When you regain your free will, that's when you really need to make a choice."

As the last word blurted out, Zuo Si's eyes paused for a moment on the amulet that preserved the other half of the soul.

Sylvanas obviously noticed this, and subconsciously reached out and touched the pendant around her neck, with a thoughtful look on her face.

Of course she knew that the other side of her soul was hidden in the amulet, but she just didn't know how to use it yet.

In contrast, Darkan Drasil saw an opportunity and launched a sudden sneak attack.

As a powerful mage, his hands bloomed with dazzling arcane light almost instantly.

The next second...

A dazzling arcane impact went straight to Zuo Si's back.

Unfortunately, the latter has long been studying in Dalaran and communicating with many archmages, and is well aware of Azeroth's current arcane magic system.

Coupled with the physical strengthening brought by the blood of the Blood God Hakkar and the Dread Lord, you must at least reach the level of the Archmage if you want to pose a threat to him.

What's more, the biggest difference between Zuo Si and the mages in this world is that in Faerun, he developed the habit of blessing himself with a lot of protective spells anytime and anywhere to save his life.

Therefore, before the arcane impact could get close, it was blocked by an invisible layer of protection and formed ripples in the air like water ripples.

This scene undoubtedly made Darkan Drasil look shocked and disbelieving, and he subconsciously wanted to command the ghouls and other undead creatures to rush forward, or even give Sylvanas an attack order.

But before the sound came out of my throat, I immediately felt blurry in front of my eyes, and then my neck was strangled tightly by a hand. Let alone making a sound, I couldn't even cough violently, and my whole face was suddenly suffocated.

It will turn red and turn purple or black.

"You are really more courageous than I expected."

Zuo Si used the back of his hand to pull the elf mage's feet off the ground with a slight force, and a blood-red light flashed in his eyes.

Darkan Drasil felt that the blood all over his body immediately began to churn uncontrollably. A large amount of blood oozed from his nose, mouth, ears and eyes, and his heart was beating violently as if it might explode at any time.

.

Are you going to die now?

Fear suddenly dominated his brain, causing him to struggle to turn around and seek help from his master, Alsace.

After all, he abandoned his compatriots, abandoned his country, betrayed and used his friends, and finally got the Lich King's promise with great difficulty. How could he die at the last moment of victory?

Alsace, who was fighting Anasteria, seemed to sense something and immediately released a powerful howling wind blast.

Perhaps due to his advanced age, the King of Anasteria was unable to release the flames of Flamestrike this time to evaporate all of it. Instead, a broken ice edge pierced the gap in the shoulder armor.

Although the wound was not too big, it caused a significant decrease in the strength and reaction speed of one of the arms, and he could only retreat while sweating profusely.

The death knight who poured out his hand quickly turned his horse's head, locked the familiar figure not far away, and asked in great surprise: "Why did you appear in Silvermoon City? Is this also the so-called god behind you who is guiding you?"

"Long time no see, Your Highness."

Zuo Si caressed his chest with one hand and bowed slightly like he did when they got along before.

"You've really changed a lot since we said goodbye to Stratholme.

I really want to know what interesting things will happen if you meet the Crown Prince of Lordaeron in the past who was willing to sacrifice himself for the people.

do you know?

In fact, I never thought the decision you made in Stratholme was wrong.

Perhaps it was indeed very controversial on a moral level, but in terms of results, it delayed or even prevented the spread of the plague in the East Weald region, saving more civilians.

Even if it's just temporary.

And you should be prepared for criticism when you do this.

But why did he become like this so soon after arriving in Northrend to hunt down Mal'Ganis?

Is it because of the whispers from the Lich King behind Frostmourne?

Or do you have doubts in your heart about the choice you think is right?

Or is your will defeated by some of your deepest fears in your subconscious?"

These words seemed to bring back Alsace's dusty memory. He lowered his head and fell into a brief silence. Then he lightly brushed the blade of the rune sword with his fingers and responded in a tone without any emotion: "First of all, I thank you.

Your support and recognition of the Stratholme incident.

At least among all the people I know so far, you are the only one who holds such a view.

But you didn't follow me to Northrend, so you didn't see the horrific scenes on that frozen land, let alone the sacrifices I had to make for revenge.

I have also hesitated, been confused, and wandered alone in the wind and snow, looking for the so-called meaning of life.

