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The blue and white world became blurred in front of Nathanos. The blizzard blew his cloak. He saw once again an extremely familiar figure sitting in the head of the long table. The Withered One didn't know what was going on, but he vaguely remembered the scene.

A beautiful carved long table, three people sitting quietly.

Why am I so familiar with this place? When did I have the memory of this place? (Volume 6, Chapter 64)

The orc on the left hand side of the carved table is old, with deep eyes and many scars on his body, showing that he had suffered unimaginable torture. Nathanos looked at his face, and he had painted a white skeleton with something on his face. On the right hand side of the table was a haggard and terminally ill boy. His cough and runny nose looked more like he could feel the blizzard around him.

The boy licked his cracked, pale lips and took a breath, as if he wanted to speak. But the first thing that broke the silence was the orc's voice.

"You can do more, much more than this." He seemed to be making a promise. Nathanos noticed the third person, only seeing the other party wearing paladin heavy armor with no color. The wind and snow covered his face. Even if Nathanos walked in front of him, he saw a blur.

"There are many things." The orc laughed, "but only you continue to walk along this road." The skeleton painted on his face stretched out as his expression changed.

Slowly, Nathanos turned his head and looked at the boy. The sick child was looking at the third person with surprisingly clear eyes. "You... are me. I am you." His voice was very soft, and his tone contained a power of surprise, "I am not overwhelmed by the ice. I am your last humanity - sympathy, kindness, love and pain... care and responsibility."

After a while, he showed a slightly trembling smile. His face became slightly rosy, and under Nathanos's gaze, some abscesses on his skin disappeared. As this phenomenon occurred, tears of hope appeared in those eyes. The boy's voice was stronger than before, but he was trembling with excitement. "You understand, right? No matter what, you didn't abandon me. Never! You did a lot of wrong things, but you still have kindness in your heart. Otherwise... I wouldn't exist."

The boy slid down the chair and slowly dragged his foot toward the man. For a moment, the two looked at each other—at least they looked face to face.

"It won't be too late." The boy coughed again.

The man stretched out his hand and slowly approached the boy's face, his movements as loving as his father. Next, his blurry face made a cold voice: "It's too late."

The boy exclaimed. The sound was filled with shock, pain and resentment of betrayal - the hand easily cut off his neck.

The howling wind outside the door suddenly became extremely fierce. The boy disappeared. A storm of howling storm raged on the earth.

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"No!" the wither shouted at the top of his lungs, his eyes widened, and the picture in front of him was lying on a bed without a cushion.

Nathanos, who had not recovered from his shock, asked in vain: "Where am I?" He said, starting to recall constantly, and his perception told him that he was on a boat at this moment. He remembered that he was sailing on the sea, with his destination Maraton.

"What's wrong, the Wither?" The door of the room was opened, Merriel walked in, and the wet and cold moisture entered the room with him. Nathanos's body of death could not feel the cold, but the cold and gray moisture cut into his body like a sharp blade.

The sudden feeling caught him completely off guard, as if the mage in front of him used some magic on him. Of course, Merriel would not do such a thing, because he knew that the Withered One did not like such jokes.

"I don't know?" Nathanos was startled, his voice hoarse and painful. He couldn't remember any battle that had hurt his throat.

"I feel a little sad, just like..." The Withered Man was stuck, he got out of bed and paced back and forth anxiously, why could he not describe the feeling. He gestured to Merriel with his hands, hoping that the mage could understand, but Merriel only saw his strange behavior.

"What happened?"

"I don't know!" Nathanos roared, but he immediately gave the answer: "It's like I suddenly lost something, something important." The Withered Man clenched his hand wearing leather gloves. "I feel something is going to happen, it's related to the Lich King. I... feel it." His face twitched. This strange feeling reminded Nathanos that his connection with the Lich King had never been disconnected. It is because of this that he could feel it.

"Be ready immediately," Nathanos told Merell, "Let all the secret spies in the world take action. The final moment is coming!"

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The orc, he was raising his head and laughing wildly, his face painted with a skeleton was almost divided into two. "How does it feel? It must be wonderful, right! Only after the last bit of human nature that you struggle in your heart disappears can you realize how heavy it is for you."

Arthas looked at Neozu who was in ecstasy and said it completely correctly. In fact, the old orc had never said panic to him. What he wanted him to do was in line with the Death Knight's wishes, and his control over anything was like a player in charge of the game.

The Death Knight listened to the orcs cheering, and now he felt relaxed and powerful, and his body and mind were purified. All his flaws, his weakness, his hesitation, and the doubts were gone. Instead, he was extremely clear in control of the facts. Various pictures surrounded his consciousness, intertwined and overlapped with the past, and the future was mixed with the glimpses of the past.

