"This is a trap."
"A trap specially designed for Prince Arthas.”
" The infected grains, Kel 'Thuzad's clamor, the Dreadlord's mockery, Noscent's invitation…Everything is a scam. There's only one true goal…"
"Lure the prince to Noscent and willingly pull out the magic sword.”
" Frostmourne was created for the Dreadlord race. The Lich King placed a curse on the sword. When the prince willingly pulled out the sword, his soul would be devoured by the sword and he would become the Lich King's most loyal dog.”
The wind blew and the snow fell. The dense snowflakes fell rapidly.
As Han Lingqiu explained to Muradin and the prince, she casually waved her rune sword. The magic sword emitted a burning light of desire, and the zombies fell like straws under a sickle.
The zombies fell to the ground beside him, and soon, they were completely routed. A relatively spacious passage appeared.
Frostmourne seemed to be singing in his hands.
The dwarves and soldiers looked at him in awe.
However, the more brilliant his performance was, the angrier Arthas became. Warhammer smashed the two skeletons, turned around, and roared,""You're lying. If the demonic sword can cause people to lose their souls, why didn't you feel anything strange?”
Han Lingqiu's expression did not change." Because my will is stronger than yours, and I'm strong enough. The Lich King wants to borrow a demon sword to control my soul? That's a pipe dream."”
"I don't believe it!"
"You're lying!"
For Arthas, Frostmourne had almost become an obsession. Now that he had lost the endless power in his hands, how could he be so easily convinced?
" Actually, I was in Lordaeron a few days ago," Han Lingqiu said." Jaina specially invited me to save the prince."”
"What?"
Hearing his lover's name, Arthas's mind finally cooled down slightly. He asked suspiciously," How did Jaina know about this?”
"It was the Prophet who found Jaina and informed her of the Lich King's plot.”
Han Lingqiu pushed the blame onto Medivh. Since that guy was elusive, he was not afraid of Arthas finding trouble with him.
"That Raven Prophet?"
Arthas slammed his warhammer into the chest of one of the skeletons, then pulled it out almost at the same time. He swung it back in an arc and knocked off the head of another zombie.
Then, he was surprised to find that he seemed to be able to summon Holy Light again.
Just like before, the Holy Light once again poured into his body, caressing his soul like a close friend. It was so warm and intimate.
At this moment, Arthas almost sobbed when he saw the light envelop his palm again.
He had already fallen so deeply, but it was still not too late. The Holy Light had not abandoned him. The only thing he needed to do was to open his heart and welcome it.
Boom!
From the pile of living corpses, a huge pale thing with many limbs crawled out.
Its smooth white body was covered with palm-sized stitches, making it look like a broken doll sewn by a disabled child.
It was much taller than the other monsters. It held a terrifying weapon in three hands and its only moving eye stared at Arthas.
"Holy Light above…that thing looks like it was sewn from different corpses!" Muradin shouted.”
He was right. The abominable Abomination was indeed an experimental product. The spiritualists had chosen the strongest parts of the corpse and stitched them together with needles and thread. Then, they used Necromancy to revive it. It was dozens of times stronger than ordinary Undead monsters.
The huge Loathsome Evil let out a disgusting guttural sound and swung its giant axe, which was as tall as a person, toward Arthas.
Arthas was not afraid. He had encountered this monster before and had gained experience in fighting it.
However, just as he was about to jump away from its path, two skeleton claws suddenly stretched out from the ground and hugged his feet tightly.
"Not good…"
The Loathsome Evil's giant axe cleaved through the wind and snow, falling down like lightning.
Suddenly, an arc of light flashed.
The Loathsome Evil's movements suddenly stopped, and half of its body slid down.
Arthas looked at the Rune Sword and gently stroked the warm warhammer. He suddenly felt that it was not that attractive to him.
He stood there in a daze for a while. The frost power of the rune sword surrounded him and crushed the undead that surrounded him.
Arthas finally revealed a smile that he hadn't seen for a long time. He said loudly to Han Lingqiu,""Thank you so much!"
Han Lingqiu waved her hand and continued to be the vanguard without looking back.
Although this prince was a little proud and immature, he was a qualified crown prince. He would treat his people better than his father.
That was enough.
