"Archbishop Fa'ol, you...you are not -"
Except for Uther, the leaders of the Eastern Kingdom were also shocked at this moment, because they knew Fao's indelible contribution to the countries, and a considerable number of them were present at Fao's funeral.
They watched as the coffin containing Faol's body was brought into the tomb, but today, a man who had been dead for many years stood in front of them again.
"Oh, damn, ever since those orcs appeared in our world, this world has started to become abnormal."
The moment Muradin saw Fa'ol, he was so frightened that his hand holding the glass shook, and most of the wine in the glass spilled. Now he is holding the glass with both hands, for fear of spilling more of the wine inside.
Demons, undead, ancient monsters and gods—and now there’s another Faao with holy light in his eyes? God knows what kind of creature Faao is now!
"I feel the same way." Brian also held the wine glass, and the two brothers stood in the middle of the crowd. Although their height was only as high as the waist of others, it did not prevent them from seeing Fao's appearance clearly.
That was indeed the genuine Archbishop Fao, and coupled with the eye-catching harmonious holy light on his body, even if you told Brian that it was not Fao, he wouldn't believe it.
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"Your Majesty Alsace, kings and warriors, my abrupt appearance may shock you, but I still hope you can calm down and listen to my explanation."
Fao's unhurried tone actually made the noisy crowd quiet down for a while. When he found that everyone's eyes had shifted to him, Fao continued, "Your Majesty Alsace, I think this is also the time. A good time to introduce two more friends.”
Arthas nodded, and just after he agreed with Faol's words, two men also wearing cloaks appeared beside him, but this time, Varian and Daelin suddenly felt their hearts skip a beat. Jump, as if the identity of the two people in front of you has a very deep relationship with them.
Catherine and Jaina also had feelings. The mother and daughter stared closely at one of the cloaked figures, especially Jaina. Her superb magic level and intuition allowed her to guess the identity of the person in front of her. She knew about Arthas' hidden power. The usually calm Lady Proudmoore now covered her mouth with both hands and murmured repeatedly in a low voice, "This is impossible..."
Arthas noticed Jaina's nervousness. He quietly put his hands around Jaina's waist, trying to give his lover some support, but he did not speak.
"Archbishop Fa'o, I haven't seen you for a long time. I didn't expect that when we meet again, it will be... such a scene." Lothar took off the cloak and mask that covered his true face and was filled with emotion.
"Marshal Lothar, I never thought that there would be such a bizarre thing." Faao was still smiling, even though he felt the evil that Lothar was exuding at all times that was incompatible with the holy light energy in his body. The bishop was not surprised at all.
He knows better than anyone else that there is no distinction between good and evil in power itself.
Another familiar face no longer surprised everyone present. Their expressions had gradually become numb, as if they had become resistant to this kind of stimulation.
Only Varian looked moved. He had already heard Bolvar tell what happened in Silithus, but he still couldn't believe that one day he would see Uncle Lothar again, who treated him as his own.
Lothar also turned his attention to Varian at this time. Although those eyes were dancing with strange soul fire, Varian could still feel Lothar's complicated emotions, "You have grown up too, Varian. , you did a great job, better than your father and I imagined, and we will always be proud of you - I know you have a lot of questions, but please listen to us slowly."
An Archbishop shining with the power of the Holy Light, a Grand Marshal haunted by the pressure of death. Everyone present fell into an eerie silence. Only the Proudmoore family stared at another mysterious man wearing a cloak. .
"Derek..."
Jaina almost felt tears welling up in her eyes. She should have felt that deep connection originating from blood, but it became extremely awkward and weird. The undead before her eyes exuded the same aura as Lothar. It was Derek, unmistakable.
Dai Lin's tall body was also a little stiff at this moment. Of course he had the same feelings as Jaina, but when his daughter told the answer, his body as strong as a mountain also began to tremble slowly - -That's his son? How much suffering did he suffer and how much sin did he suffer?
"Arthas, I, we want to find a place where no one is around to talk to him, please." Jaina whispered to Arthas.
Alsace naturally agreed. In fact, only Lothar and Fao were supposed to attend this banquet, but Derek made up his mind and insisted on coming, so Alsace and Lothar did not stop him. This was something he would have to face sooner or later. It's a good thing that Derek can figure it out for himself.
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After the Proudmoore family left the scene quietly, the focus of the meeting naturally came to Lothar and Fao, and Fao also introduced the cause of the matter with a prepared speech.
