Stormwind God

The soul of Anthony Daas, pierced in the shadow of Frostmourne, is like a barbecue pierced by a barbecue fork. When Arthas took back the sword light, the soul of the old mage followed.

The old mage was about to scream in fear, and suddenly wondered if it was his own hallucination, because on the still handsome face of Alsace, the old mage seemed to have a trace of remorse besides the endless wrath.

Arthas drew back the sword, just like the blood stain on the sword, and threw out the soul of the old mage who was originally wearing the sword.

The soul of the old mage couldn't go anywhere, he curled up on the floor like a living creature. The icy sensation from deep in the soul made every soul molecule in him tremble.

The unbelievable super pain was like tearing his soul apart. He unconsciously stretched out his soul-like arm to cover the wound on his chest in vain, as if blood was coming out of his chest, as if the palm of his hand could warm his heart.

"Destroy me!" Antonidas almost begged, and said weakly, "I pray ... a happy destruction."

Antonidas's senses began to dull, and his voice became illusory.

Arthas's voice murmured: "It's not like I can't give you a rest ..."

This ... gives Anthony Das a hope.

The next second, Arthas annihilated this hope.

"Unfortunately, if you blame it, you must blame a Duke Marcus for destroying my lord and the Lich King's plan, and then a Uther refuses the dark hug. I can't stand the third failure ..."

Fear turned into countless sharp spikes into his soul, but it felt like only a moment, and soon disappeared as everything around him became blurred.

Will Arthas resurrect me? Turn me into a faltering and inferior zombie?

"No--" he murmured, his voice filled with complaining and unwillingness as if from a distant mountain: "I am Antonidas--the existence that could have been the greatest master in this world--how ... can you ... ... take me ... "

Before he finished, Anthony Das lost all perception.

He thought that it would be an eternal slumber, all the pain would disappear, leaving only the soft darkness and endless comfort and tranquility.

He thought that there would be no more open or dark battles in the parliament and the alliance, and finally he could put down the burden of being the head of Dalaran and rest forever.

Unfortunately……

Sudden pain broke through his soul.

This is not the pain from the five senses and six senses, but a kind of severe pain he has never experienced before.

I failed the test and burned myself half a body.

Once in an adventure, his arm was broken by an ogre.

Any pain he had experienced before could not be compared to this torture.

Antonidas suddenly realized that it was a torture of the soul.

Captured by the Rune Sword [Frostmourne], it is impossible for him to have a warm and peaceful place of death.

The power of the magic sword is so rude. In one breath, it is tortured by hundreds of souls. The unbearable pain makes him urge to scream in the deepest part of the soul. This urge runs through the soul. The pain in the deep heart couldn't be vented, and the fierce pain could not find any way to escape.

This high intensity of torture easily broke his will.

Almost at the same time, in the shallow layer of Antonidas' soul, a seductive magic sound was gradually inducing him.

"Do you ... long for immortality?"

"Are you less energetic than before?"

"Do you hate the aging body?"

"Do you think you can't let go of power?"

"Do you think human life is not enough to explore endless magic mysteries?"

Five interrogations, looped.

Antonidas wanted to resist, but couldn't help sinking.

He wanted to say no.

But every time he was about to say something, he would tell him in his heart—you are lying!

He refused a thousand times, but the magic voice asked 10,000 times.

The more he refused to answer, the more grimacing he was in his heart, which not only increased his pain, but also made that voice sound more bloody.

I don't know how many times it was repeated, finally ...

"Yes! I'm a coward! I hate the weak self! Well! You win, I surrender--"

With the declaration of humiliation, the line of defense at the bottom of his heart was like a dam that finally collapsed. The dark and cold tide flooded his mind and quickly transformed his soul.

I don't know how long it took, the darkness disappeared from the senses, but everything in front didn't return to color.

Antonidas does not need to rely on the seven-color world of red, yellow, and blue to identify the guy who tortured him, because even in the colorful world, he is only composed of black and white and gray.

The rune magic sword [Sorrow of Frost] that devoured her soul was still shining, Arthas held the other hand to pose in a summoning way, and that was how he lifted him from the one that was blocked by the magic sword. Pulled out in a horror world.

"The demon-you will be like this until you return to your bones. When you return to your body, you will become a powerful Lich when you return." Arthas told Anthony in a verdict. Das.

Lich! ?

Am I actually a Lich?

Antonidas felt humiliated for a while, and seemed to have a depraved pleasure.

Arthas continued: "Although I don't want to admit it, I do find that I do need a few loyal leaders to dominate the growing Scourge of the Scourge. Now, you, the once admired great magician, you will Serve me. "

Antonidas had an inexplicable fear.

"No, I refuse-my magic will not spill on my people and every mystery who longs for the mystery of magic!" Although his voice became empty and weird, Antonidas worked hard to make his voice alive. majesty.

"Really?" The evil prince made a gesture, but only moved his fingers, and this extremely subtle movement made him suddenly condense the whole soul with severe pain.

With unbearable fierce pain, the old mage finally realized that he was so weak in front of the strongest death knight. He finally realized that he had become his tool, just a little more advanced than those rotting corpses and stench ghouls.

A few days later, he followed Arthas to return to Laran, a place he was extremely familiar with.

Then he felt his own body.

"Go, let your mage use it for me!" Said the fallen prince proudly.

Antonidas screamed a scream, and then rushed towards his body.

On this day, an extremely powerful Lich was born.