Mishishirsa·Anarell, this is Dick found under Abyss of Icecrown Glacier Ghost Child. Arthas·Menethil's childhood image represents the only light and hope left in his heart. Lich King threw away the heart that would make him weak, and completely tore apart a part of his soul, leaving Anarell in the eternal dark ice prison.
But it is more obvious that Lich King may not even know that Anarell did not die, but persisted tenaciously. Just like hope, once it is born, it is difficult to be completely destroyed.
After the darkness belonging to Lich King was finally defeated, Arthas remaining in his body also woke up while he was dying.
Although Dick promised to rescue Arthas long before this tragic incident happened, when seeing his current situation, Dick also knew that... he could not be saved.
The bond between him and this body was already too deep. The bond between him and Runeblade Frostmourne was already too deep. After Runeblade was broken and the body was destroyed, this trace of soul could no longer be saved.
In the end, Dick failed to do what he promised, and still failed to save Arthas, the miserable Prince, the lonely traveler who made him a friend in the end, the poor man who was willing to fall into the darkness for everything he protected.
"No need to apologize...Dick, my friend."
Arthas's face looked thin due to long-term exposure to death and darkness. After the dark power was defeated, the Ice Blue-colored Undead Fire in his eyes also dissipated at this moment. He looked at Dick, with difficulty, almost using his last remaining strength to smile.
"You're here, that's enough. I... never expected to be Salvation. I've done so many wrong things... Death is just the lightest punishment among them... My child, what's your name... what's your name?"
Anarell was a little scared and hid behind Dick. Paladin restrained Holy Light and patted his shoulder. This move seemed to give him Courage. He walked out from behind Dick and pinched the corners of his clothes.
"My name is Mishishirsa·Anarell, His Majesty... I have been guarding your treasure for you! But I accidentally lost it, I'm sorry..."
Arthas was stunned for a moment, and then he realized what the "treasure" Anarell was talking about. He shook his head hard, threw aside the Broken Sword that was left in his left hand, and then reached out to Anarell. The latter also timidly stretched out his hand and put it on the cold hand. Then, he heard Arthas say,
"You did a good job...Anarell, live a good life and live again in my place... You are free."
"Yeah!"
Just when Arthas said the word "freedom", Anarell let out an exclamation, and the faint blue flame continued Spread on his body. Where the flame flowed, Anarell's weak soul became solidified. Obviously, this was Arthas The last Blessing that gave to this child, he completely cut off the connection with Anarell as a part of his soul and gave him a new existence. As the former Lich King, Arthas had enough ways to do this incredible thing.
Dick watched this scene quietly, and no one made a sound to disturb them. Until Anarell's reshaping was completed, Dick took out the little Lantern that had become brighter and brighter from his arms. He looked at Arthas,
"There is a special soul who wants to speak to you, my friend, and you won't want to miss it, so... just hang on a little longer."
Paladin's left hand brushed the surface of Lantern, and a wisp of purple soul floated out from it, staying next to Arthas, eventually forming the image of an old man with Crown. He was wearing a white robe, with various decorations on his clothes, and a golden ribbon, which all represented his identity.
When I saw this old man,
Tirion Fordring and Mograine exclaimed at the same time, then bent down and knelt down. Even Uther, who was standing in the distance, couldn't help but turn around and lowered his proud head, "Terenas His Majesty!"
The old man turned back and waved to his old minister, "Tirion, Alexandros, and Uther. It's so nice to see you again... But please allow me to be selfish. I want to leave the last time to me and my son."
King Terenas, this King who was killed by Arthas himself, his father, old King, leaned down and stroked Arthas's bone-white hair with illusory fingers. A trace of heaviness and Sorrow flashed across his old face,
"Arthas, my child, look what he has done to you Torment. My child, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have let you go to Eastweald back then. It was my stubbornness that led you to this path of no return."
"No, father... this is my Fate."
The light in Arthas's eyes was getting weaker and weaker, but there was no hatred, no Anger, and no coldness. There was only peace. He looked at the old man in front of him, struggled to reach out his hand, and held the old man's hand together.
"Father, I'm sorry. I'm sorry for the things I did... I was wrong... forgive me."
King Terenas's Ghost sighed, and he also showed a relieved smile,
"Do you still remember what I taught you back then? My child, kingship does not last forever, but we should be glad that everything is over. All the darkness and all the suffering are over today."
"Ahem... There used to be only darkness in front of my eyes... But now, I at least see a glimmer of light."
Arthas looked at Dick for the last time, his eyes full of gratitude.
"Thank you for the gift, my friend... goodbye..."
