The first person to react was not the Lich King or Lao Taizi, but the sand sculptures who were supposed to be fighting to the death around them, oh, the Trident Warriors.
People are born to gossip.
Bah, these teasers are just idle and painful.
It was not easy to catch Arthas, who was very likely to escape the fate of the Lich King. They were all absent-minded while killing people, and listened to the movements here with their ears raised.
The guys who couldn't come were all watching the live broadcast through the system.
Completely echoing the domineering Second Idiot, these fools no longer pretended, they all raised their knives and chopped the enemies in front of them into pieces. They gathered around the Second Idiot, trying to experience the birth of new history with their first sight.
Facing the Death Knight troops with numerous silhouettes in the distance, Alsace's greatsword raised the sky in a flaming pose, as if one man and one sword could lift the suppressing cloud of death.
[Fire of Joy] kept buzzing, filled with undulating fire elements, and proudly emitted interlaced light, frightening the undead who tried to get closer.
There was silence on the battlefield.
It seemed that after the sound of fighting subsided, only the whirring sound of the wind blowing through the broken chests of the undead remained.
Dozens of kilometers away, McDonald and others watched this scene through the magic mirror.
Liadrin couldn't help but ask: "Will King Terenas...appear?"
McDonald said firmly: "He wouldn't dare."
"Why?"
"He is old. A guy who throws himself into the arms of the Lich King because he is afraid of death is destined to never be qualified to become the strongest."
Liadrin thought thoughtfully: "That's true. If you are just a guy who can only hide behind the army and play small tricks, I will never obey you in my life. But ever since I saw you fighting Gronn, I
…”
A charming red cloud appeared on the female pastor's face, making McDonald afraid to take up the topic at all.
…
Here, Alsace's call was finally answered.
That's the voice of a lich!
Arrogant and contemptuous.
"Death is the only destination for all living people! Under the siege of hundreds of millions of undead, your resistance is meaningless! Your Highness Arthas! If you surrender and join the Scourge now, His Majesty the Lich King can still give you and your
A painless death for your companions, otherwise all of you will suffer tens of thousands of years of torture in the purgatory of your souls!”
"You only have one minute to think about it."
In the sky, gargoyles swooped back and forth, hunting and killing the few griffons wantonly.
At the end of the earth, the terrifying army line composed of the undead stretches from the Alterac Mountains in the south to Tirisfal Glades in the north.
They are layer upon layer, crowding the entire field of view.
There are so many of them that counting them visually makes no sense.
This is the confidence of the Scourge Legion.
Under the overwhelming numbers, the resistance on both wings by Uther, Rivendell and others seemed to be in vain.
If it were Alsace in the past, there would probably be two reactions.
Either you are extremely frightened and then become impotent and furious, or you are extremely angry and then lose your mind.
Unexpectedly.
Alsace did not feel angry, but instead shouted loudly: "Father, send this third-rate guy out to consume my physical strength, then weaken me, and find a way to make me surrender. Is this your answer? This is still the case.
Did the Sword God of Lordaeron teach me what it means to be a strong sword with a cross sword? I was so disappointed!"
"Shut up! Arthas! You don't understand the greatness of His Majesty the Lich King! Life is meaningless, only death is eternal!" the Lich shouted.
Alsace was not much touched by this fanatical argument, but instead felt a sense of sadness.
The father he knew was not like this: although he was strict, he would occasionally give him the feeling of a family member. He was more of a wise and courageous man, which was definitely not what he was like now.
Afraid of death! Cowardly! Only dare to win with numbers.
...This is not the father I know.
The former prince couldn't help but reveal a trace of sadness in his eyes.
"Father, is this the world under the rule of Lordaeron that you expected? The dominated people have no will of their own and keep shouting slogans that even they themselves don't understand. What an empty guy. It seems,
Even you must have been taken advantage of. It seems to be beyond life and death, aloof and above - but the really sad thing is that you don't even know that you are being taken advantage of."
"Shut up!" Terenas' voice suddenly came from the sky where the dark power was rolling.
He spoke quietly: "Father! Times have changed! No, it should be said that nothing in this world has ever been born noble, and blood is not the reason for one existence to dominate other existences. We can become a royal family, but
It is because our ancestors have led the progress of mankind and are respected as sacred. When you become an obstacle to the progress of mankind, the sacred halo will naturally disappear. So, let me make up for the mistakes you have made!"
Arthas suddenly became more powerful: "Terenas Menethil! I will defeat you!"
Azeroth is a world where spiritual power can be transformed into miraculous power.
As if in conjunction with the prince's domineering declaration, he emitted a dazzling firelight. The red firelight suddenly rose, and instantly formed an area where even darkness could not escape - it was red, without any impurities, as if to
It seems to attract all the souls of the undead.
Not a raging flame, but better than a raging flame.
Together with the [Fire of Joy] in his hand, the crimson spiritual power turned into a soul version of the flame storm, spreading outward, and within a radius of 300 meters, everyone touched by this illusory flame
The undead all let out shrill screams.
In just a few seconds, their souls were completely annihilated and disappeared from this world.
From the most fragile skeleton soldiers to the powerful gargoyles, to death knights and lichs, these horrific bodies that lost the support of their souls fell to the ground silently and turned into real corpses.
This soul flame soared straight into the sky.
It is an unyielding soul's declaration of war against death and evil!
It is a filial son's rebellion against his possessed old father!
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This blow even wiped out almost all the enemies in front of Uther. Only a few, such as the Dread Lord, were able to carry it over.
Tirion was stunned: "This is... [dedication]?"
Uther shook his head: "No! It's not the Holy Light, but it's better than the Holy Light. I'm starting to understand Duke Stratholme's intention. Sure enough, His Highness Alsace has an amazing talent that transcends ordinary people. If he uses it well, he will be a great leader in fighting against natural disasters.
The sharpest sword in the legion."
At this moment, countless sand sculpture players were so excited that they screamed.
【08a】: “Isn’t this more exciting than Boruto!?”
[Dadgyf]: "The new version of father is kind and son is filial!"
In the void, Terenas, who was monitoring this scene, was going crazy.
However, does he dare to play in person?
Thousands of words finally converge into one sentence——
