Frost Sorrow, the blade forged by the ancient ancestors of Nasrezm, the most cunning demon race in the stars.

Rumor has it that it is of the same origin as the Apocalypse, where the Demon Kings of the Ancient Stars have joined forces to infuse the Apocalypse with brute force and plague, and then infuse Frost Sorrow with evil wisdom and endless cunning.

In the once chaotic stars, these two magic blades created one civilization after another in the country of the twisted void, and in a certain era, the exiles in the stars passed on the horror stories of these two evil soldiers, but after the order of the stars was determined, these two long swords that brought endless terror, along with their villain masters, were sealed in a cage.

But endless time has bred one bad story after another, and in the evolution of these stories, what was once a horror has once again shown its power in another civilization.

The apocalypse is ultimately attributed to Tyrion. Dawnblade, the ruler of the Darkblade, used this weapon to forge his own undead civilization.

Frost Grief was given to the exiled dark souls by the archdemon deceitster Kilgardan, who saw the potential of the undead in Tyrion, and he wanted to use this magic sword to create the vanguard of the Burning Legion, that is, the incomparably powerful Undead Scourge.

The deceiters had hoped that the Scourge of the Dead would shine in the invasion of the archdemon Akmund, but unfortunately, due to Tyrion's interference, Acmund's journey ended in a tragic gesture before it began, but in the end, the Scourge of the Dead survived, and nominally, it was still loyal to the Burning Legion at this time.

Well, that's a bit too far, so let's get back to the topic of frost sorrow.

A legendary weapon, Frostmourn has an ornate appearance that perfectly matches its identity, and the dark wisdom and special aesthetic of the Nasrezm are perfectly illustrated in the sword's appearance.

At its core, it is a two-handed sword, but compared to the Apocalypse or the Exterminator, it has a strange "thinness", the widest part of the blade is 5 fingers wide, and the narrowest part is only 3 fingers away, its blade is not smooth, but is made into a unilateral arc, which makes the blade cut longer and has more terrifying destructive power.

At the other end of the blade, there is a half-open blade and a jagged blade, which makes this sword have a special brutal beauty in addition to its strange beauty.

The hilt of the Demon Blade is embellished with the pendant of a goat's skull, and between the demon's skull, in the black hole of the eye, there are ice-blue points of light shining, and on both sides of the hilt, there are miniature carved demon skulls, with snake-like patterns wrapped around the hilt, and the handle that has been made with a special frosted pattern can effectively imitate the sliding of the sword-wielder's fingers.

Of course, the most striking thing is the inscription on both sides of the blade of this long sword carved like dark blue ice... It was an inscription from the ancient Nasrezm, but it resembled the style of the Necromantic Rune, which gave the sword more special abilities, and these runes had their own special meanings.

That's two sentences...

"This sword is bloodied to show its sharpness."

"This sword devours the soul to show its power."

These are two evil words, although only Tyrion can read these two sentences, but the others don't really need to understand it, because the existence of Frost Grief itself has nothing to do with light and justice, and this sword is clearly telling everyone who sees it from its appearance to the power it escapes.

It's an evil blade!

A weapon that belongs only to darkness, a weapon that can only bring disaster and despair.

"How desperate are you... Arthas, would you want to wield such a weapon to defend yourself? ”

In the Cave of the Cold Wind, the moment Tyrion walked out of the darkness, everyone drew their weapons and aimed their swords at the King of the Dark Blades who came alone, of course, they didn't know that the Dark Blades no longer had a king, and the walkers who pursued great causes and noble ascension did not need a king!

In the face of this undisguised hostility, Tyrion did not care, he was used to appearing in this hostile environment, he strolled close to the suspended magic sword, the moment Tyrion appeared, Arthas's seemingly bewildered mind also appeared temporarily awake, he glanced at Tyrion, and then at the long sword in front of him, he stepped forward and stretched out his hand towards the humming frost sorrow.

"Smack"

Tyrion's figure vanished suddenly, and when he reappeared, he was already standing in front of Arthas, but instead of attacking the young king with the Ash Bringer, instead, the raised hand, the fingers with the armor, slammed into the young king's cheek.

It was a heavy slap in the face, so hard that it even threw Arthas's entire body flying backwards, and of course, this slap completely interrupted Arthas's attempt to touch Frost's sorrow.

"Can you defeat the demon if you become a more terrible demon yourself?"

Tyrion shook his head, he looked at Arthas, who staggered to his feet, and asked in a low voice:

"What a fool's madness!"

"Who told you this ridiculous theory? Alsace. Tell me, Minethiel, have you lost your judgment? ”

"Protect Your Majesty!"

Seeing that Arthas was being repulsed, Marvion and Pharik roared and rushed at Tyrion with their swords in their hands, and the enraged warriors trampled on the snow, and the flying snowflakes fluttered behind them.

"Bang, bang"

The heavy ash bringer was as light as nothing in Tyrion's hands, and the black blade slammed into the blades of Marvion and Pharik with precision, like swatting flies, and the shadowy shadow blades came and went like illusions in the cold wind, and for a while, the entire cold wind cave echoed with the sword light and sword shadow that made people's scalps tingle.

Two balls of blood erupted on the repulsed captain's body, their armor sliced by the blade of energy, but Tyrion didn't kill them, and the High Lord wouldn't take their lives easily against these human warriors who were far weaker than him.

