In the summer of the twenty-first year of the Dark Portal of Azeroth, the large-scale troops of the four coalition forces of the Flame Alliance finally arrived at the ruins of Lordaeron. This undead natural disaster that has ravaged the northern continent of the Eastern Kingdom for more than a year is about to be drawn. The last period is over, and the end of the undead is coming.
Now, here in Tirisfal Glades, outside the royal city of the former Kingdom of Lordaeron, which was ruined by the undead, there are nearly 150,000 elite Legions of the Flame Alliance gathered here over the mountains and plains.
They surrounded the King's City of Lordaeron, a large city of Lordaeron. Even Lake Lordaemir, south of the King's City of Lordaeron, had a large number of pure-blooded fire eagles, high elves' dragon eagle hunters and the Eagle's Nest Mountain. The Wildhammer dwarf griffin knights are patrolling and closely monitoring the lake, not giving any undead and their minions any chance to escape from the waterways.
At this point, almost all the Alliance troops have gathered here, except for the necessary troops staying in the Western Plaguelands and the large number of patrol teams that are sweeping up scattered undead throughout Tirisfal Glades.
No one wants to miss this important moment today!
Because of all the crimes he committed against the people of the Kingdom of Lordaeron and the high elf kingdom of Quel'Thalas, that villain who killed his master and his father, the death knight Arthas, today, the Alliance is about to attack Destroy his last lair and hold Alsace's trial against him!
boom! ! !
A violent explosion sounded, and a huge meteorite composed of lava and flames roared down from high altitude and hit the city of Lordaeron. In a huge explosion, the flames instantly swallowed up a small person. A large number of undead were eliminated in a large area.
While the Army of the Flame Alliance was working hard to coordinate their formations with Grand Marshal Garithos and other officers from various races, little Annie, who was bored with waiting and had nothing to do, finally couldn't help but take the lead.
"Listen to the undead inside! You have been surrounded. Now, come out quickly and surrender and beg for mercy. Otherwise, after we break through your city, no chickens or dogs will be left behind!"
After little Annie casually cast a meteorite spell, she stood carelessly on the back of her pure-blooded Fire Eagle Lord Celia, with one hand on her waist and one hand pointing at the far end of the city, pointing at the person standing there. The death knight started shouting loudly.
Her behavior made the Flame Alliance soldiers and the big bosses raise their heads and look at her standing on the back of the fire eagle, wondering what she wanted to say next.
Powerful people like Shane Knox, who know their Majesty the Queen well, can only pray secretly in their hearts, hoping that she will not talk nonsense about surrendering without killing, otherwise, they will not end well next. Got it! They have already discussed some of the undead in Lordaeron. They will kill some of the most evil beings without mercy! No mercy!
"correct!"
Little Annie seemed to suddenly think of something, and quickly added something.
"Haha! In fact, whether you surrender or not, we will burn you all! You can't escape!"
Little Annie was so proud that it felt so good to lead a bunch of scoundrels to bully others! Fortunately, she listened to Tibbers' words and summoned Shannox's gang, so she was able to enjoy this dangerous world comfortably until now.
As everyone knows, her irresponsible and thoughtless words caused the big bosses of the three tribes below, who were expecting her to say something, to put their hands on their foreheads, turn around and leave with black lines on their heads, and continue. Everyone went to do their own things.
have to! Now it's good, their Queen of Fire, the great Her Majesty Anne, the cute leader of the Flame Alliance, has successfully prepared a desperate resistance for the undead in the city, and mobilized them before the war. This is really a great job!
"snort!"
In Lordaeron in the distance, a cold snort sounded.
On the filthy city wall of Lordaeron that is still usable, Arthas, Kel'Thuzad, and Tichondrius, who quickly surrendered to the death knight after learning about Archimonde's death, were standing on the city wall. Here, some frowned, some were frightened, or some looked doubtfully at the four-nation coalition of the Flame Alliance forming formation in the distance of the city.
By now, the three of them actually knew that the capital of Lordaeron could no longer be defended.
