In this way, Gu Nansheng rose to level ten in despair and disappointment.
Of course, all the attribute points were used for strength, while the skill points were only for intelligence, leaving the rest. Divine Persuasion was never able to learn the third level, and Gu Nansheng even fainted.
So he saved a total of seven skill points.
On this day, the Queen of Pain appeared again. She looked at Gu Nansheng with disdain and said, "I have provided such excellent conditions, but you haven't reached level 11 yet. You are lazier than a pig."
Gu Nansheng shrugged and did not explain. In fact, he had hardly rested in the past year. Ever since he knew that digging mountains could be upgraded, he had worked hard to dig mountains.
The obsession left in his heart spurred him to keep moving forward.
The Queen of Pain hesitated for a moment and said coldly, "Upgrade to level 11 and I will help you complete a ritual."
"What ceremony?"
"Dark job transfer!" After the Queen of Pain finished speaking, she took out a small piece of ice crystal from the inventory and held it in the palm of her hand, feeling chilly.
Gu Nansheng's heart moved, and he also took out a small piece of ice crystal from the inventory, which was exactly the same as the one from the Queen of Pain.
Akasha's expression became strange, "Why do you have fragments of the Frozen Throne?"
"This...is this a fragment of the Frozen Throne?" Gu Nansheng didn't expect this at all. He told Akasha the cause and effect. Then, he learned from Akasha the reason for the invasion of the Scourge and the Frozen Throne.
The role of the throne fragments, and he also knew a secret: the current Scourge Legion was no longer the original Scourge Legion commanded by the Lich King and Arthas.
Since the death of Arthas and the Lich King, the Scourge has gradually begun to deviate from its trajectory. Up to now, it has been completely controlled by Kil'jaeden and has become Kil'jaeden's tool.
However, when it came to the past events about Alsace, Akasha stopped answering Gu Nansheng. She only repeated one sentence: "When you can understand the master's broad mind, that's when you can use Frostmourne.
"
She's starting to stink again, this stupid woman, no wonder it is said that the IQ of a woman who falls in love with a man is infinitely close to zero. Gu Nansheng commented secretly in his heart.
Ten months later, in order to adapt to the pressure of Frostmourne, Gu Nansheng forced himself to sleep on the spiral staircase he dug every day.
It took him ten months to dig out the spiral staircase, and he was only ten meters short of reaching the top. However, these ten meters were like a chasm, and every step forward was extremely difficult.
In the last two months, he almost lay on the ground, using his broken trident, dagger, and teeth to carve out a passage only half a meter high on the mountain wall.
Finally reached the top!
With all the pressure gone, Gu Nansheng lay on his back on the ground, panting heavily. Even the sun seemed particularly dazzling in such a place so close to the sky.
Gu Nansheng rested for a while before getting up.
However, when he saw everything in front of him, he was deeply shocked.
The wind blows and the snow blows, and a majestic figure sits on the frozen throne, looking down at the world, who else but me!
Gorgeous undead armor, thick black cloak, blue eyes staring ahead, and long pale hair spreading wantonly.
He held Frostmourne in his hand, the sword pointed downwards, without snow, and pointed directly at the world.
Wearing the Lich King's helmet, his eyes are as deep as stars, piercing through all nothingness.
He is the death knight - Arthas!
A lonely man, a hero misunderstood by the world, a powerful and lonely existence.
Even if he has been dead for thousands of years, his physical body is still indestructible. He traveled around the world during his lifetime and looked down upon all living beings after his death.
He - he doesn't need companions, he only needs the blood of his enemies.
Just looking at him seemed to see endless flames of war and gunpowder smoke, killing and death.
Even the howling wind on the top of the mountain is like the wail of a dead soul.
Gu Nansheng's face showed a rare expression of solemnity and admiration. He bowed deeply, Alsace, no matter you are right or wrong, you are the true king.
The junior, Gu Nansheng, is borrowing the sword here today.
Gu Nansheng walked step by step to the Frozen Throne, reaching out to touch the bone-chilling Frostmourne.
For a moment, Gu Nansheng felt a throbbing from the depths of his soul.
He seemed to be in a boundless battlefield, and saw the owner of the divine sword stepping on the nightmare and raising the sword forward.
With their swords and iron horses, they swallow mountains and rivers with force, and their flags are like the clouds hanging from the sky.
The charging bugle tore through the hazy sky, the cold light of the blade reflected the resolute face, the general was strategizing, and the warrior regarded death as home.
It turned out to be a war with the Burning Legion.
Gu Nansheng's body suddenly shook and he fell limply under the blade of Frostmourne.
…
Consciousness gradually blurred.
When he woke up, he found himself in a bright magic palace.
My head hurts. Where is this? Who am I?
…
A vague memory gradually became clear, and I remembered that this was the royal palace of Lordaeron. And I was the prince of the palace - Arthas.
"Alsace." A voice as sweet as the spring breeze came from behind. I turned around and saw a pretty girl standing in front of him. Her eyes were as gentle as the rippling blue waves of Lake Lorendine.
I smiled warmly, "Gianna."
Jaina is the princess of Kul Tiras, the daughter of Admiral Proudmoore, the protégé of Archmage Antonidas, and...my lover.
