Dawn of Lordaeron

You can search "Lordaeron's Dawn Search Novels (www.soxscc.com)" in Baidu to find the latest chapters!Arthas's holy light wings slowly flapped, allowing him to levitate above the demon burning into a golden ocean. The visor formed by the holy light was like a serious archangel, giving divine punishment to these demons from the twisting void.

This is the first time Arthas has used his power with all his strength, the high affinity of the Holy Light, so that he can almost effortlessly make these lights form the shape he wants and perform their due functions.

Barnazar died, and his soul fell into the hands of Arthas again. The remaining demons were not Alsace’s enemies at all. In just a few minutes, the demons in the valley died and fled. Escape.

After clearing all the demons in his line of sight, Arthas landed on the ground, and the holy light wings behind him also hung down, then shattered into light particles and dissipated.

"who are you?"

Tirion stood there, clutching his wound and panting heavily. He wanted to take a few steps forward, but the injury was so severe that he couldn't move his body.

Arthas took off the visor made of the holy light, and the loose blond hair slipped out of his hood. He looked at Tirion with a smile on his face, "Fording, even if you are old, you shouldn’t forget me. Right?"

"A... Arthas? You, this... how is this possible?" Tirion lost his eyes and couldn't believe his eyes.

He wanted to ask a few more questions, but when he got weak, he knelt on the ground again, Arthas stepped forward to support him, and healed the wound on his body with the Holy Light.

It’s just that Tirion may be due to his age, or he may have overdrawn too much energy just now. The Holy Light’s healing effect on him is not good, and Arthas’s Holy Light can only stabilize his state. Let the fel poison not continue to erode his body.

Feeling the power of the familiar holy light pouring into his body, Tirion's vision was a little blurred for some reason, except this time because tears blurred his eyes.

It stands to reason that Tirion should not shed tears for a kingkiller, traitor, and executioner, but when he sees the whole and normal Arthas again, he can't control his emotions at all.

"Is it really you... Arthas, but you shouldn't be on the Frozen Throne..." Tirion shut his mouth halfway, because in any case, Arthas is definitely not in front of him. That fallen coward.

"Maybe I should say a long time no see, but this is not very appropriate," Arthas knew Tirion's thoughts, "but it is better for you to ask fewer questions, even if your bones are still tough, this kind of injury Failure to deal with it will definitely kill you."

Tirion laughed, and he also thought about the possibility, "When I came here, I was ready to die on the battlefield, but I didn't expect it to be you who saved me—

Your power is stronger than Alsace I know, and I can't see even a little arrogance in you.

I can't even believe you are the Alsace I know."

Speaking of this, Tirion’s eyes showed some loneliness and sadness. It seemed that he also knew that this Arthas was not the traitor he personally knew, but at least it means that in other worlds, there is the real Lordan. King Lun exists.

"The style of this armor on you is really nostalgic." Tirion sighed softly. Arthas's holy light gave him a temporary relief from the pain. The high lord lifted the Ashbringer up and took the sword. The handle was pressed in Alsace's hand.

"I don't have the ability to fight anymore, but the Alliance and the Horde are still resisting the offensive of the Burning Legion. We got the wrong information and suffered heavy losses." Tirion's gaze swept over the corpse of the silver Expeditionary soldier because of that. Wrong information, these young soldiers paid the price of their lives.Literary Theory www.wenxueda.com

Even if he tried his best, he could not bring them out of the encirclement in the end. If it weren't for Alsace's arrival, he would be captured by the Burning Legion, and most importantly, the Ashbringer would fall into the hands of the Burning Legion.

This holy sword is too pure, so after being contaminated, it will become a source of corruption. If it is taken by the Burning Legion, this weapon will become a nightmare of Azeroth's life.

This kind of tragedy has happened once before. It was the little Mograine who used his own life in exchange for the end of his father's tragic fate, but Mograine's curse fell on Darion.

Fortunately, the Ashbringer returned to the embrace of the Holy Light and got rid of the curse of corruption. Since Tirion had given this sword to Tirion, he would never accept the ending of the Ashbringer's fall again.

Now he has lost the ability to participate in the next battle. Although I don't know how "this" Arthas came to this era, now only he can take the sword and name of the Ashbringer.

"Alsace, raise this sword. The purity of the Ashbringer and the Holy Light is not allowed to be defiled. Instead of letting it be a display in the hands of an old guy, it is better to let you hold it to make the demons tremble.

The next battle is up to you-don't worry about me, your holy light has stabilized my injury, the Griffin of the Northern Expedition is still alive, I can leave here alone."

Tirion covered his wound and stood up. He looked at Arthas and the big sword in his hand with complicated eyes, "May the Holy Light be with you."

"May the Holy Light be with you, Fording, be careful on the road." Arthas nodded, put away the Holy Light's revenge, and carried the Ashbringer on his back.

He never thought that there would be a day to use this weapon, but fate was impermanent, and the Ashbringer was handed over to him in an impossible way.

When Arthas carried the Ashbringer on his back and was about to leave the canyon, Tirion suddenly called him, "Arthas!"

"What's the matter, Fording?"

The old man asked in a dry voice, "Taelan... is he okay?"

Alsace felt stunned. He smiled and gave Tirion a thumbs up. "That guy is a great commander. The First Army and Madenhold Castle can't do without him."

The old man bowed slightly to Arthas, as if the boulder in his heart fell.

"Thank you, Your Highness."

Watching Tirion riding a griffin to leave the Broken Beach, Arthas cast his gaze on the place where the fel beam emitted further away, where the avatar of the fallen Titan Sargeras was sealed and also his avatar. The cemetery is the source of these evil energies.

For the demons, the tomb of Sargeras whose seal has been broken is undoubtedly similar to the temple of the true god. On this small island, their power can almost be increased second only to the base camp of the Twisting Nether.

But these dangers can't stop Alsace's footsteps, because there is still someone he must be saved.

The Ashbringer seemed to feel the new master’s will, and the more surging and blazing power of the Holy Light continued to circulate in the buzzing Holy Light Crystal. Arthas clearly sensed that the invisible link was already He tied him to the Ashbringer.