Finally I realized it!

The reason why there is so much pain and sadness in this world is because mortal life is too fragile.

But if I could turn them all into undead, wouldn't it mean that I could stay away from birth, aging, sickness and death and achieve eternal life?

So I decided to kill the entire world with my own hands and establish an eternal kingdom.

Will you come and help me?"

At the end of the words, the death knight extended an invitation to this "friend" who supported him in the Stratholme massacre.

As a very "nostalgic" person, he obviously had the strong idea of ​​killing Zuo Siye and turning him into an undead.

In this way, the other party can always be by his side like Farric and Maven.

"I'm very sorry, Your Highness.

I'm not interested in an eternal kingdom of only the dead.

Compared with that cold and lifeless atmosphere, a living world is more fascinating.

Don't you think it's boring when everyone around you just obeys?

Just like this high elf mage who betrayed his race and country.

His despicability, selfishness and desire for arcane magical power are the most interesting parts of the real world."

With that said, Zuo Si let go of his hand and let Darkan Drasil, who was about to suffocate due to lack of oxygen, fall to the ground.

The latter coughed violently and vomited while breathing in fresh air.

After he calmed down a little, he didn't dare to stay for even a second, and immediately rolled and crawled back to his master, with a look of lingering fear on his face.

This guy was obviously frightened by the powerful magical protection surrounding Zuo Si's body. He couldn't believe that someone could maintain so many different types of protective spells at the same time.

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! Arthas ignored Darkan Drasil, a servant who had lost his use value, and sighed involuntarily: "Oh - that's really too much.

Sorry.

You know that I have always valued you.

I even hoped that you could take up the position of chancellor after I became king and turn the Kingdom of Lordaeron into a true heaven on earth.

But it doesn’t matter, as long as this sword pierces your chest, the result will be the same."

As he spoke, Alsace, who was riding a skeletal horse, began to lean forward slightly, obviously preparing to charge.

When the injured King of Anasteria saw this, he immediately threw the Flame Strike in his hand and shouted: "Catch it, young man. Be careful with this guy, there is something wrong with his rune sword."

"Please don't worry, no one in this world knows Frostmourne and the secrets hidden behind it better than me. As for you and the other high elf soldiers on the city wall, please retreat quickly. I am enough here."

Zuo Si caught the "Delight of Fire" and felt the magic power attached to the inside of the sword. Then with his strong control over energy and arcane magic skills that had never appeared in this world, he instantly used this artifact

The power is brought into full play.

Before anyone else could react to what was happening, a dazzling fire storm fell from the sky and hit the heads of thousands of undead army with a loud bang.

The soldiers at the forefront could even feel the heat wave coming towards their faces, and thought that their lives would be lost under the influence of this powerful magic.

But in the blink of an eye, they discovered that all the flames would shrink rapidly when approaching the elves, as if they encountered an invisible wall.

Such precise control is absolutely impossible for even Anasteria, the strongest elf mage, to achieve.

To be precise, the old king also showed the same horrified look as everyone else at this moment.

Especially the way he looked at Zuo Si, it was like looking at a monster that couldn't be described by common sense.

After all, whether it is Dalaran or Silvermoon City, the first lesson of all magic textbooks will clearly state that the more large-scale destructive magic is, the harder it is to control, so accidental damage to friendly forces is not a big deal.

The soldiers also understood this very well and never bothered the mage because of the casualties caused by their own large-scale destructive spells.

They understand that the enemy is the main target of harm.

Only with the support of these powerful magics can the casualties on our side be minimized.

But now, there is a human who looks like he is not yet fully grown up. He is actually able to perfectly control this artifact after getting the Flame Strike for the first time, and he uses it better than the King of Anasteria from the Sunstrider family.

Well, this is really unacceptable to the high elves who look down on other races.

Just one blow!

All the undead army that climbed up the city wall were burned to death, and even the area tens of meters below the city wall was cleared.

Such powerful magical power has obviously already surpassed that of the Grand Mage, who represents the highest achievement of magic in Silver Moon City.

But soon, the King of Anastria realized that this was an excellent opportunity to retreat, and hurriedly issued a retreat order to the guarding troops loudly. He continued to shout from a distance: "Young man, I will leave this place to you."
To be continued...