Although before, after learning that the Flame Alliance had invaded the Western Plaguelands, Arthas, who returned to Lordaeron, ordered the undead to retreat into the city of Lordaeron. Now, there are nearly 300,000 undead scourges gathered here!
It's a pity that they all know that most of the elite of the undead are still left in Kalimdor, and if these rabble and skeletons in the city are really compared with the elite troops of the Flame Alliance outside, It seems that it can only be used as a gift.
Look at the hundreds of huge lava giants in front of the two wings of the opponent's huge military formation that are shaking their heads. Once the enemy starts to order an attack on the city, maybe their huge stone men alone can almost crush the city wall of Lordaeron. Already? After all, the height of the city wall under their feet only reached their knees or waist...
Not to mention that there are a large number of Fire Eagle troops in the opponent's sky, and an unknown number of dwarf heavy artillery battalions in the middle of the military formation.
At that time, the enemy will only need the Fire Eagle troops to set fire from the sky, the dwarf heavy artillery to bombard them indiscriminately, and then the enemy army will rush over behind the lava giants. This battle will no longer need to be fought. For the undead, the situation has long been over. There is no chance of winning!
"Kel'Thuzad, how ready is your teleportation circle?"
Arthas had already prepared a backup plan to escape, but he had never thought about defending Lordaeron!
He had already seen the situation clearly. Ever since he learned that the Flame Alliance had begun to fully conquer the Western Plaguelands and was overwhelmingly powerful, she knew that the continent of Lordaeron would definitely not be able to stay any longer. Therefore, he ordered Kel'Thuzad to prepare a large fixed portal underground in Lordaeron.
He only planned to resist here for a while and see the approximate strength of the Flame Alliance. Once he saw that the situation was not good, he would directly use the prepared portal to teleport to the continent of Northrend, where is the base camp of the Undead Scourge. And their master of the Scourge of the Undead, the Lich King Ner'zhul, was there.
"Dear Your Majesty Alsace, as long as you give the order, we can leave here at any time."
This large fixed portal was specially placed deep underground in Lordaeron by Kel'Thuzad. Not only will it not be destroyed or discovered by the coalition forces, it is also very secretive!
Now, all the energy, coordinates and magic gems needed to open the portal are ready. Kel'Thuzad can activate it at any time as long as His Majesty King Arthas needs it.
"You did very well!"
Regarding Kel'Thuzad's reply, Arthas nodded with satisfaction. This was one of the few pieces of good news now.
It's really good to have a mage at your disposal. Whether you're traveling from Kalimdor to or from Kalimdor, or from here to the continent of Northrend, it's so convenient to have a mage who is proficient in teleportation spells to help you! Look, even though they are now besieged by the enemy in an isolated city, as long as Arthas is willing, they can be ready to run away at any time.
Although, Alsace had always looked down upon such cowardly skills in the past! But now it seems that his previous views were too extreme and one-sided. This kind of teleportation spell is sometimes quite useful, especially when you need them.
When the three Arthas were observing the Flame Alliance military formation outside the city, the big bosses in the alliance's central army opposite also saw the death knight Arthas on top of the city.
So, after a commotion, Sylvanas, Queen of the High Elf Kingdom, Windrunner, was alone, riding a tall and beautiful white chocobo, and quickly ran in front of the army formation.
"Alsace!!"
"You executioner! Butcher! You must not have expected, right? We would meet again so soon!"
Sylvanas, who was riding a beautiful chocobo, a mount unique to Quel'Thalas, was yelling at Arthas above the city.
"And now, today, we, Quel'Thalas, have finally come to take revenge on you! Today, your end has come. Are you ready to accept the justice of our Flame Alliance?"
She should have asked the mage to cast a spell on her with a loud voice, so whether it was the undead in the city or the coalition forces outside the city, it seemed that no matter how far away, everyone could clearly hear her crisp voice. sound.
In fact, even Sylvanas did not expect that the moment of revenge that the high elves dreamed of would come so quickly and suddenly!
In less than a year, the high elves have already faced off against Arthas again. During the days when Quel'Thalas was destroyed, she imagined this scene in front of her all the time!
