Ten thousand years have passed since the heavens fell apart, the once glorious elven civilization has sunk to the bottom of the sea, and the trolls, the former rulers of the world of Azeroth, have also decayed, leaving only scattered tribes scattered around the world. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoThe valiant warriors of the Alliance and the Horde Alliance, after crushing the Burning Legion's yet another encroachment on the world of Azeroth, set their sights on the Far North, still ruled by the undead scourge.

In the northwest corner of the Northrend continent is the perennially cold and terrifying, ice-capped glacier. High in the heart of Icecrown stands a fortress made of ice and Saron Iron, the fortress of Arthas, the ruler of the Scourge Legion, the former human prince and now the Lich King. At this moment, the demon who had killed his father, betrayed his country and people, and made all the living want to kill him as quickly as possible, was sitting on the throne at the top of the fortress, and at his feet was a huge white bone dragon, like a small dog, with a head about the size of a throne clinging to the cold leggings of Arthas's armor - if the undead could feel the cold.

Arthas stroked a helmet with his left hand, revealing his still young and handsome face, but somewhat stiff, his long white hair fluttering in the wind, and suddenly muttered, "It's finally here." As if hearing Arthas's whisper, the dragon under his feet suddenly opened his eyes, of course, the white bone dragon has no eyelids, the so-called opening of the eyes is just two points of dark blue cold light in the hollow and huge eye sockets. "Go!" Arthas patted the bone dragon's head lightly. The bone dragon rubbed Arthas's palm with some attachment, bowed its head and took a few steps back in a respectful manner, before soaring into the sky and disappearing into the tall dome of the fortress. In the huge palace, only Alsace was left alone.

"Is it worth it? regret it? A pleasant voice rang out from the side of the throne. Arthas looked sideways at a large two-handed sword leaning against the armrest of his throne. The silver-white sword body was carved with several lines of runes, a faint blue light covered the entire greatsword, the gauntlet above the hilt was square and straight, just like the knight's sword used by paladins, and a huge claw demon's head wrapped around the gauntlet, and the corners of the demon's mouth exuded an evil smile. Arthas sighed inwardly, and couldn't help but stroke the hilt of his two-handed sword - once upon a time, he was also an upright paladin!

"Humility, honesty, mercy, valor, justice, sacrifice, honor, spirit. My dear master, I don't think there is a more qualified paladin in this world than you. As if sensing Arthas's thoughts, the voice recited the Paladin's Eight Rules, and then slapped a small ass. Arthas's mood seemed to be much more cheerful, and he smiled slightly, and said, "How come, whether it is the Silver Hand or the Scarlet Crusader, there are many respectable paladins in it! Moreover, I am still far from my teacher......"

The pleasant voice seemed to be a little anxious, and hurriedly said: "How come, you have already surpassed him, at that time in Andohar, didn't you kill him with a sword?" Arthas smiled bitterly and said, "How could I defeat my teacher without your help?" The voice insisted: "Even without me, you will definitely be able to defeat that old man." My master, you are my hand-picked, the best person in the world, if you say anything that is not as good as others, it is to deny my vision, you know?"

Arthas smiled and patted the head of the Sheep's Horn Demon on his two-handed sword, as if comforting a child who had lost his temper, and said, "Got it." However, the best people in the world seem to be in a desperate situation right now!" Arthas slowly raised his head, listening to a terrible cry that resounded throughout the Icecrown Fortress. "Sindagosa......" Arthas murmured. The voice was a little cheerful, and said with a little resentment: "Hmph, that guy is finally dead." Arthas smiled bitterly and said, "What, are you happy that she died?" The voice said: "Of course, who told her to stick to you every day, obviously it's just a pile of bones, does she think she's a kitten and a puppy?"

Arthas stroked the demon head and said, "Okay, now let's think about how to deal with the enemy in front of you!" The demon head's lips trembled slightly, and it turned out that the voice that was talking to Arthas came from this: "That's not easy, I'll suck out all their souls, and then chop them to pieces, and turn them into hatred for us to guard the door, okay?" Arthas smiled, knowing that this was not child's play. However, he looked at the coalition forces at the end of the corridor that were breaking through the heavy defense line of ghouls and gargoyles, and finally shook his head and said, "Forget it, I'm tired, just let them get their wish......"

