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Tirio looked at the Forgotten in front of him and became confused about the letters on his hand.

"I heard that the Alliance's Sky-Breaking Sky went to Ice Crown Fortress?"

"You have to ask the Alliance for this matter." Belmont said sly. Before coming here, Nathanos specifically reminded him that any questions from Tirio must be avoided. Obviously, the Ashes Messenger had to ask something at this moment. Belmont said first: "Great Lord, I am just a message."

Surprise and alertness were reflected on Fordin's face. He showed a smiley expression and opened the letter and said, "You are also a loyal messenger, Belmont. Go back and tell your master that we need to meet to discuss what role the Forgotten should play in the final battle."

"I will deliver your news." Belmont bowed and turned away from Fording's gaze.

The envelope had been opened, but Tirio did not go to see it at the first time. He waved his hand to greet a Northern Expedition soldier and said to the other party: "Go and find out the situation in the alliance and report to me at any time."

The soldier retreated. Tirio frowned and thought for a while. Nathanos suddenly disappeared from the hall of the image. There was nothing suspicious about his purpose. His purpose was to obtain the intelligence to defeat the Lich King, and the intelligence was in the hands of the Paladin.

Tirio read the above words silently, Nathanos communicated with Frost Sorrow and received instructions from the soul in the sword, which did not surprise Fordine. The following message made Tirio's expression begin to become solemn.

"Must defeat him in the Frozen Throne?" the Paladin murmured. This is not good news, because the Lich King will occupy the right time and place. The worse news is the last one.

"There must be a Lich King, and the king's power must continue to be maintained? What does this mean?" Tirion couldn't help but burst into question. The reason he was angry was because Nathanos did not make it clear in the letter. If these were necessary conditions to defeat the Lich King, then the target of the Silver Northern Expedition Army looked like helping another Lich King to usurp the throne.

"How can I tell others such a thing?" Tirio cursed and walked towards the window of the room. In his sight, he could see the door of fear in front of the Ice Crown Fortress: Coresa.

Facing the thick wall, the Paladin clenched his fists with his hands.

The power was too strong. Nathanos came to the deserted corner of the Ice Crown Glacier alone in order not to let others feel the artifact in their hands. The moment Darien Moglani handed Shadow's sorrow into his hands, the familiar stinging sensation in his abdomen swept through Nathanos's body. Shadow's sorrow and Frost's sorrow were a little different, but they could both uncover the scars on Nathanos's body and torture him.

The Withering Man put the axe on the snow and sat cross-legged beside him. This action made him feel a little uncomfortable, but if Shadow Sadness was not a special weapon that was infused with his soul, he would not have done so.

The only people in this world who know Shadow's Sadness may be him and the Black Knights. If others knew how this sword was forged, they would definitely feel that the people involved in the casting were completely crazy.

Therefore, before being condemned and opposed by those people, Nathanos must master this weapon and make Shadow's sadness obey his own power. As mentioned earlier, this is a weapon infused with souls, so the prerequisite for controlling it is to allow those souls to be commanded by him.

Nathanos felt himself back to the hall of image and began to talk to an evil artifact like that time. The spell was chanted in his mouth, Shadow's sorrow began to tremble constantly, and the runes on the axe blade gradually lit up. From the inside to the outside, a brutal force pulled the Withering One, allowing him to see a thousand pictures.

The sky was blood red. Under the new Avalon, the black knight charged towards the bloody Crusader. A paladin in shining armor tried to stop them, but was stabbed off the war horse with a sword. His soul was pulled out.

Zudak, the home of the Dakale Ice Troll. A storm giant was occupied by rage and lightning. He began to sweep the enemies under his feet, and none of the trolls were spared.

The dragon bone wilderness, the north wind tundra, the koalada, the howling strait, there are fighting everywhere, and fallen figures everywhere.

These thousand souls come from different races, and they have no contact with each other. The only thing they have is hatred for the Scourge. Even after death, their anger will not dissipate.

Nathanos opened his eyes and couldn't help asking himself: "How should I control them?"

Each of these souls has hatred for the Scourge, which can also become their unanimous power to destroy the Lich King, but it does not mean that they will admit that they should be controlled unless Nathanos can make them feel that they are actually the same as him.

"Would you compare to whom?" The withered man laughed at himself, slowly touching the wounds on his abdomen and face with his hands. Two different memories instilled in the sadness of the shadow.

remorse!

In the Forest of Yongge, he was surrounded by the Scourge. Ramsden hated him and pressed him to the ground with force, and stepped on his body hard. The feeling of being crushed to pieces had not yet disappeared. The rune swords in Alsace's hand followed one after another. He fell down, his soul was torn back to his body, and after his mother's blood was sprayed on his face, he began to march towards Silver Moon City like other dead minions.

anger!

Getting rid of control from the hands of the Lich King should be the dream of every undead who wants to resist. Fortunately, he succeeded. He seized the opportunity to restore freedom. Then within a few days, he understood that the truth that had not been taught to him for decades - the cruelty of fate. He was surrounded in his own home and fought alone, as if he was facing Arthas alone. However, this time his enemy directly dispelled his resistance from the spiritual level. His lover's bow and arrow knocked him down, and he had never been so angry. That kind of anger was not because of betrayal, not because of misunderstanding, not for any reason, but pure anger, anger that will never be erased.

Redemption!

His ashamed when he saw his mother and the current situation where his mother's soul was still trapped in the sadness of Frost strengthened his determination to defeat the Lich King. Few people in the world can survive the head-on collision with the sadness of Frost, and his strength is no longer a secret.

The trembling sound of frost sadness gradually became quiet. Slowly, the weapon automatically escaped from the ground and floated in front of Nathanos. When the Withered One opened his eyes, he felt Shadow Sadness was inviting him. Nathanos reached out to hold the handle of the axe, and the initial stinging sensation disappeared, replaced by an unparalleled adaptation. He felt the souls summoning, evil, blood, and frost power surged in his body.

‘Is this the same thing when Arthas faces the grief of frost?’
Chapter completed!