The time to say goodbye was over. The moment Arthas closed his eyes, the white flame suddenly appeared on his body, just like the scene when Helya died reappeared. The white flame burned quickly, almost in the blink of an eye, Arthas's body, he The soul of King Terenas was ignited and burned in the white flame, and finally turned into Ashes. In the whistling cold wind, it blew from the top of the broken Frozen Throne to Icecrown Glacier and further away.
At this moment, the mountains and rivers of Northrend roared in unison.
At this moment, the icy Northlands cold wind howled.
At this moment, the entire Azeroth and Undead roared in unison.
At this moment, the whole world felt the passing of a certain Bigwigs.
In the distant inner hall of Eastern Kingdoms, Stratholme Palace, Caliea looked at the window where the breeze was blowing with feeling. She opened Window, and the naughty wind blew into the room, leaving a gentle kiss on her face.
On the broken Frozen Throne, everyone watched the end of this scene quietly. Velen remembered Draenei Prayer's condolences. Vol'jin also lit the incense when Troll said goodbye. A dark era ended.
This solemn atmosphere continued until an unexpected episode occurred. When no one noticed, Uther, who had been standing on the edge of the throne, took a deep breath, closed his eyes, took a step forward, and fell into the air below the throne platform.
"No! Uther!"
Tirion Fordring was the first to notice this accident. He quickly rushed to the edge of the throne, but there was someone faster than him. Dick seemed to have expected this scene. He waved his left hand outward, The 8 Val'kyr Warrior who had been staying quietly in the sky of the throne turned into 8 streams of light and rushed under the throne. After a few seconds, the struggling Uther was dragged onto the platform again by them.
"Let me go! Bastard!"
There is probably nothing more embarrassing than making up one's mind to die but not succeeding, but Uther has no chance to try a second time, because Tirion Fordring and Mograine have already held his body on the left and right, dragging him to the center of the throne. After the battle, everyone was exhausted and injured all over, even the old Priest Velen also felt a little tired. Everyone sat cross-legged in a circle. Death Highlord just lowered his head. After a few seconds, he spoke,
"You... you go!"
Uther's voice became less interested, and he felt a trace of unconcealable fatigue from his dark body. His resolute face was full of confusion. He looked up at the purple storm above his head that was quickly dissipating in the lantern in Dick's hand, and waved to his companion.
"Let's go! Get out of here forever... and never come back..."
"What about you? Uther? Are you planning to commit suicide like this?"
Tirion Fordring looked at Uther incomprehensibly, "I don't understand. When you were stabbed by Arthas, even if you chose to fall into the darkness, you had to survive strong. Why did you choose this Cowardice method after victory?"
"That's why!"
Death Knight put the Bone Sword in his hand on his lap. He glanced around and finally sighed, "Because of Revenge, I survived. Also because of Revenge, I don't know why I should live... Arthas is dead. My existence is meaningless. The world of the living disgusts me, The whisper of Apocalypse sealed my Fate. Life and death can never coexist... I just, just don't want to meet you on the battlefield one day... Frankly speaking, after Arthas dies, can you really accept Knights of the Ebon Blade? In your eyes, is there really any difference between us and Undead Scourge?"
Uther's words silenced everyone. Even the wise Velen sighed at this moment. The bravest Saurfang opened his mouth and made a very appropriate summary,
"Maybe we can, after all you have proven yourselves on the battlefield... but the people..."
"Okay! Stop discussing this stupid issue!"
Dick suddenly raised his left hand, interrupting everyone's silence. He raised his head and looked at Uther, his eyes full of seriousness.
"Azeroth may not be able to accept Knights of the Ebon Blade, but another world can! Uther, you have seen Illidan. I think you also returned there not long ago. Some refugees have heard about the current situation of Draenor World. Many things have not been told to you before because there was no time. Now that the disaster of Scourge has been eliminated, it is time to put this matter on the table."
Paladin's eyes were slightly closed, but his voice became deeper and deeper, "Uther, you have participated in Battle of Mount Hyjal and have seen the destructive power of the Burning Legion, but that is not the first time. This time, and it will definitely not be the last time, in that terrifying Beneath the Shadow, Azeroth has never been safe! In the face of the ever-present threat, Undead Scourge is just an insignificant wave."
"Illidan and I have a complete plan, and it has reached the most critical moment. You said that Knights of the Ebon Blade has no reason to exist anymore, so I will find a reason for you!"
