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In the Northrend continent, in the snow and ice all over the sky, a snow peak stands up to the sky, and the circular mountain points straight towards the sky like a sharp sword. It seems that it is the only one between the vast world. The crystal peak reflects the dazzling sunshine and is scattered with pale light, which is so cold that it makes people afraid. The arrogance and bitter cold are as eternal as the scenery passed down from ancient times. However, in this loneliness, the snow-white world seems to have a different beauty, attracting people to fall into the cold eternity.

Under the peak, a lonely figure was hunched over, struggling and moving hard on this snowy mountain road.

That was the Death Knight Arthas, the former Prince Lordaeron.

At this time, there was no joy of success in him, nor the pride of the heroes, nor even the arrogance of the immortal king, as if a patient tortured by fate and curse, he dragged his body exhaustedly towards the end of his destiny little by little.

At the foot of the mountain, countless undead were watching here, watching their kings approaching the crowning. The faint blue fire in the skulls kept shining, and harsh wails came and fell in the mountains.

However, Arthas did not notice at all. His mind was repeated over and over again, which was the tragedy of his life. It seemed that a voice had always lingered in his mind, warning him not to make mistakes again and again, but this failed to stop the prince from moving towards the frozen throne.

Finally, in the bone-blazing cold, Alsace came to the top of the frozen throne.

A huge ice crystal stood there, and a skeleton-like figure was faintly reflected inside.

That is the Lich King Neozu, the forge of the Frost Sorrow, the creator of all the tragedies of the Death Knight.

However, in front of Ner's ice crystal, there was a figure standing there, a figure that shouldn't have appeared here.

But Arthas was not surprised that this person would appear here. He just shook the sadness of Frost in his hand indifferently, and then whispered: "Are you here?"

Mo Wen raised his eyebrows slightly, and the reaction of the Death Knight was somewhat beyond his expectations. Compared to the impetuous and fierce leader of the Dead, who was previously impetuous and fierce on the outside, the Death Knight at this time was a bit deep and terrifying. His calm temperament was as calm as ice and made people feel palpitations.

"You're much stronger than before, and you don't seem surprised I'll show up here?"

He tilted his head slightly, Mo Wen's eyes narrowed, and he looked at the enemy in front of him for the first time.

The Death Knight gently stroked the runes on the Frost Sadness with his hands. Then he said calmly: "Continuously killing and sinking, the closer I am to the darkness, the calmer my heart will be, and then I figured out a lot of things."

His eyes swept over Mo Wen indifferently and fell on the ice crystals of the frozen Ner's zoo.

"I have been in constant conflict with you. Your strength is stronger than me, but you have not killed me. It is obviously because you have made some plans for me. Then the result is not difficult to guess!"

"You need me, or you need my Scourge Legion, and this is obviously the most suitable place. If you catch me and Neruzu, the Scourge will naturally be yours!"

He told Mo Wen's conspiracy bit by bit, but Arthas's expression remained unchanged at all, as if the person being plotted was not himself.

"Excellent! You are much smarter than before, at least not so brainless!"

A crisp applause rang out on the Ice Throne, and Mo Wen cheered up two applauses. However, under Alsace's cold eyes, he touched his nose awkwardly and put his palm down again.

The Death Knight is no longer the idiot who was fooled by him before, but a king with curses and resentment. He can only bring humiliation from his previous tricks.

A faint white light gathered in Mo Wen's hand and finally condensed into a great sword embedded with precious jade.

"Ashes Messenger, the sword I have prepared for you!"

With a solemnity that had never been seen before on his face, Mo Wen gently stroked the sword body in his hand. The next moment, the dazzling holy light burst out from the Ashes Messenger, and the boiling light burned like flames.

Ashes Messenger

Level:a

Category: Treasures for people

The divine weapon cast by the shadow crystal infuses the holy light, which has two completely opposite forces, shadow and holy light.

Although he is not as strong as the Silver Hand Lord Tyrio Fordine in his faith, Mo Wen is better in terms of strength. Since Naxxamas snatched back the Ashes Messenger, he has tried his best to purify the Ashes Messenger and Moglani's soul inside. Now the Ashes Messenger has regained the glory of the undead wherever he passes.

Facing the dazzling holy light in Mo Wen's hand, Alsace's eyes had a slight turbulence for the first time.

His hand touched the cold tip of the frost sadness and the sharp blade pierced the palm, but no drop of blood was shed. Looking at all this silently, a trace of sadness and intoxication flashed in the Death Knight's gaze, but in the end he aimed the sword at Mo Wen.

"Frost Sorrow, now-all of mine!"

A brief silence pointed at each other with the tip of the sword, neither of them spoke.

On the frozen throne, the north wind mixed with ice and snow roared wildly, and snowflakes as big as goose feathers fell from the sky and slowly passed through the middle of the two.

The next moment, the two of them moved at the same time, and the heavy snow was easily torn apart like paper and silk, and two crystal swords bombarded each other in the wind and snow.

An indescribable loud noise rang out on the top of the mountain, and an invisible impact spread from the top of the mountain, shattering all the clouds in the sky one by one, one by one.

The undead at the foot of the mountain looked at it and saw a beam of light rising from the frozen snow top, two colors entangled together and circling into the sky.

The dazzling golden light kept shining, like the might of heaven, dazzling and dazzling.