Suddenly, a deep and chilling voice invaded Arthas 'ears and the depths of his mind.
"I have been waiting for you, young prince.”
"Unfortunately, you have disappointed me."
"Mal 'Ganis!"
Anger pierced through Arthas. Mal 'Ganis was indeed here.
Han Lingqiu and Muradin also heard the sound and turned around to search for the source of the sound.
On top of the mountain of corpses stood a huge creature.
Its greenish-gray skin was like a moving stone. The two horns on its bald skull were bent forward, and a pair of strong bat wings stretched out behind it, as if it was a living shadow. Its legs were bent forward, with a pair of hooves at the end. Spikes protruded from the metal greaves, decorated with hideous patterns of bones and skulls. The green light in its eyes lit up its sharp teeth and revealed an arrogant and mocking smile.
They looked up at the creature in front of them. Other than Han Lingqiu, everyone's expression was filled with fear, including Arthas.
Dreadlord.
In fact, their race's original name was 'Nasrezim', but because of their innate mind control ability, the places they appeared were filled with fear, so they were called' Dreadlords 'by Azeroth.
However, fear could not overwhelm everything. The anger in Arthas 'heart quickly made him regain his courage.
He looked straight into the demon's eyes, gripped his warhammer, and roared with a firm and powerful voice,""Let's end this, Mal 'Ganis!”
"Brave words."
Mal 'Ganis grinned, his black lips revealing sharp teeth." Unfortunately, you have no right to challenge me."”
He swept his arm across and pointed at Han Lingqiu, who was holding the demonic sword. His long and sharp claws were shining."He's different from you. He's unwilling to accept his true fate, so I can only help him!”
"The real fate?"
Arthas's voice was hoarse from anger and doubt." What do you mean? Is what Han said before true? You released the plague in Lordaeron, forcing me to kill my own people. Was it all a conspiracy?”
The Demon Lord looked down at Arthas with contempt, as if mocking him. So what if you know? As long as I kill you now, I can still turn you into a Death Knight!
"Are you done?"
The silent Han Lingqiu finally spoke for the first time.
The Dreadlord raised his horned head and laughed loudly. He pointed at the powerful runic sword with his sharp black nails."Mortal, it seems that your soul has not been devoured by the Lich King, but your will is also being dissolved by the magic sword. You will eventually become a slave of Frostmourne. Otherwise, how dare you speak to me like this?”
"Hehe."
The small universe was a temporary explosion type. Before the small universe was ignited, Han Lingqiu was only a low-level Legend when she picked up Frostmourne. She naturally did not have much of an advantage against a high-level Legend Dreadlord.
However…
If he didn't want the proud prince to wake up completely, he would have punched this pretentious guy to death long ago.
In the next moment, the ice-blue microcosm burned fiercely, resonating with the pure and evil ice energy in the demonic sword. The ferocious demonic sword instantly shone brightly, becoming as dazzling as a sapphire.
"Diamond Star!"
Rumble!
With the Ice element Profound Meaning unleashed from his weapon, each crystal was equivalent to a sword.
Before the three to four-meter-tall demon could react, blue frost had already spread and covered its entire body.
"Impossible…"
Mal 'Ganis was dumbfounded, his glowing green eyes wide open. When he struggled to break free from the frost, hundreds of wounds bloomed all over his body, and stinky black blood flowed out, quickly forming a small pool.
Han Lingqiu turned around and said to the prince, who was also dumbfounded,""He still has one last breath. Let the prince deal with him!”
"Thank you!"
How could Arthas refuse such kindness? He raised the burning power of Menethil and used all his strength to hit Mal 'Ganis' head.
Thick black blood splattered out in an arc and crashed onto the snow.
The Dreadlord fell.
There was still a shocked expression on its face. Even when it was about to die, it did not expect to be defeated.
The wind and snow raged, and the holy light of the war hammer became a little hazy due to the dark demon blood, illuminating the entire glorious scene of victory.
The prince caressed the war hammer, and his voice became extremely gentle."It's over."
"We won!"
"We won!"
The dwarven warriors and the prince's guards threw their weapons into the sky.
The prince walked up to Han Lingqiu and bowed with a smile.""Han, thank you for your help. From today onwards, you will forever be Lordaeron's closest friend…"
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