Under the sunset of the Alliance, Terenas Menethil II was lingering on his last breath, and Carlos Barov was using his arms to support the toppling building.
The Lich King Ner'zhul also discovered it and could even destroy it without using it. This organization that was the most threatening to the Burning Legion and the Scourge was also disintegrating itself.
Because the biggest inducement to the alliance, the tribe, has died.
Although Orgrim Doomhammer, the warchief of this tribe, is still alive, the tribe he cherishes has essentially died.
If Kil'jaeden's coercion was not equivalent to the guillotine and the decapitating axe, Ner'zhul really didn't need to do so many unnecessary things. He could calmly attack Azeroth in Northrend and only need twenty years. .
It's a pity that there are not so many ifs.
The Burning Legion has been waiting for tens of thousands of years, but they just don't want to give the Lich King twenty more days.
According to Ner'zhul's own calculations, the corruption of Arthas should be a deeper and more obscure spiritual assimilation.
But the world is fair. Malfurion and his wife were trapped in the deep pit inside the night elves. Carlos was pulled down by the maelstrom called the Alliance. Even the ancient gods were trying their best to break free from the prison. How can the demon king Ner'zhul be so virtuous that he can enjoy peace and happiness?
Kil'jaeden's reminders came three times a day, which no longer allowed Ner'zhul to calmly plan and act as a second or fifth son.
So luring Arthas all the way to Dragonblight, Ner'zhul was ready to violently seize his body.
Exquisite legion craftsmanship, three times the weight of soul fragments, the highest quality evil iron ore ingots from the Saron mines are selected as the base, and are carefully forged from the soul oven.
This Frostmourne can be called the strongest in the parallel world.
Without the massacre of Stratholme and the step-by-step march toward hatred, who said a dutiful son could not become the Lich King?
Using the legendary Fountain of Youth, Ner'zhul lured Arthas to a world of ice and snow.
Due to the harsh environment, brutal monsters, and the plague of the undead, there were fewer and fewer soldiers around Arthas. Whether they were escapees or loyalists, their physical conditions were getting worse and worse.
Especially this time, Alsace did not have Muradin by his side.
In order to explore the Titan's treasure trove, Brann Bronzebeard asked his brothers for help. After Muradin resigned from Arthas and Terenas, he and his brothers plunged into the wasteland.
Then Alsace set out to sea.
Landing from the Howling Cliffs and heading north, the sparse human settlement villages entertained their prince with a lot of enthusiasm and a small amount of food.
Arthas didn't know that Ner'zhul's minions had spread throughout Northrend. These remaining humans were just to confuse the chess pieces he had left behind.
In the mouths of these Northern Split pioneers, the image of a real "fountain of youth" was gradually enriched and perfected.
Alsace's mind became more determined.
Neither the ice giant worm nor the kobold tribe could stop Arthas, and the undead monsters and giant half-human mammoths were no match for the human corps.
Arthas unconsciously shouted the ancestral slogan of the Paladin: "Holy Light, that enemy is worth fighting!"
The further north you go, the stronger the enemy becomes.
After clearing out a group of kobolds who wanted to use the legion as food, a medium-sized half-human mammoth rushed out. It rushed into the crowd and shouted a polar reversal, instantly knocking out more than thirty soldiers. , showing a ferocious and bloodthirsty expression.
But Arthas is a disciple of Uther, and his martial arts teacher is Muradin, who is the strongest paladin among the younger generation.
Holding the warhammer in hand, Alsace charged forward, fought with the half-human mammoth, and finally killed it.
It was a hearty battle.
As the number of casualties and deaths increased, and the stocks of supplies and armaments became less and less, the hearts of even the Prince of Lordaeron's escort began to rise.
But Alsace didn't care. He only had the indomitable belief in his heart.
For, father.
Also for...
To this end, Ner'zhul even drove undead soldiers to herd a group of Northland elk near Arthas and his legions.
The smell of roasted meat and the warmth of fur temporarily calmed the restless heart.
The journey continues.
After a long journey, covered with frost and snow, under Ner'zhul's silent gaze, Arthas and his party arrived at the entrance of a mysterious cave.
The soldiers' spirits were tense to the extreme, and Arthas also felt subtly uneasy.
However, there is no choice but to move forward.
The deep caves exuded an eerie calmness, and the desolate snowfield made it impossible for the soldiers to collect enough firewood to make torches.
But these are not problems.
"Holy Light, guide your believers forward!"
Alsace stood at the forefront of the team.
Walking to the deepest part of the cave, there was a pit that was open enough to accommodate all the soldiers, with a towering stone platform in the center.
A seemingly powerful revenant guards a sword filled with ominous aura.
Behind the dead soul and the sword, a dreamlike spring sprayed with golden spring water. The water came from the mystery and went into the void.
Although there was no evidence to prove that it was the legendary Fountain of Immortality, everyone was still excited.
This journey...is worth it.
Then greed began to develop.
His Majesty the Prince has brought back the Fountain of Immortality to the King, let us take a sip from it too.
That is the Fountain of Immortality!
Hunger, thirst, fear, suspicion, greed.
The Lich King drew out the negative emotions of mortals with just one illusion.
Arthas strode forward, clutching the warhammer in his hand, preparing to face the dead souls guarding the sword and the spring.
However, the ferocious-looking dead soul seemed to be aware of Alsace's approach, and raised its head. Time seemed to flow backwards on it, and its mottled and peeling body possessed itself again, and a majestic and resolute figure appeared in front of everyone.
That is the image of a more decent and stronger man than Uther.
"Are you the chosen child?"
asked the dead soul.
Suddenly, jealousy began to spread.
The dead soul asked again, then turned sideways and gave up his position.
"Come and test your destiny."
Alsace was suspicious and made no move.
"Come and meet your destiny."
This time, Kel'Thuzad, Ner'zhul, and even that one all stepped in, and Arthas finally took a crucial step.
Released the force, the sacred warhammer fell to the ground, holding the sword hilt, the huge cyclone blew away the Lich King's illusions.
There is no immortal guardian, no fountain of youth, only dirty blood flows, and the restless bones are restless.
For the first time, the undead Scourge revealed its true face.
The fear started to flow.
Alsace's eyes were closed, and his pupils were trembling rapidly under his eyelids. His spirit was being pulled, indoctrinated, and ravaged.
In the end, mortal will could not stop the Lich King's control. Arthas opened his eyes and pulled out Frostmourne.
Huge fear engulfed the human soldiers present.
As the first batch of sacrifices, they were competent.
"Frostmourne is hungry."
Arthas, who became the Lich King's plaything, spoke his first words after becoming a death knight.
Ner'zhul laughed wildly from his soul in Icecrown Glacier, on top of the Frozen Throne, but it didn't realize that in the heart of Arthas, in the contract forged with blood and shadow, there was a deeper darkness covering up a hint of ambiguity. will.
Abnormal World of Warcraft Stories
Abnormal World of Warcraft Stories
