"Wait, buddy!"
Muradin shouted in a rough voice, but it was difficult to awaken Arthas 'persistence.
"The person who obtains this sword will obtain endless power. Sharp blades killed lives, and power injured souls.”Muradin looked at the Kalimag inscription carved on the altar from afar and suddenly jumped up. He shouted in shock," Ah, I should have known! This sword is cursed! We have to get the f * ck out of here!"”
Arthas held the ice that served as the scabbard with both hands and pressed his face against its smooth surface. Muradin's voice seemed to come from a distant space.
"My soul is no longer complete…"
In front of the judgment of the demonic sword, his soul was completely exposed.
The senseless death of his beloved steed, the terrifying tragedy of corpses, the betrayal of his lover, and the forced slaughter of countless people had all left deep scars in his heart.
His heart was already broken, and his soul was riddled with wounds.
In that case, for the sake of this power that was about to cleanse all terrible sins, what harm would it do to have a few more wounds?
"In order to save my home, I am willing to bear any curse!”
"Now, I'll summon the spirit souls here…"
"No matter what you are, good or bad or both. I can feel your presence and know that you are listening. I'm ready, I've thought it through, and now I'm telling you…as long as you help me save my people, I'm willing to give up everything I have, no matter the price!”
As the prince murmured from the depths of his heart, a low moan sounded in his ear.
A crack suddenly appeared on the originally smooth surface of the ice block that tightly wrapped the demonic sword.
The crack quickly extended upward and expanded until the demonic sword in the depths of the ice could barely be seen.
Immediately after, a sudden loud explosion filled the entire space, causing everyone's ears to buzz.
The ice coffin that sealed the demonic sword suddenly exploded, and ice shards flew everywhere. The shards were as sharp as swords, and they passed through Arthas who was close at hand, stabbing towards Han Lingqiu, Muradin, and the rest.
"Crystal wall!"
The ice blades were imbued with a strong dark energy. Han Lingqiu did not dare to be careless and immediately activated the Aries Crystal Barrier.
The ice blades stabbed into the crystal wall and bounced back at an even faster speed, dying together with the ice blades that followed closely behind.
Seeing that there were no casualties, Muradin heaved a sigh of relief.""Han, thank you…"
Before he could finish his sentence, his eyes were stunned.
After the outer layer of the ice coffin exploded, the frozen magic sword struggled out of it and was now stuck in front of the prince.
The runes on its body shone and emitted an ice-blue mist. It was as cold as the ice in the polar regions. It stood there quietly as if it was waiting for the prince to wake it up.
"Buddy, don't!"
Muradin shouted loudly, but the prince ignored him. His trembling arm was already close to the hilt of his sword.
However, a hand grabbed the hilt of the sword faster than he did.
In an instant, the blue runes of the Demonic Sword High Heavens emitted a cold and dazzling light, completely enveloping him and the sword.
"No!"
Arthas bared his teeth and stared at him with extreme hatred. He used all his strength to wave the power of Menethil, wanting to summon the Holy Light to kill the thief who was snatching the treasure.
However, his previous action of abandoning Holy Light had caused Holy Light to abandon him as well.
Without the blessing of the Holy Light, the lethality of the warhammer was greatly reduced, but it was still enough to turn a person into meat paste.
Boom!
The war hammer smashed heavily on Han Lingqiu's body, throwing him out like a rock. He crashed into the sparkling blue ore, and a piece of rock collapsed, drowning him within.
"Arthas, stop!"
Muradin glared at Arthas and took off the war hammer on his back. He was short but had a mountain-like aura. He stood in front of Arthas and said angrily," That sword is cursed. Han is saving your life..."
"Get lost!"
Arthas was driven mad by Frostmourne. Without hesitation, he raised his warhammer and swung it at his former best friend.
"Arthas, wake up!"
Muradin's voice was rough and pleading, but he could only swing his hammer in the face of the crazy prince.
