Stratholme God

  Chapter 349

"Oooo--"

   The first to react was not the Lich King, nor Lao Taizi, but the sand sculptures who were supposed to be fighting to the death, oh, the trident warriors.

  People are born with gossip.

  Bah, these teasers are just a pain in the ass.

   After finally catching an Arthas who is very likely to escape the fate of the Lich King, he was absent-minded when he cut people, and he pricked up his ears to listen to the movement here.

   The guys who can't come are watching the live broadcast through the system.

   is completely echoed by the domineering two fools. These funny people can't pretend, they all raise their knives and cut down the enemy in front of them into slag.

   Facing the death knight troop in the distance, the great sword of Arthas raised the fire to the sky, as if one person and one sword could support the dark cloud of death.

  【Happy Fire】It kept buzzing, overflowing with undulating fire elements, proudly emitting a staggered light, shocking the undead who tried to approach.

  The battlefield was actually silent.

   It seemed that the sound of fighting had faded away, and there was only the sound of the wind blowing through the shattered chests of the undead.

   was dozens of kilometers away, and McDonald and the others watched this scene through a magic mirror.

  Liadrin couldn't help asking: "King Terenas...will he appear?"

   McDonnell said firmly: "He dare not."

"why?"

   "He's old. A guy who fell into the arms of the Lich King because he was afraid of death is destined to never be qualified to be the strongest."

Liadrin mused: "That's right, if you are a guy who only hides behind the army and plays small tricks, I will never obey you in my life. But since I saw you fighting with Goron, I have …”

   A charming red cloud appeared on the female priest's face, which made McDonald's dare not take up the topic at all.

  …

   Here, Arthas's call was finally answered.

   That was the voice of a lich!

   Arrogant and contemptuous.

"Death is the only destination for all the living! Under the siege of hundreds of millions of undead, your resistance is meaningless! His Highness Arthas! If you surrender and join the Scourge now, His Majesty the Lich King can still give you and you A companion without pain, or all of you will suffer thousands of years of torture in the purgatory of your souls!"

   "You only have 1 minute to think."

  In the sky, gargoyles swooped back and forth, wantonly hunting and killing a few griffins.

   At the end of the earth, a terrible line of undead troops stretches from the Alterac Mountains in the south to the Tirisfal Glades in the north.

   They are stacked on top of each other, filling the entire horizon.

   There are so many of them that, visually, counting has lost its meaning.

   This is the foundation of the Scourge.

  In the overwhelming numbers, the resistance of Uther and Rivendell on the flanks seemed to be in vain.

   If it was the previous Alsace, there are probably no more than two reactions.

   Either terrified to the extreme and incompetent and furious, or angered to the extreme and lost his mind.

   Unexpected.

Arthas didn't show any anger, but instead shouted loudly: "Father, send this third-rate thing out to consume my physical strength, then weaken me, and find a way to make me submit. Is this your answer? This is still The Lordaeron Sword God who taught me how to be a strong man with a cross sword back then? I am so disappointed!"

   "Shut up! Arthas! You don't understand the greatness of His Majesty the Lich King! Life is meaningless, only death is eternal!" shouted the Lich.

   For this kind of fanatical argument, Arthas was not much touched, but felt a burst of sadness.

   The father he knew was not like this: even though he was strict, he occasionally gave his family the feeling of being wise and courageous. It was by no means what he was now.

   Fear of death! cowardly! Only dare to win by numbers.

  …this is not the father I know.

   There was a sad look in the eyes of the former prince.

"Father, is this the world under Lordaeron's **** that you expect? Those who are ruled have no will of their own, and they keep shouting slogans that even they themselves do not understand. What an empty fellow. It seems, Even you should be used. It seems to be beyond life and death, high above - and the real sad thing is that you don't even know that you are being used."

   "Shut up!" Terenas' voice suddenly came from the sky where the dark power was rolling.

He quietly said: "Father! Times have changed! No, it should be said that there has never been anything noble in this world, and blood is not a reason for existence to dominate other existences. We can become a royal family, but only It is because our ancestors led the progress of mankind and were honored as sacred. When you become an obstacle to the progress of mankind, the sacred halo will disappear without a trace. Therefore, I will make up for the mistakes you have made!"

   Arthas suddenly became imposing: "Terenas Menethil! I will defeat you!"

   Azeroth is a world where psychic power can be transformed into miraculous power.

   As if to cooperate with the prince's domineering announcement, he radiated a dazzling fire all over his body. The crimson fire suddenly rose, and instantly formed an area where even the darkness could not escape - it was crimson, without the slightest impurities, as if to attract all the souls of the undead.

   is not a flame, it is better than a flame.

Along with the [Happiness of Fire] in his hand, the crimson mental power turned into a soul version of a flame storm, spreading out, within a radius of 300 meters, every person touched by this illusory flame. The undead all let out a shrill scream.

   In just a few seconds, their souls were completely annihilated and disappeared from this world.

  From the most vulnerable skeleton soldiers to powerful gargoyles, to death knights and lichs, these terrifying bodies that lost the support of their souls silently fell to the ground and turned into real corpses.

   This soul flame soars into the sky.

   It is an unyielding soul that declares war on death and evil!

   It is a filial son's resistance to his demonic old father!

   This blow even wiped out almost all the enemies in front of Uther, and only a few, such as the Dread Demon King, carried it over.

  Tirion was stunned: "This is... [Dedication]?"

Uther shook his head: "No! It's not the Holy Light, but it is better than the Holy Light. I begin to understand the intention of the Duke of Stratholme. Sure enough, His Royal Highness Arthas has an amazing talent that transcends the ordinary. If used well, he will become a natural disaster. The sharpest sword of the Legion."

   At this moment, I don’t know how many sand sculpture players screamed with excitement.

  【08a】: "Isn't this more hot-blooded than "Bo Ren Zhuan"!?"

  【Father gyf】: "The new version of father's kindness and filial piety!"

   In the void, Terenas, who was watching this scene, was going crazy.

   However, to play in person, would he dare?

  Thousands of words finally converged into one sentence——

   "Rebel!"

   This is an update on the 13th. In fact, I finished writing it, but the first time I felt that the taste was not right, I fixed it for a long time. Just released now.

   (end of this chapter)