Duque was speechless.
He ran away without saying a word.
With a wave of his left and right hands, the surrounding Shadow Energy enveloped his figure.
In the next moment, Duque turned himself into a Shadow Priest and used the ultimate skill [Dissipate]!
When Duque temporarily broke down his body into shadow energy form, it was Ner 'zhul's turn to be speechless.
If it weren't for the consecutive battles between Northrend and Duque, Ner 'zhul's understanding of Duque would still be stuck at more than 20 years ago.
Even when Anastrian joined the Scourge Army for the second time, he only got superficial information. The Sun King had no way of knowing that Duque had been seriously injured when he stabbed Archimonde to death. Instead, he had developed the strange sub-profession of Shadow Priest. It was even more impossible for him to know that Duque had been the Burning Legion's Void Lord. After Grom had reported to Thrall, Thrall hadn't informed Anastrian about it.
The difference in information caused Ner 'zhul to be caught off guard.
Duque escaped in a somewhat awkward manner.
But it was just a little awkward.
As time passed, the system elf's analysis became more detailed.
Duque thought to himself, "Well, this is the shadow energy storage place for [Frostmourne]. There's nothing to see there."
Since it was the Lich King's private property, the shadow energy inside must have been marked by the Lich King. It was not impossible for Duque to seize it, but it would take a lot of time and effort, and it would also alarm Ner 'zhul.
"Then … the place where the souls are imprisoned should be here …"
Duque, the great thief, first found the place where ordinary souls were imprisoned.
Looking at the huge messy cage below that imprisoned thousands of souls, Duque did not even want to look at it, even though it was very likely that any random soul fragment inside could contact a Scourge Army commander in the outside world.
Duque continued to move forward and came to a more secluded place.
There were indeed two soul guards in front of him, and they also had considerable power.
However, in this sword world filled with Shadow Energy, Duque could maintain the state of [Dissipate] for quite a long time.
In their hollow vision of the spiritual world, Duque was no different from an ordinary shadow energy smoke.
Perhaps this was also because Frostmourne had never had a true enemy since it was forged.
Duque slipped in easily.
"This is …"
Transforming back into his human form, Duque easily activated a mechanism on the wall.
The bottom of the room opened up, and several altars rose up. A few soul fragments had been separated and kept on those altars. The altar was actually supported by several independent spaces that resembled safes.
The System concluded that the activation method of this place was actually … voice control?
"Do I need a verbal password?" Duque frowned. "System, imitate Arthas' voice."
In the next moment, Duque opened his mouth again.
Duque started trying random passwords.
"Frostmourne?"
"Arthas Menethil?"
"Lich King?"
After Duque tried seven or eight times, he had an idea. "Sister … Kaliya?"
Immediately, the altars reacted.
Several altars began to move on their own and pieced together.
When the independent spaces merged, the soul fragments inside also began to fuse.
When these fragments finally completely fused together, they suddenly squirmed as if they were alive. They went against the flow and "grew" in the air.
In the end, they actually formed a black soul skull.
"Ha! It's actually his soul?! "It had to be said that Duque had a very unexpected harvest.
Duque raised his hand and gently used the Void Duke's technique to collect the large soul fragment into his hand. Then, he activated [Dissipate] again and left the room.
Duque continued to look for a way to break Frostmourne from the inside.
Just defeating Ner 'zhul did not seem to be enough. However, the flow of time in the sword was obviously different from the outside world. The system estimated that it was about a quarter of the flow of time in the outside world.
Finally, after a few turns, Duque came to the top of Frostmourne, where the hilt should be.
In front of Duque was the soul of a man with a confused appearance. His eyes were closed, as if he was sleeping.
But Du Ke knew that this soul should be trapped in a perpetual cycle of dreams. Only the extremely weak and slowly flickering Soul Fire in his chest proved that this soul had not been completely annihilated, and was not an empty shell that only had the appearance of a facade.
Duque did not know who this soul was, but he felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity.
Duque was sure that he should have seen this person before.
But here's the question. Who is this existence that Arthis has trapped, nurtured, and even refused to destroy? Arthis's soul?
At the same time, the fierce battle in the outside world had reached the most critical juncture.
When Arthas once again activated Frostmourne's Wrath, almost everyone outside was injured. Fortunately, the soul power reserve in Frostmourne had long since fallen below the warning line, so the power of Wrath was greatly reduced this time.
The three big men, Magni, Gavin Rad, and Tirion, were all at the forefront, and the two paladins had activated their invincibility and forced their way through with Holy Light.
"Arthas! Do you remember your father, Terenas? "Tirion roared as he slashed Ashbringer.
"Yes! I stabbed him to death with my sword! " Arthas laughed maniacally as if he had given up on himself. He used Frostmourne to clash with Tirion's sword, forcing Tirion to retreat.
"Do you still remember Uther?" Gavin Rad pounced and fought with Arthas again.
When Arthas blocked Queen Sylvanel's arrow and Magni's hammer, Kaliya blasted her hammer at Arthas from afar.
[Valanel]'s holy golden light blasted [Frostmourne].
After this, the famous [Frostmourne] was no longer intact. At this moment, everyone heard a sudden metallic hum. This was the sorrowful cry of the demonic sword.
The golden light spun as if it was going to drill into the blade.
Frostmourne's blade suddenly caved in, and a beam of golden light of different hues shot out from it. The two different hues of golden light blended together and flowed into the patterns on the rune sword.
The entire sword began to shine. This was not the blue and white evil light that Frostmourne had always emitted. This was holy light that was the complete opposite of evil.
"Ah!" Unable to control the demonic sword in his hand, Arthas watched his demonic sword float in the air with the blade facing down, hovering in the middle of the ice platform.
"Impossible —" Arthas was completely stunned!
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