with a sunny smile, and his eyes were full of satisfaction and expectations for the future, while the other half had a haggard face, and his eyes exuded cruelty and bloodlust.

"I……"

Luo Ning didn't know how to speak. He looked at this completely different self and two completely different futures.

He was confused.

Is he really willing to sacrifice for this world?

Does he really need to sacrifice for this world?

His sacrifice——

Is it necessary?

he does not know.

"Luo Ning?"

A hand was placed on his shoulder, which brought Luo Ning back to his senses. His body shook for a while, and in the corner of his eye, he saw countless black gravels flashing past in front of his eyes. .

And just when he was confused, Krasus's gentle and worried voice rang again, and Luo Ning realized that he had once again arrived at the entrance of Frostmourne's cave.

"What's wrong with you? Ronin?"

Krasus looked at Ronin worriedly. After seeing the Frostmourne that exuded evil power, Ronin's state became very strange, but they had to do things quickly.

"Luo Ning, this sword is too evil! We must seal it immediately! But don't worry, I will notify the Blue Dragon Legion and the Red Dragon Legion. This is not something that mortals can fight against!"

Crassus was both worried and delighted.

The worry is that once such a powerful evil artifact falls into the hands of dangerous people, Azeroth will inevitably fall into catastrophe again!

But what is gratifying is that such a terrifying weapon can definitely persuade the Red Dragon Legion and the Blue Dragon Legion to join forces to seal it. As long as he can notify the Blue Dragon Legion and the Red Dragon Legion, then Luo Ning will not have to sacrifice!

"Yes... this kind of weapon must be sealed."

Luo Ning was still in a daze, and the feeling of the powerful power of Frostmourne still remained in his hands, so he was not sure whether what he saw was the real world or a false fantasy.

But the only thing he knew was that this magic sword could never be taken away!

This sword must be forgotten forever!

It must be sealed!

Luo Ning's eyes became firm.

Regardless of whether it is an illusion or not, he will not hesitate anymore!

However, at this moment, just when Krasus was about to call the Red Dragon Legion and the Blue Dragon Legion, a voice, an uninvited guest, appeared at the same time.

"Is this Frostmourne? Thank you so much for saving me a lot of trouble."

Sir Presto's elegant figure and voice appeared at the entrance of the cave. The wind and snow in the sky could not get close to his body, and the smile on Krassu's face froze for an instant.

"It's really extraordinary."

Deathwing tilted his head. He felt the powerful power of Frostmourne, but at the same time he also felt the restrictions above. Any mortal who holds Frostmourne will inevitably be cursed by this sword and become The slave of the master behind this sword.

but--

He will not.

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