In Northrend, in the far north, on a snow-covered ice field, a man holding a long sword and wearing armor was sitting quietly on a throne made of ice...

A blue light appeared in his eyes, and he... opened his eyes! Arthas Menethil, the former Paladin, the former Death Knight, and the current Lich King... finally woke up from his long sleep.

!

Three years ago, here, he defeated Illidan, who came to besiege the Frozen Throne with troops under the orders of Kil'jaeden, and here, he and his master, the Lich King, became one!

The new Lich King!

The fusion of souls took more than three years...Alsace finally got his wish and became a king, but...a king who rules over the dead!

Slowly standing up, Arthas walked towards the edge of the Frozen Throne, looked at the magnificent city under his feet, and nodded lightly.

He has been sleeping for three years, but there has been no natural disaster of the undead. Three years have passed, and the Icecap Glacier has been built into an indestructible fortress by these tireless undead! The magnificent Gate of Scourge in the distance will destroy any attempt to step on it.

Those who enter this land of the dead will be turned away!

"It's time! It's time... let this world crawl at my feet, crawl at the feet of... the Lich King!"

"Of course... Your Majesty the King, then, what are we going to do now?" The Lich Kel'Thuzad, whose bones were broken apart by the ashes before, has been put back together, and once again stands beside the Lich King.

Provide help to one’s master…

"Kel'Thuzad, we need a stronger fighting force. If we want to face the entire Azeroth, then... we need to let the most powerful person in the entire Azeroth join the Undead Scourge!"

Having said this, Arthas raised his head, looked at the Eastern Kingdom in the distance, and whispered, "Those powerful paladins sleeping under the Holy Light's Hope Chapel, once these paladins join us...become loyal to my death."

Knight, then...I will be invincible!"

After hearing what Arthas said, Kel'Thuzad fell silent, which made Arthas a little unhappy. He turned his head and looked at the skeleton next to him, and asked coldly, "What? Do you think...my words are correct?"

What’s the problem?”

Kel'Thuzad gave a helpless smile, then bowed slightly to Arthas, and said respectfully, "With all due respect, Your Majesty, many things happened during the three years you slept. Lordan, where the Holy Light's Hope Chapel is located,

Lun is no longer under our control. Those...traitors, calling themselves the Forgotten, under the leadership of Sylvanas, occupied the Royal City of Lordaeron and renamed it...the Undercity, and the surviving Paladins

They also formed two troublesome teams to resist our attack..."

At this point, Kel'Thuzad suddenly paused, then raised his head and glanced at Arthas, who looked gloomy, and continued, "And... the resistance we are facing now is not only the former alliance, but also... the tribe.

"

Hearing the word Horde, Arthas frowned, turned to look at Kel'Thuzad and shouted in a low voice, "Horde? Aren't those damn green-skinned bastards dead yet?"

"No, no, no... Your Majesty the King, it's not just the orcs. The current tribe is a tribe united by multiple races. The traitor Sylvanas led the Forgotten to join the tribe..."

Arthas was silent for a long time, looked down at the magic sword Frostmourne in his hand, and then at the endless army of skeletons and undead in front of him. He sneered and said, "It doesn't matter... In the face of absolute power, both the Alliance and the Horde... will...

Feel the cold of death! By the way, that man...is he the Alliance or the Horde now?"

Hearing Arthas' question, Kel'Thuzad couldn't help but be stunned. After pondering for a moment, he gently shook his head and said, "I'm sorry, Your Majesty, I don't know anything about him. In fact... just when you fell into a deep sleep."

In the past three years, he seemed to have disappeared and never appeared. But some time before you woke up, he came back again. It was he who defeated me, so I had to take my people back to Northrend..."

Alsace narrowed his eyes and snorted coldly and said, "Don't worry about him. He is an indifferent person and doesn't care about other people's lives! Just let our people avoid him..."

"So...Your Majesty, what should we do now?"

Arthas slowly raised his head, looked at the snowflakes flying in the sky, and said lightly, "It's still the same, attack the Eastern Kingdom, and take my kingdom back from the hands of living people and traitors! Holy Light's Hope Chapel

Next, we need to get the corpses of those Paladins. In any case, they are also very powerful Paladins! Get Acherus and your Naxxramas ready! Load up our soldiers, it’s time

Let them know that the Scourge of the Undead is back! I...are back!"

