Almighty Game Designer (Almighty Video Game Designer) - Chapter 1068

Four years of Azeroth have passed.

Seven years of the real world have passed.

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

For four years, I didn’t move.

Here, Arthas bid farewell to the past, bid farewell to Ner’zhul, who has been trying to control him, and bid farewell to his past humanity.

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

He won.

But at this moment, a sound was heard in his ear.

“child.”

“When you were born, the forest of Lordaeron whispered your name.”

“Alsace.”

When the magnificent background music sounded, when the familiar figure on the ice throne reappeared, everyone felt tears in their eyes.

If the audience is careful, they will find that the last scene of the two cg can be seamlessly connected, whether it is the scenery of the Ice Throne or the posture of Arthas.

At the beginning of the new trailer, the lens is getting closer, just like the last scene of the “Warcraft: The Frozen Throne” cg is getting farther away.

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

Familiar and strange feeling.

Although seven years ago, the Thunder entertainment was awarded the “Thunder Film Studio” for the super high quality cg of “Warcraft”, but a closer look reveals that this cg quality seems to be more than ever. It must be better.

The mighty Lich King Alsace sits on the throne of the Ice, as if he is close at hand, every texture and detail on the armor is clearly visible.

What is surprising is that as the lens advances, the voice of the narration continues to be told.

This voice is full of justice and glory. He is an elder, as he has taught the former Arthas.

And this, with the Lich King Alsace, who has sat on the throne of the ice and completely annihilated his humanity, formed the strongest contrast.

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

Alsace’s armor has been covered with ice. At this time, he seems to have been embedded in the Ice Throne. If an ordinary person who does not know the truth passes through it, he may even think of him as a sculpture.

However, after the end of the word “Alsace”, the melody of the whole cg suddenly became tense.

Under the helmet covered by thick ice, two blues emerged.

Arthas heard the voice of his father. Perhaps the old king was whispering to him in Frostmourne. Maybe Arthas remembered that he was a child, and the old king told him.

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

“Alsace.”

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

The lens turned to the Snowfield in Northrend.

At a glance, there is a snow everywhere, the sky in the distance is blue-gray, and the sharp snow peaks point to the sky like a sword. In the snowy canyon, you can’t see any trace of life.

Alsace’s boots stepped on the deep snow, and walked alone in this snow and ice, only the snow and the whistling wind floating in the air accompanied him.

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

Under the blue ice, it seems to hide something powerful.

The eyes under the helmet of Arthas flashed blue light. He stood up and opened his left hand to reveal the famous sword of death.

Frostmourne.

“child.”

“I am proud to see you grow up day by day and become the embodiment of justice.”

Arthas pulled Frostmourne from the waist and squinted at the sword with his right hand.

“You have to remember.”

“We have always ruled this country with wisdom and power.”

In the fluttering snow, a light blue light falls on the blade of Frostmourne, like a fire falling into the boiling oil.

On the blade of Frostmourne, the blue light spreads like a flame, and slowly ignites the powerful inscription on the sword.

The terrible powers converge, and they are condensed by Frostmourne.

“I also believe that you will use your power with caution.”

Arthas clasped the handle of Frostmourne with both hands and slammed it into deep ice!

The ice blue runes of the blade are all lit up, and the powerful force is constantly flowing into the ice through Frostmourne.

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

On the snowfield, even a small snowstorm formed, the ice under the snow cracked instantly, and the cobweb-like cracks spread rapidly around!

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

Under the wreckage of the wreckage, the blue evil energy connects the keel into one. It is a powerful frost dragon, stronger than all the previous ones.

Only the skeleton of Xinda Caesar stretched out her claws from under the thick ice. Her eyes were glowing with blue light, and this light quickly spread throughout the body.

A long time ago, this powerful blue dragon fell on the frozen soil of the ice crown because of serious injuries. Her eyes were already dying, and she was dying. She called Marius and wanted to return to the keel wilderness. Sleep well, but the only one who answered her was the whistling sound of the cold wind.

In the madness before death, there was only hatred in her heart. At the moment of her death, she vowed to avenge the whole world…

The Lich King felt her hatred buried under the thick ice, resurrected her, and gave her a chance to revenge.

Xinda Lisa climbed the towering snow peaks, flapping the wings that had only the bones left, and swooping down toward the undead army in the valley.

“The real victory is to inspire your people’s fighting spirit.”

Xinda Lisa fluttered in the sky, and the hoarse dragons rang through the clouds.

The natural disaster soldiers on the ground are the same as the sky!

They have only blue light in their bodies, and the little blue light will soon gather together, and then spread continuously, toward the distance, toward the icecrown fortress, toward the ice crown, toward the entire Northrend. Spread away!

The undead army under the mountain, many from the human period, followed the birth of the prince. Although the prince betrayed them and turned them into undead, their loyalty was not shaken.

But is this the “inspired fighting spirit” in the mouth of King Menethil?

Arthas stood on a high glacier overlooking his people.

“One day, my life will reach the end.”

“And you will be crowned king!”

The lens finally settled on the face of Arthas, with blue eyes, fluttering white hair, and no expression under the frozen helmet.

At this point, he has already been crowned as king.

A king who is contrary to his father’s expectations.

The Wrath King, who is waking up, is about to conquer a broader territory.

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

World of Warcraft (orldofarraft)!