"Good job!" Kael 'thas shouted with all his might. This prince, who had been the crown prince for over a thousand years, was rarely excited.
But he did not expect Duque to carry Antonidas' corpse and say to him, "Retreat! I'll give you five minutes. Take the most precious thing in your wizard tower and retreat! "
Kai Zi was stunned. "Didn't we have the upper hand?"
Duque rolled his eyes. "Upper hand? Did I do too well, giving you the illusion that we had the upper hand? The Dalajan is finished! "
"Didn't you obtain Antonidas' authority?"
Duque smiled bitterly. "If he really is dead …"
"…"
Duque gritted his teeth. "What I'm most afraid of is that he'll die and come back to life."
Sometimes, Duque wanted to slap himself in the face. The good didn't work, but the bad did.
Almost as soon as he finished speaking, Antonidas's "corpse" in his hand suddenly mutated. It was a violent wave of darkness that completely surpassed that of a Radiant Moon Mage.
Instinctively, Kael 'thas stabbed with a dagger wrapped in flames. Unfortunately, it was completely useless.
Whether it was the physical attack of the dagger itself or the fire element lingering on the dagger, they were all repelled at the same time.
Duque and Kai Zi's faces instantly turned pale. Low-level mysteries were destined to be rejected and dissolved by higher-level mysteries. This phenomenon could only mean one thing: Antonidas' soul was coming back, and in the form of a fallen one …
"Go!"
Without hesitation, Duque and Kael 'thas immediately used long-distance Flash to leave.
What kind of joke was this?!
A Breaking Dawn Mage had fallen?!
This was earth-shattering news that was no less than Arthas' fall!
Duque gritted his teeth so hard that they almost broke.
What was going on?
Didn't Arthas let Antonidas' soul go after conquering the Dalajan? He let the soul of the former super-powerful Pharaoh wander the ruins of the Dalajan as a wandering ghost.
Until this moment, Duque did not know that Antonidas' fall was actually his fault.
It was precisely because of his appearance that the first time was in Lordaeron City, and the second time was in the battle of the Dalajan, where he had ruthlessly thwarted Arthis' offensive. This caused Arthis to suffer greatly.
Then, because Uther's soul forcefully rejected the corrosion of [Frostmourne] and refused to fall no matter what, this made Arthas angry.
When he had no helpers, the Dreadlords happened to deliver Antonidas' soul …
At this moment, in the northern part of the Dalajan, the surface of Lake Lordamir was strangely cold in summer. No one would have thought that just inserting Frostmourne into the lake on a hot summer day would freeze the lake with a radius of over a hundred kilometers!
Arthas leaned on his sword and looked coldly at Dalaran, who had fallen into chaos as the magical radiance continued to shine.
"Not enough! Not enough! This was far from enough! What the Lich King wanted was even greater destruction! Even more death! "Arthas' voice was dignified." Do you understand? My new servant! "
"Understood!" The one who replied was an incomparably powerful soul. His soul was so focused that if one did not look closely, they would not be able to tell that he was actually a soul without a physical body.
A soul chain as thick as a thumb extended from Arthas' hand and disappeared less than half a meter away. Surprisingly, the other half of the chain was connected to the neck of the soul wearing a luxurious mage robe.
That powerful soul was naturally Antonidas' soul!
Even though he did not have a physical body, Antonidas subconsciously swallowed his saliva. His soul was filled with bitterness. The old mage could not help but recall the scene not long ago. His gray lips twitched.
The Dreadlord was indeed the most treacherous and terrifying creature in the universe. Originally, because he was stronger, he had chased after the Dreadlord that he had injured with one blow.
Unfortunately, most of the Dreadlords were award-winning actors. By the time he left the main battlefield, there were already four Dreadlords working together to seal off the surrounding space. Then, as many as eighteen different debuffs were applied to him.
Then, he knelt down. His soul was extracted while he was still alive. Then, as if by magic, a Dreadlord turned small and entered his body, taking over his body.
When he came back to his senses, he saw Uther's cold corpse and Arthas, who had just finished killing his master!
Antonidas tensed his spirit. In his soul state, his hairs and beard stood up in anger on his blurry face.
"I won't give in, you heartless degenerate! Executioner! You even dared to kill your father and master, what else do you not dare to do? I will not yield! No matter how you torture me, I will not yield. Destroying me is the only thing you can do! "
What Antonidas didn't know was that Arthis had just suffered another major setback in her attempt to corrupt Uther's soul.
The grayish-white lips of the former prince twitched. Then, the prince revealed a hideous and twisted expression that did not match his handsome face. "As you wish, self-proclaimed righteous mage … I just don't know if your soul is as pure as my teacher's, and if your will is as tenacious as his?"
The prince even walked over and waved his sword. Instantly, Antonidas' ears rang with the pained cries of countless souls!
"Ahhhhhh —"
Those were the cries of despair of millions of women before they died.
"No —"
Those were the cries of a man who could not protect his wife and children before he died.
"Mama — Mama —"
Those were the heart-wrenching cries of a child who had yet to grow up in the most terrifying moment.
Antonidas let out a sob. He couldn't tell if he was crying out of fear, or if he was crying out of regret. But he knew very well that this short, hoarse sob had nothing to do with anger, hatred, or justice.
Among the Seven Nations of the Alliance, the Dalajan had the least concept of so-called evil. In more than two thousand years of history, countless mages had tried forbidden magic experiments.
That was why the Tirisfal Assembly later came into being. It regulated the scope of magic that mages could use and stopped those experiments.
But deep down, every mage did not have a clear concept of so-called morality.
Antonidas's soul, which was imprisoned by Tichondrius, faced the phantom of the blade of [Frostmourne]. He had no room to resist. The resistance he imagined did not exist at all.
The phantom of the rune sword pierced through him.
Cold. It was so cold, as if he still had the body of a living person. A bone-chilling sword pierced through his old body and broke open his thin chest.
"No —"
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