The soul of Antonidas, who was pierced by the shadow of the [Frost Sorrow], was like a piece of roast meat pierced by a barbecue fork, and when Arthas withdrew the sword light, the old mage's soul followed suit. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

The old mage was about to let out a scream of fear, when he suddenly wondered if it was his own hallucination, for on Arthas's still handsome face, the old mage seemed to have a trace of remorse in addition to endless anger.

Arthas drew his sword back, as if he had shaken off the blood stains on his sword, and threw out the soul of the old mage who had been wearing it.

The old mage's soul could not go anywhere, and he curled up on the floor like a living thing. The cold feeling that came from the depths of his soul made every one of his soul members tremble.

The indescribable pain seemed to tear his soul apart. He subconsciously stretched out his soul-like arm to cover the wound on his chest in vain, as if blood was coming out of his chest, as if his palm could give him heart warmth.

"Destroy me!" said Antonidas, almost pleading, and with great weakness, "I pray...... A bitter destruction. ”

Antonidas's senses began to dull, and even his voice became ethereal.

Arthas's voice came suddenly: "According to what you have done, I am not unable to give you a rest......

This...... Gave Antonidas a hope.

In the next second, Arthas extinguished this hope with his own hands.

"It's a pity, it's a pity that first Duke Marcus ruined my plans with His Majesty the Lich King, and then another Uther refused to embrace the darkness, and I couldn't bear to lose for the third time......"

Fear turned into countless sharp spikes into his soul, but the sensation was only for a moment, and soon dissipated as everything around him became a blur.

Will Arthas resurrect me, turn me into a staggering and inferior zombie?

"No—" he murmured, his voice full of grumbling and reluctance as if coming from the distant mountains, "I am Antonidas—the being who could have been the greatest mage in the world—what do you ...... OK...... ...... me."

Before he could finish speaking, Antonidas lost all perception.

He thought that it would be an eternal slumber, that all pain would disappear, and that only soft darkness and endless comfort would remain.

He thought that there would be no more overt and covert battles in the council and the alliance, and that he could finally lay down the burden of being the head of Dalaran and rest forever.

It's a pity......

The sudden, sharp pain pierced his soul.

It was not a pain from his five senses, but a sharp pain that he had never experienced before.

Once the test failed, burning half of his body.

Once in an adventure, he was broken by an ogre.

Nothing he had ever experienced before could be compared to this kind of torment.

Antonidas suddenly realized that this was the torture of the soul.

Captured by the Rune Demon Sword [Frost Sorrow], it is impossible for him to have a warm and peaceful land of death.

The power of the magic sword was so rough that one breath was the soul torture of a hundred people, and the unbearable pain made him feel an urge to shout in the deepest part of his soul, and this impulse went straight through his entire soul. The pain in my heart that collapsed could not be vented, and the violent pain could not find any way to escape.

This high-intensity torture easily pierced his will.

Almost at the same time, in the shallow depths of Antonidas's soul, a seductive voice was luring him.

"You...... Do you want to live forever?"

"Are you not as energetic as you used to be?"

"Do you hate aging bodies?"

"Do you feel like you can't let go of power?"

"Do you think that human life is not enough to explore the mysteries of magic?"

Five questions, played on a loop.

Antonidas wanted to resist, but he couldn't help but sink.

He was tempted to say no.

But every time he was about to say it, he would tell him in his heart - you were lying!

He refused a thousand times, but the magical voice asked ten thousand times.

The more he resisted answering, the more a bone-wrenching cry of grief felt in his heart, which not only added to his pain, but also made the voice sound more blood-condensed.

I don't know how many times I repeated it, but I finally ......

"Yes! I'm a coward! I hate myself for being weak! Okay! You win, I surrender—"

With that humiliating declaration, the defense line in his heart was like a dam that finally collapsed, and the dark and cold tide flooded his soul and rapidly transformed his soul.

I don't know how long it took for the darkness to dissipate from my senses, but nothing in front of me returned to color.

Antonidas didn't need to rely on the seven-colored world of red, yellow, and blue to identify the guy who tortured him, because even in the colorful world, he was only made of black, white, and gray.

The rune sword [Frost Sorrow] that had devoured her soul was still shining brightly, and Arthas raised his other hand in a summoning pose, and this was how he forcibly pulled him out of the terrifying world closed by the magic sword.

"Wives—you'll be like that until you return to your bones. When you return to your body, when will you become a powerful lich. Arthas told Antonidas in a pronounced tone.

Lich!?

I became a lich?

Antonidas felt a pang of humiliation, and seemed to have a sense of depravity.

Arthas continued, "I hate to admit it, but I find that I do need a few loyal Commanders to lead the growing Scourge on my behalf. Now, you, the once admired Great Magician, will serve me. ”

Antonidas had an indescribable fear.

"No, I refuse - my magic will not be poured out on my people, and on every mystic who yearns for the mysteries of magic!" Antonidas struggled to make his voice majestic, though his voice had become hollow and grotesque.

"Really?" the wicked prince gestured, but only moved his fingers, and the slightest movement caused him to shrink his soul into a ball with excruciating pain.

With unbearable agony, the old mage finally realized how powerless he was in front of the strongest Death Knight. He finally realized that he had become his tool, only slightly more advanced than the rotting corpses and foul-smelling ghouls.

A few days later, he followed Arthas back to Dalaran, a place he knew all too well.

Then, he sensed his body.

"Go, let your mages work for me!" said the Fallen Prince haughtily.

Antonidas let out a terrible scream, then rushed towards his body.

On this day, an incomparably powerful lich was born.