Evil will not deceive you

For Alsace, there was only one last step left.

"Arthas! No! You can't go! This is for your own good! That sword should never have been born!"

Muradin shouted hard and tried hard to save his disciple.

He could clearly see how powerful that magic sword was. It should not be a weapon that mortals could touch. Anyone holding that weapon would bring misfortune.

This is his natural intuition, and it is also because the power of the weapon is extremely powerful!

Arthas did not reply. He looked at the blue beam of light rushing towards the sky, and he could understand the terrifying power contained in this sword better than Muradin.

Of course he knew what Muradin said was right, but he firmly believed that his will had surpassed this power, because this power was to serve him, and he was walking on this earth according to the prophecy!

His path is extremely bright, and his mission is extremely noble. In the face of such lofty dedication and mission, as well as his extremely firm determination, what can stand in the way? What else could defy his will?

He didn't know, but the only thing he knew was that he had to get that sword!

He must clear all obstacles in this world!

He walked quickly towards the place where Frostmourne was, his heavy boots stepping on the wind and snow, leaving deep footprints, and his eyes were extremely firm, looking firmly at the sword in front of him.

But suddenly, ghosts appeared in front of him.

The faces of these ghosts could not be seen clearly, but Arthas could feel that they did not have any ill intentions towards him.

"Prince of Lordaeron, please leave. This magic sword represents a cruel fate. You should not come to take this sword. This sword will bring..."

The ghosts wanted to dissuade Alsace, but Alsace, who was already proficient in necromancy, did not want to talk too much. He could feel that these undead souls were indeed blocking him out of good intentions, and they said nothing. It's a sincere word.

But he doesn't need such kindness!

Without strength or his own army, how could he be the eternal king and bring light to this world!

"Shut up!"

The necromancy spell rushed out of his hand in an instant, taking control of the bodies of these undead souls in an instant, causing their remaining substances in the world to begin to fall silent and return to where they should be.

And these ghosts did not expect that Alsace had the power of such a terrifying spell, so they could only fall down unwillingly, and when Alsace passed by, they used their hands to catch Alsace in vain. boots.

But they caught nothing. Their transparent palms only caught Alsace's fluttering cloak.

"Alsace, we are protecting you..."

Their voices dissipated like the wind in Northrend, and Arthas finally came to the last guardian of this magic sword.

In front of Ronin and Krasus.

Standing in front of these two people, looking at the two men who were roaring ferociously at the end, Arthas stretched out his hand, trying to grab Frostmourne.

However, the air began to tremble. Whether it was Krasus or Luo Ning, their bodies began to tremble, and their eyes began to light up.

Arthas took a step back in shock. He felt that when he had the idea of ​​pulling out the sword, these two soulless bodies began to riot.

Alsace, who had learned enough psychic skills, could see clearly that these two bodies had long since lost their souls. Everything they had was invested in this seal, and this seal was also powerful because of this.

But even so, their last obsession became one of the final seals of this seal.

However, such a situation is theoretically impossible.

A person can still achieve this without the obsession of his soul. If he had just insisted on putting his hand on the hilt of the sword, then this giant dragon and this dead mage would attack him. Prevent yourself from taking this sword.

But when he closed his eyes, he could feel the only requirement to pull out the sword, and the only requirement to break the sword.

That was the last murmur of the two dead people, and it was also their last effort to protect the sword.

Only those who use a kind and righteous heart as a bridge and will not use this sword to harm others can draw this sword and complete their mission.

And the power and barrier formed by this obsession were so terrifying that even he couldn't stop it. This was what two people obtained after completely sacrificing their souls.

Arthas suddenly realized that Muradin might have realized this and was so sure that Frostmourne was a magic sword.

"Incredible..."

Such an unbelievable situation, something that went against the magic theory he had learned, happened in front of him, and he finally understood that Luo Ning and Krassu in front of him were not what he thought, coveting this sword. Strength man.

They were really worried that this sword was a magic sword.

"It's so sad... you can't even see clearly..."

Arthas sighed. He keenly noticed that there were many marks of sword slashes around him, and he immediately understood that this was also the reason why Muradin chose to station here again.

Apparently, many people were tempted by the sword's power.

"A kind heart? Luo Ning, you underestimate me too much. Everything I do is for humanity."

Arthas closed his eyes. At this moment, he once again recalled his original intention and what he wanted to do.

The holy light shone on him without any summons, covering his golden hair, making him look so holy, but his hand firmly reached for the sword in front of him.

That magic sword that could satisfy all his demands and fantasies!

"I will bring light and justice to this world! I will not harm anyone, I will only bring justice to them!"

When Arthas' hand held Frostmourne, he felt unimaginable resistance, but Frostmourne erupted with more powerful power, and huge forces began to continuously impact the seal.

But he is still extremely confident. The obsessions of people with such a will can be controlled and overwhelmed by his own firm will. So what else in this world can resist his will, and what else can overwhelm him? idea?

No one can control him!

From the very beginning, the prophecy was talking about the boundless old system sweeping the world, not about him being controlled!

My heart is as strong as iron!

