Chapter 501 Imprisonment Skill
Qin Mo heard that harsh, metallic voice again, but this time it was different from before.
When he, Heather, and Prometheus heard that voice on the ice plains of the White Sea, Arthas had just inherited Ner'zhul's power. He was still stuttering and his mind was muddled and lacking coherence.
Of course, it was also fortunate that he was a bit confused at the time, otherwise Qin Mo would not have been able to fool Arthas into covering his two "straightforward and loyal" companions' escape.
The sight of Arthas gripping Blackhand's neck and stabbing him repeatedly with a blue greatsword gave Qin Mo goosebumps.
So when Heather said she sensed Arthas, Qin Mo's first reaction was to avoid a direct confrontation if possible.
but………
"I never expected to run into the person I once loved so deeply here..." Arthas's first words made Qin Mo's face turn cold.
"Hatherine, are you... alright?"
"Holy...fuck...you...sister!" Arthas's second sentence made Qin Mo curse.
When Qin Mo first met Arthas, Heather was not yet his wife. Arthas had sincerely said that as long as Heather married him, the matter of turning her against him was not out of the question.
Then... Qin Mo dislocated one of the bastard's arms.
Later, Arthas sought help from the orcish high priest to restore his body, but was tricked into becoming a sacrifice. Qin Mo and the others overturned the altar, and Arthas ended up looking like the creature he is now.
All of this... what was the reason behind it all? Anyway, it's inextricably linked to Qin Mo and Heatherine.
"Watch the kids for me, I'll lend a hand later!"
Qin Mo shoved the little Harry in her hand into Wang Yushi's arms, pulled out her three-hundred-pound double-edged battle axe, and angrily swung it around with great force.
A slender, snow-white hand pressed down on Qin Mo's large axe, and a pair of deep eyes revealed a gentle smile to him, warming his heart... and warming it again and again.
"Hatherine, why aren't you saying anything? Hmm... Have you become a coward? Or... do you feel guilty towards me?"
Hearing Arthas's provocative shout, Qin Mo gripped his 300-pound axe even tighter.
"Don't argue with him. All he has left now are memories of the past!"
Heather took her son from Wang Yushi's arms and handed him to Qin Mo, as if to say, "You'd better stay home and take care of the child, and don't go out and mess around."
Heatherine walked out, and Allen followed. When he reached Qin Mo's side, he gave him a peculiar look, which Qin Mo found somewhat puzzling.
Qin Mo grabbed Allen's arm and said earnestly, "Allen! You have to help Heather! This child is waiting for her to come back and breastfeed! I really can't support him on my own!"
The great elf's handsome face twitched for a long time before he finally gave Qin Mo a definite answer: "I will protect her, as long as I am alive!"
"Allen, that's not what I meant. I meant if things look bad, you should take her and run! Did you hear me... Don't go!"
Qin Mo chased after Allen, calling out a couple of times, before watching the two of them disappear outside the tent one after the other.
Don't you think you look...ashamed?
Qin Mo turned sharply to look at Wang Yushi and said fiercely, "Losing face is nothing! On one side is your face, and on the other is the lives of your loved ones. Which do you choose?"
“…Of course I’ll choose my family!” Wang Yushi said firmly, though she was a little annoyed.
"That's settled then. If you were that kind of heartless person, I wouldn't have dared to follow you in the first place. You might have killed me one day just to save face!"
“…”
"I'll silence him? Why did he say I wanted to silence him? For the sake of the Empress's reputation?...Are you really willing to do that?"
Wang Yushi was so angry after Qin Mo's sharp retort that she couldn't speak, but she didn't retaliate. Instead, her mind started to wander.
A faint light hung in the sky, still visible but without any people in sight, but all the cultivators knew that there was a top-tier temple expert there.
A wisp of starlight swirled and danced beside the ball of light, and the great elf's tall figure flickered and became elusive under the starlight.
"Huh! Heatherine, you're... this strong? And... this is an elf? The Elven Court has sent people to the world again?" Arthas's voice was full of surprise.
"Hmm! Let me think... I seem to have a lot to do with the elves..."
A dark shadow floated into the air, and an aura of death, as black as ink, surrounded Arthas, who was wearing tattered armor, making him look incredibly eerie and evil.
"I remember now! That hateful Achilles ambushed me and made me sleep for six hundred years. Then another elven mongrel ambushed me and cut off my arm! Waaaaah!"
"Today, I will use your elven blood to wash away my injustice! As for Heatherine... my promise from back then... still stands! Hehehehehe."
Arthas's mind was clearly still somewhat confused; one moment he was recalling Ner'zhul's memories, and the next he was imagining himself as Arthas. His eerie laughter made him even more repulsive.
"What a coincidence! I also want to use your filthy body to pay tribute to those clansmen who died unjustly!"
The starlight on the great elf suddenly shone brightly, and several planets began to appear within the starlight, constantly revolving around him, each containing terrifying stellar power.
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