Chapter 511

Mishilsa Anell, this is the ghost child Dick found in the abyss of the icecap glacier.

The childhood image of Alsace minehill represents the only light and hope left in his heart. The Lich King threw away the heart that would make him weak, and tore part of his soul completely, leaving Anell in the eternal dark ice.

However, it is more obvious that the Lich King may not know that Arnel did not die, but tenaciously existed, just like hope, once born, it is difficult to be completely destroyed.

And after the darkness belonging to the Lich King was finally defeated, Alsace, who remained in his body, was awake when he died.

Although Dick promised to come to save Alsace long before this tragedy, when he saw his current situation, Dick also knew that he could not be saved.

The fetter between him and this body is too deep. The fetter between him and the sadness of the magic sword frost is too deep. After the magic sword is broken and the body is destroyed, this soul can no longer be saved.

Dick finally failed to do what he promised, or failed to save Alsace, the miserable prince, the lonely loner who led him to be a friend at last, the poor man who was willing to fall into the dark for his own protection.

"No need to apologize... Dick, my friend."

Alsace's face looked thin because of his long-term contact with death and darkness. After the dark forces were defeated, the ice blue fire of the dead in his eyes also dissipated at this moment. He looked at Dick and grinned with his last strength,

"You're here. That's enough. I didn't expect to be saved. I've done so many wrong things... Death is just the slightest punishment... My child, what's your name? What's your name?"

Arnel was afraid to hide behind Dick. The paladin restrained the light and patted him on the shoulder. This action seemed to give him courage. He came out from behind Dick, held his cape and whispered,

"My name is mishilsa Anell, your majesty... I have been guarding your treasure for you! But I lost it by accident. I'm sorry... "

Alsace was stunned for a moment, and then realized what "treasure" Arnel said. He shook his head difficultly, threw the broken sword in his left hand aside, and then extended it to Arnel, who also timidly extended his hand and put it on the cold hand. Then, he heard Alsace say,

"You've done a good job... Arnel, live a good life, live a new life instead of me... You're free."

"Ah

Just when Alsace said the word "freedom", anel uttered a cry of surprise. The dark blue flame spread constantly on his body. Where the flame flowed, anel's weak soul became solid. Obviously, this was Alsace's last blessing to the child. He completely cut off anel's connection as a part of his soul, Given his new existence, as a former Lich King, Arthas had enough ways to do this incredible thing.

Dick quietly looks at this scene, and no one bothers him. Until the reconstruction of Arnel is completed, Dick takes out the little lantern which has become more and more bright from his arms. He looks at Alsace,

"There's a special soul to talk to you, my friend. You won't want to miss it, so... Hold on a little longer."

The left hand of the paladin brushed the surface of the lantern, from which a wisp of purple soul floated out and stayed around Alsace, finally forming the image of an old man with a crown. He was wearing a white robe, and there were various decorations on his clothes, as well as a golden ribbon, which represented his identity.

When they saw the old man, old Fordring and Mograine gave a exclamation at the same time. Then they bent down and knelt down. Even Uther, who was standing in the distance, couldn't help looking back, and then lowered her proud head,

"Sire Terenas!"

The old man looked back and waved to his old minister, "tirio, Alessandro and Uther, it's nice to see you again... But please allow me to be selfish. I'll leave the last time for me and my son."

King Terenas, the king who was killed by Alsace himself, his father, the old king, bent down and stroked Alsace's bony white hair with unreal fingers. There was a heavy and sad flash on his old face,

"Alsace, my child, look what he has done to you, child. I'm sorry that I shouldn't have let you go to East dalongmir. It was my stubbornness that led you to this road of no return."

"No, father... It's my destiny."

The light in Alsace's eyes was getting weaker and weaker, but there was no hatred, no anger, no coldness, only peace. He looked at the old man in front of him, struggling to reach out and hold his hand together.

"Father, I'm sorry, I'm sorry for what I did... I was wrong... Forgive me."

The ghost of King Terenas sighed, and he gave a smile of relief,

"Remember what I taught you? My child, kingship does not last forever, but we should be glad that everything is over, that all the darkness and all the suffering are over today. "

"Cough... In front of my eyes, there used to be only darkness... But now, I see at least a glimmer of light."

