Chapter 1068 And You, Will Be Crowned King

Four years on Azeroth have passed.

Seven years in the real world have passed.

In the past four years, the world of Azeroth has experienced many changes, how many wind and rain, three years seems to be just a blink of an eye, but it seems like countless years.

Four years without moving.

Here, Arthas said goodbye to his past, to Ner'zhul who had been trying to control him, and to his past humanity.

From this moment on, he only represents his own will.

He won.

But at this moment, a voice sounded in his ear.

"child."

"When you were born, the forests of Lordaeron whispered your name."

"Alsace."

When the magnificent background music sounded, and when the familiar figure on the Ice Throne reappeared, everyone felt tears in their eyes.

If the audience is more careful, they will find that the last scene of the two CGs can be almost seamlessly connected, whether it is the scenery of the Ice Throne or the pose of Alsace, they are exactly the same.

At the beginning of the new trailer, the camera gradually zooms in, just like the last scene of the CG at the end of "Warcraft: The Frozen Throne" gradually zooms out.

But for the players, after seven years of waiting, this scene seems so far away.

Familiar yet unfamiliar feeling.

Although Leiting Interactive Entertainment won the honor of "Thunder Film Studio" for the super high-quality CG of "Warcraft" seven years ago, but careful observation will find that the CG quality this time seems to be better than any previous time. better.

The mighty Lich King Arthas sat on the Ice Throne, as if he was in front of him, and every texture and detail on his armor was clearly visible.

What is surprising is that as the camera progresses, the voice of the narrator continues to tell.

This voice is full of justice and glory. As an elder, he is teaching the former Alsace earnestly.

And this, and the Lich King Arthas, who had already sat on the Ice Throne and completely wiped out his humanity, formed the strongest contrast.

It was the voice of the old king who died under the sword of Frostmourne, the father of Arthas, King Menethil.

Arthas' entire body armor was covered with solid ice. At this time, he seemed to be embedded in the Ice Throne. If an ordinary person who did not know the truth passed by, he might even be regarded as a sculpture.

However, after the words "Alsace" ended, the melody of the entire CG suddenly became tense.

Under the helmet covered by a thick layer of ice, two faint blues appeared.

Arthas heard his father's voice, perhaps the old king was whispering to him in Frostmourne, or perhaps Arthas remembered what the old king had taught him when he was a child.

At this time, the hard layer of ice accumulated on Arthas' body cracked quickly.

"Alsace."

With this call, Lordaeron, the Eastern Kingdoms, and even the nightmare of Azeroth opened their eyes.

The camera turned and came to the vast snowfields of Northrend.

As far as the eye can see, everywhere is white, the sky in the distance is blue-gray, and the sharp and sharp snow peaks point to the sky like a sword. In the snow-capped canyon, there is no trace of life.

Alsace's boots stepped on the deep snow, and he walked alone in this icy world, only the snowflakes in the air and the whistling wind accompanied him.

Suddenly, as if he felt something, he leaned down and wiped away the snow with his right hand, revealing the ice layer under the snow.

Beneath the dark blue ice layer, there seems to be some powerful creation hidden.

The eyes under the helmet of Arthas flashed blue light. He stood up and lifted the cloak with his left hand, revealing the famous sword of death.

Frostmourne.

"child."

"I am proud to watch you grow up and become the embodiment of justice."

Arthas drew Frostmourne from his waist,

The right hand is raised, staring at the sword edge.

"You have to remember."

"We have always ruled this country with wisdom and strength."

In the fluttering snowflakes, light blue dots of light fell on Frostmourne's blade, like flames falling into boiling oil.

On the blade of Frostmourne, a faint blue light spread over the blade like a flame, and slowly ignited the powerful inscription on the blade.

Terrible forces converged, and under the impetus of Frostmourne, they coalesced into one.

"I also believe that you will use your great power carefully."

Arthas clenched Frostmourne's hilt in both hands and slammed it into the deep ice!

The ice-blue runes on the blade all lit up, and the powerful force was continuously introduced into the ice layer through Frostmourne.

This powerful force swept away in all directions with Frostmourne as the center, and the thick snow on the ice was swept away in an instant!

A small snowstorm even formed on the vast snow field. The ice layer under the snow cracked instantly, and the spider web-like cracks quickly spread around!

Arthas stood up and looked straight into the distance. Behind him, a terrifying monster was breaking out of the ice.

Under the shattered wreckage, blue evil energy connected the keel together. It was a powerful frost dragon, stronger than all of its kind before.

Sindragosa, who had only a hideous skeleton, stretched out her claws from beneath the thick layer of ice, her eyes glowing with blue light, and this light quickly spread throughout her body.

Long, long ago, this mighty blue dragon was seriously injured and fell on the frozen ground of the Frozen Crown. She was blind and on the verge of death. She called to Malygos to return to the Dragonblight She slept peacefully, but the only thing that answered her was the whistling of the icy cold wind.

In the madness before her death, only hatred remained in her heart. At the moment of her death, she vowed to take revenge on the whole world...

The Lich King felt the hatred she buried beneath the thick ice, resurrected her, and gave her a chance for revenge.

Sindragosa climbed the towering snow-capped peaks, flapped his skeletonized wings, and swooped down toward the undead army in the valley.

"The real victory is to inspire the fighting spirit in the hearts of your people."

Sindragosa soared high in the sky, his hoarse roar resounding through the sky.

And the natural disaster soldiers on the ground are also screaming in the sky!

They have only left the skeleton body exuding blue light, and this little blue light will soon gather together, and then continue to spread, towards the distance, towards the Icecrown Citadel, towards the Icecrown, towards the whole of Northrend, Spread away!

The undead army at the foot of the mountain, many have followed the prince from birth to death since the time of human beings. Although the prince betrayed them and turned them into undead, their loyalty was not shaken in the slightest.

But, is this what King Menethil calls "inspirational fighting spirit"?

Alsace stood high on the glacier, overlooking his people.

"One day, my life will come to an end."

"And you, will be crowned king!"

The camera finally freezes on Arthas' face, with blue eyes, fluttering white hair, and no expression under the frozen helmet.

By this time, he had already been crowned king.

A king who is diametrically opposed to his father's expectations.

And the awakened Lich King is about to conquer a wider territory.

At the end of the video, the game logo appears in the center of the screen.

"World of Warcraft" (orldofarcraft)!

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