A human army rode on horseback, holding up the flag of the alliance, and an orc attack team riding on the back of a wolf. They were not attacking each other, but fighting side by side. They became allies and attacked the Scourge.

The scene changed again, and he was a little surprised. Quel'thalas was not destroyed? No, the scars left by the Scourge are still clearly visible. But the city has been rebuilt...

Then another image, a giant dragon flew out from the underground abyss and soared into the sky, and his giant wings drove crazy lava and heat waves like tsunamis.

Green, all green, dark and weird, and nightmares-like images danced on the edge of Alsace's consciousness. The sky was shrouded in shadows, and a terrifying voice hit Alsace's eardrums, as if mocking the world for the end of the world.

Arthas unknowingly held his hand tightly, and he vaguely realized that the voice emitter and the power it represented were his enemies. The Death Knight felt something in his hand. He smiled faintly and did not look down at it - Frost's sadness, at least this was what he knew, which made him feel extremely intimate.

"We are one, Arthas." Neozu said, "Let us unite, there is no more Neozu, no more Arthas, only the Lich King..."

Arthas stepped forward and shone the light, and the thirsty and sorrow of frost was completely pierced into the orc's chest. The latter's eyes raised and he stared at the blade that pierced his body.

"No!" The Death Knight said to Neozu. He recalled that he had broken the frozen throne. He knew that the orc was eager for a body, and he knew that if they really united, it would be incomparable. However, the old orc misjudged Arthas's state of mind. He thought that the Death Knight wanted strength and wanted to prove that he was the strongest in the world. But he was wrong! His mistake made him lose his final value.

Arthas needed nothing, all he needed was to end all this, and to completely end the pattern of someone telling him what he should do and what he should not do. He no longer had his own father and mother on his head, no longer had mentors around him, no longer had Ner's priest behind him, only himself. He was no longer burdened by the crown, he did not need to shoulder the responsibility of defending the people and protecting the kingdom, but the people were under his control. When the sorrow of Frost opened up a dark kingdom for him, the resurrected dead minions absolutely obeyed his orders, and their actions were entirely determined by his will.

All he wants is to be able to manipulate everything freely.

He finally smiled as Neozu disappeared with an angry expression of betrayal.

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For a long time, he felt nothing. He stayed on the throne and did not move. He knew that he had woken up, but his eyes were not open yet, why did he not act? The ice covered him and was the last barrier between him and the world. As long as he acted, he could break through this barrier and then sweep the world with the Scourge.

However, Alsace, who had just obtained complete freedom, had a new emotion, and even if he abandoned his conscience, he could not abandon it.

Lonely!

Before he opened his eyes, he realized that he was the only one around the Ice Throne, not even a person to speak.

Child, from the day you were born, the whole Lordaeron was calling your name - Alsace.

Now, the only thing he responded to on the throne was the howling wind and cold ice and snow.

Where are the people who can understand me?

Arthas asked in his heart. A long time ago, when he shook hands with that man on the streets of Lordaeron, he felt for the first time that he was so close to his motherland. From then on, he had personally felt that he needed that person. Then when he became a Paladin, his friend did not attend the ceremony because he knew that what Arthas longed for was that sacred moment, not the eyes of everyone, nor the oath that the Paladin had to hold.

Yes, only he can understand him.

Arthas immediately searched for the person with his spiritual consciousness, and he remembered that the other party also became a dead soul.

Nathanos?

He called, but he could not get a reply. Was he wiped out? He lost the aid of his best friend. Arthas was extremely disappointed. He abandoned his innocent and kind self that hindered him and killed the self that seduced him into the Death Knight. He could not have them, but he could not have someone who could say to him, "Everything you did is right, you just did what you wanted to do."

Now, after countless failed calls, he was only angry.

The Lich King Arthas, who was alone in his glory and power, slowly opened his eyes. The ice shell began to break and peel off.

Since the Alliance and the Horde want to fight him, then destroy them all.

The pale face under the dominant helmet was missing a trace of unnecessary expression except indifference. His figure slowly moved.

Since Quel'thalas has been rebuilt, then destroy him again.

He woke up. He heard the sounds made by the world. Many sounds, some of which come from nature, and some belong to souls that are unfair to fate, and those souls need his guidance.

He will guide them too.

Neozu said he needed to continue along this path, and that would be the last time he would listen to the advice of the ghost. He would go on, it all depends on his will.
Chapter completed!