"Even Undead Scourge... loses the control of Lich King, Undead Scourge will swallow the whole world, so it cannot exist in this world, but I will give it a new mission, one for all A mission that no one can refuse, Burning Legion of the dead will turn from a shadow that threatens the world into a sharp sword that protects the world. The most important thing is that it will always be in our hands! And it will never threaten Azeroth again!"
Dick opened his eyes. Lady Anveena, who had just regained some strength, ran to the distance, picked up the dimmed Helm of Domination, and put it in Dick's hand. Paladin raised it high.
"What I hold in my hand is a cruel Fate... But it does not belong to Azeroth, nor does it belong to the living... Uther, are you willing to accept this Fate, until the soul Eternal Silence? Are you willing to fight for Eternal Peace in the endless time in the future? Are you willing to give everything you have, just to protect the world under your feet?"
Everyone's expressions became serious. Mograine and Saurfang seemed to want to ask something, but they were stopped by Tirion Fordring and Velen. What was happening in front of them could not be disturbed, because it meant the inheritance of the next Lich King...
Yes, even though they just killed the second Lich King, now they have to choose the third Lich King, just because what Dick said is right.
Without the control of Lich King, the violent Undead Scourge will devour everything. With that kind of quantity, the whole world cannot avoid it, and it seems that Dick already has a complete plan on how to place Undead Scourge.
Facing the Helm of Domination that Dick brought to hand, Uther's eyes were closed tightly. Obviously, this Death Highlord was also fighting fiercely and struggling in his heart, but in the end, Dick's " "Ebon Blade Knights's new mission" still moved him. Uther was not Undead in the true sense. He still retained his complete feelings. For those loyal and fearless subordinates, he really couldn't bear to see them end up betrayed and separated from their relatives.
So after 3 minutes of silence, Uther opened his eyes. Confusion had dissipated, and was replaced by a look that became firm again.
"Yes! I do!"
Dick took a deep breath, took out Windfury from Ring, and then motioned Uther to half kneel in front of him, just like a decorated knight from King, Dick held in one hand Helm of Domination, holding Longsword, Velen, Tirion Fordring, Vol'jin, Saurfang, Mograine in the other hand as witnesses, standing on both sides of the broken Frozen Throne.
Dick said loudly,
"Death Lord Uther, above the Azeroth sky and earth, under the gaze of all spirits, under the witness of the most noble Champion people in the world, you will take over a heavy mission, please swear to me!"
"The long night is coming, I will keep watch from tonight until I die!"
"I will not retreat, I will not be afraid, I will not flinch."
"I will not wear a crown or compete for honors. I will fulfill my duties faithfully and live and die here."
"I am the sword of death in the darkness, the silent blade against Evil, the Undead Guardian of Shattered World, the Eternal Dark Beam of dawn, the Bones horn that wakes the sleeping, the immortal Burning Legion that protects Azeroth."
"I dedicate my lost life and silent glory to Night's Watch!"
"It's like this tonight, and it's like this every night."
Dick said something, Uther followed, and the two people's voices became louder and louder. Until finally, even Saurfang and Mograine couldn't help but hold Fist tightly. The cold air was filled with endless solemnity and solemnity.
After saying the last oath, Dick raised Longsword, gently placed it on Uther's left and right shoulders, then handed Longsword to Anarell beside him, held Helm of Domination with both hands, and placed it on Uther's head.
"In the name of Azeroth Titan Keepers Council, temporarily High Guardians Dick·Bronz'an·Tang, I give you this responsibility. From now on, there will no longer be Undead Scourge. You will become the leader of the Nightwatcher's Burning Legion, go to Shattered World Draenor, until the threat of the Burning Legion is eliminated, you are not allowed to return to Azeroth without any reason!"
"The eyes of Azeroth and Guardians are watching you, Uther, use the power in your hands with caution! If you can't bear this responsibility, then it's best to end it yourself. I don't want to see my comrade Corruption become a real monster!"
At the moment when the minds of Helm of Domination and Uther were connected, death Lord let out a muffled groan, and the Death's Verdict he was holding in his hand also made a roar. His body continued to tremble until 10 minutes later, Uther opened his eyes, and two light blue streams of light flashed in his eyes.
"Nightwatcher's Burning Legion is in place... When will we go to Draenor?"
Faced with this problem, Dick shrugged and pushed the confused Anarell behind him in front of Uther.
"There's no hurry, it will take time for Mage to restart Dark Portal, but before that, Uther, this is your New Disciple, and is also your best deputy and successor. You'd better train this child well, his potential is amazing."
"Why? Is it just because he has some relationship with Arthas?"
"No... because Frostmourne, this child has reached a special connection with Fragments of Frostmourne. I believe you won't be willing to give up such a help, right?"