"Arthas, Arthas! Wake up, it's too late!" a hurried cry woke Arthas from his sleep. "Strange, when do I need to sleep?" www.biquge.info Arthas murmured, surveying his surroundings. Everything before him was familiar and strange, the huge soft bed with gold-trimmed white gauze, the sword and shield with the royal insignia of Lordaeron hanging from the bedside, the walnut furniture, Arthas was stunned - these were not in ruins? Alsace looked down at his body in confusion, and he was surprised to find that he had become a young child. What's going on?

Arthas was still in a daze, a tall and sturdy young man had come to his bedside, pinched his face, and laughed: "So you are already up! Get dressed, reinforcements from the High Elves have arrived, King Terenus and Teacher Anduin asked me to take you to the main hall!" Arthas didn't listen carefully to what the young man had to say, and a violent aura welled up in his heart—who was so bold as to dare to make such disrespectful gestures to himself? Since becoming the Lich King, Arthas has been invincible, and even his enemies are mostly fearful of him.

Determined to punish the impudent fellow, Arthas broke free of his cheek-pinching hand, leaped high from his bed, raised his foot and kicked at the enemy in front of him, and then- fell to the ground with a thud. "Ahh The pain brought Arthas to his senses a little, and he finally noticed the sound in his ears. The voice...... Wrynn, is that you?" Arthas recalls his childhood friend, and of course his own enemy after becoming the Lich King.

"Of course it's me, or who else?Arthas, what's wrong with you? You look weird today, are you sick?" asked Urian with concern. "Wrynn, is it really you? Why are you here? What's wrong with me? Aren't we enemies? What about Tirio? What about my frost sorrow?" Arthas grabbed Wryon's arm and ran out of a flurry of questions, but still didn't look up, rubbing his forehead with his free hand - it hurt!

"What are you talking about?" Ureon was confused, "Are you stupid?Lord Tirio is now in the Great Hall waiting for the leader of the High Elves to arrive, how can we be enemies?Aren't we good friends?Frost Sorrow, what is that?Arthas, you might as well go to the Great Hall right now and let King Terenus and Archbishop Alonthos show you!" Uryon enthusiastically suggested.

Arthas finally looked up at his childhood friend, whom he hadn't seen in decades, and had not seen each other since he returned to Stormwind to succeed him as king. Oh no, maybe there were, Arthas recalled, when they had defeated two of their Vargri men in the Silver Tournament, and he suddenly appeared and threw a group of humans to Anubarak for food, and Ureon seemed to be in the stands. I don't know if he saw me then, Arthas thought to himself, maybe he just wanted me to die quickly.

The sunlight shone in through the skylight, forming pillars of light in the air, and Arthas couldn't see Urian's expression clearly, but he clearly recognized his playmate, of course, the younger version of Urian. Alsace gradually sorted out his situation - it seems...... Possible...... Maybe...... But all reality points to this inference, he was back in the age of six or seven, when Uryn had just turned fifteen, and his father had not been killed by himself, and Lordaeron was still the stronghold of human resistance against the orcs, and his teacher, as if he hadn't been knighted yet—oh yes, if it was the day of the High Elf rangers, he would have been knighted right away. He must be happy, Arthas thought to himself, but he felt as if he had lost something.

Oh, by the way, the greatsword that has been with me for seven years, the voice that haunts me. If you go back more than 20 years ago, then what about Frost Sorrow and come back with you? No, it can't be, it's only your soul and not your body that you come back, then it's impossible for Frost Sorrow to come. Where, then, was she now, still on the shores of Northrend?

Seeing that his friend was in a daze again, Urian shook him and said, "It's too late, Arthas, come with me!" "Alright, well, got it!" Arthas snatched his clothes and put them on, and his heart was a little agitated - was he going to meet those venerable elders? If he really did it all over again, he would not do anything to them, Arthas secretly decided in his heart. But what about Frost's sorrow, is it going to lose her forever? Arthas's head began to ache again.

Seeing that Arthas was dressed, Ureon took him by the hand and hurried out of the bedroom, walking around the palace with a smile until he finally came to a small door. Ureon exhaled nervously, turned to Arthas, and said, "Arthas, do you look at my outfit, is it still neat?" Arthas looked at his friend and found that he was wearing his favorite blue and white samurai suit today, and his long hair was combed back into a ponytail, which made him look particularly handsome. Arthas said with a slight mockery: "Why are you so nervous, today you are not the protagonist." With that, he pushed open the small door, and his front suddenly opened up.

The small door was the side door of the main hall of the royal palace, and when Arthas entered the main hall, he found that the hall was crowded but orderly with people. Despite the small steps that Wryon was nervously moving behind him, Arthas made his way up the steps leading to the throne and came to the throne. "Arthas, you're coming!" an old, soft voice rang in his ears. Arthas looked up at one of the most powerful men in humanity today, and at the same time his father's white-haired old man, the king of the kingdom of Lordaeron, Terenus Mineshir.

Even back a few decades ago, my father's face was still old - well, after all, when he was born, his father was already fifty years old. Somehow, Arthas's nose was sore, and he couldn't help but climb onto the throne, sitting on his father's lap, gently leaning on his father's still erect body, Arthas felt extraordinarily happy - only if he has lost it, will he understand what is the most precious thing.