"Well done!" shouted Kael'thas as hard as he could, and His Royal Highness, who had been crown prince for a thousand years, was rarely excited. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

It's just that he didn't expect that Duke actually carried the corpse of Antonidas and said to him: "Quickly withdraw! Give you five minutes, take the most precious thing in your mage tower, withdraw!"

Kaizi was extremely stunned: "Didn't we have the upper hand?"

Duke rolled his eyes: "Got the upper hand, did I do a good job and give you the illusion that we have the upper hand?"

"Didn't you get permission from Antonidas?"

Duke smiled wryly: "If he really died......"

“......”

Duke gritted his teeth: "The most feared thing is that he is dead and alive." ”

Duke sometimes wants to slap himself a few times, the good and the bad.

Almost as soon as his words fell, the 'corpse' of Antonidas in his hand suddenly mutated. It was a violent dark wave that completely overtook the Radiant Moon Mage.

Subconsciously, Kael'thas stabbed a dagger wrapped in flames, but unfortunately, it was completely useless.

Whether it was the physical attack of the dagger itself or the fire element lingering on the dagger, it was actually bounced away at the same time.

Duke and Kaiko's faces turned pale for a moment. The lower mysteries are destined to be rejected and dissolved by the higher mysteries, and the emergence of such a phenomenon can only prove one thing - the soul of Antonidas is coming back, and in the form of a degenerate......

"Let's go!"

Without any further hesitation, Duke and Kael'thas immediately left with a long flash.

Are you kidding!?

A Dawn Archmage has fallen!?

This is no less shocking news than the fall of Alsace!

Duke's teeth were crushed.

What's going on?

Originally, after Arthas conquered Dalaran in history, didn't he spare the soul of Antonidas? Let the soul of this former super-powerful master wander in the ruins of Dalaran and become a lonely ghost.

Until this moment, Duke didn't know that Antonidas's fall was actually his pot.

It was because of his appearance that the first time was the rescue of the city of Lordaeron, and the second was the battle of Dalaran, which severely thwarted the offensive of Alsace twice in a row. Let Arthas suffer a lot.

Then, because Uther's soul had rejected the corruption of Frost's Sorrow and refused to fall, Arthas was annoyed.

At the time of the bitter help, it happened to be the Dreadlords who sent the soul of Antonidas......

At this moment, on Lake Lordamire, north of Dalaran, the surface of the lake glows strangely cold in summer. No one would have thought that in the scorching summer, just by inserting [Frost Sorrow] on the surface of the lake, the surface of the lake with a radius of more than 100 kilometers would be frozen!

Arthas stood with his sword in hand, and he watched coldly and proudly as the magic light continued to light up and Dalaran fell into chaos.

"Not enough! Not enough! This is not enough! His Majesty the Lich King wants more destruction!more death!" Arthas's voice was majestic, "Do you understand? my new servant!"

"Understood!" replied to an incomparably powerful soul. His soul was so staring that he didn't even notice that he was just a disembodied soul without looking closely.

A chain of souls as thick as a thumb extended from Arthas's hand and disappeared less than half a meter away, and unexpectedly, the other half of the chain was attached to the neck of the soul that appeared to be dressed in a magnificent mage's robes.

That powerful soul is naturally the soul of Antonidas!

Obviously there was no longer a substance, Antonidas subconsciously made a gesture of swallowing saliva, and his soul was full of bitterness. The old mage couldn't help but think back to the scene not long ago, and his gray lips twitched.

The Dreadlord is one of the most treacherous and fearsome creatures in the universe. Originally, he relied on his strength to be stronger, so he chased after the Dreaddemon King who was injured by his blow.

It's a pity that most of the Dread Demon Kings are from movie stars, and when he chased away from the main battlefield, it was already four Dread Demon Kings joining forces, directly sealing the surrounding space, and then as many as eighteen negative magic effects were directly added to his head.

Then he knelt and was drained alive, and then a Dreadlord magically became smaller, entered his body, and took possession of his body.

When he came back to his senses, he saw the cold corpse of Uther, and Arthas, who had just completed his murder!

Antonidas tensed his spirit, and in his soul state, his vague face was furious.

"I will not give in, you inhuman degenerate! Executioner! Even your father and master dare to kill, what would you not dare! I will not give in! I will not give in no matter how you torture me--destroying me is the only thing you can do!"

Unbeknownst to Antonidas, Arthas had just suffered another major defeat in corrupting Uther's soul.

The former prince's gray-white lips twitched, and then the prince showed a hideously distorted expression that did not match his handsome face: "As you wish, the self-proclaimed righteous mage...... I wonder if your soul is as holy as my teacher, and if your will is as strong as his?"

The prince even walked over and waved his magic sword, and the bitter wails of countless souls immediately echoed in Antonidas' ears!

"Ahh

It was the desperate howl of thousands of women on their deathbed.

"No—"

It was the heart-wrenching roar of a man who could not protect his wife and children before he died.

"Mommy-Mommy-"

It was the heart-rending cry of a child who had not yet grown up at his most terrifying.

Antonidas let out a whimper. He couldn't tell if he was scared or crying with regret. It's just that he knew very well that this short, hoarse whimper had nothing to do with anger, hatred, and justice.

Among the seven countries of the original alliance, Dalaran had the least concept of the so-called evil. For more than 2,000 years, countless mages have experimented with forbidden magic.

That's why there was the Council of Tiris, which regulated the scope of the use of magic by mages and prevented those who were sick from experimenting.

However, in the bottom of my heart, every mage does not have such a clear idea of what is called morality.

Antonidas's imprisoned soul of Tikdios confronts the Phantom of Frost's Sorrow. There was no room for him to resist, and the resistance he imagined simply did not exist.

The phantom of the rune sword pierced him.

It was cold, it was so cold, he still had the body of a living man, and a cold, piercing sword pierced into his old body, breaking through his thin chest.

"No—"