The last time Arthas looked at Dick, his eyes were full of gratitude,

"Thank you for the gift, my friend... Goodbye..."

The farewell time is over. At the moment when Alsace closes his eyes, the dark white flame suddenly appears on his body, just like the scene of Hera's death. The dark white flame burns fast. Almost in the blink of an eye, Alsace's body, his soul, and the soul of King Terenas are ignited in the white flame, Burning, eventually reduced to ashes, in the whistling wind, from the top of the broken ice throne, blowing to the icecap glacier, blowing farther away.

At this moment, Northrend's mountains and rivers are singing together.

At this moment, the cold wind howls in the cold north.

At this moment, the whole dead of Azeroth roared together.

At this moment, the whole world felt the death of a great man.

In the Far East Kingdom, the inner hall of stansom palace, kariyar looks at the window with a light wind. She opens the window, and the naughty wind blows into the room, leaving a gentle kiss on her face.

On the broken ice throne, people quietly watch the end of the scene. Veron begins to mourn the delani people's prayer. Woking also lights the incense of the troll's farewell. A dark era is over.

This solemn atmosphere, until an unexpected episode appeared, when people did not notice, Uther, who had been standing on the edge of the throne, took a deep breath. He closed his eyes, took a step forward, and the whole person fell into the air below the throne platform.

"No! Uther

Old Fordring was the first to discover the accident. He rushed to the edge of the throne, but others were faster than him. Dick seemed to have expected the scene. With a wave of his left hand, he quietly stayed in the sky of the throne. The eight warlords of wagri turned into eight streamers and rushed into the lower part of the throne. A few seconds later, Uther was struggling, They drag them onto the platform again.

"Let me go! Asshole

There is probably nothing more embarrassing than to make up one's mind to die, but not to succeed. But Uther has no chance to try again, because old ferding and Mograine, one by one, have held him up and dragged him to the center of the throne. After the war, everyone is exhausted and injured, Even the old priest Veron felt a little tired. They all sat cross legged in a circle. The Lord of death just lowered his head. A few seconds later, he said,

"You... You go!"

Uther's voice became dispirited. He felt a trace of fatigue from his dark body. His firm face was full of confusion. He looked up at the purple storm that was rapidly dissipating in Dick's Lantern and waved to his companion,

"Let's go! Leave here forever... Don't come back... "

"And you? Uther? That's how you're going to kill yourself? "

Old Fuding looked at Uther incomprehensibly. "I don't understand. When you are stabbed by Alsace, even if you choose to fall into the dark, you have to survive strongly. Why do you choose this cowardly way after victory?"

"That's why!"

The death knight put the bone sword in his hand on his leg. He glanced around and finally sighed, "because of revenge, I live. It's also because of revenge. I don't know why I live... Arthas is dead. My existence is meaningless. The world of the living is disgusting to me. The whisper of apocalypse is blocking my destiny, Life and death can never coexist... I just, just don't want to meet you one day on the battlefield... Frankly, after the death of Alsace, can you really accept the black front knights? In your eyes, are we really different from the natural disaster of the dead? "

Uther's words made everyone silent. Even the wise Veron sighed at this moment, and the bravest sarufal made a very appropriate conclusion,

"Maybe we can. After all, you have proved yourself on the battlefield... But the people..."

"All right! Don't talk about this stupid problem any more! "

Dick suddenly raised his left hand to interrupt the silence. He looked up at Uther with serious eyes,

"Azeroth may not be able to accept the Knights of the black front, but the other world can! Uther, you have met Illidan. I think you also heard about the current situation of Delano world from the refugees who returned not long ago. Many things I didn't tell you before are because it's not the right time. Now that the natural disaster has been eliminated, it's time to put this on the table. "

The paladin's eyes were slightly closed, but his voice was more and more low. "Uther, you have participated in the battle of Mount Hyjal and seen the destructive power of the Burning Legion, but that is not the first time, and it will never be the last time. Under the terrible shadow, Azeroth has never been safe! In the face of the existing threat, the natural disaster of the dead is only a trivial wave. "

"Illidan and I have a complete plan, and we have reached the most critical moment. You say that there is no reason for the existence of the black front knights, and I will find a reason for you!"

