Seeing the undead barrier that had become solid, Angmar suddenly took a breath of cold air, feeling like he had miscalculated.

At this moment, an old and hollow voice suddenly came from behind, revealing the essence of Angmar's time spell.

"Blood Elf, was that quicksand just some kind of application of the rules of time? How many secrets are hidden in your body?"

Ner'zhul?

As soon as he heard this voice, Angmar was shocked. Without saying a word, he jumped up and started "Operation Breaking the Wall". He used flaming strikes to chisel and blasted with spells. It only took a few seconds for him to die.

A hole the size of a head was opened in the barrier composed of spiritual energy.

Alsace, who was dozens of meters behind him, had completely turned his angry face into a calm one, as if he had become a different person.

Alsace gently stroked the neck of "Invincible", and a ball of necromantic energy emerged from his palm, instantly restoring Invincible's severed cervical vertebrae to its original shape.

As he raised his head and cast his indifferent eyes on Angmar, the temperature inside the barrier suddenly dropped, and the surface of the withered plants was soon covered with a layer of frost.

Seeing that Angmar was about to escape successfully, "Alsace" was still half-kneeling beside his mount, watching him work for a long time without any worry. After a while, he stood up unhurriedly, raised Frostmourne, and pointed at it.

Angmar...

Strong necromantic energy emerged along the cursed sword edge and flew through the air quickly, but the target was not Angmar, but the necromantic barrier in front of him.

The big hole that was blasted started to slowly squirm, and it only took a few breaths for it to return to its original state.

"Any effort is in vain. You can't escape from my hands. Just accept your fate, blood elf."

"Alsace" said calmly, as if stating an obvious fact.

Looking at the undead barrier that had once again become impenetrable, Angmar struggled internally for a moment. After summoning the power of time to no avail, he reluctantly put down the Flame Strike and turned to look at Arthas.

As soon as he met the other person's eyes, Angmar felt a chill running from his tailbone to the top of his head, and he couldn't help but shudder.

There was a bone-chilling coldness in those blue eyes, as if all life in the world were just meaningless numbers to him.

In a trance, it seemed that the person standing in front of Angmar was not the fallen prince in black clothes and armor, but a rickety old orc with a wrinkled face painted with terrifying white paint and a sarcastic smile on his lips.

…

Lich King, Ner'zhul.

"You are unique, in fact, too unique. Why don't you surrender to me? I will give you everything you want, just as you desire, power, knowledge... To this man who will surely ascend to the dead

In terms of the world of the kingdom, what could be more meaningful than these?”

"Alsace" slowly walked forward and said in a very seductive tone.

"Lich King, if you can control me immediately, why are you wasting your words? You should understand that Alsace's power is not enough to stop me before I destroy myself to pieces.

stop."

Angmar imitated the other party's tone, and as he spoke, the Sunwell Essence in his body was running at full speed. The strong light even penetrated the skin, illuminating the area as if it were daytime. The magic power throughout his body became extremely unstable, and he was obviously at the critical point of imbalance.

If there is any movement, it will explode with a "boom", leaving not even a bit of flesh left behind.

"Don't test my determination. I would rather die than become a walking corpse. All the secrets you try to gain will disappear."

"Alsace" looked cold and stopped there. Senhan's eyes were fixed on Angmar for a moment, as if he wanted to determine whether he dared to take action.

"If my true form were to come here, it would be easy to control you, but... you are right. The power of this body is indeed not enough to stop your crazy behavior."

"Alsace"'s eyes flashed with a faint blue color, and he praised:

"I can see that your determination does not come from your strong mind, but from your understanding of me. You seem to know many secrets that ordinary people don't know. Since the last time we met, I have searched for all the secrets that I

They control the memories of the high elves, but in their limited knowledge of you, you seem to be just a little-known young mage who got a job as a 'consultant' by luck. I'm very curious about such an ordinary growth experience.

, how could it have made you what you are today? There must be another unknown side to you, and I have to say that I am becoming more and more interested in you, Angmar Morningstar."

As Ner'zhul, who controlled Arthas, spoke these words, Angmar only felt that his heart became heavier and heavier. He felt that under the gaze of those indifferent eyes, he felt as if his clothes had been stripped away, and all the secrets were hidden.

The feeling of form.

Such a terrifying existence with extremely powerful mental power, an incredibly fast thinking speed, the ability to see things that ordinary people cannot, and the ability to observe the memories of countless victims in the mental network, as well as a "database", is really terrifying.

.

For this world, time travelers with a God's perspective are unique.

Their vision is so wide that it encompasses the boundlessness of the universe, and they are familiar with the dividing line between justice and evil. More importantly, they understand what is too dangerous to touch in this world and who can be touched.

The traveler's macroscopic understanding of Azeroth spans ancient and modern times, and is unmatched by any native Azeroth who is a player in the game.

The Lich King realized that Angmar benefited from the special perspective of the traveler.

"Although I don't understand your motivations, judging from your tireless dedication to the world, I think you also have your own 'lofty ideals'. I really don't want much, as long as you can satisfy my curiosity,

I will give you generous rewards, allowing you to become the master of death, the king of the dead, with the power to fight against demons and even change the destiny of the tribe... Blood Elf, I have never been so sincere to others. Our trade meeting

It's limited to friendly exchanges. You don't have to surrender to me, and I won't try to control you. How about it? Come on, no one else in this world can give you the power and knowledge you desire except me.

…”

The Lich King retreated to the next best thing, and like a devil, he continued to seduce with an irresistible tone.

He does have the ability to fulfill his promise.

Kil'jaeden built Ner'zhul into a ruthless war machine. This move can be said to be a failure, but it can also be said to be an unprecedented success.

The failure was that Kil'jaeden did not expect that Ner'zhul not only had free will, but was also so ambitious, and even harbored the idea of ​​betraying the Burning Legion and establishing his own sect. But this is not important, they did not think that Ner'zhul could

After causing some waves, Archimonde failed in Mount Hyjal and was completely destroyed along with the demon army.

The success lies in the fact that in order for the Lich King Ner'zhul to weaken Azeroth and pave the way for the Burning Legion, Kil'jaeden gave him the terrifying spiritual power to command an army of millions of the dead.

, and also gave it a huge amount of necromancy knowledge that is difficult for ordinary people to digest, but is easy for its mental power.

All this knowledge comes from the endless years of the Nathrezim (Dread Lords) clan who are the most knowledgeable about this in the Endless Realm.

I dare not say it is endless, but at least in Azeroth, when it comes to mastering and understanding the knowledge of the undead, no one can surpass the Lich King Ner'zhul.

But Angmar remained unmoved.

The Lich King's words are indeed very tempting, but Angmar's secrets must not be known to another person. Especially since this person is full of malice towards Azeroth.

"Ah...how stubborn, okay then."

Ner'zhul sighed with regret, took out a thick roll of parchment from his arms and said: "Let's go back to the original deal. This is the agreement between all high-ranking commanders in the invasion of the Burning Legion.

Detailed information.”

Angmar couldn't help but frown slightly.

"Alsace's" actions were in line with the original speculation, and he was indeed here to deliver information. However, unlike the official history, this information was far more disturbing than a single "Tichondrius Corrupting the Forest with the Skull of Gul'dan"

People are moved.

The original encounter between Arthas and Illidan became an encounter between Angmar and him.
Chapter completed!