Frostmourne, a magic blade forged by the ancient ancestors of the Nasrezim, the most cunning demon race in the stars.
There are rumors that it has the same origin as Apocalypse. The demon kings of the ancient stars united together to inject brute force and plague into Apocalypse, and then injected evil wisdom and endless cunning into Frostmourne.
Among the stars that were once chaotic and disorderly, these two magic blades created one civilization after another in the kingdom of the twisted void. Extinction and horrific massacres. In a certain era, the exiles among the stars
The horror stories of these two most evil soldiers were passed down from word to mouth. However, after the order of the stars was established, these two long swords that brought endless terror were sealed together with their villainous masters.
In a cage.
But the endless time breeds one bad story after another. In the evolution of these stories, the once terrifying thing once again showed its power in another civilization.
The apocalypse finally belongs to Tyrion. The Blade of Dawn, the ruler of the Dark Blade used this weapon to create his own undead civilization.
Frostmourne was given to the exiled dark soul by the great demon Kil'jaeden the Deceiver. The Deceiver saw the potential of the undead in Tyrion, and he wanted to use this magic sword to create a creature belonging to the Burning Legion.
The vanguard army is the extremely powerful undead natural disaster.
The Deceiver had hoped that the Scourge of the Undead would shine in the invasion of the great demon Archimonde, but unfortunately, Tyrion interfered with it, which directly led to Archimonde's journey ending in a tragic way before it even started.
The gesture was completely over, but at least, the Scourge of the Undead remained, and nominally, it was still loyal to the Burning Legion at this time.
Well, I've gone a bit far, let's return to the topic of Frostmourne.
As a legendary weapon, Frostmourne has a gorgeous appearance that completely matches its identity. The dark wisdom and special aesthetics of the Nathrezim are perfectly interpreted in the appearance of this sword.
It is essentially a two-handed sword, but compared with Apocalypse or War Destroyer, it is weirdly "thin". The widest part of the blade is 5 fingers wide, while the narrowest part is only 3 fingers apart.
Its blade is not smooth, but is made with a single-edged arc, which makes the cutting length of the blade longer and has more terrifying destructive power.
On the other end of the sword's blade, there is a half-edged blade and a jagged blade, which gives this sword a special brutal beauty in addition to its weird beauty.
The hilt of the Demon Blade is dotted with a goat skull pendant. Between the demon's skull and in the black eye sockets, there are ice blue light spots shining. On both sides of the hilt, there are micro-carved demons.
The skull has a snake-like pattern wrapped around the hilt of the sword. The handle is made into a special frosted style that can effectively imitate the sliding movement of the sword holder's fingers.
Of course, the most eye-catching thing is the inscriptions on both sides of the long sword that looks like it was carved from dark blue ice... Those are the inscriptions of the ancient Nasrezim, but they are very similar to the style of the undead runes.
, it will provide the sword with more special abilities, and these runes also have their own special meanings.
Those are two sentences...
"This sword sheds blood to show its sharpness."
"This sword can only show its power by eating souls."
These are two evil words. Although only Tyrion among the people present can understand these two sentences, others do not actually need to understand them, because the existence of Frostmourne itself has nothing to do with light and justice.
From its appearance to the power it emits, this sword clearly tells everyone who sees it.
This is an evil blade!
A weapon that only belongs to darkness, a weapon that can only bring disaster and despair.
"How desperate do you have to be... Arthas, for you to want to wield such a weapon to protect yourself?"
In the cold wind cave, the moment Tyrion walked out of the darkness, everyone drew their weapons and pointed their swords at the Dark Blade King who came alone. Of course, they did not know that the Dark Blade was no longer there.
A king is the king. Practitioners who pursue great causes and noble promotions do not need a king!
Faced with this unabashed hostility, Tyrion didn't care. He was used to appearing in such a hostile environment. He strolled close to the suspended magic sword. The moment Tyrion appeared,
Alsace's seemingly confused mind also temporarily regained consciousness. He glanced at Tyrion and then at the sword in front of him. He took a step forward and stretched out his hand towards Frostmourne, which was buzzing endlessly.
.
"Pa"
Tyrion's figure suddenly disappeared, and when he reappeared, he was already standing in front of Arthas, but he did not attack the young king with the Ashbringer. Instead, he raised his hand and the fingers with gauntlets.
, and slapped the young king hard on the cheek.
It was a heavy slap, so hard that it even sent Alsace flying backwards. Of course, this slap also completely interrupted Alsace's attempt to touch Frostmourne.
"Only by becoming a more terrifying demon can you defeat the devil?"
Tyrion shook his head. He looked at Alsace who was staggering up and asked in a low voice:
"What a foolish person's crazy words!"
"Who told you this ridiculous theory? Arthas Menethil, tell me, have you lost your ability to judge?"
"Protect Your Majesty!"
Maven and Farric saw Arthas being repelled. They roared and rushed towards Tyrion with swords on the left and right. The angry warriors stepped on the snow, and the flying snowflakes floated behind them.
, the momentum is amazing.
"Bang, bang"
The heavy Ashbringer was as light as anything in Tyrion's hand. The black blade jumped and accurately hit the blades of Mavion and Farric, like swatting flies. The shadows were like shadows.
The sword blade moved back and forth in the cold wind like an illusion, and for a while the entire cold wind cave was filled with the numbing light and shadow of swords.
Two balls of blood burst out on the repulsed captain of the guard, and their armor was cut by the energy blade, but Tyrion did not kill him. For these human warriors who were far weaker than him, the great lord did not
Will easily take their lives.
