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After Ner'zhul returned to his normal vision, he easily noticed Arthas' small movements.

The prince is holding an inscription musket, built by a dwarf, and baptized by the Holy Light by himself, which has additional killing power against all undead or demons.

However, such an attack is almost no threat to Ner'zhul, even if the thorium bullet is engraved with the holy light inscription, it is not difficult to block the bullet.

The Lich King stretched out a part of the power of the soul, condensed into a tight wall, but when he thought he could easily block it, the moment the bullet touched his soul barrier, the thorium shell suddenly split.

——That is not a blessing inscription, but an extremely unstable light bomb!

Once it encounters the stimulation of magic or other energy, it will burst and ignite the Holy Light energy in it.

The scorching light gushed out, triggering a huge and powerful explosion, but this still did not make Ner'zhul panic, and he calmly strengthened his defense.

But at the moment when the Soul Barrier contacted the Holy Light, Arthas sprinted like lightning, and the instantaneous eruption broke the ground under his feet.

Ner'zhul's movements were stagnant, he did not expect that in the battle just now, Arthas had hidden a part of his strength!

Under the cover of the holy light, Alsace’s warhammer swung up and completely defeated Ner'zhul’s protective means. He ignored the icicles and magic flying towards him, because before him, the holy light became half Round shield.

Ner'zhul promptly recovered the part of the soul that controlled the Scourge, and the power of the massive soul surged toward Arthas like a landslide and tsunami, trying to annihilate it completely.

Under the Frozen Throne, Anubrekan, who was fighting Anub'arak, suddenly slowed down, even though the Crypt Lord's front paws pierced his body, he did not fight back.

"Stop...Stop...The Lich King doesn't control me anymore!"

Anubrekan's body was temporarily unable to move, but he could still speak. He watched his old king plan to smash him into pieces and quickly persuaded Anub'arak.

Anub'arak was about to continue his attack, and he was stunned when he heard Anubrekan's words. He didn't worry that Anubrekan was swindling, because the opponent's body did stop motionlessly.

Other undead belonging to the Scourge Army also became confused after the Lich King took away the will to dominate them. Many high-level undead who got out of control were either stunned like Anubrekan, or turned directly to his side. The Lich King is diehard.

The situation on the battlefield was reversed in an instant. Originally, Anub'arak was at a disadvantage and could only drag the undead army, but now it has become an out-of-control Scourge.

Anubrekan tried hard to regain control of his body, but although the Lich King no longer enslaved them directly, it was still difficult for him to move due to his soul defects.

This is the back hand left by the Lich King on those overly powerful servants to prevent them from turning over immediately after getting out of control.

"Master, did he succeed?"

Anub'arak raised his head and looked at the top of the Frozen Throne. In that place, a clear and huge soul turmoil suddenly burst, and the suffocating sense of oppression made the soul fire of many low-level undeads become faltering. stand up.

"I'm afraid it's not...this is the soul fluctuation of the Lich King-the human being may be more ill-fated just now." Anubrekan also felt the natural suppression of the Lich King's soul power. While trying to regain his freedom, he pointed to Ah. Nubarak said.

When they resisted the Lich King and his minions, they were defeated by such power.

Although the worms are very powerful both physically and magically, the gap in the soul level makes many of them caught off guard.

And now... the power of the Lich King is obviously stronger, I am afraid that even those dreadlords are no longer his opponents.

"I have to help." Anub'arak planned to help Arthas behead the Lich King.

But Anubrekan gave a buzzing suggestion, "It's best not to go, we are all undead now, and we don't have much resistance against the Lich King."

The Crypt Lord remained silent, and Anubrekan was right. On the Frozen Throne, the power of the Lich King was beyond their imagination.

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On the top of the glacier, when Alsace faced the pressure of a tsunami-like soul, he felt that his breathing had stagnated for a while-Ner'zhul was worthy of being the second and fifth son, and he knew how to hide his true power.

He even kept the Nathrezimu in the dark. He didn't know that when Ner'zhul was expanding the Scourge, his power was out of their control.

But he was in a dangerous situation, and Arthas did not show any panic, and a blue light flashed on his waist.

Along with the extension of that light, Frostmourne spontaneously spontaneously ejected from his waist and stood in front of Arthas, consuming the spirit of the Lich King frantically.

"what?!"

Ner'zhul immediately realized that Arthas had deliberately regained his control of the Scourge, so that he could use Frostmourne to rob him of control of the Scourge when facing his gathered souls!

This not only weakened his control of the Scourge, but also directly weakened Ner'zhul's power, because his own power was strengthened through feedback from the undead.

Ner'zhul wanted to withdraw his power, but Frostmourne was like a hungry wolf that would never let go of its prey. The power of the magic sword gradually increased under the nourishment of its soul, and it began a tug-of-war with Ner'zhul.

Ner'zhul, who failed to regain his power, immediately planned to use Frostmourne on his backhand to break the current situation, but when he used the rune to guide Frostmourne to stop, he found that Frostmourne did not respond. .

'How could this be?'

If Ner'zhul still had a body, his current expression would be very ugly-he suddenly realized now that he seemed to be the one calculated.Ambiguous 43 novel www.aimei43.com

'But... how did this human know my existence?He seems to know everything about himself... even the Scourge!'

One question after another flashed in Ner'zhul's heart. There were still many things he didn't want to understand, but obviously, Arthas would not give him that time.

