MTL - War Hymn of Warcraft [WOW]-Chapter 62 Frozen Throne

"zero!"

Tirion stuck the crystal on Frostmourne, and Frostmourne shone with endless holy light instantly, and the souls absorbed by it scattered out, watching everything in front of him silently.

"Do not-"

In the dream, the death knight covered his head in pain, and the Frostmourne in his hand became hot, and ice blue light and pale yellow light kept flickering on it. As if he could no longer hold the weapon he was holding steady, he quickly dropped it on the ground.

He raised his eyes, his blood-red pupils exuded an icy blue glint, and stared fiercely at Zhan Zhixing and Jaina: "You...what did you do!"

Zhan Zhixing smiled, held the entity of Frostmourne in the dream in his hands, and poured the holy light upward with all his strength. The pale yellow light gradually gained the upper hand in the struggle against the ice blue, continuously flowing on Frostmourne's sword.

"Everyone thought that the moment Alsace pulled out Frostmourne, he fell into darkness." Zhan Zhixing looked at the struggling death knight, and poured the holy light into Frostmourne mercilessly , "But no one thought that when Arthas held Frostmourne, was he Frostmourne or Arthas?"

"Give me back the sword..." the death knight wailed, rushing to Zhan Zhixing, trying to take Frostmourne. However, the moment his hand touched Frostmourne, his skin suddenly burned, and the death knight was so frightened that he quickly stopped.

Zhan Zhixing turned his head and explained to the bewildered Jaina and the shocked blond young man: "When I saw your distribution in the Emerald Dream, I had a vague feeling that the people on the throne were not Arthas, but Frostmourne. Frostmourne is the magic sword cast by Kil'jaeden. When Alsace held Frostmourne, his body was already occupied by Frostmourne. In fact, You are the real Arthas—Frostmourne misled you, made you think that you are the conscience of Arthas, and even made you think that he is the main body of Arthas."

The blond young man looked at his hands and muttered to himself, "So... I am the real body of Arthas? No wonder I was a child, but I became a young man the moment I broke the bronze dragon's memory seal on me. , Is it because of the power of love that I took back a part of my soul?"

"It should be like this, that's right." Zhan Zhixing looked at "Alsace" rolling on the ground, his original handsome face was covered with cracks, and there were faint bursts of flames emerging from his body, "Actually, even if he I must also think that I am Alsace. Otherwise, he would not be able to occupy the magpie's nest and completely occupy the sea of ​​​​your soul. Ner'zhul is also a poor person, and he didn't think about it, so he gave him Frostmourne He is the chief think tank of that eredar in Kil'jaeden, how could he not calculate that he will betray him in the future?"

"Presumably, Kil'jaeden should have set some marks on this 'Alsace', and he will definitely be used by the Burning Legion in the future?" The holy light in Zhan Zhixing's hand continued to pour into Frostmourne , "Alsace" kept rolling on the ground, but could do nothing.

If "Alsace" didn't throw away Frostmourne when it changed, but held it tightly, maybe "Alsace" still had a chance to win. Unfortunately, the moment it discarded its own body, it was destined that Keurei would occupy the sword and become the main body of the sword.

The transformation has reached the last juncture, and Tirion outside the dream and Zhan Zhixing in the dream are instilling holy light into Frostmourne at the same time. From the bottom of Frostmourne's blade, a holy flame gradually burned up, and quickly burned the entire blade.

The crystal in Tirion's hand instantly filled the sword grid (the position where the hilt and the sword body are connected), a burst of wailing came from the mouth of the sheep-headed demon on the original sword grid, and the whole sheep-headed demon disappeared into nothingness. And the ashes of Keurei quietly floated in the position of the sword grid, turning into a miniature version of Naaru again.

The moment Keurei appeared on the sword grid, three wings of light emanated from the left and right sides of Keurei, and condensed into a bright icicle under the hilt of the sword. The Sorrow" instantly became incomparably sacred.

"Ah—" "Alsace" let out a final wail, and the armor on his body was already burnt red, and his whole body was like a flayed frog, only the rising and falling chest proved his survival. However, this ups and downs are about to be erased.

Zhan Zhixing handed the transformed "Frostmourne" to the real Alsace. The sick man has become the same as the one Zhan Zhixing saw in Stratholme, strong and full of sunshine. Zhan Zhixing pointed to the **** "Alsace", and said to him:

"This last step, you have to do it yourself, my friend."

Alsace took the holy sword transformed from Frostmourne, pursed his lips, and walked to "Alsace" step by step. He looked at the biggest culprit who killed his father and country, as if he was repenting for the crimes he had committed before.

"You can't kill me!" "Alsace" was still trying to make the last effort to survive, he raised his head, his blood-red pupils no longer had the blue light that radiated before, "I am you! He is Lie to you, kill me, and you will be buried with me!"

"Well, I can't guarantee it." Hearing what "Alsace" said, Zhan Zhixing shook his head and spread his hands helplessly, "No one knows whether this guy is Frostmourne, but the facts prove that it is It has a lot to do with Frostmourne. Of course, he may also be the real you, just like you felt before, Frostmourne is yourself."

"He's right!" "Alsace" stretched out his hand to Alsace madly, "Do you still remember what we said before, the holy light doesn't exist at all, only the darkness lasts forever. Come on, as long as the devoured I, we must survive, as a whole, as the new Lich King!"

