["We know too little to slaughter them like animals just out of our own fear."

"Child, it's a big trouble now. Let's leave this sword here and leave it to fate... We will find another way to save your people. Let's go, and find a way back."]

He was his other mentor, an old dwarf who made him trust and respect from the bottom of his heart... but in the end he became the first victim under the sword of Frost's sadness...

Alsace unconsciously tightened the rune sword in his hand and continued to walk up the spiral passage.

Step by step, he moved forward and higher. The black wings swept through his memory.

["I will give you one last prophecy. Remember, the more anxious you are to destroy your enemies, the faster you will send your people into their hands."]

It was the crazy "prophet" who had predicted everything now... but he turned a blind eye to it...

These memories of the past are pulling him, trying to compete for his soul, but there is another scene, another voice whispering to encourage him to move forward, stronger than other voices, and more convinced him. "My warrior, the closer you are, the more my time of freedom will come... and you will be sublimated in your true power."

He climbed up, his eyes never left the peak for a moment, and the huge dark blue ice cube.

There, the man who initially led Arthas on this road was imprisoned. It was getting closer and closer. When only a few steps were left, Arthas stopped.

He looked at the vague figure in it for a long time, and the fog rising from the huge ice made it even more blurred.

The sadness of frost shone brightly in his hands, and Arthas saw two almost unrecognizable blue light flashing deep in the ice to echo.

"Return the sword into the sheath. I will be able to achieve the full power!"

The low and harsh voice yelled deafeningly in Alsace's mind:

"Let me out of jail!"

Arthas took a step forward, followed by the second step, and finally ran up, holding up the frost of sorrow with both hands. Everything was for this moment, he unconsciously burst out from his throat, and then slashed it with all his might.

The sadness of frost slashed down, and the huge sound of shattering echoed in the cave. The ice cracked with sound. Huge pieces splashed everywhere. Arthas raised his hand to protect himself, but the flying pieces were not hurt by him.

The fragments on the imprisoned body fell, and the Lich King let out a loud roar, looking at the sky with his hands high.

The sighs of pain and crackling sounds intersected, unable to tell whether they were from himself or above the cave. The sound was like thunder, causing Arthas to retreat. It seemed that the whole world was falling apart.

Suddenly, the figure of the Lich King wearing a helmet and armor was released like an ice prison, and scattered all over the ground under the shocked gaze of Alsace.

There is nothing inside - there is nothing.

Only that set of armor, cold and dark, fell into the ground one by one. The empty helmet slid to the feet of Arthas before stopping. He looked down at it for a long time, and a tremor came from deep inside.

All the time... he was chasing a ghost. Does the Lich King really exist? If not - who pushed the Frost Sorrow out of the Ice? Who wants to be released? Could it be that he, Arthas Minaihil, was the one who was confined to the frozen throne from beginning to end?

Could it be that the ghost he has been chasing...is himself?

These questions may never be answered. But one thing is certain, since Frost's sorrow was cast for him, the same was true for this armor. He held the helmet with the spikes cast by the fingers of the armor and slowly and firmly held it up. Then, Arthas closed his eyes and put the helmet on his pale head.

He suddenly became shocked, his whole body tensed up, and he felt the spirit of the Lich King entering his body.

Cold, powerful, swept across his body like a wave and penetrated his heart, making it difficult for him to breathe and his blood tremble.

He closed his eyes, but saw so much-Arsace saw everything about the orc shaman Neozu, and saw what he knew, saw and did.

For a moment, Arthas became scared and worried that he would be completely overwhelmed by this power. In the end, the Lich King deceived him to come here just to find a living ** for his soul.

Arthas tried his best to cheer up and prepared to fight for control of his body.

However, there was no fight, only the fusion and fusion. Around him, the cave continued to collapse, but Arthas did not pay any attention. His eyes were turning rapidly under his eyelids.

He moved his lips and said.

They said...

"Now, you and I are one."

*******

In a trance, Alsace's soul seemed to be dragged to the depths of consciousness.

The clear blue and white world in the Alsace dream became blurred, and the pure cold tones changed into wood, the warm luster of fire and torches.

As he said, he recalled his life, everything that happened in the past, and looked back on the journey he had walked. The journey that made him sit on this frozen throne and enter this deep dream.

However, it seems that the dream is not over yet. He is still sitting at the end of this exquisitely crafted ornate long table, occupying most of the space in the illusory hall.

And the two people who were full of interest in his dreams were still there, watching him.

The orc sitting on his left was still powerful and powerful, although old. The orc looked at his expression, then laughed, touching the white skeleton painted on his face. On his right, the sick boy looked worse than before Arthas fell into memories.

The boy licked his dry and bloodless lips and took a breath as if he wanted to say something.

The Death Knight slowly turned his pale head towards the boy.

The sick child stared at him with an incredible clarity. For a moment, Alsace felt a surge in his heart. In any case, the boy would not die.

And that means... the boy smiled slightly, and the pain seemed to fade a little.

"You... are me. You are all... me. But you..."

Arthas said with difficulty. His voice was gentle and gentle, with a little surprise and suspicion:

"You are the remaining spark in my heart, resisting the invasion of the cold. You are the last remnant of my human nature, pity, love, sorrow... and cherishing. You are my love for Jaina, my love for my father... are all the elements that constitute the me of the past. For some reason, the sorrow of frost could not be erased. I once wanted to expel you from my heart... but I couldn't do it..."

The boy's green eyes lit up, and he trembled his lips and smiled at the other himself. His face returned to blood, and some abscesses on his skin disappeared in front of Alsace's eyes.

"You understand now. In any case, Alsace, you did not abandon me."

The boy's eyes were filled with tears of hope, his voice was stronger than before, but he trembled with excitement.

"This will not be for no reason. Arthas Minaishir, you are very sinful, but you still have a little bit of good thoughts in your heart. If it weren't for this... I wouldn't have existed, even in your dream."

He slid off the seat and walked slowly towards the Death Knight.

Arthas stood up and they looked at each other for a while. The boy and the man were all himself.

The boy stretched out his arms like a living child seeking a fatherly embrace. "It's not time to look back," he said softly.

"Yes." Arthas said softly, staring at the boy in a daze. "It's not here yet."

He stroked the curve of the boy's cheek, moved his hand slowly toward the small chin, and gently lifted the happy face. He smiled at himself.

"But we can't look back."

The next second, the sadness of frost fell. (To be continued)
Chapter completed!