Holding the warhammer, Arthas walked to the ice that imprisoned Ner'zhul.

"Wait! Maybe we can make a deal, such as about those demons—"

Without paying attention to Ner'zhul's words, Arthas's warhammer fell fiercely on the ice, and a crack appeared in the solid shadow ice immediately.

Ner'zhul immediately felt that part of his power was flowing outwards more quickly along the rift. Frostmourne seemed to be aware of this, and increased his plunder of Ner'zhul.

"boom!"

The second hammer fell decisively, and Arthas' only purpose was to destroy this piece of ice and completely destroy Ner'zhul's evil soul on the Frozen Throne.

"Don't you care about the future of this world? Kill me, you won't be their opponents!"

The Lich King really panicked, Arthas was simply a stone, no matter what he said at all, he was hitting hard wholeheartedly.

"It's too late for you to stop now. I promise I won't threaten the safety of the Eastern Kingdom again! I can secretly help you become the strongest existence in the Eastern Kingdom!"

Ner'zhul kept uttering alluring words, trying to stop Arthas.

After Arthas heard these words, he acted for a while, which made Ner'zhul happy, thinking that Arthas was in the middle, and immediately began to infuse his words with depraved power.

But Alsace just replied calmly: "Your gift is left in hell, as compensation to your compatriots, maybe they will forgive you?"

Arthas' words made Ner'zhul's mind froze, and he recalled the tragedy when Draenor was destroyed because of his arrogance. Countless orcs were thrown out of Draenor by the disordered gravity, and those who remained on the ground Swallowed by the divided earth.

The wailing of those dead people was one of the few nightmares in Ner'zhul's heart, and Arthas' words just evoked his painful memories.

At the same time that Ner'zhul was distracted, Arthas's final blow crashed, and the broken shadow ice crystals fell one after another, and the ice block that held the Lich King was completely shattered.

With the destruction of the Shadow Crystal, the absorbed and digested souls in Ner'zhul's body rioted. In the gradually blurred vision, he vaguely saw the quiet valley of his hometown and the bright moon that never set.

That is the hometown of the Shadowmoon Clan, the Shadowmoon Valley in Draenor—Ner'zhul seems to have seen his wife and his people follow the shaman's way in this quiet valley and lead an ordinary life. .

As his death was approaching, Ner'zhul, the Lich King, also saw the illusion of the boundary between life and death.

"you……"

Only in the Frozen Throne, where the Lich King was created, can he be completely destroyed, and this time, he is truly and eternally dead, and there is no chance of resurrection.

Ner'zhul’s last words did not have time to finish. All his regrets and hatred were eliminated in the soul riot caused by Arthas using Frostmourne. Even Frostmourne hadn’t had time to absorb his soul, Ner'zhul. The ancestor was torn to pieces by the soul vortex.

After realizing that Ner'zhul's soul had completely disappeared, Arthas sighed: No matter from which aspect, Ner'zhul is the most dangerous enemy he has encountered.

But Ner'zhul is also an enemy in his plan that must be eliminated. As long as this guy survives for one day, it is a huge threat to the Eastern Kingdom and the entire Azeroth.

Several "clams" sounded from the ice pile, and Arthas chipped away the ice and picked up the armor originally attached to the soul of Ner'zhul from the ground.

Ner'zhul's influence has disappeared with his destruction, but this set of armor made of unknown metal is not a piece of equipment that mortals can wear.

Arthas squatted down and picked up the helmet from the ground. The crown-like helmet was inlaid with a dark jewel in the center, but when you look closely at it, you will feel that its color is between dark blue and gray.

The helmet of dominance is the most important part of the armor of the Lich King. This helmet is an artifact cast by Kil'jaeden from the power of the shadow kingdom.

It can amplify the user's mind, and Ner'zhul can control so many undeads, and has a close connection with it.

And now the death of the Lich King will bring a consequence, that is, the undead enslaved by him and summoned to the material world will riot-this is why there must be a Lich King.

Any undead will have hatred for the living when they are not under control. This is the instinct of the undead unless someone can fundamentally control their thoughts.

The Scourge that loses its owner will only become more crazy, and because of what Ner'zhul did before, the boundary between life and death of Icecrown has become a vague concept. Here, the living will die, and the dead will "live". come.

Holding the helmet, Arthas raised it to the front and put on this "crown" for himself.

As soon as he put on the helmet, Alsace's eyes burned with a blue "flame", and he felt that his mind was stretched very far, and he was observing the world from a peculiar perspective.

His gaze seemed to scan down from the sky, and everything was easily collected in his eyes, and he could even see his act of wearing a crown.

He held Frostmourne floating towards him, swept away the broken ice blocking the throne, sat on it, leaned Frostmourne on his leg, and supported his head with one hand.

At the moment Arthas sat down, almost all the undead received the same instructions: quiet down and clean up the iron minions of the Lich King.

The undead who had been fighting madly together stopped like a machine, turned their heads slightly, and looked at a few psychics who were still trying to drive the ghouls—they were the lackeys of the Lich King.

In the screams, those psychics who had destroyed humanity were drowned in the ocean of undead.

Such scenes took place in various locations in Northrend. All the undead, whether they voluntarily took refuge in the Lich King or were forced to obey Ner'zhul, realized one thing: the Scourge had a new master.