The people at the gathering place were preparing for the banquet with laughter and laughter. We were very much looking forward to the banquet, because the people in the Arctic were so cunning and deceitful that they killed each other for dragon bones and various cherished resources.

Arthas responded respectfully to his master, and as my words fell, the undead being blown away and the dwarf guards who were crushed to death also stood up silently. Our movements were stiff and our eyes flickered.

Shining with a faint blue light, Alsace looked at the death horse standing behind him and couldn't help but sneered.

The wisdom of the past still shines in my eyes, but in the end that wisdom is still for what I think. The answer is not yet self-evident.

The holy light shone under my body without any summons, covering my golden hair, making me look so holy. However, my hand hesitated and reached behind me.

Sharp sword.

But the soldiers of Lordaeron have no such worries. We drank wine, ate freshly baked bread and tender poster steaks, waiting for the return of our masters, Arthas and Muradin, and let us have a banquet.

The breath reaches its peak.

I am the knight of death now!

Our voices dissipated like the wind in Northrend, and Arthas finally came to the front guard of the magic sword.

"It's so sad...even they can see clearly..."

Frostmourne also suddenly burst out with even less power. This terrifying power instantly sent everything flying out of the impact. Even Shi Fan and Kraronin, who were the bases, were not spared. Our eyes were shining brightly.

We were instantly annihilated by the violent impact of Frostmourne, and our previous persistence became exhausted and perished under the guidance of Alsace's kind thoughts.

Because our prince raised the sword in his hand.

Arthas raised his head and laughed wildly at the end, because I felt the power! I felt this huge, unparalleled power! That power can allow me to summon tens of millions of undead, and can allow me to overturn the entire world.

!

The fragments of Suss and Kraronin's bodies turned into ashes in the air. It was the anger of the Lich King and Arthas' determination when he drew his sword, but it had not dissipated yet.

I set out to get off the horse, which was no longer afraid of the heat and no longer had any physical limitations, but I thought of a figure in my mind.

But I closed my eyes, but I could feel the only requirement to pull out the sword, and the only requirement to break the sword.

However, such a situation is theoretically possible.

"Finally... Frostmourne is in your hands."

"Alsace."

The ghosts wanted to dissuade Alsace, but Alsace, who had not yet mastered the art of necromancy, did not want to talk less. I could feel that the undead were indeed blocking my way out of bad intentions.

Everything he said was true and sincere.

People without the obsession of the soul can still reach that point. With her, I just insisted on putting my hand under the hilt of the sword, so that the giant dragon and the dead mage would attack.
Chapter completed!