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Hope this thing is really terrible and disgusting. I have explored it countless times, but after the battle of the Dark Cathedral, I no longer have hope for anything. Without it, I will only give me less chance, but I will not be disappointed.

When I recalled carefully, I realized that I always trusted others too much and thought they would have the same thoughts as me. The facts are always the opposite. If the standards of right and wrong are constantly changing, then there is no meaning.

Therefore, I no longer think about whether my actions are evil, I will only act according to my will.

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Outside the Dark Cathedral, the spire made of Saron's evil iron looks even more gloomy and terrifying under the moonlight. The sky seems to be in a good mood, and the ice-crowned glacier, which is usually shrouded in strong winds and snow, is very calm at this moment, and you can occasionally hear the sound of the wind.

Like those who believe in the Holy Light, the Scourge also has the habit of building churches for acolytes who study psychic magic to meditate.

"Are you ready?" There was a bonfire with blue flames on the left side outside the church gate. Four people with purple hoods dedicated to members of the Curse Cult are surrounded by the flames. One is an old man with white hair and three seem younger. They are not warming up, but are preparing to enter the cathedral. Although none of them are willing, their mission and responsibility drive them. Many people from Curse Cult have gathered in the church, and they are also their enemies. If exposed, the possibility of survival is almost zero.

"Once we start to act, there is no turning back." The old man reminded for the last time, with a giant sword completely covered by a black cloth hanging behind him, and the others carrying their own weapons.

Everyone nodded, and the old man smiled with relief. At this time, he did not see a pair of eyes hiding timidity.

"Very good, let's go, may the Holy Light give us strength."

The four people walked slowly into the cathedral, trying not to make a sound. The facilities inside the church were like an opera house, with rows of fan-shaped seats on both sides. The one connecting the gate to the center of the church is a long and wide step gallery. The stone pillars supporting the cathedral are neatly arranged on both sides of the gallery. The candles illuminate the church, and even so, the tone of the church is still depressing gray. But what makes the atmosphere is the bright blood-red curtain at the end of the walk gallery. The four people who walked into the cathedral, including the old man, were a little nervous, and they had to doubt that this was a terrifying evil ceremony.

The four of them controlled their pace and did not walk stiffly. They kept their pace uniformly. They urgently needed to find a seat that they could stop. Fortunately, they not only found it, but also the front end.

The next thing to do is wait.

"Keep calm and follow my command." The old man said whistle. At this time, the church was silent, and the members of the Curse Sect coming in were all solemn. It was obvious that something important would happen next.

There was still a man standing under the red curtain, a high-level psychic wearing a bone helmet. Interestingly, he was the only one facing the direction of the entrance of the cathedral. This action showed that he knew what would happen.

After waiting for nearly a quarter of an hour, three acolytes from the Curse Sect finally walked into outside the cathedral, but they were different from the others. They also brought something. The thing was wrapped in a layer of black cloth and was held in front of the headed acolyte. Then, when they walked to the advanced psychic, they knelt down on one knee at the same time, and showed everyone the full picture of that thing.

The old man held his breath, the information was true, and it was indeed a heart, a heart sealed by ice. He could feel the chill and get colder and colder...

This is very wrong. Why did he not feel the cold when the heart was brought in at first, but now he is trembling?

"Note." The old man reminded the other three people who were with him, "I felt the breath of darkness."

The last visitor of the cathedral had arrived. Unlike the one who was wearing the clothes of the Curse Cult, every inch of his body was hidden under the skeleton armor. Therefore, when his steps entered the cathedral, the sound of metal hitting the ground echoed throughout the cathedral. Each step was a warning, but not a threat to visitors with special intentions, but a direct telling them: Your doomsday has come.

"The Lich King is here, may the Holy Light guide our sword blade!"

The Lich King, Arthas, his arrival seemed to exceed everyone's expectations.

The high-level psychic who was responsible for receiving the frozen heart knelt down directly. However, his master ignored this respect and turned his attention to the direction where the old man was.

"Uninvited Guest, do you think you can sneak into my kingdom?" The Lich King's words made all disguise seem meaningless. The old man firmly firmly his beliefs, took off his weapons from behind, removed the black cloth covered, and the light of the Ashes Messenger illuminated his face. Tirio Fording thought that this was his second real face to face Alsace...

Three hours ago.

When Nathanos returned to the Silver Northern Expedition stronghold, he happened to meet Belmont. The other party said nothing, but gave him a bone. There were still various wounds and magical breath left on the bone.

"This is the bone of the frost dragon."

"It was left by Safiron," said Belmont, with a distorted smile on his face. "We have won, Master Naxxaras has been captured."

"How is the battle situation? Have all the enemies been wiped out? How many people have we lost?"

