Before Tirion Fordring could finish, Uther suddenly interrupted him, "Tirion! You hold a cruel fate in your hands, brother. But it doesn't just belong to you. "
"Wait! You don't have a body … "Gavinrad was a little confused.
Uther smiled and shook his head. Terenas raised his scepter, and suddenly a mysterious sarcophagus broke out from under the ice platform.
Uther's golden soul slowly stepped into the sarcophagus. When the sarcophagus opened again, what appeared in front of everyone was a … Death Knight named Uther the Lightbringer!
The other two, who were once part of the Five Silver Saints, could not believe their eyes. They all clenched their fists.
Terenas sighed, "After Arthas killed Uther, he moved his body here. That child always wanted his teacher to become a Death Knight, because that way, he could have one of the few Death Knights in the world that could rival him. He tortured Uther and tried to persuade him, but Uther never agreed. "
Uther laughed at himself, his face deathly pale, "Haha! This is my first time being a Death Knight. But I just destroyed Ner 'zhul's soul, and from his soul fragments, I got some Death Knight skills. Maybe I'll be a very good Death Knight. "
This kind of joke, which was so cold that it made people despair, naturally did not attract any laughter.
Uther also gave up. He pointed at the symbol of the Lich King, the Crown of Ice that Arthas had always worn.
"Do it, Tirion! You and these brave heroes have your own destiny to fulfill. Leave this final sacrifice to me. In any case, I was already a dead man 11 years ago! "Wuther's heroic voice resounded through the world.
The wind was howling.
Everyone's heart gradually lost its temperature due to the pain of the ice and snow of Northrend.
Uther strode in front of Duque, "Duque, thank you for releasing my soul, and thank you for all you've done for the Alliance all these years. I had failed in raising Arthas. Now I'm just shouldering my responsibility. Don't be sad for me, don't be sad for me! This is nothing but the self-redemption of a lost and suffering soul. "
Duque's mouth squirmed for a long time, but he couldn't say anything in the end.
This was too f * cked up!
He had deliberately hidden Bolvar Fortagen. Well, Bolivar had been saved, and Uther, who was even more formidable, had been lost.
From Duque's point of view, Uther was even more powerful and awesome. If he could bring Uther into the Weave, the weak holy system that could only heal and not attack would become the strongest branch of the Weave.
Unfortunately, there were no ifs.
This was fate!
Perhaps, this was not a bad ending!
No matter what, it was better than Uther, the strongest Holy Knight in history, completely retiring from the stage of history.
However, since Uther had decided to become the Lich King. In that case, what kind of power would this Lich King, who was probably the strongest Lich King in history, display at the time of [Return of the Legion]? Duque suddenly had deep expectations.
The Third Lich King was already so awesome. Wouldn't the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse of the third generation under him rise as well?
Duque's mind was in a mess. He could only watch in a daze as Uther left him and walked towards his old brother.
This was not Uther's fault.
In this life, Uther rarely had the chance to interact with Duque. To be honest, Duque was not good at dealing with people who were pure in their beliefs. They were almost like ascetics or puritans.
In addition to the five years at the Dark Portal, Duque had been blasted into the void with Karazhan. He and Uther were not really close friends. They were just slightly better than nodding acquaintances.
"Gavin Rad!"
"Uther!"
Because Gavin Rad was not from Rotterdam, his relationship with the other four Holy Knights was far from close. This did not prevent them from seriously understanding each other, and during the days of fighting side by side at the Dark Portal, they had forged a deep friendship.
After talking for about three minutes, Uther hugged Gavin Rad again. Finally, he stood in front of Tirion.
Among so many people, his friendship with Tirion was the deepest. Among the Five Silver Saints, Tirion's philosophy and ideas were the closest to his.
Thanks to this life, Tirion had been blasted into the void with Duque, and there had not been a falling out between Tirion and Uther. The friendship between them could be said to be stronger than gold.
After some small talk, Uther said solemnly, "You must forget me, Tirion! If this world is to be freed from the shackles of fear, no one must ever know what happened here today! "
"But … you …" Tirion choked.
Uther's face was stern, and his words were sonorous. "I heard that you worship my name as sacred! In that case, you should tell them that the Lich King is dead. Uther's soul, which was captured by Arthis back then, has long since dissipated … Go! Leave this place! Never come back! "
Finally, Tirion nodded heavily.
The Alliance of Heroes left. Many people looked back with every step they took.
From time to time, they would look at the familiar figure sitting on the throne of ice. He was wearing the most sacred armor of the Silver Hands, and his body was emitting a brilliant holy light that did not match at all. But he was crowned with the Lich King's Crown of the Dead.
The only good thing was that he was not too lonely.
A former king stood beside him as a servant.
"Is this … okay? Your Majesty! "Uther smiled bitterly.
The king that he had sworn to serve for the rest of his life had become his assistant. What the hell was this?
"The living return to the living, the dead to the dead. Right now, I am just a soul atoning for my sins. I was once a good king, but also a terrible father … If this can truly put my son's soul to rest, I … will do it. Besides, I still have Kalia. Since the bloodline can continue, I am satisfied. " I am satisfied. "Terenas said seriously.
"Your Majesty …" Uther sighed.
Terenas showed a somewhat funny smile. "No, no, no, you are my Majesty now!"
"You …"
When Duque and the others stepped out of the Icecrown Citadel, the entire Icecrown Citadel immediately formed huge blocks of ice and began to seal the entire citadel. This scene caused the Alliance soldiers to open their eyes wide and tongue-tied.
Then, Tirion raised the blade of [Frostmourne], which only had half of it left.
"The Lich King Arthis has been defeated by the Alliance of Heroes —"
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