"Even the scourge of the dead... Without the control of the Lich King, the scourge of the dead will devour the whole world, so it cannot exist in this world, but I will give it a new mission, a mission that no one can refuse. The Legion of the dead will change from a shadow threatening the world to a sword guarding the world. Most importantly, it will always be in our hands! And it will never threaten Azeroth again

Dick opens his eyes. Lord anweina, who has just regained a little strength, runs to the distance, picks up the dim helmets and puts them in the palm of Dick's hand. The paladin raises them high,

"What I hold in my hand is a cruel fate... But it does not belong to Azeroth, nor to the living... Uther, are you willing to accept this fate until the soul is dead forever? Are you willing to fight for eternal peace in the endless time to come? Are you willing to give everything to protect the world under your feet? "

Everyone's expression became serious. Mograine and sarufal seemed to want to ask something, but they were stopped by old Fuding and Veron. What happened in front of them can't be disturbed, because it means the inheritance of the next Lich King

Yes, even if they just killed the second Lich King, but now, they have to choose the third Lich King, just because Dick is right.

Without the control of the Lich King, the violent natural disaster of the dead will devour everything. Under that amount, the whole world can't avoid it. Moreover, it seems that Dick has a complete plan for how to arrange the natural disaster of the dead.

When faced with the helmets that dick sent to him, Uther's eyes were closed. It was obvious that the death Lord was also fighting and struggling fiercely in his heart. But in the end, Dick's "new mission of the black front Knight" still moved him. Uther was not really an undead in the true sense. He still had complete feelings for those loyal and fearless subordinates, He really can't bear to see them end up in rebellion.

So after three minutes of silence, Uther opened her eyes. The confusion had dissipated. Instead, her eyes became firm again,

"Yes! I will

Dick took a deep breath, took out the wind sword from the ring, and then motioned Uther to kneel half in front of him, just like a knight of the king. Dick held the helm in one hand and the sword in the other hand. As witnesses, Veron, old fording, woking, sarufal and Mograine stood on both sides of the broken ice throne.

Cried Dick,

"Death Lord Uther, in the sky and earth of Azeroth, in the gaze of all souls, in the witness of the most noble warriors in the world, you will take a heavy mission, please swear to me!"

"The long night is coming. I will watch from tonight till I die!"

"I will not retreat, I will not fear, I will not retreat."

"I will not wear a crown, I will not fight for glory. I will do my duty and die here. "

"I am the sword of death in the dark, the silent blade against evil, the guardian of the undead who breaks the world, the ever dim light at dawn, the white bone horn that wakes sleepers, and the immortal Legion that guards Azeroth."

"I give the dead life and the silent glory to the night watchman!"

"It's like this tonight, every night."

Dick said, followed by Uther, and their voices became louder and louder. At last, even sarufal and Mograine could not help clenching their fists. The cold air was filled with endless solemnity and solemnity.

After the last oath, Dick raised his sword and gently held it against Uther's left and right shoulders. Then he handed the sword to anel, holding his helmets in both hands, and put it on Uther's head,

"In the name of the Council of Titan guardians of Azeroth, the temporary great guardian, Dick bronzan don, I give you this responsibility. From now on, there will be no more undead disasters. You will become the leader of the night watchman's legion, go to Delano, and return to Azeroth for no reason until the threat of the Burning Legion is eliminated!"

"Azeroth and the guardian's eyes are on you, Uther, use your power carefully! If you can't bear the responsibility, you'd better end it yourself. I don't want to see my comrades degenerate into real monsters! "

At the moment when the helmets of control and Uther's spirit were connected, the Lord of death gave a dull hum, and the verdict of death in his hand also gave a roar. His body kept shaking until 10 minutes later, Uther opened his eyes, and two pale blue streamers flashed away in his eyes.

"The night watchmen are in position... When are we going to Delano?"

Faced with this problem, Dick shrugged and pushed the ignorant Anell behind him to Uther,

"That's not urgent. It will take time for the mages to restart the dark gate. But before that, Uther, this is your new disciple and your best deputy and successor. You'd better train this child well. His potential is amazing."

"Why? Just because he had something to do with Alsace? "

"No... because of frostmourning, the child has made some special connection with the fragments of frostmourning. I'm sure you won't give up such a help, will you?"