Stratholme God

   Chapter 1108 The end of sorrow

   Famous scene [Father, Son and Filial Piety Sword] It's late but it's here!

  No matter what Mai someone thinks, Alsace's murder of his father, Abu, is a scene of righteous annihilation, and it will be deeply imprinted in the minds of all spectators, and will not be forgotten for a long time.

  There are regrets!

  There is a sigh!

  More people have extremely complicated moods.

  Alsace's righteous killing of relatives is of course a good deed for the world. But the nobles have the rules of the nobles, no matter what the reason, doing so is the so-called loss of personal morality. Traditionally, nobles cannot be killed, let alone their own fathers.

   It was Arthas who expressed his unwillingness before, but this latter blow made him completely cut off the possibility of becoming king.

  But...it's not over.

   A mortal can pierce his chest with a sword, so he can't die any longer. Terenas is the Lich King!

   Could it be that your own death sword can still devour the Lord?

   The outrageous scene really happened!

At the moment when    pierced his chest, Terenas felt a strong suction coming from the sword, which wanted to involve his soul and **** it into the sword, just like all the creatures he had slaughtered before.

"No! No! You are my magic sword! How can you do this to me?" Terenas screamed, a pair of hands that withered at a speed visible to the naked eye tightly stuck on the sword, trying to destroy the [Frostmourne] 】Pulled out from his body.

  If this is a simple sword, Arthas will definitely make up a sword, and he can smash Terenas into pieces with a casual swipe.

   Not really!

   The fearless Arthas actually heard the sound of the sword.

  [Frostmourne] accepted his existence the moment he touched the hilt of the sword, and the voice of the soul that outsiders could not hear tempted him.

   It was a husky but magnetic voice.

   "Alsace..."

   "Accept me... embrace me..."

   "The real Lich King shouldn't be Terenas, it should be you..."

   "You have the talent that is one in a million, and you are destined to be the gatekeeper of the shadow world..."

   The voice of the ghosts made Alsace's hair stand on end and his bones horrified.

   Even more exaggerated, he saw his old father's face wither in front of him.

   Terenas cried out in a trembling voice: "Give it back to me! [Frostmourne] is mine—"

  Alsace was taken aback: what? Isn't this an illusion? This magic sword actually chose me as its master?

   At the critical moment, a golden light flashed.

   After a while, Uther strode forward and kicked Terenas out like a bag of garbage.

   On the other side, Tirion and Saidan held his hand each.

   "Don't be distracted!"

   "Don't let the will of the magic sword affect you!"

   Throughout the ages, this level of magic weapon itself represents terror.

  The characteristics are wonderful, and often with a terrible erosion of the soul.

   The holy light of the two paladins not only exorcised evil spirits, but also bought precious time for Arthas.

   If you change individuals, there is a high probability that you will be disabled without degenerating, and you will inevitably leave various spiritual or soul-level sequelae.

   Don't forget, the second fool in this life is the master of the Balrog Hammer!

  While he was trying to control the Balrog Hammer, his body had already been slightly affected, and the energy circuit in his body was more of a fiery power that represented flames.

   Almost the moment he got the Balrog Hammer again, this fierce and domineering divine weapon hummed violently. An incomparably strong spiritual force rushed into Arthas's spiritual sea from the handle of the hammer, and very arrogantly drove the cold spiritual force of [Frostmourne] out of his body.

  Everything was over, the two fools could not laugh or cry, and reluctantly faced Hammer's questioning.

  Translation translation, that is: [What is there in my hammer that can't compare to that coquettish swordsman! ? 】

   Regardless of strength, artifacts have their own will to some extent.

   For the next ten seconds, he was enjoying the "Are you looking at other women?" "The ultimate spiritual torture.

  By the way, it's Zhang Fei's roaring version.

   After finally comforting his brother Hammer, Arthas suddenly heard a sharp buzzing.

   It was the screams of thousands of unjust souls, and it was the collective wailing of the innocent dead after the natural disaster.

   Lost the master's [Frostmourne], and is being beaten by several divine weapons in turn.

   "Destroy it! The evil sword!" Uther suddenly swung the [Ashbringer] and smashed the first blow fiercely.

  Without the user, the desolate and well-deserved Rune Demon Sword lay flat on the ground, with the least powerful blade, bearing the slashing slash of the door-shaped artifact great sword.

   "Dang!" This is the cry of the magic sword.

  【Frostmourne】The accomplices, instigators, and witnesses of countless evils are destined to have this catastrophe.

After   【Ashes】, heroes with divine weapons rushed forward one by one.

  McDonald's, Varian, Khadgar, Valeera...

   The last is Arthas holding the Balrog.

   This extremely brutal artifact delivered the final blow to this legendary magic sword.

   “Duang!”

The blade of the    Demon Sword could not resist the ravages of many divine weapons after all, and it shattered with a cry.

   That was the release of all souls since the Scourge was established.

   These afflicted and tortured souls are finally free.

  The cold ice wind surrounding the Icecrown Fortress finally stopped, and in front of the heroes, countless souls turned into white **** of light were constantly surrounding.

   They sang, narrating their own suffering, and praising the kindness of the liberators.

   They turned into long winds along with unbearable memories, turned into free odes, and began to slowly dissipate between heaven and earth.

   Until then, everyone finally turned their attention to Terenas, who was paralyzed on the ground, his soul almost dissipated.

   The former King of Lordaeron raised his head with great effort, ignoring the surrounding heroes, and stretched out his right hand to the three who came forward hand in hand.

   Terenas's vision gradually became blurred, and he at least recognized that the one who stepped forward happened to be his son and daughter, and the important minister he once relied on, MacDonald.

  Perhaps, the soul will be destroyed, and its words are also good.

   From the mouth that was once quite arrogant and full of vicious words, it was full of sighs: "Is everything... over?"

   "It's over." Unable to bear the sadness in his heart, Arthas stepped forward, slowly knelt down on one knee, and held his father's dry hand: "No need to mourn, my father. Kingship does not last forever!"

  What a philosophical sentence, but it came out of Alsace's mouth, why is it so strange?

   The pointer of fate, just one space forward at this time.

   It became dark before his eyes, and there was no longer any signal feedback from his soul vision. Terenas suddenly wanted to laugh: "McDonald, did you teach him this?"

   "Yes." McDonald didn't deny it.

   "Will you take care of their siblings for the rest of their lives?"

   At this moment, the siblings were anxious. They didn't want to put a greater burden on McDonald's. They shook their heads in unison.

   MacDonald smiled wryly: "They... will go down the path of their own choosing."

   "Hehe!" This is the last words of the Lich King Terenas.

  No one knows whether this is mockery, sarcasm, or his last consolation to himself.

   Terenas * Menethil - the most famous existence in this life, two kings, and finally fell completely at this time.

   (end of this chapter)