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Chapter 1109 Inner Volume: The Lich King Will Compete! (1 More)

It’s just a matter of ghosts overflowing. Let troops with elemental attack capabilities destroy them, and they can always be eliminated. Reports from various countries are that the ghosts of N generations of their ancestors are dancing together on their graves!

This is difficult to start with.

[Finding someone to be the Lich King] This issue has to be put on the table of the Throne Conference again.

"Does this really have to be done?" Varian hesitated.

This time, it was Tyrande who answered in the affirmative.

"I asked the goddess last night, and it seems to be the case. The emergence of the first Lich King permanently changed the laws of the world and blurred the boundaries between life and death. Now the two worlds overlap too much. If there is no control

If someone controls this boundary, then it is not impossible for the worlds of life and death to completely merge. Just like the Emerald Dream comes to the world, there will be many strange and confusing things."

"Bastard." Gene punched the armrest of his throne hard.

Without waiting for McDonald's signal, Alsace, who was on his right, stepped out brazenly: "Since it was caused by the Menethil family, naturally I, the only legitimate son of the Menethil family, should be responsible..."

"Shut up! Arthas!" McDonald couldn't care about Er Sha's face anymore: "The first Lich King was Ner'zhul. The orcs should be responsible first and foremost!"

Hey, tribes thousands of miles away are lying at gunpoint.

Sal sneezed hard.

This is true, but letting a tribal leader become the Lich King would be a bigger problem for the Alliance!

The tribe has a tradition of playing death knights. Once the alliance allows the war dead to be transformed into death knights according to the suicide note prepared in advance, wouldn't it be recruiting troops for the tribe?

This argument obviously doesn't work.

"I..." Alsace was about to argue, but it was Uther who interrupted him.

"In the name of the Holy Light Church, I oppose Arthas becoming the Lich King. He is too young and mentally immature. Even if the world must have a Lich King, there is a high probability that he will not be able to withstand the erosion of darkness if he takes that position.

." At this point, Lao Wu stood up suddenly: "I think that I, who has the most determined mind and the most devout faith in the Holy Light, should be the Lich King."

The first paragraph of this sentence is very similar to the rhetoric of politicians.

Let’s talk about some conspiracy theories. It can even be said that the speaker wants to monopolize the production rights of Death Knight. But as soon as the second half comes out, it makes people awe-inspiring. Big bosses from all over the world can’t help but puff up their chests and look at this upright young man.

The Archbishop paid his highest respects.

The Archbishop of Holy Light has a transcendent status. Even if he goes to various countries and does not gain the power of one person over ten thousand people, he is still a guest of each country. Who would not respect him respectfully?

Controlling the religious power and the Silver Hand, an elite army of holy knights with a total number of nearly ten thousand, it can be said that a person like him can make the world tremble with just a word.

It is Uther, who has such a prominent position, who can choose to give up his precious life and noble status for the safety of the world without hesitation. With this fearless spirit of sacrifice and love for the people, he is worthy of him [Bringer of Light]

】The name.

Even an old wolf like Jean couldn't help but sigh: "Your Majesty the Lightbringer, you are indeed the person with the purest faith in the world."

"For the world, it's worth it." Uther's eyes were as bright as lightning, and he actually had the aura to use his identity and status to overwhelm the big guys in the alliance and force them to agree.

A little ridiculous, but more touching.

This is sacrificing the small self to fulfill the greater self!

Several leaders choked up.

At this moment, a rich voice that was familiar to everyone sounded.

"Hey, Uther, have you forgotten something? Even if you die, it won't be your little brat's turn. Not to mention, we have a better choice..."

A cold and burly figure stepped out from Varian's side.

this……

Many people can't stand it any longer.

Uther is in his forties and is definitely not young. It stands to reason that he has participated in the second war of the Dark Portal and is also a veteran of the alliance.

There are not many guys who dare to speak to him like this. Even McDonald must be respectful to Laowu.

But this existence made Lao Wu swallow it in his stomach and he couldn't let it out.

Anduin Lothar!

Not only is he older than Uther, he is also a famous Alliance fighter since the first war at the Dark Portal. He is also the founder of the Alliance and the first Commander-in-Chief of the Alliance.

When he came out to show off, Uther really couldn't even fart.

Soon, everyone knew Lothar's intention.

Suddenly sighing, as expected, no one is more suitable than Lothar.

"Uncle Lothar..." There was a cry in Varian's voice. The Storm King, who always showed a strong side in front of outsiders, now had tears in his eyes.

"Silly boy, I'm already dead!" Lothar put on a gentle smile, reached out and touched Varian's head.

For a king, this is obviously rude. But for an elder, this is a rare doting.

Gently patting Varian on the shoulder, pulling away his hand that was holding him, Lothar turned to face the alliance leaders: "Obviously, I, Anduin Lothar, am more powerful than Uther, the Lightbringer.

It’s suitable to try to be the Lich King.”

It was so quiet in the hall that you could hear a pin drop.

"My men and I have proven our loyalty to the alliance through self-destruction and brave fighting. Compared to Lord Lightbringer, I have many advantages. First of all, I am already a dead man."

This was met with soft laughter, but soon the hall fell silent.

"Secondly, I have resisted the mental control of [Frostmourne]. Besides, my combat power is not the top in the alliance. Even if I fall into the abyss of corruption, there are still a few stronger than me. In this case,

There is no need to devote one of the league's top combat forces to try to become the Lich King."

At this point, the dust has actually settled.

Lothar can be said to make sense.

Uther being the Lich King is certainly more stable, but it also has many disadvantages. After so many battles, everyone in the Alliance has a good idea of ​​who is stronger and who is weaker.

Everyone feels that once Uther jumps back, no one except McDonald can really say that he can definitely beat Uther.

(Mai, who was shot innocently: I’m not, I didn’t, don’t talk nonsense.)

Compared to Uther, Lothar, who has become a death knight, is obviously more economical!

When it comes to this, the result is obvious.

McDonald put a hand on Alsace's shoulder, gave the boy a hard look, and then said "fairly and impartially": "Is there anyone else who nominates himself? If you have nothing to add, just vote."

There is no suspense, Anduin Lothar was unanimously elected Lich King.

Half a day later, when the elites of the alliance gathered again, the big guys gathered around Lothar, watching nervously as Lothar put on the full-face helmet specially designed for the Lich King, and slowly sat on it with only three-quarters of it left.

Queen of the Ice Throne...

The turbulent souls all over the world suddenly returned to silence...


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