Arthas 'martial arts were taught by Muradin, and the prince, who had lost the blessing of the Holy Light, was obviously not a match for the instructor when he was young. However, Muradin did not want to hurt him, so the two of them were in a stalemate for a while.
At the same time, the prince's guards rushed into the cave. Seeing the battle between the prince and Muradin, they naturally fought with the other dwarves. The spacious cave was instantly in chaos.
The group of elemental spirits looked left and right before silently disappearing into the azure light.
"Oh…"
"You meddlesome brat, you actually stole Frostmourne.”
"However, it's fortunate that you're more suitable for this sword than Arthas.”
"Open your heart and offer your soul. Together with Arthas, you will become the strongest Death Knight under the Lich King.”
The endless murmurs continued to assault Han Lingqiu's mind. His heart was beating wildly because of a certain desire.
The cold energy in the demonic sword flowed into his body through his hand, crushing and reforming his bones, veins, blood, and cells.
In this process, his physique kept rising. The half-immortal body cultivated by the Boundless Nature was slowly cleansed into a true immortal body.
With Frostmourne as a medium, the Lich King, who was far away on the Ice Throne, wanted to lure Han Lingqiu into depravity with his mind. However, he was not Arthas, who had lost all confidence after being hit repeatedly. Furthermore…
Although he had inherited Hades 'memories, he had also inherited a small part of his divinity.
Hades was an existence comparable to the Creation Titan. Although it was only a remnant of divinity, it was not something that a mere demigod-level Lich King could shake.
Therefore, Han Lingqiu ignored Ner 'zhul's incessant chatter and used the power of her small universe to expel the Lich King's will from the sword, taking complete control of Frostmourne.
"No!"
"How dare you do this? I won't let you off!”
This was the Lich King's final voice.
Shame from embarrassment!
Buzz!
Han Lingqiu opened her eyes, which shone with a blue light. She gently waved her demonic sword, and instantly, boundless cold air condensed, sending the rocks around her flying.
"Han?"
Muradin was surprised and delighted, but the prince was even angrier. He circled around Muradin and charged at Han Lingqiu again.
The corners of Han Lingqiu's mouth curled up slightly. She stood still and silently raised Frostmourne. The runes embedded in it shone brightly. Seeing that Menethil's power was about to land on her, she gently waved the sword.
Bang!
Frostmourne collided with Menethil, and Arthas flew back like a stone. He landed on the ground with a thud, startling Muradin.
Although Prince Arthas was not a Legend, he was one of the best Holy Knights, yet he was sent flying by Han Lingqiu's sword.
How powerful was he?
Frostmourne was forged by the Dreadlord race. It was essentially a Legendary weapon, but with the Lich King's ability to devour souls, it had been upgraded to a growth-type weapon.
The more souls it devoured, the stronger the power of the demonic sword, and the stronger the amplification it gave its master.
Arthas was a high-level professional. After he picked up Frostmourne, he jumped into the high-level legendary level. On the other hand, Han Lingqiu had the strength of a low-level Legend. With the enhancement of Frostmourne, she had stepped into the peak of high-level Legendary-level and was only one step away from demigod-level. Fighting Arthas, whose combat strength had been greatly reduced, was no different from fighting a child.
"Who exactly are you?"
"You're following us because you want to take the opportunity to seize the demonic sword, right?”
"You're a member of the Cursing Sect, Mal 'Ganis' lackey, aren't you?”
Arthas fell to the ground dejectedly. His warhammer was abandoned by his feet. He looked at the rune sword in his hand and let out a desperate roar like an injured beast.
Muradin's expression was a little strange as he looked at Han Lingqiu with a conflicted expression.
At this moment, even he was a little suspicious.
"I will explain it to you, but only after we leave safely…"
Han Lingqiu raised her Rune Sword and pointed it out of the cave." Listen, more and more Undead Calamity is coming. If we delay any longer, I can leave safely, but you'll all be dead.”
Muradin was stunned. He jumped to the entrance of the cave and looked out. He said in horror,""Hurry up and leave! Let's go! The Scourge has arrived…"
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