Roughly after the orc invasion, the opening of the portal deepened Azeroth's connection with multiple planes such as the Star Boundary and the Twisting Nether, making Azeroth's already active energy become more active.
The reason why these people who were originally dead reappeared in the world was also related to the invasion of the orcs, but the real connection was with an orc chief who was bewitched by the leader of the Burning Legion - Ner'zhul.
He was appointed by Kil'jaeden as a pawn of the Burning Legion, and dropped the evil ice containing his soul into the frozen lake in the far north of Northrend. Influenced and driven by this evil force, countless undead became Nero. A slave of the ancestor, he established an empire of the dead in the north with the intention of annihilating all living people.
"It's just that this matter was settled by His Majesty Alsace."
Everyone's eyes suddenly turned to Arthas. Although there were many people like Brian and Tirion who already knew part of the inside story, the full picture of the whole matter was not really revealed to the Alliance until today.
Arthas no longer concealed anything, and waved his hand to summon Frostmourne from the gap between the shadows. He held the connection between the hilt and the sword grid with his backhand, and threw it lightly. The magic sword sank deeply into the side. In the stone wall of the fountain, the cold air emitted by the magic sword instantly froze the flowing spring water, and this breath continued to spread, making everyone tremble instinctively.
It wasn't until the paladins used their strength to neutralize the ominous aura of the magic sword that the strange feeling gradually disappeared.
"I am now the master of Frostmourne. As Faol said, holding this magic sword means becoming the Lich King." Arthas said without changing his expression, "And Lothar is also the one who uses death to Recalled by the power of God—not only him, but countless warriors and heroes also joined the Scourge to fight for this world."
The word "join" is very euphemistic. Everyone knows that this matter may not be entirely the wish of the person involved. However, no one has stood up to scold Alsace for his behavior. The reason is also very simple. Everyone present is Alsace. Among Alsace's friends, subordinates and comrades-in-arms, no one knows Alsace's character better than them.
Faol also mentioned that when Ner'zhul used the power of death to affect the entire Azeroth, it meant that there must be a Lich King in this world, and everyone present had doubts about Arthas taking over this dangerous power. There will be no objection, because no one dares to say that they can control the magic sword and the helmet of dominion and resist the endless whispers of death.
Even Uther, who had always been the most conservative, just frowned and said to Alsace, "My child, how many dangers are there in this world, and you would ignore your own safety to manipulate such a terrifying power."
At this time, he no longer talked to Alsace as a teacher and minister, but only as an elder's worries and concerns for his younger generations. Over the years, Alsace was not the only one who was growing, they were also constantly growing. Reflecting on his shortcomings and facing his mistakes, Uther also gained a deeper understanding of his soul after accepting the power of the Silver Hand.
"We have no choice, teacher," Arthas sighed. He rarely does this, but Azeroth's situation is really worrying. Their world's attraction to all forces in the infinite universe is amazing. Almost everyone The ancient and magnificent existences that represent the force of the universe are longing for Azeroth. "You can understand our world as an ownerless gold ingot placed on the roadside. Everyone covets her existence."
Death is naturally one of them, but with Alsace around, the warden's hand cannot cross the curtain of life and death and reach reality. Therefore, excluding the two forces of life and holy light whose intentions and positions are unclear, The only enemies they really have to face now are the Burning Legion and the Lord of the Void behind the Ancient Gods.
At this point in time when the Burning Legion temporarily retreated and only one of the Old Gods remained, Arthas believed that it would be best to deal with N'Zoth and his minions immediately. In this way, the forces of the void would reach out to Azeroth. Almost all of the tentacles were cut off, and the remaining crooked melons and cracked jujubes could hardly cause any waves.
"Sooner or later we will have the final battle with the dark side of the universe, but before that happens, we need to arm Azeroth, not just with force, but with our hearts."
Arthas told everyone slowly and solemnly, "Because our enemies will not only hurt our bodies, but also try their best to break our minds, and often, invisible swords are more harmful.
"I hope to tell you all the truth at the right time, and today is such a day. The alliance has stood together and weathered countless storms and difficulties.
"If you still despise me for manipulating the power of death, then I accept your accusations and abuse, but I still hope that people in the world understand that power is not good or evil. Only those who control power can distinguish between good and evil and their positions, and I will always I am a member of Azeroth, in the name of me, the King of Lordaeron, a descendant of the Menethil family!"
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