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Roaring? Broken? Arthas didn't know what Tirio was saying for a moment. He thought the Paladin wanted to distract him, but Fording didn't seem to be a good person at lying.

The Dark Prince stared at the man, his allies were nice, Wagri had been repelled, and they were reconcentrated by the Ashes Messenger.

If they join the Scourge, if Frost Sorrow absorbs their souls…

Arthas's left hand touched the rune sword, feeling its coldness and hunger for the soul. Doing so aroused his desire for killing, but he suddenly touched something strange. His consciousness told him that it was a gap.

This is impossible! Arthas looked down at Frost's sorrow. In the past few years, this sword has accompanied him through all the battles. With Frost's sorrow, Arthas felt that he was complete.

In front of him, something he had never thought of happened. Under the skull of the hilt of the Skeleton of Frost Sadness, a conspicuous crack completely attracted Alsace's attention.

‘All your power comes from this sword, but unfortunately, this sword has been overwhelmed. Your final support is no longer trustworthy.’

Terenas's voice echoed in his ears, as if ringing the death knell of his demise. Arthas was incredible that Frost Sorrow had a crack. Will this affect himself like Illidan invaded the Frost Throne many years ago? Or is this crack not caused by the Ashes Messenger, but because Frost Sorrow was blocked in the Frost Throne. Neozu let it penetrate the Frost Sorrow and bring it to Arthas. Such a huge force may also cause harm to Frost Sorrow.

However, no matter what Arthas thought, he could not stop Tirio from telling his allies about the grief of Frost, which would undoubtedly increase their morale, and what Arthas had to admit was that the grief of Frost had begun to be unstable.

How long can this sword last?

The master of the sword stood there and thought nothing. He looked up as if nothing had happened. The battle was not over yet, and a crack could not explain anything.

"I only heard the sound of your legs trembling."

"You are at the end of your might, Arthas." Tirio said passionately, "The soul of the devouring of Frost sorrow is eager to be free, and now the imprisonment has been loosened. Once this sword breaks, you will face the anger of thousands of souls. Your father, Uther, and someone who told me all this, and the mother of that man is also in this sword."

"What?" Arthas could no longer hide his shock. He confirmed again that Nathanos was not here.

Tirio's eyes stared at Frost's sad thoughts and returned to the beginning of the war for a moment.

"Why are you here to see me so sneakily again?"

"Because the alliance is also in your army." Nathanos took off his hood and wanted to meet Tirio alone. Now there are people around him anytime and anywhere.

"Well, the letter you sent before has made it clear. Alsace must be eliminated at the Frozen Throne. I have recorded this, so what is your purpose this time, the Withered? The final battle is near, and if you can provide extra help, I will be very welcome."

"I've been to the Imaging Hall," said Nathanos.

"I heard." Tyrio looked at the Withering One, and the other party seemed to be uninjured. "The alliance originally wanted to investigate this matter, but attacking the Ice Crown Fortress is the top priority now." He paused for a few seconds and asked, "Did you find anything?"

"I saw the sadness of Frost, and the sword was placed in the hall of the image. I also tried to talk to the soul in the sword, and met my mother."

"Your mother... is in the rune sword?" Tirio was a little surprised, and then said regretfully: "I can understand your mood, but please believe that we can save those souls."

"I'm not referring to this." Nathanos shook his head, "I want to say the sword of Frost Sadness."

"What's the problem with the sadness of frost?"

After Tyrio asked questions, he saw Nathanos take out a bundle of scrolls and unfold them in front of Tyrio. The sadness of frost, the sword was painted on the scrolls with paint.

"What's this?"

"Your enemy," said Nathanos, pressing his hands against both sides of the scroll, making Tirion see more clearly. "People have always thought that the Lich King is the biggest enemy, but in fact the real enemy is this rune sword. Compared to the crown above the head, Frost Sorrow is the most terrifying weapon of Arthas and his source of strength."

"But this sword is in the hands of the Dark Prince."

"Don't be stupid again, Grand Lord." Nathanos whispered, correcting Tirio's mistake. "You and I know that weapons are not the whole of a warrior. If you have no Ash Messenger, you are still Tirio Fordine. I have no life, I am still Nathanos. Our strength has never relied on weapons, but Arthas is different. His biggest mistake is that he is too dependent on Frost's sorrow. Without Frost's sorrow, he is nothing. Therefore, if you want to defeat him, you must destroy his weapons."

"This is a magic weapon, Nathanos." Tirio reminded, "I can't even guarantee that the Ashes will gain a advantage in the battle against him in the territory of the Scourge."

"What if I tell you the weakness of this weapon?"

"What?" Tirio was shocked.

"There is no absolutely perfect weapon." Nathanos quit his right hand to touch the sword body under the Frost Sad Skull in the picture, which is also the intersection of the sword body and the skull. "The sword body of this weapon is very slender and slender in pursuit of lightness, but it also exposes a terrible problem, that is, its toughness has become very low. Perhaps it is believed that the material used for casting can make up for this defect, but any metal has its own upper limit. No matter how hard the city wall is, it will cracks appear as long as it launches hundreds or thousands of attacks towards its same position."

Tirion nodded thoughtfully, what Nathanos said was not unreasonable. "But the collision of weapons is mutual. What should the Ashes Messenger do if he loses to Frost's Sorrow?"

"I said, I met my mother in the image hall, and she told me how to defeat the Lich King."

Fording blinked, thinking what this had to do with what they were discussing now, and soon he thought of the answer, and before he could say it, Nathanos nodded affirmatively.

The soul in the sword also has its own consciousness!

Tirio was full of confidence at this time. Not only was he and his allies fighting the Lich King, but also a group of angry souls were also resisting. They were trying to break through the shackles of Frost. The crack was not caused by the Ashes Messenger, but the result of their "internal and external cooperation".

"Warriors, attack." Tirion called on the people around him to charge.

Arthas was also waiting for this moment. He had not lost yet, and he had a last chance. On the entire battlefield, only the Ashes Messenger could threaten the sadness of Frost. Since that's the case, then control its master.

Frost sadness hedged at the front Tyrio released a stream of energy. The Paladin released a shield to resist, but he did not expect that this stream of energy was not aggressive, but was forced to be imprisoned. He was sealed in the blooming ice.
Chapter completed!