Such shouts sounded extremely harsh and felt extremely cold in my heart.

21 Yes, even though I am so timid, I am worthy of my army and people during my lifetime, but why did they treat me like this? It is not my will to become a dead soul, and I did not do anything too bad to the world. Why did they be so ruthless first, and they did not feel sorry for me at all?

I thought so, but now my extreme personality makes me think more distorted and I feel more disappointed with my people, and this disappointment quickly turns into the power of anger. If it is a mistake to say that I am despised by them, and I have erased all my achievements and reputations, then I really don’t have to worry about the so-called feelings for them anymore.

This kind of thinking has seriously affected my understanding of Uther and his marks, especially his final judgment on me next.

"Arsace, if you think you can still be redeemed, let me see how the Holy Light responds."

He walked into me but did not kill me with a weapon. Instead, he put down the warhammer and began to summon the holy light to me. I knew this feeling would not be good, but my inner disappointment and anger had completely covered up my external feeling. It was precisely this anger that silently caused a qualitative change to me.

At this moment, I could no longer get rid of this posture until the holy light shone into my body. Anger suddenly rose with pain, my psychology and thinking became more and more distorted, and I was unable to control my body. Finally, I fully established my understanding, and this understanding also urged a new force to fill my body, as if I was controlling the holy light back then. However, this time the power was externally suppressed me, and I did not care about my feelings. I also felt that this force brought me great pain.

Several great excitement entangled, and this only made me think about doing one thing, which is to use this new force to get rid of the current predicament, or, in other words, to kill Uther, who was engaging in the holy light on himself, based on this will.

This new force sensed my will, and helped me free my current shackles and release it... It was also a kind of power controlled by all the Death Knights I encountered, the dark force. I began to release this will to offset the nearby holy light. Although it was not enough to compete with Uther's powerful holy light, the sudden power still allowed me to charge next time under the surrounding of the holy light.

I know that such a charge will not pose a substantial threat to Uther, who has been through the battlefield for a long time. But my current dark power can only make me take a gamble.

He was desperate to take a chance, and he would knock my weapon away, or even my people, but reality seemed to show some turning point. He was hesitant, disappointed and heartbroken, and did not do any moves at first. Maybe I should think about it or worry about his feelings, but I didn't. I still charged forward like this, with a very clear goal, because I knew that as long as he hesitated like this, I would definitely have a chance, as long as I could be closer, before he reacted...

The Silver Hand and Lordaeron soldiers next to them were reminding their general to take action quickly. Perhaps these voices reminded him of his duty as a general. In the end, with his sigh, he still raised his weapon to me. Seeing this, I knew that I could not succeed at all. After all, my strength could not charge, but I had already focused all my energy here and didn't care what was around me, even though someone had pointed the bow and arrow at me.

For me, this is no longer necessary. With the level of my understanding of the power of darkness, it is impossible to resist Uther. What is the difference between dying under an arrow and under a warhammer?

I was still not paying attention to the surroundings, just trying to get my sword to stab Uther. At this moment, a sharp arrow had already shot at me. Yes, I didn't notice, or there was no need to pay attention, but he noticed it.

When Uther saw it, he did not watch it shoot at me, but ignored my actions and blocked me with a war hammer. Yes, blocked me. I still didn't notice his move, but when the bow and arrow were popped out by the war hammer, I knew his move, but my sword could no longer be taken back and finally stabbed there.

I succeeded, my sword deeply stabbed Uther's chest, and the hot blood dyed my dirty black body and the armor that someone gave me, but I was not excited by defeating him. On the contrary, I felt confused for a moment, especially when I really saw a bow and arrow about to shoot at me on his warhammer. Yes, even so, he was still thinking about my safety. But I was thinking about myself, and the hatred for his extreme extreme guidance...

The hatred in my heart disappeared instantly, but endless regret and self-blame. I immediately threw down my weapon and hugged Uther. Maybe at this time he could take me away with me, but at the end he just sighed and said something.

“Alsace…”

"I'm sorry, I was wrong, Uther..." I held him and buried my head in pain. I still wanted to save him, but now I don't have any power and no holy light. Even if I have it, such injuries cannot be cured at all. The helpless pain lingers on me again, and my regret is getting worse and worse, just like a human being with the same emotions.

When Uther saw this, he put down his weapon and tried to comfort me with his hands, but his words surprised me a little.

"I was wrong. I shouldn't have come... I shouldn't have taken you back..." He said this, and only then did I understand his feelings for me, even if I was already the undead who was opposite to the Holy Light.

At this moment, my body suddenly shot out a black force, and this force directly killed Uther, who was already in a rebirth. I felt paralyzed and powerless because I lost this force and could no longer support my current state. However, before my consciousness completely disappeared, I saw the silver hand around and other Lordaeron soldiers coming to me angrily, and I felt deeply comforted by this. After all, this was a kind of relief. However, at the last moment, I didn't know why, I glanced at the arrow inserted in Uther's weapon...