"A lot of people have been lost." Belmont's tone was no longer as excited as before. "Only four survived."

"Four!" Nathanos opened his eyes wide in shock. The soldiers he handed to Merriel were carefully selected by the Forsaken, and were the elite among the elites. "What about Merriel? How about him?"

"The evil wind was injured when fighting Kel Thujad and had returned to the Fearless Fortress. He asked me to tell you that all the natural disasters and undead in the floating fortress were killed, and Kel Thujad was not spared. The lich's life guard box was destroyed by him. As for Putres, he was indeed in Naxsamas. Merriel said that only you can decide his fate." Belmont said and handed over a small bottle filled with green gas to Nathanos. "This is his latest plague. He is ready to throw it to the Fortress in the Winter."

Nathanos was holding the bottle, and he wanted Putres to live worse than death, but the fate of this captor was no longer determined by the Forgotten. The Lich King's lackey took the lives of many alliances and tribal warriors. Only they had the right to decide what to do with Putres.

"Send him to Dalaran, send letters to the Alliance and the Tribe, and let them decide Putres' fate. The Forgotten has proved his innocence."

"As for orders, master. Is there anything else I need to do?"

The Withered Waves, let Belmont get closer and whisper a few words.

"Arsace and his heart?" Belmont said in surprise. He thought it was just a joke or a rumor. Now he said it from Nathanos, Belmont had to believe it was true.

"We must act immediately, but unfortunately we can only act secretly. The Lich King's spies are everywhere, and if they are discovered by him, our plan will be in vain."

"Do you want to tell Tirion?" Belmont asked, and soon he got an answer. According to the Withered Ones' request, the Silver Northern Expedition must know about this.

It's up to Belmont to come forward to discuss in detail.

"Great Lord!" A Northern Expedition soldier walked into Fording's conference room. He was planning something with the Northern Expedition lord Dalphus and the Northern Expedition commander Entari.

"What's the matter, soldier?"

"The Forgotten Representative wants to see you."

"Ah!" Freding smiled on his face. If it were in the past, he would rush up to destroy the dead without mercy, but now he believes in his belief more because race does not represent glory.

"I just happened to see him and let him in."

When Belmont walked into the conference room, he was still a little nervous, and dealing with living people made him uncomfortable.

"Great Lord Fording." His tone was as respectful as possible, but the voice of the dead was not nice.

"Welcome, Ambassador Belmont." Tirio stepped forward to greet Belmont, his words as brisk as his steps. "The news has spread, congratulations on your victory at Naxxarmas. This is undoubtedly a powerful blow to the Lich King, and more importantly, you have inspired people and few people can come out alive from Naxxarmas."

"You have proved yourself." Dalphus was a dwarf, his careless way of speaking was very similar to his race. "The Gate of Heavenly Condemnation must have been planned by the Lich King."

Ntari nodded in agreement. Indeed, the Lich King could not exchange the most powerful floating fortress in order to allow the Forgotten to invade the enemy.

"Thank you for your approval." Belmont bowed deeply. He only made similar moves to Nathanos, an exception this time. "But now, I have new situations to tell you."

The atmosphere instantly returned to seriousness, and Tyrio coughed softly to calm everyone down.

"Tell me. There is no need to hide anything here."

"Our people have found a secret of the Lich King, about his heart."

Belmont originally thought Tirio and his companions should be surprised, but they just looked at each other calmly.

"Do you all know?"

"We just got the information, just this morning, a team of cursed sects rushed to the Dark Cathedral with something in the Ice Crown Fortress." Tirion took a deep breath, "This is the guidance of the holy light, this heart still exists, and Alsace still has the chance to become human."

"This idea is crazy." Belmont commented, but he was amazed that everything Tirio wanted to say was guessed by Nathanos. So he was preparing to apply to the Ashes Messenger to let the Forgotten participate in the operation. "If you have made a decision, then the person who sneaks into the Dark Cathedral must be the best player in a million."

"What do you think of the one standing in front of you?" Tirio replied with a smile.

Belmont opened his mouth in surprise and couldn't say a word at all. He tried hard to adjust his vision to see Dalphus and Entari.

"We persuaded him," said Dalphus, "we argued for an hour before you came. As a result..." the dwarf shrugged.

"This is really too dangerous. Have you ever thought about the consequences, Grand Lord?"

"I'm more awake than anyone, Belmont. And I'm about to set out." Tirio walked to the undead and whispered, "Thank you for me, Nathanos."

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"I must admit..." The Lich King looked at the Ashes Messenger approaching him. They were surrounded by people from the Curse Sect, and there were only four of them. "I have predicted your arrival. I hope you can find rest...a resting place suitable for you."