At present, the situation between the two sides has completely reversed. Last time, it was the high elves who were besieged by the undead natural disaster and were exhausted; but now, it is the armies of the four nations of the Flame Alliance that surrounded the death knights who were huddled in Lordaeron. The changes in this world cannot be too fast or too sudden!
In the dead of night, she often thinks about the elves and her people who died tragically at the claws of the undead, or how they were trapped in the destruction of the sunwell and went crazy. As a queen, she often tossed and turned at night. Can't sleep...and now, everything will be liberated! Today, this butcher, this Alsace, will face his final fate!
"Hehehe... Who do I think it is? It turns out to be you elves with pointed ears. It's such a pity that I couldn't kill you all."
Arthas sneered as he looked at the beautiful figure riding on the white chocobo. Of course he recognized this female elf, and she remembered her deeply!
At that time, just when he was about to kill her, she actually summoned a terrifying demigod little girl, and then... the other party not only burned his beloved horse Wudi with a fire, but also directly used strange magic to kill her. The weapon exploded hundreds of thousands of his elite troops... Every time he thought of this incident, Arthas felt a faint pain in his heart.
It seems that all the setbacks that Alsace encountered started after this damn long-eared female elf summoned that damn little girl!
"Let me think about it, how many of you guys with long ears did I kill back then?"
"Is it 300,000? Or 400,000? Ah...I'm really sorry, there are so many, I can't even remember them."
Arthas sneered, looking down at the female elf in the distance, and mocking her in a sinister tone.
"Or, you can try it and go back and count the long-eared ones that are still alive? Then, you can know how many I killed at that time. What do you think of my suggestion?"
Although Alsace had long been prepared to run away, Alsace did not intend to give in. Now was the time to mock each other, and there was nothing to lose in the quarrel mode. How could he be afraid of this elf? He is absolutely not afraid of this!
"Asshole! Just continue to be rampant! When this city is captured, I will personally tie you to a stone pillar, and then light the soul-eating flames that will completely burn you!"
After gritting her teeth and looking at the despicable figure on the top of the city, her towering chest heaving violently several times, Sylvanas took several deep breaths before barely suppressing her soaring anger.
Anyway, this death knight probably won't be able to stay alive for long. She plans to endure it a little longer. Now that the Alliance's legions are almost in line, she just needs to endure it a little longer...
"Haha... I think you will be very disappointed when the time comes. I will definitely not let you get what you want."
Alsace answered without any concern, and watched as the other party suppressed his anger and turned the reins, letting the white chocobo below him take her back to the military formation.
"..."
Anyway, he was definitely unable to defeat the opponent now. Just when Alsace was about to continue to taunt the enemy and get some verbal advantage, he found that the opponent's army was slowly riding out of the enemy's formation. Several knights.
Arthas said that those knights looked familiar to him. As soon as he saw their decorations and the huge white warhammers or golden weapons carried on their backs, he knew that they must be the saints of the Knights of the Silver Hand. Knights! Among them, there are several familiar figures, but he is very familiar with them!
Among the people who came out were the former generals of the Kingdom of Lordaeron, Abidis and his daughter, the commander of the Silver Hand, Saidan Dathrohan, Mograine and his son, oh... and Tai. Lan Fording?
Oh, sure enough, it seems that the remnants of the group huddled in Hearthglen have been rescued by them. The defeated remnants of the Silver Hand have finally gathered together at once. Are they preparing to start a quarrel together?
Wait...who is that hooded knight in the middle of them?
When Arthas was about to taunt these remnants of the Silver Hand, he saw a strange human being surrounded by them. And, looking at the figure, it seemed that the other person was a woman? The other party still has weak holy light energy in his body. Is he a priest apprentice?
Arthas had a vague premonition in his heart, it seemed... he seemed to have forgotten something.
He was thinking, what important person is worthy of being so carefully protected by a bunch of big shots from the upper echelons of the former Kingdom of Lordaeron?
Are they guarding themselves? Ah! madness!
He, Alsace, would not be foolish enough to jump down from the city, so could he be so guarded against him? How could he be stupid enough to jump down and fight these powerful paladins? That's just asking for death!