Because the courage to charge bravely in the face of a strong enemy is really amazing.

"Buzz"

Dark red death energy surged out from beneath the cold, solid earth like ghost's claws, wrapping around Marvion and Faric's bodies, grabbing their throats and lifting them into the air, allowing them to struggle wildly, but the shadow's ghostclaws remained unmoving.

They couldn't even make the slightest sound, and could only slowly faint in the pain of gradual suffocation.

"Let them go!"

Arthas carried the war hammer and rushed straight towards Tyrion like a villain in the glow of the holy light, the young king's cheeks were covered with frozen blue-purple scars, and Tyria's slap was extremely hard, so that Arthas was still a little confused.

"Bang"

The Great Lord of the Darkblade took a step back silently, watching the warhammer wrapped in scorching light rub against his armor and smash into the snow beneath his feet, and he reached out in an instant, mercilessly slamming through the shining light on Arthas's chin.

The intense light turned into small pieces of lightning that roamed Arthas's body, even trying to invade the wrists of the Great Lord of the Darkblades, but Tyrion didn't care, he roughly grabbed Arthas's face in front of his eyes, and his ice-blue eyes scrutinized Arthas's blue eyes like the ocean.

There was anger and resentment in those eyes, but Tyrion could still see that in the depths of those eyes, in Arthas's pupils, there was still a faint trace of confusion and confusion.

"Well, the medium of spiritual induction is still influencing you."

Tyrion whispered:

"You're still not fully awake..."

"What are you talking about! You..."

"Bang"

Arthas's roar just sounded, and another cold slap hit him on the cheek, this time, the power of the great lord's black soul slightly penetrated into the young king's body, although the power was cold, but it did not conflict with the holy light, between the cold touch, a blank touch in Arthas's eyes was quickly expelled.

He lay on the ground, curled up in pain, coughing hard, a smear of blood running down his cheek, but under the influence of Sen Leng's power, his mind, which had been slightly chaotic recently, suddenly woke up in an instant.

The pain of the body, the humiliation of the heart, and the clarity of the mind, these three forces were intertwined, making Arthas's state very bad at this time, and he subconsciously shook his head, trying to dispel the last trace of doubt in his heart.

And the worst thing is that after being expelled by that kind of thinking, Arthas himself does not know whether his current state is sober or still affected by another force.

Just as he was at a loss, a pair of black combat boots wrapped in the cold mist appeared in front of him, and the voice that Arthas hated was heard together.

"As far as I know, neither Nasrezm's spirit inducement nor the Lich King's spirit summoning is forced, it's just a hidden introduction in your soul, so whoever is trying to lure you here means that you have the idea of coming here in your own heart... Stop talking ridiculous nonsense about turning into a demon or anything like that. ”

Tyrion crouched down and looked at Arthas, who was struggling to get up, and asked softly:

"Why? Why do you want to get this sword at the expense of yourself? You believe in the Light, and what makes you not pray to the Light in times of despair, but instead pursue this evil weapon? ”

"Ahem... If you want to kill, you can kill, where is there so much nonsense! ”

The young king gritted his teeth and spat out the words, but the next moment Tyrion laughed, and his laughter was hoarse, without any element of joy in it, as if he was laughing simply for the sake of laughing:

"If you don't answer me, I'll find another person to ask you, I think, you are so embarrassed, you don't want to see him in this scene, right?"

Arthas was silent, he knew who Tyrion was talking about, and he knew that he couldn't hide everything about himself in front of that man, and after a few minutes of confrontation, the young king lowered his head, and before his eyes, there was ice in the snow, like a crystal smooth mirror, in which he could see his embarrassed self, he could see the frostbite on his cheeks, and he could see his own eyes, the blankness in those sea-blue eyes.

And after the quiet spiritual guidance in his heart was forcibly destroyed, when Arthas was fully conscious, he was wise enough to see clearly what kind of dangerous situation he was in, and finally, he decided to answer this question to buy himself more time to recover.

"I... I'm just running away, evading my responsibilities, putting all hope on a weapon that can turn everything around, I'm a coward, I can only watch my father die in front of me and do nothing, I can only watch my people being threatened by barbarians, but I can only send soldiers to battle..."

Arthas's fingers clenched in the snow, clasping the icy snowflakes, and he closed his eyes as if he were roaring.

"I just want to... I just want to be another you, with the power to turn everything around and protect everything! I just want to..."

"No"

Tyrion stood up and took a few steps back, he looked at the frost sorrow floating at his side, he shook his head, his hands clenched the ash bringer in his hand, in the light of dark power, the Great Lord of the Dark Blade really entered the state of battle, and in front of him, Arthas also staggered up from the ground, then wiped the blood stains from the corner of his mouth, and re-grasped his hammer.

The eyes of the Great Lord of the Dark Blade were calm and cold, and he looked at the young king, and he said:

"You can't be me... I've given you plenty of time, but this transformation isn't what I want to see, and I don't want my opponents to be a bunch of cowards who just run away... You've got to be better than me, if you can't... Then you can only die here humbly, like a nobody. ”

"Fate has sent you here, Arthas. Minahill. ”

Tyrion swung his sword, and between the beating and resetting of the blade of Shadow, he held the sword in both hands and aimed it at the young king in front of him:

"Hold on to your weapons... In your fate full of despair and darkness, fight your way out! ”

"Like a true warrior."