Vol 2 Chapter 235: : My dear prince

Northrend continent, dragon bone wilderness, in a hidden cave.
Prince Arthas stood quietly in the middle of the cave, looking at the weapon in front of him.
After all the hard work and long journeys, he finally came here.
After arriving in the Northrend continent, Arthas found that his strength was not enough to defeat the terrifying dreadlord of Mal'Ganis, and his expeditionary force was not enough to destroy the endless army of undead.
But hope always comes inadvertently, just as it did on Queen Azshara during the Well of Eternity that year.
Again, hope and disaster, sometimes you ca n’t even tell the difference between the two.
That mysterious whisper. . . That Excalibur will help yourself, so that you can complete the great cause of revenge, and free your kingdom and people from disaster.
Shaking his head vigorously, His Royal Highness looked at the dwarf who had fallen to his side, his eyes expressing incomparable self-blame and sorrow.
His old friend Muradin had his copper whiskers falling aside, and the dwarf seemed dead.
He attacked him because he prevented himself from getting the sword in front of him.
The dwarf thinks there is a strange thing in this, this sword contains the power of evil and darkness.
sorry. . . Old friend. . . But I must do this. For the kingdom and the people, I am willing to pay any price, because I want to save them.
Arthas looked at the sword on the ice in front of him, and then. . .
They pulled out their swords.
The blue and white rune swords were in my hands, Arthas said nothing for a long time, countless complex and confused emotions flashed in his eyes.
Frost's sorrow.
Finally, he got the sorrow of Shenshen Frost.
I finally have the ability to save my country and save my people!
Arthas laughed, and after many hardships and obstacles, he succeeded after all.
The last words of the guardians who guarded Frostmourne echoed in his ears.
"Do you still want to protect this sword, ghost!"
"No ... what we want to protect ... it's you."
The ghost guardians said this in a sad, incomprehensible tone before Arthas dissipated.
Arthas dismissed it, and his heart was full of firmness at the moment.
This group of ghosts can't understand their beliefs at all, they don't understand anything.
"For my people, no matter what curse, I am willing to bear it!"
Arthas remembered the little boy named Timmy again.
"Will you protect us, His Royal Highness?"
"Yes, I will always protect you, everything in this kingdom, and I am willing to pay everything for this."
Will you protect us? . .
I will. . .
After receiving the Excalibur, Arthas returned to the expeditionary military camp alone, leading them silently to move on.
As for the messenger sent by his father Terenas, they are already dead.
Not only that, Alsace also burned all the sea ships clean, and detained this responsibility on the group of mercenaries who fought loyally for themselves.
I cannot stop, let alone return to Lordaeron. Even my father cannot stop my revenge!
Hatred burns in the heart, and hatred drives the prince forward.
Marching all the way to the ice crown glacier area, there are not ten thousand and eight thousand dead souls under the frost sorrow sword. This sword is worthy of the name of the artifact. Ability, kneeling on the ground, shaking tremblingly, and facing his own death again safely, just like a guilty prisoner.
This is the power of the Excalibur, it really can save its own people!
only. . . Frostmourne seems to be whispering to himself constantly, constantly affecting his thoughts, which makes Alsace extremely angry.
Do not! You can't disobey me!
You have to obey my orders, I am your master!
Finally, in this vast roaring snowfield, Arthas finally once again saw the dreadlord Mal'Ganis, the initiator of the undead natural disaster.
Frostmourne exudes ice-blue energy in his hands, and the prince's heart is filled with endless anger, and he wants the revenge he desperately wants.
"Merganis! I want you to die!"
Arthas got his wish and he succeeded.
He has revenge.
After a fierce battle, Mal'Ganis's army of undead was wiped out, and the dreadlord also died under Frostmourne's sword.
Melganis was dead, at least Arthas thought so, he didn't understand the essence of the demon like the dreadlord.
But at this moment it has nothing to do with him, because his heart is so empty.
The Lordaeron soldiers of the Expeditionary Army watched blankly as their Prince His Highness walked alone into the distance of the endless snowfield.
The sorrow of the rune sword frost in his hand still exudes ice blue energy rays.
In the depths of the snowfield, Arthas knelt on the ground, frost sorrow inserted in the snow.
The endless whispers confuse him, make him lost, make him. . . Depraved.
His golden hair became silvery white, and his eyes full of kindness and justice were cold at the moment.
This prince dedicated to his own people has changed.
This paladin, who believed in the Holy Light, changed.
The most powerful death knight was born.
From the moment the prince pulled out Frostmourne, Ner'zhul's whisper had completely controlled him.
Yes, I am not wrong. This is for the people of Lordaeron. I will let them have eternal life.
In the form of undead.
On the top of a snowy mountain not far away, there are black and white dragons squatted in black and white ashes, looking at the fallen Alsace.
"Go, immediately report to Lord Sarodar and Lord Mdozno, the eternal dragon king. There is no deviation in the established fate. Arthas has fallen and the time difference is less than two seconds."
The eternal dragon lord Ionus stared silently at the fallen prince in the distance, and then directed toward the other side of the eternal dragon.
Suddenly, he seemed to feel something, his expression was horrified and puzzled.
He felt another huge deviation in the established destiny of another existence, which caused Ionus to sink into contemplation.
"Wings of Death? How could he ... I understand ~ EbookFREE.me ~ Without the Dragon Soul event, fate has begun to produce a huge chain deviation ..."
Eastern Kingdom continent, wetland area.
A black-haired and black-eyed middle-aged human uncle stood on a hillside not far from the Grimbato fortress and nodded in satisfaction.
Just choose here, and start your own great experiment plan from here.
Twilight Dragon. . . And the machine creation that controls the dragon's thinking.
And the first goal. . . Thinking of this, Wings of Death smiled lowly.
Red Dragon Queen Alexstrasza is not bad.
It's a pity that Ysera, the Green Dragon Queen, was in the Suramar City, the site of the Titan Deity, and she couldn't start.
Isn't that female dragon the fancy of the old Titan rogue in Sarrod?
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