Because the courage to charge bravely in the face of a strong enemy is really amazing.
"Buzz"
The dark red death energy sprang out from under the cold and solid earth like ghost claws, tightly wrapped around the bodies of Maween and Farric, strangled their throats, and lifted them into the air, letting them go.
The two men struggled wildly, but the shadow's claws remained motionless.
They were unable to make even a single sound, and could only slowly fall into coma in the pain of being gradually suffocated.
"Let them go!"
Arthas held the warhammer and rushed straight towards Tyrion as the great villain came as the holy light shone. The young king's cheeks were covered with frozen blue-purple scars, and Tyrion slapped him in the face.
It was so cruel that Alsace was still a little confused.
"Bang"
Lord Darkblade took a step back calmly, watching the warhammer wrapped in scorching holy light scrape his armor and hit the snow at his feet. He stretched out his hand in a blink of an eye, mercilessly passing through the shining holy light.
The light hit Alsace's chin accurately.
The strong holy light turned into tiny lightning bolts, wandering over Alsace's body, and even tried to invade the wrists of Lord Darkblade, but Tyrion didn't care, and he roughly cut Alsace's face.
Caught in front of him, his ice-blue eyes carefully examined Alsace's ocean-like blue eyes.
There was anger and resentment shining in those eyes, but Tyrion could still see that deep in those eyes, in Alsace's pupils, there was still a trace of invisible confusion and apathy.
"Well, the medium of spiritual induction is still affecting you."
Tyrion said softly:
"You're still not fully awake..."
"What are you talking about! You..."
"Bang"
Just as Alsace's roar rang out, another cold slap hit him on the cheek. This time, the black soul power of the great lord seeped slightly into the young king's body. Although the power was cold, it was not cold.
Conflicting with the Holy Light, as this cold touch wandered around, a trace of confusion deep in Alsace's eyes was quickly expelled.
He lay on the ground, curled up in pain, coughing hard, and a trace of blood flowed down his cheek. However, under the influence of the cold power, his recently slightly chaotic thinking suddenly woke up.
stand up.
The physical pain, the inner humiliation, and the clarity of thinking, these three forces intertwined together, making Alsace's state at this time very bad. He shook his head subconsciously, trying to dispel the last doubt in his heart.
.
And the most terrible thing is that after that kind of thinking induction was expelled, Alsace himself didn't know whether he was awake in his current state, or whether he was still being affected by another force.
Just when he was at a loss, a pair of black combat boots wrapped in icy mist appeared in front of him, and they sounded together with a sound that Alsace hated deeply.
"As far as I know, neither Nasrezim's spiritual induction nor the Lich King's soul summoning is forced to take effect. It is just a guide hidden in your soul. Therefore, no matter who is here,
Trying to lure you here means that you also have the idea of coming here in your heart... Stop talking about turning into a devil and other ridiculous nonsense."
Tyrion knelt down and looked at Arthas who was struggling to get up. He asked softly:
"Why? Why do you want to get this sword at the expense of yourself? You believe in the Holy Light, and what makes you not pray to the Holy Light when you are in despair, but instead pursue this evil magic weapon?"
"Ahem... If you want to kill, just kill. Why is there so much nonsense!"
The young king gritted his teeth and spat out these words, but the next moment, Tyrion laughed. His laughter was hoarse, and there was no joy in it. It seemed that he was simply laughing for the sake of laughter:
"If you don't answer me, I'll find another person to ask you. I think you wouldn't want to see him in this scene if you are in such a mess, right?"
Arthas was silent. He knew who Tyrion was talking about, and he also knew that he could not hide everything about himself in front of that person. After a few minutes of confrontation, the young king lowered his head.
The ice in the snow is like a crystal smooth mirror. In it, he can see himself in a sorry state, he can see the frostbite on his cheeks, and he can also see the confusion in his own eyes, those sea-blue eyes.
.
After the quiet spiritual guidance in his heart was forcibly destroyed, and after Alsace was completely awake, he had enough wisdom to see clearly what kind of dangerous scene he was in. Finally, he decided to answer this question and come to
Give yourself more time to recover.
"I...I'm just escaping, evading my responsibilities, putting all my hopes on a weapon that can turn everything around. I'm a coward. I can only watch my father die in front of my eyes but I can't do anything.
I watched my people being threatened by barbarians, but they could only send their soldiers to the battlefield..."
Alsace's fingers clenched in the snow, clasping the cold snowflakes. He closed his eyes, as if roaring.
"I just want... I just want to become another you, with the power to reverse everything and protect everything! I just want to..."
"No"
Tyrion stood up and took a few steps back. He looked at Frostmourne suspended beside him. He shook his head and clenched the Ashbringer in his hand with both hands. In the flash of dark power, the Dark Blade Lord truly entered.
He entered a fighting state, and before his eyes, Alsace also staggered up from the ground, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and gripped his war hammer again.
Lord Darkblade's eyes were calm and cold. He looked at the young king and said:
"You can't become me... I've given you enough time, but this transformation is not what I want to see. I don't want my opponents to be a group of cowards who can only escape... You have to become better than me
Even better, if you can't do it...then you can only die here humblely, like nobody."
"Fate has brought you here, Arthas Menethil."
Tyrion swung his sword, and between the beat and reset of the shadow blade, he held the sword in both hands and pointed the blade at the young king in front of him:
"Hold your weapon... and fight your way out of your destiny filled with despair and darkness!"
"Like a true warrior."
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