"Okay, Her Majesty Queen Kalia of Lordaeron, I have cast an amplification spell for you. Now you can talk to the other party. I will pay attention to cast an anti-magic shield for you at any time."
After a high elf high-level mage who followed their group had cast a spell properly, he nodded towards Kalia, and was ready to put up a shield on her at any time to guard against any possible incoming spell attacks.
After all, the Queen of Lordaeron has no ability to protect herself at all. It would still be a great risk for her to come out to the battle and talk to the evil and powerful undead knight.
Even though she has a large group of powerful paladins around her now, in order to prevent the undead above the city from jumping over the wall in a hurry and casting some weird magic on Queen Kalia, he was ordered to follow her out here and do something for her. This human queen provides necessary magical assistance. As for the rest, it can only rely on the paladins and priests of the Kingdom of Lordaeron.
"Alsace..."
When the paladins beside and in front picked up their weapons to show that they were ready, Kalia took two steps forward on her horse, protected by Dathrohan holding the warhammer and Mograine holding the Ashbringer. , she gently took off the hood that hid her face, and just sat on the back of the tame mare. She raised her head and looked at the top of the city with a sad face, at the place that was both familiar and unfamiliar to her. figure.
Before that, although she had thousands of words to say, when things came to an end, in the end, she just softly shouted a call like a whisper from her mouth...
"Is it you? Why aren't you dead yet?"
Didn't those bastards from the Cult of the Curse say they had already killed her? Then how could she still be here?
The bad premonition that Alsace had originally had came true!
When he saw clearly the appearance of the woman hidden behind the hood, he was even startled and took a small step back.
Now, without fully merging with the Lich King Ner'zhul, he still retains a lot of humanity. Perhaps the one he feels most ashamed of is his father Terenas Menethil, because he feels so guilty about him. expectations, and even killed him with his own hands...
At the same time, the person that Arthas was least willing to face was the woman he thought was dead and turned into ashes, his sister Calia Menethil.
…
Alsace and Kalia looked at each other silently from a distance. One of them had a sinister and ferocious look, while the other looked calm and sad.
"Alsace...my brother...do you know?"
After the two sides looked at each other for a while and saw each other's situation clearly, Kalia began to speak softly.
Although her voice was very small and gentle, with the blessing of the high elf's magic, it seemed that the entire battlefield could hear what she said. It was as if she was whispering in everyone's ears.
"Do you know? On the day you triumphed from Northrend... I regret that I could not go to the streets to greet you personally, because they did not allow me, the princess of the Kingdom of Lordaeron, to go to the streets...; and on your When I entered the palace and reported my duties to my father, I still couldn't go because my status was not suitable for appearing in such a serious occasion..."
Kaliya didn't come up to question or abuse her like Sylvanas did.
Although, before this time, she was disappointed and saddened by his brother's behavior to the point of breaking her heart, just yesterday, she had imagined more than once what she would do when she saw him. To scold him with such vicious words, to question him...
However, when things came to a close, when she saw the other party's appearance, she somehow softened her heart and could no longer utter all the vicious words she had prepared.
"You know... At that time, I was listening to the melodious and loud bells, imagining the scene when you entered the city triumphantly with flowers... I couldn't wait to run to the gate of the palace to see you... …”
It was as if the bell was ringing in Kalia's ears again.
She still remembered what her kind father said to her at that time: My child, when you were born, the forest of Lordaeron softly called your name Arthas...
One day, my life will reach its end, and you will be crowned king...
But...in the end...why did it become like this?
Kalia did not look at her younger brother whose face was already tangled above the city. Instead, she began to lower her head and remember.
"But, because of etiquette, I couldn't do that... So, I have been waiting for you in the back garden. I want to wait until you finish all the things and come back to tell me that you defeated the undead in Northrend. The glorious deeds..."
"Then, our family can happily have dinner in the restaurant as before... It seems like we haven't had a meal together as a family for a long time..."
Plop... It seemed like there was a sound of something dripping.
"You know? At that time... I always thought that my brother must be a great hero... and I, this useless princess of Lordaeron, could only stay in the back garden of the palace and barely give you anything. Make a garland for a hero with your own hands..."
