The divided soul has no right to grieve, Alsace stands tall on the earth.
In front of you is the welcome of people in bright clothes and angry horses, and behind you is the death that can never be extinguished by moving natural disasters.
The thick armor obscured His Highness the Prince's pale skin, and what the crowd was whispering about was the future king's long hair like snow.
Ner'zhul's words were both a gift and a taunt. He wanted Prince Arthas to enjoy the glory and splendor Lordaeron had given him.
Passing through the welcoming folk clan and crossing the majestic city walls of Lordaeron, Arthas stepped onto the Kingdom Avenue. At the end of the road stood an obsidian statue about five people tall.
Looking through the memory, I didn't find anything, maybe it was a new creation.
Turning over and dismounting, the war horse, which had been eroded by the death knight's aura, staggered and knelt down on its front hooves. There was a commotion among the crowd of spectators, but Arthas turned a deaf ear to it.
Tokachi Monument...
It is actually a stone statue of the Ten Victories that praises Alsace.
At a glance, it recorded the ten battles Arthas participated in after joining the Knights of the Silver Hand.
Alsace reached out and touched the dark body of the monument, then left without saying a word.
Step into the palace, cross the suspension bridge, enter the inner court, and meet the king.
Even though his soul was imprisoned by Frostmourne and his consciousness was controlled by the Lich King, Arthas' anger still poured out uncontrollably.
"My son, you are back."
Terenas said with a haggard look.
According to the Lich King's plan, Arthas should go through the process of succeeding to the throne at this time and place first, use the kingdom rights he has obtained to erase the losses caused by Kalos and the Argent Dawn's wanton purge, and then launch the undead natural disaster to sweep the earth.
But Alsace couldn't stand it.
He couldn't bear the ghost on the throne torturing his father like this.
In the eyes of Death Knight Arthas, Terenas on the throne is nothing more than a deformed cage, made of shadow and flesh, in which his father's soul is imprisoned and screams in pain.
So, Arthas pulled out Frostmourne, stepped forward, and stabbed it in.
"Father, I'm back."
Arthas said softly.
In the Royal Government Hall, the screams turned into screams.
Although the Cult of the Damned would not be in control of Terenas' body for long, half of the royal guards had been corrupted by the demonic spells originating from the Burning Legion.
To Ner'zhul, Lordaeron's dignitaries were just small pieces of combustible garbage that could be discarded after use, although Arthas had ruined the original plan on his own initiative.
But it doesn’t hinder the overall situation.
Even the Lich King thought it was a good show.
Arthas seemed completely unaware of the carnage happening around him. He turned around and swept Terenas' empty body aside, and sat on the throne, ignoring everything that was happening.
But the surging magic power in his blue eyes vaguely showed that Arthas was not at peace in his heart.
Frostmourne became a new prison for Terenas' soul.
In the endless darkness, Terenas's tortured soul found a brief respite.
Before he could collect his thoughts, Terenas was suddenly hugged from behind.
"Father, I'm sorry."
When Terenas turned around, you wanted to look for the figure whispering in your ear, but you were already in the endless ice field.
Meeting his father once was the limit of what Arthas could hide from the Lich King.
The prince could do no more.
Is this the price of being a hero?
Elune, is this what a hero must endure?
When there was no one left alive among the puppets who had surrendered to the Lich King out of the Royal Hall, Arthas stood up.
The Lich King issued a new order—to destroy the city and rule from its ashes.
"Aren't you going to take action yet?"
Meili Dongfeng asked curiously.
Even from miles away, the old skeleton mage could smell something wrong with Prince Arthas and his party.
That's the smell left over from necromancy.
Alsace has entered the kingdom, and the onlookers outside the palace have begun to disperse to have fun, but Carlos still makes no move.
This made Meili Dongfeng curious.
"I can't save everyone."
When Merry Dongfeng thought that Carlos didn't want to talk to him, Carlos answered him.
"I realized it too late. The royal guards who were once assumed to be assisting have turned into enemies. The balance of power between the enemy and ourselves has changed dramatically. I have to wait."
"wait for what?"
Meili Dongfeng had some guesses in her mind, but she still asked.
"Waiting for the people to be on my side, waiting for a suitable time to appear."
"You guys are really hypocritical when it comes to playing politics."
Meili Dongfeng's sarcasm came from the bottom of his heart.
The old mage, who had witnessed almost the entire human empire from its rise to its collapse, did not understand the subtext of Carlos.
Although Merry Dongfeng understood that Carlos's choice was irrefutably correct in terms of matters, he still made some verbal sarcasm to Carlos, perhaps because he recalled the difficult decisions he had to make in the past.
"Do you know how many people will die if you make this decision?"
Meili Dongfeng asked rhetorically.
"I can't save everyone."
Carlos repeated this.
"Then use your invincible holy light to think of a solution!"
Carlos turned to look at Merry Dongfeng.
"I know what happened."
"I also know what's going to happen."
Carlos said nothing, just looked at Merry Dongfeng.
After playing like this for a while and staring, Meili Dongfeng seemed to have a taste of it.
"what happened?"
The old mage asked again.
At this time, a strange firework shot into the sky, and the red smoke lingered over the city of Lordaeron for a long time.
Carlos bowed solemnly to Merry Dongfeng.
"Thanks for your help, the block can now be unblocked."
"Looks like you're ready."
"Say hello to Lady Aegwynn and Med'an for me."
"There's a chance...Who is Med'an?"
A trace of surprise flashed in Carlos's eyes, but the situation did not allow him to ask any more questions.
Going against the crowd, Carlos bid farewell to Merry Winter Wind and stood at the Royal Plaza where he had stood countless times.
Like Alsace before, Carlos glanced at the Tokachi stone statue, let out a chuckle, and then ignored it.
Taking off his windbreaker, Carlos took off the Arcanite Ax from his back and embarked on a journey of war.
Warrior romance...
The weapon that started a boy's dream...
Also the best choice.
From Farina's memories, Carlos knew what he was about to face.
"Long time no see, Carlos."
"Yes, long time no see, Uncle Biglas."
Thirty-seven figures walked out of the palace wall.
"Long time no see, Major General Carlos."
"Long time no see, Lieutenant."
"Long time no see, General."
"I'm a marshal now."
"Hats off to you."
"Really happy to see you again."
Looking at the familiar faces, Carlos was smiling and crying.
The still-living Ner'zhul received Gul'dan's war legacy, those captured soldiers or stolen corpses, those Alliance elders who were transformed into death knights, and those friends who experienced the entire war era with Carlos. , reappeared in Carlos' vision as an undead.
"I'm sorry, Carlos, for causing you trouble."
Bigglas Trollbane said with regret.
"Who's the one whose face I can't see clearly?"
Carlos suddenly interjected.
"Lilas Windrunner, your Excellency the Marshal of Humanity, if you can, please kill me here. I will be grateful."
"Your sister found you on two planets."
Biglas Trollbane smacked the ground with his scabbard and said helplessly: "The chat is over, Carlos, the master is not happy."
After pulling out the rune sword, Biglas added another sentence.
"If possible, please let me die completely."
