MTL - Ranger King of Azeroth-Chapter 717 Helm of Domination? Why am I hacking this thing?

  Chapter 717 Helmet of Domination? Why am I hacking this thing?

   With Lorna's tearful last shot, the reign of the Lich King Arthas came to an end.

   Several high-ranking Scourge generals, including Farric, who were launching a final onslaught against the powerless tribe in the upper area of ​​Icecrown Citadel, suddenly froze at the same time. At the same time, all the undead under their command stopped their movements.

Garrosh, who was covered in scars all over his body, felt the threat of death for the first time. Taking advantage of the undead's unresponsiveness, he hastily dragged his exhausted body back a big step, with blood roaring across his chest, panting heavily and vigilantly. Look at these undead of natural disasters who behave strangely.

   "What's going on? Why did they stop all of a sudden?"

  The tribal chiefs Gouel and Wojin and other leaders also stood ready to face these undead who had stopped for a while. Under the command of the great chief, all the tribal fighters on the front line retreated more than ten meters, keeping vigilance and taking this opportunity to take a breather.

   Soul fire flashed in Solas' eyes, and he raised his head in disbelief towards the direction of the Frozen Throne above his head, "Could it be..."

  Guyle cooperated with Wojin to treat the injured tribal soldiers, and turned his head to Solas solemnly and asked, "What's the matter? Did you find anything?"

   "Hmm... I have a guess, but I'm not sure yet, it's too unbelievable after all."

  Solas hesitated and said, "These low-intelligence undead from natural disasters seem to have lost their command tower suddenly, but the senior generals of natural disasters in front of them are obviously still alive, that is to say..."

  After understanding what Solas meant, Goel said in disbelief, "You mean...the Lich King is dead?"

   "This is the only possibility, although I don't understand who and how did it."

A gleam flashed in Vol'jin's eyes. The wise troll leader continued to provide treatment for the soldiers, and said with some uncertainty on his mouth, "Do you think it was the work of the regent of Quel'Thalas?" ?”

There is no definite answer to this question for the time being. At this time, senior generals such as Marwyn and Bronham finally recovered from the shock of losing the Lich King. At the same time...they regained their lost free will .

"Ding!"

  The weapon in Marwyn's hand hung down and hit the ground immediately. He recalled the killings he had caused by following the fallen prince all these years.

  Marwyn and Farric are the guard leaders who grew up with Alsace since he was a teenager, but this does not mean that they will agree with Alsace's dark and inhuman cruel behavior from the bottom of their hearts.

  These two captains of the guards had been given maximum soul restraint by Alsace using the Helm of Domination before, and their self-will was even inferior to some lower-level undead. Now after they broke free, they seemed a little at a loss for a while.

   But Bronyamu and Tyrannus appeared to be more calm. Both of them were evil people who joined the Cult of the Cursed God voluntarily in the early days in search of powerful power and eternal life.

  They quickly came to their senses and allowed the uncontrolled undead to continue to attack the tribe, but secretly they retreated quietly, planning to take the opportunity to slip away.

  For these two unscrupulous guys, the death of the Lich King is nothing more than changing their masters. The Old God who tempted them before is good, and maybe the next step is to become a member of the Twilight's Hammer.

   Yet…they had no chance of escape.

   "Crack!"

Falrick and Marvin took advantage of their eyeballs to turn around and didn't pay enough attention to their side. One left and one right raised their swords and chopped off their heads. When the two big heads fell to the ground, they still maintained a state of astonishment. expression.

"Why…"

   After killing two ex-colleagues who were about to run away, Marvin and Farric didn't look happy at all.

  Falric smiled wryly and said to Marvin, "What are your plans next? Do you plan to stay in the Scourge?"

  Marvin shook his head resolutely, "Don't be kidding, now that our will has been released, you should also know how many wrong things we have done before, and I will never help the evildoers again!"

   "But have you ever thought about it? Where should we sinners with the blood of innocent people go, even if we want to atone for our sins... who would accept us?"

  Fariq's words made Marvin's eyes a little dazed, "I don't know, anyway... just take one step at a time."

He turned his head and looked at the undead beside him who had lost control and started to attack indiscriminately, "Let's leave here first, without the restraint of the Lich King, these undead can no longer be controlled, they will only attack all the people around them irrationally moving objects."

  As Fariq and Marwyn, who retreated quietly, said, at this time Goel and other leaders also looked at the undead of natural disasters who started to kill each other with inexplicable faces.

Vol'jin was the first to come back to his senses, he looked up and said, "It seems that Solas's guess is correct, there must be something wrong with the Lich King, now these undead have completely lost control, let's take the opportunity to get out first Bar."

  According to Vol'jin's suggestion, the leaders such as Goyle and Solas hastily gathered their troops, and left the chaotic battlefield with vigilance.

   At the same time, the alliance who had been staying in the lower level of Icecrown Fortress also felt something strange. Following the strong vibration from the entire fortress just now, the upper level of the fortress, which could still hear the shouts of killing, seemed to suddenly quiet down.

  Varian asked Calia beside him in surprise, "What's going on? Are those tribes wiped out by natural disasters?"

Dai Lin snorted softly and said, "Although I also hope that this happens, but... those wild beasts may not be wiped out so easily. I'm afraid there is something wrong with the upper floors. Didn't Miss Crowley be picked up suddenly by a portal just now?" ?"

  Darius looked worried, 'Lorna... don't let anything happen to you. '

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  Throne platform, amidst the wind and snow, Uther was the first to wave goodbye to Charlemagne with a relieved smile, and then he turned into a burst of golden light and dissipated between heaven and earth.

And Terenas walked slowly past Rona, who was holding Alsace and sitting on the ground in a daze, and came to Charlemagne and said, "Regent, what are you going to do next? Natural disasters that are out of the master's control will be extremely violent. There has to be a way to solve their problems.”

  Under the gaze of a large number of dragons that had turned back into human form on the edge of the platform, Charlemagne bent down and picked up the Helm of Domination that Alsace had just discarded from the ground.

   After pondering for a moment, Charlemagne threw this artifact capable of controlling all undead high into the sky, and the joy of fire in his hand suddenly gushed out extremely high heat.

"Ding!"

  With a crisp sound, the Helmet of Domination was split in half by Charlemagne's divine weapon, and then he continued to swing the divine sword in his hand until it was chopped into pieces that could not be glued together.

   "Hoo..."

Heaving a sigh of relief, Charlemagne carried the joy of fire dissipated by the flames on his shoulders and said to Terenas with ease, "It goes without saying, of course they are all buried in this gloomy fortress. "

   Thank you book friend "Original Power" for your support.

  (end of this chapter)