Acherus is the fortress of Alsace and the base of the death knights. Although there are death knights on Naxxramas, those in Acherus are the elite of the death knights!

In this way, with the cold wind and death of Northrend, the Scourge of the Undead embarked on a journey! The Lich King, Arthas Menethil, marched in person! Standing on the lookout of Acherus, Arthas

Looking at the barren land beneath my feet, I nodded with satisfaction...

This is his country, the territory of Lordaeron, and here, he is the king! But now, his country is occupied by a group of living people, and the royal city has been usurped by traitors. Of course, Arthas will be the first to send troops to attack

here!

The first stop of this trip was the Holy Light's Hope Chapel located in the Eastern Plaguelands. Looking at the crowded chapel in the distance, Arthas frowned slightly, and then slowly turned to a death knight beside him.

He said, "Darian... your mission is very simple. Kill these fools who dare to resist the undead natural disaster, and... bring me the corpse under the chapel. Do you understand!"

Without saying a word, Death Knight Darien mounted the skeleton horse, picked up the great sword that exuded green light, and set off with the elite troops of Acherus!

Holy Light's Hope Chapel, the holy place of the Paladins! Here are buried almost all the great Paladins, including the Knights of the Silver Hand! After the Knights of the Silver Hand disintegrated into the Scarlet Crusade and the Silver Dawn, the fanatical Blood

The Crusaders gave up worshiping here, but the Silver Dawn did not... continue to guard this holy place!

Today, the fortress floating in the sky completely disturbed the rare peace here. Tyrosos, the commander of the Silver Dawn, hurriedly summoned his troops and formed a formation around the Holy Light's Hope Chapel!

Hearing the sound of horse hooves not far away, Tyrossus shouted loudly to the surrounding paladins, "These undead must not be allowed to desecrate this sanctuary! Warriors, the Holy Light is with us!"

Destroy these blasphemous undead!"

But when the death knight really approached here, Tyrosos took a breath of disbelief! He knew the leading death knight and the weapon in his hand...

The second son of the former high lord Mograine, Darion Mograine, and the holy sword that destroyed countless undead, the Ashbringer!

"No...Darian, no...why did this happen!" Although he was shocked and regretful, he was now a death knight. Tyrosos also extinguished the last trace of fantasy in his heart and gritted his teeth.

Shouting loudly, "Go up! Destroy them!"

The Paladins of the Silver Dawn are very determined warriors. When the Scarlet Crusaders fell into the embrace of hatred, they still stayed awake... They are all very good Paladins, but what they are facing now is the Acherus.

The most elite death knights among them, and they are far more numerous!

The Paladin who was not afraid of death and the Death Knight who came back from the dead collided hard! The Paladins of the Silver Dawn resisted desperately, but under the leadership of Darien and the Ashbringer in his hands,

The death knight rode the death horse and drove straight in, rushing all the way to the Holy Light's Hope Chapel!

As the battle progressed, Darien, the leader of the death knights, was keenly aware that the sword in his hand, the fallen Ashbringer, seemed to be affected by the lingering holy light here, as if he was disobeying his own orders! Rejecting his will

, the will of the Lich King!

But it doesn't matter. They already have an absolute advantage. It's only a matter of time before they wipe out these recalcitrant Paladins and return to Acherus with their corpses and the corpses under the Light's Hope Chapel~

Arthas, who was above Acherus, frowned slightly at this moment... Condescendingly, he discovered that a group of Paladins were coming from the south to support the Paladins of the Silver Dawn. This made

Alsace had an ominous premonition...

Fording arrived! Ever since Ashes told him that the Lich King brought people to the Eastern Kingdom and headed straight to the Eastern Plaguelands, Fording understood what Arthas was going to do!

He wants to disturb these dead heroes and make these heroes become death knights and fight for him! This is something Fording will never allow!

He walked non-stop all the way to the Eastern Plaguelands. Seeing the Silver Dawn that was defeated but still resisting, Fording took a deep breath and shouted sharply at the Scarlet Crusaders beside him, "

Now, paladins, charge forward! Protect our holy land and never let it be defiled by Alsace!"

Upon hearing Fording's order, the Scarlet Crusaders, although they had been educated by Fording, were still somewhat fanatical about the undead, and the Paladins shouted and rushed over to join the battle!

General Bridget, who accompanied Fording, looked at Fording who was not leading the charge, and asked curiously, "Tirion Paladin, what are you going to do now?"
Chapter completed!