What the king came over with a wave of his hand, the magic sword, and antonidas’s ear immediately echoed with a painful cry of his soul!
"Ahhh! Ahhh!"
It was the desperate howl of thousands of women in Qian Qian before they died.
"no"
That’s the law. A man who protects his wife and children growls before he dies.
"mom, mom"
That’s the cry of children who are not yet grown up when they are most afraid.
Antonidas let out a whimper. He couldn’t tell whether he was afraid or regretted crying, but he knew very well that this short hoarse whimper had nothing to do with anger, hatred and justice.
At the beginning, Dalaran had the least idea of the so-called evil among the seven countries in the alliance. In the history of more than 2,000 years, several wizards tried taboo magic experiments.
Only then did the Reichstag Council regulate the wizards to make the magic range stop those funeral experiments.
However, from the bottom of my heart, every mage does not have such a clear concept of so-called morality.
Antonidas, the soul imprisoned by Cordios, is facing the virtual shadow of the blade [Frostmourne]. He has no room for resistance. He can’t resist the root in his imagination
The shadow of the rune sword pierced him.
Cold, it was so cold as if he still had the body of a living person, and a cold and biting sword pierced his old body and broke his thin chest.
"No" to be continued
Chapter 763 The Lich antonidas
Antonidas’s soul stuck in the shadow of Frostmourne is like a barbecue pierced by a barbecue fork. When Arthas took back the sword light, the soul of the old mage followed.
The old mage was about to scream with fear when he suddenly wondered if he was hallucinating, because Arthas’ still handsome face seemed to have a little regret besides venting his anger.
Arthas pulled back his sword, throwing the soul of the old mage who wore it out like throwing away the blood of the sword.
The soul of the old mage can’t go anywhere. He curled up on the floor like a living thing and came from the depths of his soul. The cold feeling made every part of his soul tremble.
The unspeakable pain seemed to tear his soul to pieces. He consciously stretched out his soul-like arm to cover his chest wound in vain, as if blood was coming out of his chest, as if his palm could warm his heart.
"Destroy me!" Antonidas almost begged Bibi to say weakly, "I pray for … a happy destruction."
安东尼达斯感官钝化连他音也变得虚缥缈起来
阿尔萨斯音蓦地来“按你所所我不是不可给你一个安息……”
这……给了安东尼达斯一个希望
一秒阿尔萨斯亲手掐灭了这个希望
“可惜要怪就怪先有一个杜克*马库斯破坏了我和巫妖王陛计划然后再来一个乌瑟尔拒绝黑暗拥抱我再也法忍受第三次失败……”
恐惧化数根锋利长钉进了他灵魂但这感觉是一瞬很快便随着周围一切变得模煳而随消散而去
阿尔萨斯会复活我么？把我也变成蹒跚而低劣丧尸？
“不”他喃喃地说充满抱怨不甘音仿佛来自遥远山“我是安东尼达斯可成这世界最伟大法师你怎么……可……把我……”
没说完安东尼达斯便失去了一切感知
他这会是永恒沉睡所有痛楚会消失剩温软黑暗还有休止舒适安宁
他不再有议会和联盟里或或暗争斗终于可放身达拉然首脑重担永远地休息
很遗憾……
突然而剧痛击穿了他灵魂
这不是来自五官六感痛苦而是一种他从未体验过剧痛
曾经试验失败烧过自己半个身
曾经冒险中被食人魔打碎过手臂
可前他所经过肉体痛都比不这种折磨
安东尼达斯突然意识到这是灵魂折磨
被符文魔剑【霜哀伤】俘获他根不可能拥有一个温暖宁静死亡乡
The power of the magic sword is so rough that one breath is a hundred people’s soul torture. Enduring the pain makes his soul surge in the deepest place. This impulse runs straight through the depths of his soul and collapses like a painful method. He can vent his fierce pain and can’t find a way to escape.
This high-intensity torture easily penetrated his will.
Almost at the same time, there is a magic sound full of temptation in the shallow layer of antonidas’s soul, which is inducing him.
"Do you … long for immortality?"
"Are you not as energetic as before?"
"Do you hate aging bodies?"
"Do you think the law is effective?"
"Do you think that human life is not enough to explore the mysteries of magic?"
Five questions are played in a loop.
Antonidas wanted to resist, but he couldn’t help sinking.
He wanted to say no.
But every time he is about to say it, his heart will tell him that you are lying!
He refused a thousand times, but the magic voice asked him ten thousand times.
The more he resists answering, the more mournful his heart is, which not only adds to his pain, but also makes the sound more painful.
I don’t know how many times I repeated it, and finally …
"yes! I am a coward! I hate being weak! All right! You win and I surrender. "
With that humiliating declaration, his inner defense line seemed to collapse after all, and the dark and cold tide flooded his heart and rapidly transformed his soul.
I don’t know how long it took for the darkness to dissipate from my senses, but everything in front of me didn’t return to color.
Antonidas doesn’t need the seven colors of red, yellow and blue to identify the guy who tortured him, because even in the colorful world, he is made of black, white and gray.
The rune magic sword that devoured her soul [Frostmourne] still shines brightly. Arthas raised his other hand and made a summoning gesture. This is how he forced him out of the horrible world closed by the magic sword.
"Demon spirit, you will always do this before you return to your bones. When you return to your body, you will become a powerful lich," Arthas told antonidas in a sentencing tone.
Lich! ?
I became a lich?
Antonidas felt a sense of humiliation and seemed to have a sense of depravity.
Arthas went on to say, "Although I hate to admit it, I found that I really need a few loyal commanders to control the growing scourge for me. Now you have been admired, wizard, and you will serve me."
Antonidas has a way of saying fear.
"No, I refuse that my magic will not pour on every mysterious person who yearns for the mystery of magic!" Although his voice became grotesque, antonidas tried to make his voice dignified.
"Really?" The evil king gestured to move his finger, but this tiny movement made him shrink his whole soul into a ball because of the pain.
With unbearable fierce pain, the old mage finally realized that he was so strong in front of the strongest death knight. He finally realized that he had become his tool, only a little higher than those rotting corpses and stinking ghouls
A few days later, he followed Arthas back to Dalaran, a place he was more familiar with.
Then he felt his body.
Once, Wang’s pale lips twitched, and then the king showed a ferocious and twisted expression that didn’t match his handsome face. "As you wish, you call yourself a righteous mage … I don’t know if your soul is as holy as my teacher, and whether your will is as tough as his?"
