"Finally! I'm back in this world again..."
"boom!"
Before Kel'Thuzad could finish his sigh, Arthas had already broken through the obstruction of the wind and snow, and punched Kel'Thuzad on his skeletal face.
The newly resurrected lich did not expect such a "welcome" ceremony at all, and his tall body flew out like a rag doll.
The hard keel body collided with the iron wall of the ritual hall, and the loud noise made the surrounding undead feel their thoughts stagnant.
"Ahem! What?"
Kel'Thuzad controlled the magic power to make his lich body levitate. The heavy blow just now made his newly revived thinking become a little sluggish.
Arthas dispersed the power of death surrounding his hands and said coldly, "Kel'Thuzad, long time no see."
"You? Arthas... no, His Majesty the Lich King?" Kel'Thuzad fell into confusion after feeling Alsace's aura.
During the period when his soul was sleeping, he did not hear the Lich King's call, so he did not know what was happening in the outside world.
When he was resurrected, he subconsciously thought that His Majesty the Lich King's plan was successful, so he expressed his heartfelt admiration.
But what he didn't expect was that just after he took back control of his new body, he was hit with a heavy punch and was a little blurred.
And when he saw clearly that Alsace was standing in front of him, no different from a living person, the entire witch was in a sluggish state.
"What's going on with you? Why do you have the aura of the Lich King?" The hoarse soul voice of the Lich was full of doubts and confusion.
"Maybe this will make you understand."
Arthas turned his palm, and the cold wind of Northrend seemed to have heard the call, and spontaneously poured into the room of the ritual hall, imprisoning Kel'Thuzad.
Because the contract with the Lich King was transferred to Arthas, Kel'Thuzad was unable to resist Arthas' power.
But at the same time, he also understood one thing - the Lich King has been replaced!
An inexplicable panic arose in the great lich's heart. This was originally an emotion that the undead should not have, but when he thought that the powerful undead monarch had been replaced by someone else, he couldn't help but feel confused about the path he had chosen.
He worked hard and did all kinds of disgusting things, wasn't it just to prove to the world that the path he chose was not wrong?
The disappearance of the Lich King shook Kel'Thuzad even more than Arthas's display of power.
He was imprisoned in mid-air by Arthas, and his bones and the Lich's armor made harsh friction sounds, but Kel'Thuzad showed no sign of resistance.
After a brief period of confusion, Kel'Thuzad roughly understood his situation.
Although it is no longer the cruel Lich King who controls his soul and life, the problem is... he once killed the people of Lordaeron...
The Arthas in front of him was obviously not a fallen prince, and the punch just now made Kel'Thuzad know very well: Arthas would never give him a good look.
"Wait a minute, Your Highness, I did cause harm to Lordaeron, but I think I can do something to repay it."
"Of course I know that."
Arthas pulled his hands, and a violent cold current washed over Kel'Thuzad's body. After suffering the cold that almost froze his soul, the Archlich was finally released by Arthas.
"Huh...huh..."
The immortal Lich's body was not damaged, but Kel'Thuzad's soul was extremely tired, not only because of his resurrection, but also because of the frosty wind.
Kel'Thuzad knew that Arthas' action was to let him understand that the Lich's body was not completely immortal, and that the master who played with the soul could still bypass the protection of the phylactery and directly harm his soul.
"You should be lucky that I found and killed you before you committed any more sins," Arthas said with a cold expression. "Kel'Thuzad, if you hadn't truly fallen, I wouldn't have minded sending you to see Patriarch. Ozu.”
Kel'Thuzad did not know that the former Lich King's real name was Ner'zhul, but this did not prevent him from knowing that the guy behind the name must have disappeared.
"Yes, I understand, Your Highness the Prince - or should I call you Your Majesty?" Kel'Thuzad said very flatteringly.
His dignity had long since succumbed to the authority of the Lich King. Now he just changed the person he served, and there was no difference.
"As you wish, Lich, but you should know my intentions."
Kel'Thuzad nodded repeatedly. He had been limited by Arthas' control. Knowing that he could not break free from this restraint by himself, he naturally accepted the reality.
What he is looking for is the true source of "death", and he doesn't care who he serves.
Whether it was the original Lich King or Arthas, Kel'Thuzad knew his status very well.
He was just a mage who was expelled from Dalaran. He was deprived of all his reputation and titles, and was almost driven out of Dalaran.
Hatred or not, all was gone when he arrived at the Icecrown Glacier in Northrend and knelt before the Lich King and his power.
From that moment on, Kel'Thuzad realized that what he did would not be recognized by the living, and he would always be a ghost in the realm of death.
In this case, Kel'Thuzad completely gave up on the possible road to salvation. After he recognized the true "necromancy", he boarded Naxxramas half numbly and half expectantly, and headed to Lorraine. Dan Lun, prepare to implement the Lich King's plan.
What happened next was that the steps to spread the plague were disrupted by Alsace, and he died in the small village next to Briar.
In those few seconds before bidding farewell to the world of the living, Kel'Thuzad understood for the first time what true death was.
The strange thing is that, for some unknown reason, after his death, his awake soul, which should have been summoned by the Lich King, became so confused that he had no idea what was happening in the world of the living.
Until today, he returned to the world of the living again, only to find that everything was very different.
His master was no longer the aloof Lich King who seemed incompatible with Azeroth, but Arthas, the prince of Lordaeron, whom he once considered to be the "incarnation of justice."
As Kel'Thuzad lowered his head, he couldn't help but feel a chill running down his spine: What exactly was this prince plotting?
"The question you are thinking about now does not make any sense," Arthas said while watching the necromancers deal with the ineffective conversion circle, "Where is Naxxramas now?"
Kel'Thuzad was silent for a few seconds, seeming to feel the location of the undead floating fortress.
Finally, he came up with an answer.
"Over the northern seas of Quel'Thalas - it is blocked by some strange magic. I can't know its exact location."
