After Arthas regained his consciousness with the help of Frost Sorrow, he also thought that if he hadn't refused the invitation of the mysterious man who would turn into a raven and hid with his subjects in the distant continent of Kalimdor, would all the nightmarish things that would happen after that?

Alsace, though, knew he was just thinking about it. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 Info First, like his father, there was absolutely no way he'd give up any of his inhabitants, and secondly, he didn't think that by escaping to Kalimdor, he would be able to escape the Burning Legion's shadow over the world of Azeroth.

In fact, if it weren't for the fact that in the process of transforming Neozu into the Lich King, Kil'Gardan the "Deceit" was greatly weakened by Frostmourn's strength, and his strength would not have been summoned to the world of Azeroth, not the somewhat irascible Akmund, but the more cunning Kil-Gardan.

If it's Kil Gardan who has descended on Azeroth, then the Night Elves are using a hundred World Trees, and don't even think about luring/luring this guy into a trap. After Akmund's death, while Kil'Gardan was unable to descend on Azeroth, his machinations would not be stopped.

Thankfully, the two Lich Kings, Neozu, betrayed the Burning Legion and did not want to destroy the entire world as Kil'Gardan demanded, and the successor Arthas was busy studying necromantic magic with Kil'thugad and did not care about Kil'Gardan's orders, which made Kil'Gardan's most important bargaining chip, the Scourge unable to play its due role.

Arthas did not want to glorify his actions, he knew that he had committed unpardonable sins against the kingdom of Lordaeron and his father, teachers, relatives and friends, and he would rather pay with his life if he could redeem everything. However, without the fall of Arthas, and the Lich King Neozu could not escape the control of the Burning Legion, Kil'Gardan would have destroyed all of Azeroth.

Arthas was finally pulled back from the memories by Drake's muttering, "To live or to die, that's a question." Drake Prodmoor, repeating Arthas's question gently, still seemed unable to make a decision. This famous saying can be spread thanks to Madgar's teacher, the last guardian Medivan.

Medivan's fall is no secret in the upper echelons of the Alliance. The last Guardian, he was born in the shadow of the Burning Legion. Sargeras, the powerful Fallen Titan and commander of the Burning Legion, once used the means of death to possess Medivan's mother, the previous Guardian, the female mage Egwen.

When Medivan was born, Sargeras quietly transferred from Egwen's body to the baby's soul, and successfully suppressed Medivan's soul in decades of competition for his body, and even slaughtered the mage's organization, the Council of Tiris.

In the days that followed, the last guardian was at times mad, sometimes calm. According to Gen Khadgar, when he calmed down, Medivan created a large number of works of art, paintings, sculptures, poems, plays, novels...... It seems that this archmage can do anything.

Master Khadgar - who was still an apprentice at the time - quietly brought some of them out of the Karazhan Tower, and these works of art, both paintings and literature, soon spread among the upper classes of the Eastern Kingdoms. The phrase "to live or to die, this is a question" comes from one of the tragedies called "Hamlet". It is said that inside the empty Karazan Minaret, there are also ghosts, day and night, who perform the episodes that Medivin once wrote, commemorating the last guardian of a tragic life from the beginning of the embryo.

It was only after he and Lothar attacked and killed Medivan that Khadgar realized that these artworks belonged to other worlds that had been destroyed by the Burning Legion. Sargeras collected these works of art and stored them in his soul's memory to commemorate the civilization that eventually perished because of its indomitability.

Arthas sometimes wondered if Azeroth had been destroyed, would his own story have been collected into Sargeras's memory, a prince who killed his father, betrayed his country, and even wanted to destroy his own race...... Alsace sometimes feels that he has some similarities with the prince in "Hamlet" - he is constantly faced with various choices, only to find that there is only one path to choose, and it leads to the endless abyss.

It seems that this famous quote from Azeroth gave Drake some inspiration, and he, who is also a prince, finally makes his choice: "Prince Arthas...... I want you to resurrect me as the kind of ghost you call me. When Drake said this, he was still a little hesitant at first, but later, his words became more and more firm—reluctant, reluctant to let go of his father, mother, brother, and sister, Gianna, who he had just seen in a hallucination when he was dying. Since he is reluctant to do all this, even if he incarnates as an undead, or even something more filthy and evil, as long as he can be with his relatives, Drake is willing.

Arthas listened to Drake's words, smiled slightly, seemed to have guessed this result a long time ago, and said, "Very well, Drake Prodmore, you will be the first...... The world's first ...... Human Death Knight, of course, you'll probably be the last one as well. With that, Arthas nodded to Frost Sorrow on the side, regardless of whether Drake could understand what he had just said, signaling that she could start.

Frost Sorrow, who had been waiting impatiently, waved his hand casually, a little blue light, accompanied by bursts of black gas, from the crystal fingertips of the little magic sword, entangled and flew towards Drake's body lying on the bed, or rather the corpse. When the blue light disappeared into Drake's eyebrows, the black gas tightly wrapped Drake's body, and his soul gradually dimmed, and finally disappeared into the room.

Resurrecting a warrior or paladin and transforming it into a Death Knight is a familiar approach to Frostmourn. Soon, the blackened muscles and skin of Drake's body began to fall off like sawdust, and the new muscles, pale and tough, were finally encased in the same pale, even a little wrinkled skin of aging.

Finally, Drake opened his eyes, sat up slowly, raised his arm in front of him, and carefully observed the skin under the bandage, which had changed but returned to its intact state. After a while, Drake looked up, looked at Arthas with some confusion, and asked, "How did you do that?"