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The light in the hall dyed the black ground blue. The air was frozen, and the only sounds that could be heard in the empty corridor were the sorrows from the soul in the air.

Nathanos moved forward without a sound. He glanced casually and saw a broken shield in the corner. Has anyone else been there besides him?

He stared ahead, the blue luster became brighter and brighter, and although he had not yet approached, the outline suspended in mid-air had already grabbed his heart.

The sword blade with the runes emits strange energy. The dazzling light casts mottled shadows on the wall. The sadness of frost is really here! Unattended? It's really incredible.

The wither made an exhalation action, and no air flowed into his heart and lungs could calm him down. His left hand instinctively touched his right abdomen, and it was this sword that ended his life, the pain... that lingering.

When he raised his head, he saw the sword reflected himself and felt a little strange. His cloak was stained with charred and blood stains, and his armor was covered with scratches. A few strands of hair slipped out of the hood above his head and hung in front of his face.

Tension! Unprecedented, this time he had to face the terrible enemy that was about to come alone, because the sorrow of Frost is one with its master, and it can feel it, and the Lich King can feel it.

Maybe there is still time now! Nathanos thought about it carefully. He heard that King Terenas was killed by this sword, and Uther was also killed by this sword. Unlike him, does the Lich King not resurrecting these two people mean that their souls are still in the sword?

Nathanos dared not touch it, but he could try to talk to the sword, and he didn't know who would summon him, and the sorrow of Frost devoured thousands of souls.

Who will respond to him? It should be Uther. Nathanos wants to talk to the messenger of light, and he has even figured out what to say.

"My child."

"What!" Nathanos's scream echoed in the narrow space around Frost Sadness. He stopped his spell and quickly took several steps back. Facing this voice, what should he do now? Should he turn back in shame or take this opportunity to atone for his sins?

"Mother...Mother, I..." Nathanos had a lot to say, but when he came to his mouth, he didn't know where to start, especially seeing Daphne's kind and kind face clearly.

"There's no time, Nathanos." The mother's soul was looming, and she shook her head to keep her son quiet. "The Lich King will come here soon. It was supposed to be Uther coming to explain everything to you, but I... I snatched this opportunity. Listen, the Lich King must be defeated on the Ice Throne, and... someone must replace him. The royal power can be ended, but it must be maintained."

Nathanos thought that there were many things to say between him and his mother, but he would never talk about such a serious topic first. Since this is the case, it means that their time is tight and the Lich King is approaching. He nodded and said that he remembered these two sentences and asked with endless guilt: "Who can take on this important task?"

"No one knows the answer, child. Those natural disasters and undead have no mind and only know how to kill. Without the control of the Lich King, they will attack creatures without restraint."

"But isn't the Lich King doing all this now? If his existence is to control the Scourge and prevent them from killing, then why should he try to conquer the world?"

"Human nature does not exist only in one's own heart, Nathanos."

Nathanos felt like he was hit. What does mother mean? Alsace still has humanity? How is this possible?

"Ah!" Daphne suddenly fell to her knees and wailed in pain, "He...he is here!"

The door at the other end of the hall was pushed open, and the chill that came to his face almost solidified the air. Alsace! The Withered Grudged his teeth. The last time he saw in Naxanael was his phantom, so this time, he was standing in front of him.

"Child...you must..." Daphne seemed to say something else, but the Lich King's voice burst out from the helmet: "Shut up, mortal!"

The mother's soul disappeared and was sucked into the grief of frost. Nathanos was furious when he saw all this, "Beast! What's wrong with her?"

Arthas raised his hand with a simple hand, and the rune sword flew from the pedestal to the palm of his hand. "You seem to have forgotten how she died, Nathanos. You actually have the courage to face her!"

"I will not forget that I also know that this sword imprisons your parents." Nathanos pulled out his weapon, split Salamani in two, pointed one of the swords at Arthas and shouted: "Do you think I will be a coward like you? Are you afraid of facing your sins? I came here today to defeat you, and after I saw my mother, I had another reason to kill you!"

"The bluff is useless," said the Lich King. "If you want her soul, come with me if you have the ability. Mavien, Farrick, bring his body in."

The Lich King's words told the Withering One that there were others here, and the sorrow of Frost is not unguarded. There is a three-stage platform on both sides of the hall, and light emerges from the ground, and two ghosts in heavy armor appear.

Mavien and Farrick, Alsace's personal bodyguards, served their masters faithfully both during their lifetime and after their death.

“As you wish, Master.”

"As for your order, your Majesty."

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Darien Moglani calculated the time he was waiting in his heart minute by minute. It seemed that a century had passed. He wanted to stretch his body, but found that the armor had been covered with a layer of frost. The Death Knight tried hard to break these bonds, not because it would cause him to be inconvenient to movement, but because the time came, and he could no longer feel the powerful evil power on the frozen throne. This shows that the Lich King had left and Nathanos had completed his mission.

It was time for him to act. Darian kicked the undead griffin hard and rushed in a certain direction in the darkness. The tiny broken ice hit his armor and made a "click" sound. When the Death Knight broke through this harsh environment, everything became clear. In his experience, he had never seen the full picture of the frozen throne. According to the general idea of ​​the throne, he thought there would be carpets and gorgeous decorations, but on the contrary, the Lich King did not leave anything here that could make people feel happy. There was a wide platform, with several smooth stone pillars standing around, and the throne standing high, leaning against an iceberg.

The extremely simple throne design surprised Darian. He could imagine the desolate scene where the Lich King sat on it, no one could talk to him, and only the cold wind accompanied him.

Whether Alsace himself can feel it...
Chapter completed!