"Oh, maybe?" Arthas stared at the brand new Frostmourne, and looked down at the **** "self", "However, even if the price is to let me die, I will end you!"

As he spoke, Alsace stabbed the sword in his hand into the heart of "Alsace" mercilessly, and "Alsace" wailed, with a final whisper in his mouth:

"In front of me, there is only darkness..."

"Tirion! No, we can't stand it anymore!" Fighting and retreating, the twenty heroes were forced to retreat to the steps below the throne by the wave of natural disasters. Bolvar couldn't help it, and turned his head to shout at Tirion Fordring, "Get rid of it, and any one of us can take that position again. Otherwise, the strongest power in Azeroth will do everything possible." All perish here!"

"No! Bolvar, wait a minute!" Tirion watched as Frostmourne, which originally symbolized death and destruction, turned into a sword exuding holy light, and turned to join the battle against the natural disaster. Casually smashing the soul fire of a semi-heroic Scourge with the Hammer of Wrath, Tirion looked at the silent Lich King, still holding on to his last hope.

The Hammer of Doom in Thrall's hand brought a chain of lightning, pushing back the Scourge who wanted to get closer, and even knocked most of the Scourge standing on the bridge to the bottom of Icecrown Citadel. However, whenever a Scourge fell, new Scourge troops immediately filled their vacancy.

"Garrosh, strike now! I order you as the chieftain!"

Garrosh is the party's last guarantee, and Shadowmourne, created from fragments of the Frozen Throne, can easily pierce the Lich King's armor. At this moment, he is putting the battle ax on the Lich King's neck, and if he has any abnormalities, he can immediately separate his head from his body.

However, Garrosh frowned, and rejected Thrall's order in a low voice: "I believe in Zhan Zhixing! He will succeed, let's hold on!"

"Damn it, if we go on like this, we won't even have a chance to evacuate!" Kael'thas was impatient to be buried with the Lich King. He summoned Ao to block the gap he was in charge of, and strode towards the ice. Seal the throne. In the past few months, Ao Ke was played very badly by the few frost dragons in the Zhan Zhixing space. When he saw the undead in front of him, he ran away instantly.

Kael'thas ran to the side of the Frozen Throne, raised the Sin'dorei staff in his hand, and the sharp thorn at the end of the staff stabbed fiercely at Alsace's heart.

At this moment, the Lich King's pupils that originally emitted ice blue light instantly turned into fiery red, and Arthas held up Frostmourne to block Kael'thas' attack.

Garrosh nervously clamped Shadowmourne firmly around Arthas' neck, ready to sever his neck anytime. As if he didn't see Garrosh's sharp blade, Arthas stood up slowly and stepped off the Frozen Throne.

Following Alsace's movements, the natural disasters that had been attacking the heroes of Azeroth suddenly stopped moving, receding like a tide. Varian looked at Arthas with a little excitement. The latter slowly took off the helmet that symbolized the Lich King, and showed a friendly smile to Varian.

"Success!" Everyone in Azeroth clapped each other excitedly. The reawakening of Arthas represented another powerful demigod joining the camp of Azeroth. A flash of green light flashed, and Zhan Zhixing and Jaina also appeared beside the Frozen Throne.

"The mission has been successfully completed!" Zhan Zhixing saluted Varian innocently with a smile on his lips. Varian also quickly returned a salute, and gave Zhan Zhixing an approving look.

"Alsace, my Alsace..." Jaina threw herself into Alsace's arms the second she left the dream, crying loudly.

"Don't cry, Jaina, I'm back..." Arthas bowed his head and kissed his lover's blond hair, the soul that had been tainted for many years finally returned. "I was wrong back then, I was sorry for you..."

On the Frozen Throne, Northrend, which was covered with dark clouds, suddenly ushered in a ray of holy light, descending on Alsace. Under the holy light, Alsace's ferocious and evil armor gradually became peaceful, and the demon sculpture on the armor also turned into an angel.

People who had been slaughtered by him appeared around Alsace one after another. Alsace's father Terenas Menethil and his master Uther Lightbringer stood in front of Alsace.

Alsace opened his mouth a little excitedly, but in the end he still didn't know what to say. Terenas smiled gently, and said to Alsace:

"Son, I proudly watched you grow up day by day and become the embodiment of justice. Although in the days that followed, you were eroded by darkness. But I believe that after you awaken, you will be able to continue the pace of justice, and I also believe that You wield your mighty power carefully."

"I will be proud of you, my most outstanding disciple." Uther stepped forward and patted Alsace on the shoulder, his eyes filled with joy, "You got rid of the darkness, you got rid of the shadows. I believe, you will Keep the justice of the Holy Light forever."

The holy light became stronger and stronger, and some resentful souls were able to find peace under the holy light, while Uther, Terenas and other Lordaeron's people turned into a series of holy lights, drilling back to the new world. in "Frostmourne".

"Alsace, we are proud of you. The heroic spirits of Lordaeron will always guard you and walk into eternity with you..."

The author has something to say: Forgive the scumbag author for being uninhibited in his imagination, and the brains in conceiving this plot are too big to make up for =, =

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Forgive the scumbag author who does not have a digital board. The above two pictures are modified from Internet materials (although it is basically equivalent to redrawing with the mouse), but in order to avoid disputes, the copyright of the original picture belongs to the author =, =