Yes, it was the kind of arrow again. When I saw it clearly, my anger was filled with my spirit again, but after more ordinary arrows shot me, I no longer had any understanding in a flash.

................

On the other side,

The undead led by Kelthas, the Burning Legion advance team and the betrayers organized by the betrayers repelled again and again, led by his father and brother. At this moment, Dasrema realized the seriousness of the problem and decided to take all his strength and devote himself to the goal, striving to destroy the huge portal that Kelthas had not yet fully built.

However, the elves did not seem to have made any progress this time. Many people were exhausted, and more and more people chose to rebel. Even these rebels accounted for half of the entire army. However, the Dasrema and his son did not give up and finally approached Kelthas, although he was no longer the same as before at this moment.

"Give up your actions, you don't know what you're calling, Kelthus!"

"It's the Burning Legion that almost destroyed the entire world tens of thousands of years ago. Am I talking about it? Father."

"You're crazy."

Das Rema was even more disappointed, with wrinkles and bloodstains on his face making him older, while Kelthus smiled, but soon became sharp.

"Maybe, but you all forced this!"

"We never forced you to do anything!" Annastrey also scolded his younger brother. Yes, he was right, but for Kelthus, only one person was enough.

"Yes, of course it's not you, but you believed him. It really surprised me that you actually believed in a human being and were suspicious of me."

"But what he said was right!"

This sentence interrupted Kelthus, and he seemed to realize his extremeness at this time, but he did not regret everything he did, especially when he felt some life, which made him feel as happy as a drug addict was satisfied.

"Yes, he was right, but he was stupid. He was actually worried about your so-called dignity and did not have the main force of Pardalon, but went to die in person.

"Yes, he was very stupid. If he had told me these things at that time, I would have strangled you to death and not allowed you to exist in this world."

"Are you demented? How could he know all this in advance?"

"Maybe I'm demented, but I can tell you that you will fail, and that we elves will rise again."

"Is that? But he is now the same as me." He said so, then raised the Frost Sadness, and then a beam of force shot towards his father. Although Dasrema had noticed Kelthas's move, he seemed unable to resist this force, because his strength was already very strong...

It seemed that nothing could be avoided, but at this moment, an older mage used his body to block this dark force and became the target of the attack. He was the master of Kelthas, who was once the adjutant when Das Rema was the leader of the Imperial Army of Azshara tens of thousands of years ago.

Time was too sudden, and Dasrema and Annastrey didn't notice the sudden situation at all, while the adjutant left only his last words and closed his eyes.

"I'm sorry, I didn't raise him well."

"Damn it." A huge anger surrounded the hearts of the Sun Chaser father and son, and at this moment, Kelthas laughed.

"Just right, he did the same thing as me,

And it won't take long before he will be the same as me again

.”

Kelthas said this, while he raised the Frost Sadness again, and this time he fought for strength enough to blow it to pieces even if someone blocked the gun.

"Kelthas!" With Das Rema's mixed feelings shouting, the power was finally released and eventually turned into ashes. The elves' resistance ended. Most of them were forced to surrender or die under the minions of the Burning Legion, and only a few escaped.

Kelthas looked at all this and was silent for a long time, but he did not kill all his former compatriots. Perhaps he was sad, sad, and even regretful. Perhaps he also realized his extremeness, but nothing had to turn back, especially when outside the portal, the huge force became increasingly felt that it existed in his own world, and he had to welcome his arrival.

He instinctively thought about the power of this master and compared it with some of the powerful forces in his previous understanding, such as the Black Dragon King Nasario who helped the Orc Death Knight steal the Book of Medivh, the most powerful creature in the world of Azeroth. But this was the feeling that the dark power gave him at the beginning, but as the portal gradually improved, he felt that this power was becoming more and more terrifying, and even Nasario would choose to escape because he seemed to have feared this power and chose to escape. Kelthas seemed to have begun to doubt whether Neozu was playing with fire zifen when he did this, but in the end it blocked the extension of this thinking, because he knew very well that he would stop this suspicious thinking now and cater to this power.

When the portal was truly completed, the huge figure suddenly jumped in, obviously he was already impatient. But at this moment, his face only felt extremely calm and calm. The tentacles on his face, like beards and the bright green flames burning all over his body, were hard to imagine how powerful the power could destroy his body.

Kelthas knew this, and he unconsciously sank his head deep in front of him with the other minions of the Burning Legion.

But he ignored them at all, or at all, he ignored Kelthas's power, just dragged his chin and looked at the memories around him, expressing his feelings in his heart.

"Yeah, I'm back..."
Chapter completed!