The firm will turned into strength, constantly attacking the barrier left by Luo Ning and Krassu, and constantly breaking through the barrier that had become precarious.

The earth began to shake, and the glaciers began to collapse due to such power. Arthas didn't care about this at all. Looking at this sword, looking at the sword that shone with power and dreams, he roared and used his own strength. All the power!

Frostmourne suddenly burst out with more power, and the terrifying power instantly sent everything flying out of the impact. Even Ronin and Krasus, who were the bases, were not spared. Their eyes were shining brightly. They were instantly annihilated under the violent impact of Frostmourne, and their last persistence became exhausted and perished under the guidance of Arthas's kind thoughts.

Frostmourne has finally fallen into the hands of his destined master!

The earth began to crack, and everything around him was blown away by the powerful power of Frostmourne. Muradin, who was controlled, was directly hit by the shock wave of Frostmourne and flew into the snow, and was then buried by tens of thousands of tons of ice and snow. !

All the fortresses and buildings he built were destroyed by Frostmourne. Everything was destroyed with the birth of this sword!

but--

Arthas lowered his head and began to laugh wildly because he felt the power! Feel that huge, unparalleled power! This power allows him to summon tens of millions of undead souls, and it allows him to overturn the entire world!

He absorbed the power conveyed by Frostmourne without any reservation. No, or rather, he simply could not refuse this terrifying power!

Endless power poured into his body, and his face began to turn pale, and his golden hair began to become dry, even as yellow as weeds.

There was no longer that gentle smile on his face, there was only one kind of smile.

A ferocious smile.

The wisdom of the past still shines in his eyes, but whether this wisdom is for what he wants, the answer is self-evident.

The body fragments of Ronin and Krasus turned into ashes in the air. This was the anger of the Lich King and the determination of Arthas when he drew his sword, but it had all disappeared by now.

In order to resist the cruel deeds of the two mortals, everything about them is about to be forgotten.

But in a battle that was unwinnable from the beginning, they persisted until the end.

"Finally... Frostmourne is in my hands."

Arthas looked at Frostmourne, who was beginning to restrain his power in his hand, showing a cold feeling. The smile on his face could not be suppressed. As long as he had this sword, he would be invincible, and that was what he wanted to have. Everything, the eternal kingdom he wants to have, can appear!

At this time, a voice rang in his heart.

"Alsace."

His face was filled with a smile, and there was only loyalty left in his heart. The prince who felt that his will could resist everything had disappeared, and all that was left at this time was...

"My knight, go and conquer the kingdom you should have had. Go and let this world surrender under our feet!"

The Lich King's voice was so ethereal, but so firm, and Arthas' face showed even more joy. He truly felt joy for being able to cause killing and pain, and truly felt joy for being able to slaughter everything. joy.

His will is still the Alsace of the past, but at this moment, it is no longer the Alsace of the past.

He is now the knight of death!

"Yes, my master."

Arthas responded respectfully to his master, and as his words fell, the undead souls that had been blown away and the dwarf guards who had been crushed to death also stood up silently, their movements stiff, and their eyes flickering. There was a faint blue light, and Arthas looked at the death horse standing in front of him and couldn't help but sneered.

He set out to get on the horse, which was no longer afraid of the cold and no longer had any physical limitations, but he thought of a figure in his mind.

An invincible figure.

His war horse was brought over by him, and now, it's time to fight with Invincible!

He rode his horse and whipped his whip and rushed towards the gathering place of the dwarves, which was his port. He didn't care about Muradin, nor did he think about the other party. He only had his own goal in his eyes, and he completely obeyed his will. Lich King.

The people at the gathering place were preparing for the banquet with laughter and laughter. They were looking forward to the banquet very much, because most of the people in this Arctic were intrigues and killed each other for keels and various cherished resources.

But the soldiers of Lordaeron had no such worries. They drank wine, ate freshly baked bread and tender poster steaks, waiting for the return of their masters, Arthas and Muradin, so that they could enjoy the banquet. The breath reaches its peak.

And they did welcome their master.

"His Royal Highness Alsace is back!"

The human soldiers guarding the watchtower with the dwarves shouted and opened the door of the camp. Everyone looked forward to seeing their prince return. However, what puzzled them was that even if they approached the banquet hall, their prince Neither of them had any intention of slowing down their horses.

The next moment, they were even more confused.

Because their prince raised the sword in his hand.

In an instant, an invisible force swept through everyone present. The soldiers felt that something had changed in their brains. The dwarves felt even more uncomfortable. They all knelt on the ground. He looked at the food in front of him in disbelief.

At this time, countless mages, those who followed Prince Alsace, stood up. They grinned and activated their spells. They had no time to make any resistance before they were knocked down by their ominous black spells.

Then, these people were horrified to find that a huge will entered their bodies. Their palms no longer obeyed their control, and even their own will no longer belonged to them. They waved the swords in their hands, He slashed at the people around him, and the last scene most of them saw was Alsace rushing towards him on horseback and piercing the chest of the leader of the mage with a sword.

And the prince’s last words——

"Frostmourne, I'm hungry."