Who is the boy smiling, gentle?

Why, I have the illusion that I can't kill him?

But why did I, who represents justice, want to kill such a cute child? Besides, he is so familiar to me...

It's me. The forgotten me..."

"I" said in a gentle voice, as if to remember the most precious thing. But was the one who spoke really me?

"You are the remaining spark in my heart, resisting the invasion of coldness. 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. I-can't do it."

"I" started talking nonsense again. I tried to stop myself, but I was powerless to find that I was still telling.

I seemed to have become a bystander, an incident, bystander.

The boy Baolan's eyes lit up, and he trembled his lips and smiled at "me". His face returned to blood and looked a little refreshed.

"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.

Abandon? How could I abandon you? I will protect every Lordaeron's people!

"This will not be for no reason. Arthas Minaihil, 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 "me".

But I don't understand why I am guilty. Maybe, he is not talking about me...

Stand up, "I" and him looked at each other.

A lightning-like enlightenment passed through my heart. It turned out that boys and men were all me.

I finally understood why that boy made me familiar with him, that is, I was a child!

The boy stretched out his arms like a living child seeking a fatherly embrace.

"It's not time to look back." The boy said softly.

"Yes." "I" whispered, staring at him. "It's not here yet."

At this moment, I really smiled, although this smile was not reflected in my face. I know that the ending should be like this...

Light, happiness, happiness...

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

"But we can't look back."

The hand rises, the sword falls. Again, the blue, familiar, sad sword.

The boy screamed, as if shocked by the betrayal, the screams of pain were like the roaring wind outside the hall.

The sword that was sank into his chest was almost the same size as his body, and I felt that I had no reason to regret it.

My heartache and my confusion.

The boy disappeared. All I could do was the bitter wail of the strong wind swept across the earth...

No! This is not the ending! No!

That ruthless man! Not me!

............

Arthas opened his eyes and looked at the dark sky outside the tent.

The howling cold wind was blocked outside the thick curtains, stroking Jaina's pale face, Alsace felt heartbroken.

Finally... collapsed!

One month! After a whole month of constant battles, Alsace, who was charging on the front line, didn't realize anything wrong. Jaina, who was stubbornly accompanied him every day, finally fell down first in the cold wind in the north.

The climate in Northrend is colder than expected.

Feeling the mighty power of the God of War in his body, Arthas always felt distressed after coming to the north.

It's not about weakness, but about to wake up...

Put the back of his hand on Jaina's smooth forehead, and the high fever finally subsided.

Sure enough, the power of the God of War was more effective than any herb. Alsace, who was a little relieved, closed his eyes again.

A few tears fell from the corners of the eyes.

It was just a dream, but Alsace always roared stubbornly in his heart.

"No! That's not the ending!"

............

It's another dream...

"I" was laughing, laughing proudly.

"Finally, no one can interfere with my will!"

"right!"

Another voice suddenly rang out, an ugly old orc who looked even more ecstatic than "I".

"I know you will make such a choice. For a long time, you have been fighting against the last little kindness against humanity, but now that's it. The boy has stopped you, but now you are finally free."

He stood up, moved quickly, and strided to "me" with a speed that was inconsistent with the aging body.

"We were one, Arthas. We are the Lich King. There is no Ner's throne, there is no Alsace - only this great and glorious existence. With everything I know, we can-"

The long sword passing through his chest made him widen his eyes.

"I" took a step forward and sent the sword that shone hungrily with its light, and stabbed the orc's body even deeper.

I don't know who he is, but I feel the same pleasure as "me"...

"No." "I" said in his ear.

"Not us. No one can give orders to me. I have got everything I need from you- now this power belongs to me and only to me. Now it's only me. I am the Lich King, and I'm ready."

Orc, what is your expression? Shocked? Or don't believe it.

Why, I feel happy...

............

"No!!! It shouldn't be like this!!!"

Northrend's space echoed with the silent roar of Neozu.

The Dragon Mid Sleeping Legion in the Dragon Bone Wilderness once again echoed with the dragon roar.

How many people can really guess the final outcome in advance.

The so-called choice is to come back, I am afraid that the result will still be the same as before.

Character, experience, lead to the ending, not just the moment of choice.

At least, for most people, this is universal.

"Neozu, do you understand, you lost. The past, present, future, you have always been a loser."

Whose voice is full of the majesty of war, and is so holy.

"No!!! This is not the ending!!!"

The strong wind was roaring, containing the indignation of the Lich King.

How many people can face the truth they saw in advance?

If you can see the prophecy, the loser will always think about changing it. But under the trajectory of fate, most people are just in vain. How many shocks can the few escaped people withstand?

"Neozu...you lost...even he is more suitable to be the Lich King than you..."

Many wars are actually destined from the very beginning.

............

"Oh! The great God of War, please accept my most pious praise. Your glory will shine on the world, and your flag will follow me and travel all over the world!"

"Soldiers! Go!!!"

In the north wind tundra, the vanguard of the elves who came on a goblin airship, under the leadership of Illidan, charged towards a port fortress.

It doesn't matter what exactly lives inside.

Undead, ogre, or other evil creatures?

Under the double blades of Essinos, under the light of the God of War, all resistance is as illusory as Mo!

Peace-loving elves never easily accept war. But Illidan still relied on his personal charm to initially establish the war church - the Temple of War in just five days.

As the first chief war high priest, Illidan quickly won over a small group of war believers with his prestige.

And this time, the eight hundred vanguards of the elves who followed him to fight Northrend, most of whom were the few core believers in the Temple of War!

Don’t underestimate only eight hundred people! In the battle of a large group, the only one that can guarantee that every soldier reaches the master level is the immortal night elves!
To be continued...