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"I did think about it." Arthas hesitated for a long time before answering. "But now I don't think so. My father, mentor, and you...you always tell me what is right and what is wrong, what should be done, and what should not be done. I'm tired of it."

"The truth is not the only thing you are tired of." Nathanos interrupted and held up his body from the throne. It was not until this time that Arthas discovered that Nathanos had been seriously injured, and he was even a problem with walking. "The responsibility of you are tired of, the responsibility of being a prince."

This surprised Arthas. He was dissatisfied with Nathanos's comments on him because he slaughtered the citizens of Ssome to prevent the spread of the plague. He went to Northrend for the sake of the dead and finally wiped out Melganis. What he did was for the people, but what he got was the point of being pointed by thousands of people.

Does anyone understand my pain?

"But that's not your fault."

Arthas looked at Nathanos with even more surprise.

"It's all because of me." The man in front of the throne said with guilt. "I'm wrong since we met on the street. I've let you see the beauty of the lives of civilians, and the seeds to protect them have been planted in your heart. The more I hope you make the most correct choice for the people, the more you push you to the dark path. I'm sorry, Alsace!"

The Dark Prince could only look at the scene in a dumbfounded manner. The first time he heard someone apologize to him... It felt really strange. Arthas wondered what reaction he should have, but he subconsciously replied: "I don't need your apology, it's too late."

"Yes, it's too late." The Withered One repeated, "Your sin is too deep to be redeemed."

"So, you are here to correct my mistakes like these people? Didn't you see their fate?"

"I have to tell you." Nathanos said word by word, and the sadness in his hand burst into blue light. "I have taught you a lot, but I have not told you one thing, that is, never look at the enemy in front of you. Tirio!"

The Withering One used all his strength to throw Shadow's Sadness towards the inactive Paladin. Frost Sadness is indeed much more powerful than this battle axe, but some spells in the rune sword can be resolved with the same attribute power. Nathanos discovered this when he fought against Sindagosa.

Shadow's sadness accurately hit the ice cage that imprisoned Tirio and began to absorb the energy in it. The ice shell on the Paladin's eyelid began to shatter and peel off. He found that his hands could move, and his gritted teeth gradually formed on Ford's face, and more ice cubes fell off with his force. His body moved slowly, but that was not enough!

"O the supreme holy light," Tirion cried, "Please give me the strength to break through this shackle."

Alsace has always believed that in the darkest place of the Scourge, the Holy Light was useless at all, but now he was wrong. Fordin's body began to be completely surrounded by golden light, and the cracks in the ice cage were clearly visible under the light.

The paladin roared to the sky, and a huge sound of shattering burst out under the blade of the Ashes Messenger, filling the entire Ice Throne.

The ice was broken, and the ice was shot everywhere. Fording was intact and the cage did not cause any damage to him. Countless pieces of ice fell from the armor of justice.

"Althus!" Tirio Fordine rushed towards the dark prince with the grief in his hand, like the first collision.

The golden blade flashed with dazzling colors, and the rune sword was ready. But this time, Alsace heard moans and shatters sounding in his ears. The sound came from the sword.

He realized that he had known it long ago. The sadness of Frost was already overwhelmed, and the sword body had been damaged. It was no longer trustworthy.

The sadness of frost broke with a clang, no! It should have been completely broken. The fragments swirled and flew out, scattered everywhere.

Tyrio, Arthas, Nathanos, and at this moment they were all staring at Frost's sorrow.

The Paladin's tears were about to burst out, and it was this sword that destroyed the beautiful and rich Lordaeron. Now it was broken! Arthas felt that his consciousness had stopped. It was this sword that brought him everything, and now it was broken! Nathanos expected this scene - the scene of the destruction of the sadness of frost - but when it really appeared, the Witherer was mixed with emotion. What should he react? He found that he did not feel at all wanting to cheer.

"This is impossible." Arthas trembled, and the only rune sword fragments in his hand slipped away. It was not that he took the initiative to let go, but that the fragments were out of his control. Countless souls were released from it, and more moans sounded. The sound was so huge that Arthas took a step back and looked in horror. It seemed as if the whole world was being torn apart.

These are the souls under the Sword of Frost Sorrow. In the Rune Sword, they are controlled by Arthas, but now, the first thing the slaves do after being released is often to ask the slave owner to vent their anger.

He was surrounded by souls, his whole body was uncontrollably separated from the ground and floated in mid-air. Arthas found that he could not do anything. He could not call on his servants to help him, and could not destroy these souls.

So many souls, so angry, like a craze covering the sky, trying to subdue him. In a moment, Alsace felt that he was about to be crushed and destroyed.

Only then did he realize that these souls have never been conquered by him, and have never been.

"I am like a lion in a flock of sheep, but they are not afraid of me, nor are they afraid of me."

"It's over, Alsace, your life to kill creatures is over today."

The messenger of the ashes fell on Alsace.

Pain, the pain that erupted from the wound, completely defeated Arthas. This feeling never left him, even though he dug out his heart. He hadn't experienced it for too long, and it felt like a newborn baby was stabbed by a needle.

Alsace thought to himself desperately, but he didn't get rid of anything.

The helmet of the rule rolled down from the head of Arthas. The Dark Prince reached out to grab the helmet, but it seemed like a distance from the sky. He couldn't catch it, and his whole body collapsed on the ice with weakness. Blood gushed out from under him, and his white hair was scattered behind his head.

"My son."
Chapter completed!