I sincerely thank God for blessing me with such a beautiful love and such a virtuous, gentle and understanding girl.
She is the pearl of Kutilas, and the young men who pursue her can form an army. However, she only loves me. At that Halloween party full of laughter, between the enchanting bonfire, she gave her whole body and soul
to me.
But I can't even give her a title. As the future heir of Lordaeron, the burden on my shoulders is too heavy.
She once asked me, do you love your people more or me?
I was silent, but silence itself was an answer. She was a little disappointed, but she still smiled. She said that men should have their own pursuits.
I feel deeply guilty about this.
"Are you really going to leave?" Jaina's sea-blue eyes looked blurry.
"Yes." I nodded with determination, "I have to go to this plague, and there is also a rebellion of orcs. My people are suffering. I promise you that as long as I return safely, I will marry you."
"Really?" Jaina's face was full of happiness, but she quickly remembered something, "What about Alleria the Windrunner, she..."
My heart ached. Alleria was also a girl who loved me deeply. I didn’t know what virtue and ability I had to be able to win the hearts of two of the most beautiful girls on the entire continent at the same time.
"I have always regarded her as my sister." What I said was the truth, but Jaina still felt a little uncomfortable. In fact, I had known Alleria before, which made Jaina always feel guilty, thinking that she was the one who had never met her.
She snatched me away from her hands.
"I'm sorry, Gianna, I will make you happy." I stepped forward and hugged her tightly, and I could clearly feel her trembling slightly in my arms.
…
Amidst the sound of rattling iron chains, the large hanging door slowly lowered, paving the royal capital's moat.
Heroic knights on war horses filed out amid the cheers of the people.
At this time, I, who was at the front of the team, did not feel heroic at all, because I had a premonition that the hardships of this expedition would be beyond people's imagination.
I thought of the old man who could turn into a crow. He came to the palace a few days ago and predicted that Lordaeron would be destroyed. He suggested that my father lead all his people to move west to Kalimdor.
My father regarded him as a madman, but I felt a powerful force from him. However, even if what he said was true, it would be impossible for the whole country to move westward. I could only use my hands to stop what he predicted.
everything.
Petals were flying down from the city wall. They were the flowers of the capital that bloomed in all seasons, symbolizing light and glory. I caught one of them. The bright white Paladin armor reflected the bright red petals. I held it tightly.
Hold it in front of your left chest.
Light and glory are what I deeply long for and what I will protect throughout my life.
I'm so afraid that if I let go, they will slip away from my hands.
I respond to the people's enthusiasm with a knowing smile, and no matter what I give up, I will protect them - my people.
Because my father once said to me: My son, real victory is to ignite people's hope. I tell you this because one day, I will reach the end of my life, and you will become the new king.
…
The Blackstone Tribe of the Orcs is raging in the north. They burn, kill, loot and do all kinds of evil.
Even so, I don't hate them. It is true that they are cruel and bloody, but human beings are not selfish and greedy.
But I still want to destroy them because they hurt my people.
Standing in the village behind the ravages of the orcs, smelling the residual flames and smoke, watching the distant mountains winding and disappearing into the northern sky, I clenched my fists, but I didn't notice that the red petal was right next to me.
Crushed in the fist.
"Your Highness... Your Highness." A timid little boy suddenly appeared behind me. He looked nervous and frightened.
I smiled knowingly, he was the child I had rescued from a werewolf before, his name was Tim.
I gently touched his head and said, "Little Tim, is something okay?"
It seemed that because of my friendly smile, he became less nervous, and tears of grievance flowed from his eyes, "My dad...my dad was captured by the orcs."
My heart ached, and I leaned over, wiped away his tears with my fingers, squatted beside him and said softly: "Don't worry, my child, I will save your father. Little Tim is a strong and brave child."
,Is not it?"
"Yes."
"Okay, Little Tim, brave children can't cry, you know? Your father also wants you to be strong, doesn't he?" I gently patted the little boy's red cheeks with both hands until he nodded firmly.
.
…
In the end, Paladin Uther and I defeated the Blackstone Tribe, but we also paid a heavy price. The Blackstone leader Sword Master's ghostly Wind Step and endless mirror clones made my troops suffer.
However, when I led the army to occupy the cells of the orc fortress and wanted to rescue the captured hostages, I only saw a hell on earth.
Some comrades said that these chapters were too long, saying that they should not write about memories of Alsace, because they were too boring.
I really didn’t mean to make up the word count to show off. In fact, I wrote these chapters of Memories of Alsace very carefully and slowly. Although this is a YY novel that is mindless to read, I still want to express it through the description.
The background stories of some heroes reflect their tragedy, heroism, or unrestrained life.
Dota has nearly a hundred heroes. It is a classic game, but it does not have a complete background story like World of Warcraft. I would like to add as much as possible through this novel. I hope everyone will bear with me for this small wish.
If you still feel you don’t want to read it, please mention it in the book review area, and I will reduce it appropriately in the future.
For all opinion posts, no matter how ugly the comments are, Xiaoxue will always add more details. Note that they are opinion posts. If comrades just scold you like this: "Damn, what the hell are you writing? Forget it, eunuchs." Then forgive me for not adding it.
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