Kel'Thuzad's voice became weaker and weaker, relying solely on his strong perseverance to support the dying fire of life.
"Ner'zhul is very smart. He knows that this is the only chance to turn defeat into victory. For mages like us who tirelessly pursue the truth, knowledge is an unbearable temptation. Fortunately, I have withstood the test. I have no confidence in my own will.
Either I fuse with Ner'zhul, or Ner'zhul fuses with me, my winning rate is less than half."
"Ner'zhul is laughing at me. He is laughing at me as a coward. In fact, I am not afraid of death. In order to pursue knowledge, I will not hesitate to perish, but I cannot risk the fate of Azeroth. I returned to Los Angeles
Danlun, seeing starvation everywhere and the people of Lordaeron suffering from the pain of hunger, I established the Curse Sect and organized the people to take back the food. Unfortunately, the food has been contaminated by the blood of the orcs."
"The Cult of the Damned was brutally suppressed by the Silver Hand, and innocent people were massacred, which made me realize that there is no hope for Lordaeron. The plague of orc blood is spreading, and the people are dying slowly. Not from hunger.
, that is, died of the plague. Fortunately, the little knowledge Ner'zhul passed on to me as bait was of great help to me. I changed the composition of the plague and turned the people into the living dead, so that I could at least save their lives.
soul."
As death approached, Kel'Thuzad became weaker and weaker. He panted for a long time before continuing:
"Prince Arthas, there are many ways to regenerate people in this world, the flesh and blood curse of the ancient gods, the power of the Sunwell, the ancient druid heritage of Kalimdor, and even the evil gods worshiped by the trolls. I don't
To know what method works, you need to explore, pursue it tirelessly, and experiment over and over again. If one day you have a way to suppress the soul, you can try to fuse Ner'zhul's soul. There may be an answer in the knowledge of the Burning Legion. I
I can't go on with you anymore, remember, never give up hope."
A lich brought an exquisite jade box. After opening it, there was a crystal clear gem the size of a fist.
"This is the powerful spiritual power given to Ner'zhul by the Burning Legion. I have removed Ner'zhul's spiritual mark. Now it belongs to you, Prince Arthas. From now on, you are the leader of the Cursed Sect and the leader of the undead.
The new master, the king of Lordaeron."
Alsace took the crystal, and His Highness the Prince's moist eyes were reflected in the pure crystal.
Kel'Thuzad turned around with great effort, stared at Luobi for a long time, and then said slowly:
"Young traveler, I have a little gift here. When I was young, I went to live with my relatives in Lakeside Town and met a beautiful girl. Her name was Lisa. She was so beautiful and pure. It's a pity.
I embarked on the path of a mage and was destined to miss the beauty. Once when I was traveling in Quel'Thalas, I saw a magic music box for sale, and I remembered the beautiful memories of Lisa and I. It was the happiest moment in my life.
Day, now, I give you the music box."
Kel'Thuzad slowly took out the exquisite music box from his arms, worked hard to turn the button on it, and handed it into Robbie's hands.
Slow and soft music sounded, followed by the chorus of the upper elf. Kel'Thuzad slowly closed his eyes and muttered softly:
"Listen, what a beautiful and mysterious song. This is an extremely ancient song. It has a history of 10,000 years. It is called Queen Azshara's Praise. It is used to praise the queen's wisdom and beauty.
A magical song. It is said that when this song is played, all the magical dragons in Azshara will dance..."
Kel'Thuzad tilted his head and fell into a deep sleep. The great mage who devoted his life to Lordaeron came to the end of his life in the beautiful singing of the upper elf.
"This is not the end, it's not over yet."
Arthas held the spiritual crystal tightly and bit his lip fiercely: "The people of Lordaeron will eventually be reborn, Kel'Thuzad will be resurrected, and the enemy will pay with blood. I, Arthas, swear here."
Robbie patted Alsace's shoulder gently and carefully put away the music box.
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Experimental Subject No. 5 climbed out of the soft soil.
It's nice to have sunny days.
Surrounded by a lush wilderness, the path winds into the dense mountain forest, with gurgling streams and fresh air. In the open space not far away, a broken sentry tower stands.
Experimental Subject No. 5 was lying on the green grass and basking in the sun.
Now, he is an undead in Lordaeron.
Ever since the last tauren body was brutally eaten by Thrall, it has been possessed by this body for some time, hiding in the dark, avoiding the pursuit that may come at any time.
Just a dozen days ago, Experimental Subject No. 5 received the inheritance of four runes of the dead. He didn’t know where these spiritual runes came from. He didn’t even know the souls who passed them on to him. He only knew they were from the curse sect.
handed down.
With the blessing of the power of runes, Experimental Subject No. 5's body became stronger.
However, he only learned three runes and could not complete the fourth natural disaster rune.
"This is talent!"
Experiment No. 5 lamented: "It's strange, blood, frost, evil, aren't these the runes of a death knight? Why can't I become a death knight? What's the difference? By the way, I lack a rune sword."
Many undead gathered in the direction of Andorhal. Experimental Subject No. 5 did not go. Glory meant nothing to him. His only purpose in staying in this period was to see if Arthas could really lift the ball.
Frostmourne.
Drowsy, taking a nap in the sun, what a wonderful enjoyment.
"Wait a minute, I can't sleep like this. First I need to find out where this place is and whether it's dangerous."
Subject No. 5 opened his eyes and saw a young face.
"Haha, I caught you, undead."
"It's over!"
Experimental Subject No. 5 felt a chill in his heart. He felt the power of the Holy Light. A paladin with the Silver Hand was about to end his life. Next time, he must possess a strong orc. Experimental Subject No. 5 warned in his heart.
Own.
I closed my eyes and waited for a long time, but death did not come.
Subject No. 5 secretly opened his eyes.
The young paladin grabbed the hilt of his sword and stared nervously in the direction of the sentry. He was performing his duties.
"Little undead, run away for your life. The master doesn't like undead. He will chop off your head and burn your body to ashes."
"Holy shit, that's so cruel. Who is your master?" Experimental Subject No. 5 asked casually before escaping for his life.
"The great Tirion Fordring, Lord of Hearthglen, I am his bodyguard Barthilas!" the young paladin said proudly.
"Old Fording?" Experimental Subject No. 5 did not leave, he looked at the young Paladin.
"Aren't you Fording's guard? Why are you here alone?"
"The master asked me to stay here while he went over there to do some things." The young paladin was simple-minded and unprepared, so he easily revealed Fording's whereabouts to strangers.
"Oh! Oh!" Experimental Subject No. 5 whistled and said with a narrow smile: "It must be a private meeting with a lover in the wilderness. I didn't expect Old Fording to have such a hobby."
"What nonsense are you talking about?" Barcellas blushed: "The master and his wife are very loving." (To be continued)