Arthas remembered that Nathanos once mentioned that when shooting arrows, the hand pulling the bow must be free of any burden, so that it can maintain its best condition. The quiver filled with bows and arrows was behind him, and two short quivers were at his waist.

The sword was sharpened.

"This is the first time I see you standing in front of me fully armed." Arthas was surprised to find that his voice couldn't help but tremble. There was also a murmur of dissatisfaction from the Lich King.

"Because I never thought of standing in front of you like this, Arthas!" Nathanos's voice pierced the sky, and he removed the title of Arthas. When he walked out, he focused his attention three times.

On that sword. It's the same as in the dream, exactly the same!

"I only ask you one question!" he said: "Are you the prince of Lordaeron..." Arthas's heart seemed to be pierced. "...or this sword slave!"

Various emotions and emotions were mixed in Arthas's heart. His hand holding Frostmourne began to tremble for the first time. It was truly shaken. At this time, he felt that the whispers in his ears were getting louder and louder.

Clearly, he was ordering him to kill this human being.

"I am, I am...I am a servant of the Lich King!" Arthas mentioned the rune sword again. Unlike before, blue flames suddenly appeared in his eyes, and there was no longer any emotion.

"I...I possess power that no one can match. The power to resurrect the dead, and the power to destroy the living."

Is this his determination? Nathanos held his breath. The prince changed completely. Just at the moment when he hesitated, Nathanos had hoped that Arthas had not been completely enslaved. His heart must be

There is still a good part, there must still be a conscience, and you must still remember the original self, the one who fought for the people.

That is already in the past...
Chapter completed!