Chapter 853: The Last Menethil

　　 Blessing of the King-This is the iconic blessing of the Paladin!
　　 At this moment, everyone's eyes widened in disbelief, and even Saratas temporarily chose to truce with Old Fording.
　　 This king's blessing says everything.
　　 In the surprise of everyone, Arthas finally spoke slowly.
　　 "Sister, I have run out of time-I may disappear at any time."
　　 "I have made too many mistakes. Although I have been making the most correct choice I think, the result will always be different from what I expected."
　　 "From the time I was born, I have been burdened with the expectations of the entire Lordaeron, and have always been taught by my father and teachers, and myself, I have always been looking forward to becoming a true incarnation of justice."
　　 "I don't know everything about my father's actions, but I can't stop it. I can only choose to make up for it in my own way. I believe that the day I am crowned king, everything will be different."
"I will no longer use the orc shelters to quietly withhold funds from the Alliance, will not support those inexplicable experiments, will not use the aristocracy to oppress the civilians and then come out to clean up the aristocracy and be a good man to deprive the aristocracy of their property... But now it seems that all this It's impossible."
　　 "I don't agree with many of my father's words, but there is one sentence I have always kept in mind-the king is born to bear everything."
　　 "I thought I could use that sword to die with the devil, so that the spear would not be directed at Lordaeron. I could end everything with my own death, but I didn't expect this sword to change me."
　　 "Now, I can no longer go on, although I am sorry, but I can only give you this mess."
"My dear sister, although I don’t know what you have gone through, and how you became the way you are now, I can only put the burden of carrying everything into your hands. I hope you can Lead these people who shouldn't appear, and finish their destiny."
　　 As he said, Arthas finally stretched out his hand tremblingly and took off his helmet.
　　 Under the helmet, Arthas was haggard but peaceful.
　　 Needless to say, Alsace, everyone knew the meaning of this helmet.
　　 This is the control of the Undead Scourge.
　　 Frostmourne has been tossed aside. In this case, the only way to deal with these undead natural disasters that may have happened is to use the helmet left by Arthas.
　　 And now, looking at the posture, he wants to hand over the helmet to Kalia.
　　 In fact, this may also be the best choice.
　　 Kaliya does not belong to the tribe, does not belong to the alliance, does not even belong to the oath-but the interesting thing is that under Kaliya's leadership, the relationship between the Forsaken and these three parties is very good.
Kalia also has a deep understanding of the forgotten. She had a consciousness similar to the "martyr" in her voluntary transformation when she drank the potion, so she will not continue this mistake for the forgotten in the future. Unscrupulous.
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　　 Just when Drunk Wind was weighing the pros and cons subconsciously, Kalia had already taken the cold helmet from Alsace.
　　 Arthas raised his hand hard, stroking his chest and saluting.
　　 At this time, no one doubted that Alsace had another picture. The last gleam of light and the king’s blessing were enough to explain everything.
　　 At least the current Arthas who gave the helmet is still the kind prince.
Unlike people like Drunk Wind who think about Azeroth, Alsace’s heart is more of his people—from the vows he made to Timmy in the past, to the time he handed the helmet to him. Kalia and Alsace have done their best.
He has also made all kinds of mistakes, he has also had all kinds of naivety, but no one can deny that before pulling out Frostmourne, Arthas was an almost perfect prince-he abide by the rules of the knight and fulfill With their promises.
　　 When Kalia finally took over the helmet, Arthas finally twitched the corner of his mouth with difficulty.
　　 "Sister, if you have the opportunity, please say something to Jaina for me... sorry."
At the last moment, Arthas finally raised Frostmourne again—don’t get me wrong, he didn’t mean to do anything with Drunk Wind anymore. Instead, he turned the hilt of the sword and pierced the magic sword deeply into his own. Chest.
　　 The sturdy armor was as fragile as white paper before Frostmourne.
　　 Inch by inch, Arthas ended everything with this sword that was once a treasure.
　　 When Frostmourne penetrated Alsace's body completely, Arthas finally stopped and was motionless.
　　Although they were still standing in place, everyone knew in their hearts that Arthas personally erased the last trace of himself in this world.
No one knows why he made such a choice, but it is certain that Arthas definitely has his own reasons-the doctrine of the paladin does not allow suicide, so in the end he regained consciousness but chose to sever himself, Arthas Si should have ended everything.
　　 Frostmourne is the Lich King, and the Lich King is Frostmourne.
　　 And now, Frostmourne killed the Lich King and ended himself.
　　 Sure enough, the next moment, the Frostmourne inserted in Alsace's chest suddenly broke without warning and became two parts.
At the same time ~EbookFREE.me~ Alsace's body in the armor also seemed to have been accelerated by time, and began to decay rapidly, turning into a small pile of ashes at a speed visible to the naked eye, and then completely disappeared. .
　　 Time seems to have stopped at this moment.
　　 The undead lost control and fell into a sluggishness.
　　Kalia watched Arthas left the armor and made a choice.
　　 Old Fording looked at the prince quietly, thoughtfully.
　　Dranos was still panting, just recovered from the siege of the undead.
　　 The next moment, the ground trembled slightly, and Atud finally broke through.
　　 On his sharp single horn, Anub'arak's corpse hung-this time Anub'arak really fell asleep.
　　 Kel'Thuzad was tried by the Silver Hand and the Violet Avenger.
　　 Alsace also finished his last.
　　 Anub'arak died in the hands of his former people.
　　Professor Putrihid is still there, but he is destined to be unable to overcome any storms.
　　 The once mighty undead natural disaster is finally over-although there are still many undead, but under Kalia's control, they are destined to silently decay in a forgotten corner.
　　 At this moment of sudden silence, Zuifeng suddenly bent over and picked up a dagger from the ground.
　　 "Then you are the only one left now, Miss Saratas-should we settle the account?"