The deep blue with faint light condensed silently, like a glacier in the abyss, unchanging forever.

Intertwined and collided with each other. Two different colors of magic power eroded each other, representing the hot holy light of justice, and representing the cold magic of death. The needles were as if they were irritated against each other. The sound of a wet iron in the furnace kept ringing on the top of the mountain, and the violent vibration made the entire mountain tremble. The ice and snow covering the mountain slowly slid, and finally turned into a torrent and rushed down. The avalanches that followed never stopped, just like the arrival of the end of the world, venting their cruelty freely.

Many undead crawled on the ground and worshiped the beautiful pillar of light, as if they were looking for their own king.

Time gradually passed. The confrontation between gold and blue became more and more obvious. With the sound of loud collision of weapons, the entire sky was dyed into two colors by the light columns rising from the sky. In this extreme north, an extremely gorgeous wonder was formed. The world of gold, blue, white and three colors easily took away everyone's attention.

However, just as everyone's scene of this wonder will continue, the mutation will emerge.

In the golden light, a bright red suddenly appeared, first a trace, then a thread, and finally turned into a piece. In just a few moments, the red color squeezed into gold and blue, becoming the fourth color between the world.

The bright gold, bright red, and the two colors blend together. Then they pressed fiercely towards the blue color.

Fighting wildly, roaring in distortion, the blue color constantly resisted and repeatedly impacted, but it was still constantly worn and eroded.

Finally, on the top of the mountain, after a crisp breaking sound, the bursting sound of the holy light and the roar of the dragon drown everything. In the sky, a wave of gold and red colors completely suppressed the dazzling blue. Finally, it swallowed up.

Then everything was over, the two colors of gold and red gradually dissipated, and the iron-like roar calmed down.

The world has returned to silence. If it weren't for the snow falling under the mountain, everyone would probably think that nothing had happened.

The undead crawled on the ground and did not get up. They didn't know who won or lost, but they knew that the king would be crowned today.

However, there was a soul that was unique. He actually stood up and began to walk step by step towards the top of the mountain along the steps on the mountain.

It was a middle-aged elf with long silver-white hair.

On the top of the mountain, Mo Wen was gasping and sat tiredly on the ground, sweat slid down his forehead and dripped on the ground bit by bit.

But the Death Knight Arthas lay aside, with broken frost sorrow scattered beside him, with a messenger of ashes stuck in his chest.

The entire mountain top seemed to be plowed by a hurricane, with deep scratches everywhere, and none of them were complete except for the Lich King's ice crystals.

Then I heard the sound of Sasha's footsteps, and the middle-aged elf walked up from the steps little by little.

Looking at the figure, Mo Wen just smiled gently and greeted him leisurely.

"Long time no see, my father, are you okay?"

Anastarien did not reply. His eyes swept over the body of the Death Knight on the ground, and then landed on the ice crystal of the Lich King. The faint fire in his eyes swayed. Finally, he looked at Mo Wen and asked, "Kelthus, my son, what are you going to do?" After obtaining a large amount of psychic information about Kelthuzad, it was so easy for Mo Wen to tamper in the undead transformation ceremony of the natural disaster. Since the day he became a dead soul, Anastarien has retained his consciousness, and since then he has been thinking about what his son is doing.

For hundreds of years, I have been attracted by my son's talent, proud and eye-catching. Until the moment of resurrection, Anastarien realized that he had never known him.

There is undoubtedly a shadow of his son behind the tragedy of Quel'thalas. Otherwise, the rune barrier would not have changed only in Silver Moon City. In terms of scope, Silver Moon Forest is wider, and in terms of importance, the Sun Well is not inferior to the former.

"Me? What do I want?" Mo Wen laughed as he heard Anastari's question. He stood up and walked in front of the Lich King's ice crystal in three or two steps.

"What I want is naturally the whole world, Father!" My fingers were like a knife, and ice chips were splashing everywhere. Mo Wen actually inserted his palm into the huge ice crystal with his body. When he took it back, he brought out a rusty crown.

"So I need the power of the undead, Father, are you willing to help me?"

Anastarien remained silent, but Mo Wen didn't care much. His powerful mental power continued to pour into the crown in his hand, using small tricks.

Anastarien is not Alsace, and Mo Wen cannot guarantee that he will gain the upper hand when he merges with the Lich King, so some insurance means are indispensable.

"I will build a beautiful country belonging to the elves, where no one can threaten us anymore!"

While doing the work, Mo Wen said to his ex-elves king while capturing traces.

With a gentle sigh, Anastarian made a choice. As the former king of elfs, his attachment and responsibility for race made him unable to refuse this condition, even if he is now a dead soul.

“What do I need to do?”

He slowly walked to the front of the ice crystal and sat down slowly on the broken throne.

"Fused the Lich King, and then - accompany me to destroy the Night Elf Tribe!"

Putting the treated crown gently above Anastarien's head, a smile suddenly appeared on the corner of Mo Wen's mouth. The smile seemed so dazzling in the cold snow that people unconsciously felt a heart-freezing coldness coming to their faces.

Anastarian felt the darkness in front of him, and then he sank into a wonderful world.

At the same time, all the undead of Azeroth seemed to have some senses, looking to the north, half-kneeling, worshiping, and celebrating the birth of their king! (To be continued)

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Chapter completed!