"You know? Later...when the guards rushed in and said bad things about you, I actually didn't believe it..."
Kalia finally raised her head slowly. Tears were already streaming down her face, and she just let them slide down her round chin like crystal pearls, dripping down to the dark and dirty land that had been contaminated by the plague. superior.
"My brother is a great hero! He has just returned triumphantly from Northrend... How could he be a villain who slaughtered citizens and brutally killed his father? You know? At that time, I really didn't believe it. …”
Tears had completely flooded Kalia's eyes, and she could no longer clearly see the figure in the blue-black ferocious armor on the top of the city. He had begun to become blurry in her sight.
"My brother, my Arthas is a great hero...how could he do such a terrible thing?"
"But...it wasn't until I saw you step through the garden gate with my own eyes, until I saw the blood on your sword, that I knew that...what the guard commander said...was all true... "
Tears have flowed into Kalia's mouth. She is already very familiar with this taste. It is a salty and bitter taste...
"Alsace...brother...do you know?"
"When those brave guards hid me and they rushed out of the cabin to attract the attention of those monsters, I stayed in that narrow wooden cabinet and cried for a long time... At that time, I even felt , how great it would be if I died like that... I don’t have to think about anything anymore..."
"That's enough! Stop talking!"
Alsace shouted impatiently and roughly planned what the other party would say.
I don’t know why, although the one below, his nominal sister, Kalia, didn’t say any harsh words to him, let alone blame himself, but for some reason, Alsace always felt that he was already cold. My heart actually started to hurt.
In fact, he would rather the other party was scolding and cursing himself, rather than saying these incomprehensible words! He doesn't want to hear this!
"That's right...yeah, now, what's the use of talking about this anymore?"
Sighing softly, Kalia paused for a while, barely holding back her tears, then raised her head, and continued to look at the person in the distance through her wet eyelashes. Once upon a time... He is her most beloved brother.
"I forgot to tell you, not long ago, I became the queen of the new Kingdom of Lordaeron."
As if two acquaintances were chatting about home affairs, Kalia continued to say some seemingly irrelevant words.
"Oh? Really? Then I have to congratulate you!"
Arthas continued to snort, still looking at the so-called Queen of Lordaeron below expressionlessly.
"But, I actually don't want to be this queen... They forced me to do this... If everything can be undone, I would even use everything I have now to get back to the days I had before... "
"At that time, our family happily cuddled together, playing on the balcony of the palace and castle, watching the sunset in the distance... The big lake reflected the beautiful sunshine... At that time, I You are still an ordinary princess of the kingdom, and you are the future king of Lordaeron..."
Kalia remembered her childhood, when their family would often play together on the balcony.
While playing, she waited for the beautiful scenery of the sunset. At that time, her brother Alsace was still a great young man, and their father was not old yet... That kind of red sunshine was captured by Rodan After the reflection of Lake Mill, it is really beautiful...
"That's enough! It's all over!"
Arthas waved Frostmourne in his hand arrogantly, causing the paladins below to become nervous as if facing a formidable enemy, fearing that the other party would suddenly lose their mind and jump down to strike their queen with a sword.
"You actually don't know anything! You only know how to cry. What's the use of it?"
"I tell you: I tried hard! I tried! I tried my best! However, I still couldn't save my people! I couldn't save my country! I was even abandoned by the Holy Light! "
"At that time, under the threat of those powerful enemies, I could do nothing! Therefore, I only succumbed to more powerful forces and let this country fall into the eternal kingdom of darkness with me. This is The best choice! Only in this way will Lordaeron be reborn!"
Can he blame himself? cannot! His original intention was good, but unfortunately, the enemy's power was beyond his imagination. To do this, he must do whatever it takes!
"..."
Kalia was a little surprised and stared blankly at the hysterical knights on the top of the city in the distance. She seemed to see a trace of her brother in them.
"Suddenly I don't blame you anymore, Arthas..."
"My brother, I suddenly understand... In fact, no one needs you to save. What you really need to save should actually be yourself..."
I don’t know why, Kalia suddenly understood. She saw her brother clearly and saw his heart. He was actually a poor person... She suddenly let go of everything she had about him. Hatred.
