King's Blessing - This is the paladin's signature blessing!

Everyone's eyes widened in disbelief at this moment, and even Saratas temporarily chose to make a truce with Old Fordin.

This royal blessing says it all.

In the astonishment of everyone, Arthas finally spoke slowly.

"Sister, I don't have time anymore - I could disappear at any moment."

"I've done so much wrong, and even though I've been making what I think is the right choice, the result is never the same as I expected."

"From the time I was born, I have carried the expectations of the whole of Lordaeron, and I have always been taught by my father and teachers, and I myself have always looked forward to becoming a true embodiment of justice."

"I am not ignorant of all the things that my father has done, but I cannot stop it, I can only choose to make amends in my own way, and I believe that the day I am crowned king, everything will be different."

"No longer use orc shelters to quietly withhold funds from the Alliance, will not support those inexplicable experiments, will not use nobles to bully commoners, and then come out to clean up the nobles and be good people and deprive the nobles of their property by the way...... But now it seems that none of this is possible. ”

"I don't agree with many of my father's words, but there is one sentence that I have always kept in my heart - a king is born to carry everything."

"I thought I would be able to use that sword to die with the demon so that the spearhead would not be pointed at Lordaeron, and I would be able to end everything with my own death, but what I didn't expect was that this sword changed me."

"Now, I can't go any further, I'm sorry, but I'll have to leave this mess to you."

"My dear sister, although I don't know what you have been through, and I don't know how you became what you are now, but I can only put this heavy burden in your hands now, and I hope you can lead these people who should not appear to go through the destiny they deserve."

With that, Arthas finally reached out his hand tremblingly and took off his helmet.

Under the helmet, Alsace was haggard but peaceful.

Needless to say, Arthas also knew the meaning of this helmet in their hearts.

This is the control of the undead scourge.

Frostmourn has been tossed aside, and in this case, the only way to deal with these potentially undead scourges is to use the helmet left behind by Arthas.

And now, looking at the stance, he wants to hand the helmet to Kalia.

In fact, this may also be the best option.

Kalia doesn't belong to the Horde, doesn't belong to the Alliance, or even belongs to the Oath - but interestingly, the Forsaken and all three of them are on good terms under Kalia's leadership.

Moreover, Kalia also has a deep understanding of the Forsaken, and she has an awareness similar to that of a "martyr" when she drank the potion and voluntarily transformed, so she will not do anything in the future for the continuation of the Forsaken's mistake.

……………………

Just as Drunken Wind was subconsciously weighing the pros and cons, Kalia had already taken the cold helmet from Arthas's hands.

Arthas raised his hand with difficulty and stroked his chest.

At this time, no one doubted that Arthas had other plans, and the last glimmer of light and the blessing of the king was enough to explain everything.

At least the current Alsace who gave the helmet is still the kind prince.

Unlike people like Drunken Wind who are bent on Azeroth, Arthas's heart is more about his people - from the oath he made to Timmy in the past, to the current hand of handing over the helmet to Kalia, Arthas has done the best he can.

He had made all sorts of mistakes, he had all sorts of naivety, but no one could deny that Arthas was an almost perfect prince before he pulled out the Frost Sorrow - he lived by the rules of knighthood and fulfilled his promises.

When Kalia finally took the helmet, Arthas finally tugged at the corners of his mouth.

"Sister, if you have the chance, please say a word to Gianna for me...... I'm sorry. ”

At the last moment, Arthas finally raised Frost Grief once more - don't get me wrong, he didn't mean to fight Drunken Wind again, but turned the hilt of his sword and stabbed it deep into his chest.

The sturdy armor was as fragile as white paper before Frost Sorrow.

Inch by inch, Arthas put an end to everything with the sword that he once held a treasure.

When Frost Sorrow completely penetrated Arthas's body, Arthas finally stopped, motionless.

Although he was still standing in place, everyone knew in their hearts that Arthas had erased the last trace of himself in this world with his own hands.

No one knows exactly why he made this choice, but it is certain that Arthas definitely had his own reasons - the Paladin's teachings do not allow suicide, so in the end, he regained consciousness but chose to cut himself off, and Arthas should have ended everything.

Frost's Sorrow is the Lich King, and the Lich King is Frost's Sorrow.

And now, Frostmourn has killed the Lich King, which is the end of himself.

Sure enough, the next moment, the frost sorrow that was inserted in Arthas's chest suddenly broke without warning, and became two.

At the same time, Arthas's body in the armor began to decay rapidly, turning into a small pile of ash at a visible rate, and then completely vanished.

Time seems to have stopped at this moment.

The undead lost control and fell into a stupor.

Kalia watched as Arthas left her armor behind and made her choice.

Old Furding looked at the prince quietly, thoughtful in his heart.

Dranoche was still gasping for breath, just recovering from the siege of the undead.

The next moment, the ground trembled slightly, and Atud finally broke through the ground.

On his sharp horn hung the body of Anubarak, who this time had truly slept for good.

Kel'thugad was judged by the Silver Hand and the Violet Avengers.

Alsace also made it to the end.

Anubarak died at the hands of his former people.

Although Professor Ptrisheed is still there, he is destined to not be able to make any waves.

The once mighty undead catastrophe is now finally over - although there are still many undead, they are under the control of Kalia, and the result is destined to be a silent self-decay in some forgotten corner.

In this moment of sudden silence, Drunken Wind suddenly bent down and grabbed a dagger from the ground.

"Then you're all left now, Miss Salatas—we should settle our accounts, right?"