As soon as Fording finished speaking, Jaina felt uneasy. In her judgment, Fording must have become the new Lich King.
Arthas will not destroy Azeroth, but based on Fordring's character, it can be expected that he will definitely use the Scourge to achieve his ambition, unify Azeroth and become the only emperor.
At that moment, Jaina suddenly thought of a question: "What if Fording takes a fancy to my beauty and forces me to become his queen. Should I agree? Or agree?"
The queen is aloof and the mother looks down on the world, which seems to be good.
Jaina blinked her eyes and suddenly felt that although Fording was a little older, he had a handsome appearance and a burly figure, which was quite pleasing to the eye.
Fording didn't know Jaina's random thoughts, so he said respectfully:
"Master Meili please."
Archmage Merry is an old friend of Guardian Aegwynn and an acquaintance of Jaina.
Merry appeared next to Fording and asked with a smile: "Fording, have you finished what you promised to the emperor?"
"Who is the emperor?" Several leaders present were confused.
Fording respectfully presented the Helm of Command and whispered: "This helmet contains the soul of Arthas. With it, you can become the leader of the Scourge."
Upon hearing about Alsace's soul, the leaders were all jealous, and even the expressions of the envoys changed. Considering the mysterious "Emperor", they hesitated for a while and finally did not take action.
Meili took the helmet of command, nodded with satisfaction and said:
"Fording, you have done a great job. The Emperor will unify Azeroth, and you will represent the Emperor as the king of this world, helping the Emperor manage all races and peoples."
Merry was about to leave with the Helm of Dominance. Several other leaders, including the divine envoy, were watching. Only Jaina, who was younger, could not hold her breath. She stopped in front of Merry and asked arrogantly:
"Master Meili, are you leaving like this?"
Before Master Merry could say anything, Fording couldn't bear it anymore and said angrily:
"Jaina, you are an evil scum, a lackey of the orcs, and a traitor to humanity. Do you know what a great existence you are facing."
"shut up."
A huge ice pick flew over, Fording hurriedly raised Frostmourne to resist, but the ice pick was too heavy, and it only made Fording's jaw crack. He couldn't hold Frostmourne, and the ice pick hit Fording's body.
The broken ice pressed Fording underneath.
After dealing with Fording, Jaina shouted coldly: "Master Merry, if you don't leave the Helm of Command, I will ask you for advice here."
Merry was so frightened that his legs were weak and he tried to calm down. Although he had lived for more than three thousand years, his magical attainments were not as good as those of Jaina who used the magic-stealing dragon.
A burst of hearty laughter came, and the fear lord Varimathras came out of the shadows and looked into Jaina's eyes: "Jaina, do you want to be the enemy of the Burning Legion?"
"It turns out to be you!"
Jaina bit her lip, hesitated, lowered her head and said, "I don't dare."
Varimathras chuckled: "Jaina, you are a smart person, go down, you have nothing to do here."
After saying that, he took the Helm of Command from Merry.
Varimathras suddenly appeared, and all the leaders present were silent. Even the divine envoy just frowned.
"Lich King Arthas, you have finally fallen into my hands. Lord Kil'jaeden will definitely reward me heavily." Varimathras noticed that there was indeed a soul in the helmet and couldn't wait to take it out to show off.
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The Dread Lord is very good at torturing souls, and his dark aura penetrates deep into the Helm of Dominance like a poisonous snake, tightly binding the soul within.
"Come out, Arthas, I will torture you so hard that your miserable howls will echo in Icecrown Citadel. I will tell everyone that this is the fate of being an enemy of the Burning Legion and saving Azeroth.
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Varimathras pulled out a soul with force, and a sluggish orc soul appeared in front of everyone. The orc soul struggled to open its eyes, as if it wanted to make a sound, but it couldn't.
"Why is it an orc?" Varimathras was stunned.
Varian murmured to himself: "Could it be that Arthas is actually an orc?"
"idiot."
The divine messenger slapped Varian in the face, causing him to fly far away and vomiting blood. The divine messenger walked over quickly and said loudly:
"This is the original divine envoy, Varimathras. Let go of the original divine envoy."
Varimathras was originally very disappointed, but when he heard that he was the original divine envoy, he immediately smiled and said, "I'm sorry that I couldn't get Arthas' soul. The identity of this original divine envoy must be very important?"
The divine envoy explained impatiently: "The moon god Elune has many divine envoys, and I am just one of them, but there is only one original divine envoy."
"Oh oh oh!" Varimathras blinked his cunning little eyes and asked with a smile: "Then what price are you willing to pay?"
"cost?"
The angel was stunned. The Burning Legion was by no means a kind person, and they would not be afraid of the moon god Elune. How could they hand over the original angel without paying the price?
"Okay, what do you want?" The envoy compromised. Although Varimathras was not strong, the envoy did not want to offend the Burning Legion for the time being.
Varimathras knew that his own strength was definitely no match for the Envoy. If he was really pressed, the Envoy would most likely attack ruthlessly regardless of the Burning Legion.
Rolling his eyes, Varimathras thought:
"Master God Envoy, our Dread Lord can easily satisfy us. First of all, I ask to be the leader of the Scourge Legion, and you must help me."
After thinking about it for a long time, the envoy nodded in agreement.
Later, Varimathras pointed at Varian who had just gotten up: "I want to become like him and become the king of Stormwind City. I am very yearning for the delicious human souls. I hope that Stormwind City can become my exclusive dining hall."
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The divine envoy agreed without even thinking. After all, he saved Varian's life. He never looked down upon the humble human king. The divine envoy said expressionlessly: "Varian,
This is your great honor. For the sake of Azeroth, I hope you can take the initiative to commit suicide."
Varian touched the blood at the corner of his mouth with a gloomy expression. He hated the God's envoy for being disrespectful to him, and it was even more unbearable for the God's envoy to let him die, so he said viciously:
"Angel, you forced me to do this. Since you asked me to die, then everyone should die."
"Only you?" The envoy looked contemptuous.
Varian laughed, crazy and heartily, and took out a crystal ball from his arms and threw it on the ground. Countless runes were drawn on the surface of the crystal ball, and it shattered after contact with the ground.
Everyone was startled and retreated backwards. Even the envoy ran far away, and Varimathras even flew to the ceiling.
However, nothing happens.
After a long while, everyone who was frightened returned to their original positions.
"Stupid Varian, are you still going to make the final struggle?" the angel threatened.
Varian still had a crazy smile on his face, pointing to the remnants of the crystal ball: "What do you think that is?"
The envoy followed Varian's wishes and still saw no problem, so he decided to execute Varian himself.
Among the fragments of the crystal ball, there was an inconspicuous green hair that suddenly grew in the wind.
An uneasy feeling emerged in everyone's hearts at the same time.