Tyrio took off his hood, and even now he didn't have a trace of fear. Instead, he was full of courage. "You seem to be too confident. You might as well think about the result of our last fight!"

The Lich King held the frost sorrow tightly, and his anger made his eyes brighter. The ghost place of the Holy Wish Chapel made him experience his first failure. "The last time we fought, you had the advantage of the Holy Land, and now, the land under your feet is my territory, and you will find that our situation has happened...reversed."

"Maybe!" Fording said calmly, "Even if my feet are not on the holy land, I can defeat you with the Ashes!"

This sentence became a complete joke in Arthas's eyes, making him laugh. This is the Dark Cathedral, a place where the Holy Light cannot shine. The Ashes Messenger is also weak here, while the sorrow of Frost can show infinite power. "Stop bluffing, you are just a paladin. Your obsession with redemption has reached a point of hopelessness."

Fording gritted his teeth, he thought that Arthas was also a Paladin. But now...

"Do you want to 'save' me, the willful child, who is unwilling to give up the only chance of humanitarian redemption? Therefore, you will only die faster."

"You are so disappointing, Arthas." Tirio rebuked loudly, "That is your heart!" He pointed to the frozen heart floating in the air with a cold light. "That is the last trace of humanity you have left, and I want to purify it before you completely lose it. I believe..."

The Lich King was waiting for the Paladin's next words. He wanted to know how touching words Tirio could say could move him to the sorrow of frost and cry. But no matter what the Paladin said, the so-called "purification" could only be ridiculed by him, and the response he made was to let the "guests" taste the sorrow of frost and hunger.

"I believe that only the shadow of the past is hopeless in your heart!" Tirio captured a trace of doubt flashing in the Lich King's eyes. That was enough. At the moment when the other party hesitated, the Ashes Messenger jumped to the heart with its users. Tirio had long had a premonition that Arthas would come, and he did not tell the Northern Expedition soldiers who were walking with him what he would do. His decision was like a temporary preparation.

The sword blade full of punishment easily broke through the ice that protected the heart. A loud noise alarmed the entire cathedral. The psychic closest to the heart was shaken away by the strong impact. The Lich King let out a terrifying howl, and Fording's behavior made him feel a heart-wrenching pain. When he dug out his heart many years ago, he thought he would never have the consciousness of a mortal again. At this time, he was wrong. He had never gotten rid of it. No. The frustration made Arthas angry. In order to relieve the pain, he had to stab the sword into the ground to support his body.

"Kill them all!" the Lich King ordered, and the accomplices in the cathedral immediately surrounded him. The Ashes Messenger did seriously injure him, but the people who caused all this had fallen to the ground at this moment, and there were only three guards who protected Fordn, and they were facing members of the No. 100 Curse Sect.

"Tirio fell! Brothers, protect him with your lives." A soldier from the Northern Expedition Army shouted.

The minions of the natural disaster rushed over, and they knew that the Holy Light could not save the group of people. But they forgot that it was not just the Holy Light that would save people.

"Terror guards, clear up here!"

Arthas was shocked by the sound, and he felt that failure had come to him again. A large number of elite armed undead appeared at the door, all of whom were betrayals of the Scourge.

Nathanos glanced at the Lich King kneeling on the ground, and he already knew what was going on, and he understood when that heart was destroyed.

"You... will pay the price for this!"

"So sorry, I disturbed your banquet, but I am not your only old friend." The Withered Man manipulated the bow and arrow and shot out the sword rain, and fought with the acolytes who turned to defend. His terrifying guards were all specially trained soldiers, which were most suitable for this battle. Among these people, Alsace did see another familiar figure.

"Moglani!"

The great lord of the Black Knight Picture ignored the Lich King. He took the lead in breaking through the enemy's defense line, came to Tirio, and activated the power in his body to summon a dark gate. "Come through the portal, he won't last long."

The soldiers of the Northern Expedition Army nodded to each other and rushed to support their great lord into the portal. Then Darian focused his eyes on the Lich King.

"This is a good opportunity! Maybe we can destroy him here."

"Don't underestimate his power!" Nathanos reminded, "Tirio has caused him unhealthy damage. We should be patient and have another chance to destroy him. This time Fordin owe us a favor, and we should be content with this."

The Death Knight nodded, and then the Northern Expedition Army was the second to enter the portal.

"Terror Guard, Retreat!" Nathanos ordered. He was the last person to leave. When he turned around, the Lich King was launching a terrible spell, which would definitely destroy all the enemies in his eyes. Suddenly, the Frost Sorrow burst out with a cold light of death. In just a moment, only Arthas was left in the Dark Cathedral.
Chapter completed!