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"Is everything... over?" Arthas asked in tears.

Terenas in his soul state could not see what his expression was, but his voice was calm. "It's all over, my son, the king's power has no eternity."

Arthas turned his gaze hard, and the other person was also staring at him, thankfully, there was no hatred in his eyes.

"Nathanos?" Arthas grabbed the Withered Arm with one hand.

"It's over, Your Highness." Nathanos's arms supported Arthas's body and nodded to him. "No one will blame you."

The prince smiled hard and said powerlessly: "There is only a piece of darkness in front of me."

The hand let go of Nathanos and never moved again. Is this a victory? Nathanos helped Arthas close his eyes. He had no joy in victory at all. Why?

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Everyone left, the Ice Crown Fortress was empty, and Nathanos himself didn't know why he had to return here.

Step by step, he gradually approached the Ice Throne.

The Lich King's throne of power is still in its original position, at the highest point of the Ice Crown Fortress. Nathanos tried it, and sitting there can really be condescending and overlooking all living beings.

When he came to the place where Arthas was broken, he picked up a piece of frost sadness, and incredibly the runes on it were luster.

There are also bodies of those sacrificed warriors on the platform in front of the throne. It's a pity that these people cannot be resurrected, even if the grief of Frost is destroyed, because there is a hidden truth here that cannot be known to outsiders.

Nathanos walked straight to the Ice Throne. Others sat on the Throne. There was also the outline of the Alliance's shoulders on his left shoulder, and his body was burning with flames.

A new Lich King, Bewal Fortagen, still closed his eyes, wearing the crown of Arthas, fell asleep, as if he was fusing with the helmet.

When he wakes up again, will he be the same as Alsace? Only time can prove the answer.

"It's all over?" Nathanos asked suddenly at the person on the ice.

What did he come here for? He doesn't remember it at all. Maybe he had his own purpose before returning to the Ice Throne, but now it has disappeared.

"It's meaningless!" he said, surprised that he said these five words. Because Arthas has fallen and the revenge of the Forgotten has ended, so what should he do next? What should the Forgotten do? Its original intention was to avenge the Lich King. Now that the great revenge has been avenged, the joy of completing the goal is short-lived, while the confusion of losing the goal is long-lasting, and even permanent for the Forgotten.

Merriel is right: What should the Forgotten Ones do when the Lich King is destroyed? They are still rejected, and their living relatives will not accept them. Many people may find a place that will not be discovered and buried in themselves after they realize this?

Nathanos shook his head. This stupid method cannot directly kill the undead whose fate is twisted. They have no breathing or sleeping. The process of lying on the ground to die is as long as a seedling grows into wheat ears. Their bodies will decay faster, and the rotten insects will make them suffer. It is better to end themselves directly in a more deadly way.

Fear! Nathanos already knows why he appears here, entirely because of fear, because if the Forgotten wants to end himself, he must rely on terrible and cruel means. They are dead, but they must suffer if they want to be liberated in the state of the living dead.

Time will kill them too... Nathanos realized something, a problem was ignored by him for a long time, and he fell into madness.

He gritted his teeth and threw Shadow's sadness aside. The axe blade made a "click" collision sound on the flat platform, followed by his bone bow and quiver, and Salamani. Before he could stop, the black cloak was taken off by him and raised in the bitter cold wind.

It was once complete, but now it is so dilapidated.

"No!" Nathanos yelled and threw it out, his cloak being torn by the cold wind and disappeared into the chaotic fog below the platform.

His shoulder armor was also taken off, followed by his breastplate. Inside the breastplate was a green shirt, which he remembered was given to him by a female elf when she was in love with him. At first he refused to put it on, but the other party's sweet look made him surrender.

At this moment, the good times could not stop Nathanos from doing what he wanted to do. He was impatient to unbutton one button after another, but pulled the dress open, and then more skin on his upper body was exposed.

Before he could finish, he still had covers, the bandages wrapped around his skin, arms, chest, and abdomen, all of them were dark yellow bandages. There was a faint smell of herbs on it, and Nathanos tried his best to stop the natural decay of his body.

Now, the upper body was empty. In despair, he began to feel no chill, only the stinging pain when the wind blew the skin.

His body! Nathanos looked at himself, like a monster, disgusting. The frost-sad wound on his abdomen did not disappear due to the break of the rune sword, but it was not the terrible thing. Many cracks appeared on his body and would fall off soon. The dry and folded skin was dehydrated, as fragile as parchment paper, and the blood left behind when fighting against Sindagosa further deepened this situation. The scars were vividly in their sight and could not heal, and the abscesses grew around the wound and looked ferocious...

...and his face. Nathanos has always hidden his face under his hood or in his high collar. He hopes to hide his identity in this way, but he ignores one thing that he only remembers what that face originally looked like, and now it is many years later.

He grabbed Salamani and saw his face on the sword. Who is this? Nathanos was shocked. He could no longer see the shadow of the Maris family child who liked to challenge the Ranger.

This is what time brings to him? Not only the enemy who wants to destroy him, but also the world? If this world rejects him, how can he exist? One day this body will perish. There is only darkness in front of Nathanos. He has realized that once a person realizes that his ultimate destiny is destruction, he will only spend the rest of his life in fear.

This victory was futile, and the vision that once prompted him and his people to fight for many years ultimately brought only a cruel fate.
Chapter completed!