Now, nothing matters anymore.
"Shut up! I'm telling you, I'm very well now, and I don't need you to pretend to be pitiful! Now, let us use our swords to speak!"
For some reason, Alsace always felt that his heart began to hurt violently, getting more and more severe and uncomfortable! He hated this feeling, so he decided to dig it out whenever he had the chance after going to Northrend!
"That's enough! Her Majesty, let's go! It's very dangerous here now, he has gone completely crazy!"
When Kalia still wanted to say something, Grand Marshal Garithos, who had always had a calm face, rode up to the horse, reached out and grabbed the reins of Kalia's mount, and asked other paladins to guard her. , slowly returned to the coalition's main formation.
Now, the aura exuded by Alsace on the top of the city is very dangerous. He will not let the queen stay in the front anymore. It is better to quickly retreat to the rear of the formation.
Moreover, he had just begun to give orders, and the commanders of various tribes had begun to coordinate the combat steps. An earth-shattering siege battle was about to begin soon.
…
Near the Royal City of Lordaeron in the north, when the Scourge of the Undead and the Fire Alliance were preparing to start a battle that would determine the fate of both sides, in the ruins of Dalaran, which was only separated from Lordaeron by Lake Lordaemir, Erie After Dan and Vashj cleared away the scattered undead in an area, they began to prepare for their ceremony.
"Lord Illidan, why do you have to cross the sea to cast spells here? Isn't it better to go directly to the Broken Islands? Anyway, Maiev can only defend us under our offensive. She will definitely not be able to do anything bad. of."
Vashj was actually very puzzled that Illidan traveled thousands of miles to prepare for the ceremony in Dalaran. Although Maiev was under the collapse, she miraculously managed to escape with her life.
However, there were not many of her men left, and they were constantly being besieged by their Nagas and Murlocs and were running around in confusion. So, wouldn't it be better to just cast spells on the Broken Isles? Why do you have to travel so far across the sea to the ruins of Dalaran in the Eastern Kingdom?
"Because there are remnants of Archimonde's spells when he destroyed Dalaran, which can provide some reference for my ritual of destroying Icecrown Glacier."
To put it bluntly, Illidan needs to learn a little bit about the magic that Archimonde used when he destroyed Dalaran. This is what Kil'jaeden told him before. When he came here, he was indeed inspired. As for whether Kil'jaeden had any conspiracy, he was not sure yet.
"Is that so? It's just that...my fishmen just came to report that they are in the north, across the big lake. There is a group of powerful coalition forces of humans and flame creatures, which are besieging a large city of the undead. The battle is fierce. It’s very intense. If we hold the ceremony here now, will it alarm them?”
After all, the two places are too close to each other. Vashj is a little worried that the ceremony she and Illidan held will alert the powerful armies in the north. Once they cross the Great Lake and go south indiscriminately, the Nagas under her will The fish people couldn't resist it.
There was a fierce battle involving at least hundreds of thousands of troops on both sides. Vashqi was a little scared just thinking about it. They didn't have many people here now. Although their Nagas have dominated the seabed for many years, they have never encountered such a large-scale battle as the one in the north.
Fire element? Humanity? Siege of the undead?
Illidan is very surprised. Are all the countries on this continent so powerful? On Kalimdor, they are probably still cleaning up the undead and demons, right? On their side, they have actually begun to attack the city of the undead?
"Forget it! Don't worry about them! Let's try to find a private place first, hoping to complete the ritual before they react."
As soon as the ritual was completed, Illidan immediately packed up and left.
He believed that the troops in the north would not cross the lake to embarrass him. After all, he was not an enemy of the other party, but was helping them destroy the lair of the undead and destroy the Lich King Ner'zhul of Icecrown Glacier.
"As you wish, my lord, I will order you to go down now."
Now that Illidan has made his decision, Vashj doesn't want to say anything more.
Moreover, Vashj felt that they really needed to speed up, because it was said that the watcher named Maiev had already sent out a messenger, and she did not know when she and her helpers would catch up. We are here, so if you act quickly, you will never go wrong.