An anxious voice rang out: "Master, what do you mean by this, are you tired of being with me?" Arthas said softly, "When I first set foot in Northrend to find you, I just wanted to find a powerful force that could fight against the undead legions and protect my remaining people. However, after meeting you, I had a bolder idea, if I used you to devour the soul of Naozu and then control the army of the undead, could I devise a way to resurrect the dead? But after so much time, groups of undead stood up, but they lost their memories and emotions and became the walking dead. I don't want to work any harder, it turns out that what I did was wrong, and I'm going to end it with my death. ”

"No!" the voice cried, "I won't allow you to do this! You're already an undead, how can you kill yourself?Besides, even if you die, it won't end, I'll control the army of the undead and sweep the whole world!Arthas! If you die, I'll do it!" Arthas didn't answer, but looked amusefully at an old man who rushed ahead of the coalition army, holding a golden holy sword and slashing hard. "You say, if it was the Ember Bringer, it would have been able to destroy you, right?" Arthas said suddenly.

The voice said in a tone of disbelief, "Master, are you really going to leave me, and you want to destroy me......?" Master, you can't do without me!" Arthas stood up, raised his greatsword slightly, aimed the blade at his throat, and whispered, "How can I be willing to destroy you, but when I die, Tirio will do it, right?" The voice cried, "No! Arthas, you can't do this! Damn, who's going to stop him!" Arthas smiled lightly at the corner of his mouth, and the sharp greatsword slowly slashed his throat.

No blood was shed, after all, Arthas was already a dead man. However, the greatsword in his hand possessed the ability to drain souls, and Arthas could clearly feel his vitality slowly flowing from the wound and infusing it into the greatsword. "That's enough, stop! this abominable ability! don't suck it anymore!" the voice roared, but couldn't stop it. Eventually, Arthas's body could no longer stand, and he collapsed limply on the icy ground of the Icecrown Fortress. "It's been seven years, and finally, can you feel the cold......" Arthas lay on his back, watching the dome slowly turn into darkness, and then lost consciousness. At this moment, the coalition forces also broke through the last line of defense of the undead legion and came to the Frozen Throne.

"Alsace, for committing a lot of crimes...... What's going on?" As soon as the declaration of judgment of the High Lord Tirio began, he discovered that the target of the crusade had committed suicide. Arthas's former best friend, Muradine of the Dwarven Kingdom, rushed out of the crowd and picked up Arthas on the ground, tears welling up in his eyes - before attacking Icecrown, he had imagined countless times that the two of them would meet, thinking about what language to use to question Arthas's betrayal, and how Arthas would respond to him, until he saw this scene, he realized that his best friend was gone, and he didn't even give himself a chance to ask for a reason.

The owner of the Blackebon Fortress, High Lord Darien Mograine, said to Tirio, "The Lich King is dead, and as a Death Knight I can sense that his soul is gone. Tirio nodded, unwilling to admit that the Lich King had committed suicide, but said, "This is a great victory! The cowardly Lich King was forced to commit suicide by the Coalition! Tirio raised the Ashbringer in his hand and walked towards Arthas, falling to the ground with his sword in both hands.

Suddenly, a cold wind blew, and everyone, including Tirio, was frozen in a thick block of ice, unable to move. A delicate woman with long black hair and a long blue dress appeared in the middle of the hall. "Who are you?" asked Tirio, wrapped in a thick block of ice, with his eyes in his eyes. The woman moved lightly to Arthas's corpse, knelt on the ground, picked up his head, put it on her lap, and gently arranged his scattered white hair, ice blue tears continued to slide down her cheeks, dripping on Arthas's already cold body. After a while, the woman smiled and said, "Master, do you think you can get rid of me in this way? Hmph, from the moment you pull me out, we will never be separated! Since you regret what you have done, let it all start again, as you wish!As long as we are together, I don't care what the world will be!" As soon as the words fell, the woman and Arthas disappeared in place, leaving only the huge two-handed sword, which slowly broke in two.

In the long river of time, the dragon of time, Nozdorm, was collecting his favorite antiques, and suddenly, Nozdorm sneezed heavily and roared, "Huh, someone has intruded into the flow of time?" and then turned into a human form, caressing the hourglass on his shoulder and slowly searching. After a long time, Nozdorm frowned and whispered, "Strange, is it my delusion?" Alas, it seems that this trip is too long, let's go back and rest!" The careless time dragon disappeared in place, not noticing that not far behind him, a drop of water jumped up from one tributary of time and fell into another.