As the long night passed, the morning sun rose in the Tirisfal woodland, and the insects and birds seemed to be faintly heard from afar. But compared to the scene of revival in the distance, the more than 3,000 black-robed and black-armored troops commanded by Arthas were unusually silent, and this silence brought a sense of immobility to the guards at the head of Lordaeron, and they didn't expect that His Royal Highness the Prince, who had only been out of the army for a short time, would be able to bring out such a force that made them feel terrified just by looking at it.

Lordaeron's royal power looks like it's going to be more secure.

But perhaps no one noticed that the grass and wild flowers, and even the land itself, had been turned into a dead silence on either side of the stone-paved road, where His Royal Highness's troops had lined up.

"Doggle ......" The four sturdy guards pushed the winch and slowly drove the heavy city gate made of a mixture of Thursilver and Mithril, and Antonidas himself attached several protective magic to it, was opening little by little, different from the strange sense of slaughter of the phalanx led by Arthas, the citizens in the city who spontaneously came to welcome the road early let out a shocking cheer after seeing the strict appearance of the troops led by Arthas.

This separation separates the noise from the silence, and life from death, but when the gates, which were wide enough for three carriages to travel, were opened, this clear dividing line lost its original purpose.

The bell of Lordaeron was ringing, a bell to congratulate His Royal Highness on the triumph of the prince, and the last line of "defense" except for the iron fence of the sewers, the thick drawbridge that connected the outer city walls was completely lowered, which made the royal city of Lordaeron completely open to its prince......

"Look! it's the Prince of Arthas!"

"Oh! Praise the Light! His Royal Highness has finally entered the city!"

"It's really His Royal Highness the Prince!"

The townspeople cheered, whether they were nobles or poor, or ordinary people, and they all knew at this moment that the plague that had caused great harm to the kingdom would be completely eradicated by the treasures that the Prince of Arthas had brought back from Northrend, and even better, the young, promising, upright, kind, The fair and humble prince is still a powerful paladin, and the old king Terenus has also reported more than once that he is about to abdicate, and it is foreseeable that this brilliant young prince will soon inherit the throne of Lordaeron and sit firmly on it!

Everyone expected the righteous prince to ascend to the throne by destroying the spirits of the dead entrenched in Andorhar and Stratholme, and to lead Lordaeron back to its former glory.

At this time, the appearance of the five riders quietly leaving through the side door did not let anyone notice, because the scout team sent out to confirm the situation after spotting the beacon fire in Anaheim City on the watchtower of the tower two hours earlier, considering that the Alsace troops had just landed on the northern coast, the beacon fire was burning on the back foot of the city, which seemed a bit inexplicable to the rulers of the royal city.

The Tirisfal Glade was the core area of Lordaeron's rule, and the city of Anaheim was at the foot of the Abbey of Light, and Baron Edran had continuously fortified the city, so it was hard for them to imagine what would be worthy of their beacon fire, so many people thought that maybe it was just a joke or a misunderstanding, but despite this, they cautiously sent five scouts to confirm what was going on.

But I'm afraid that even the person who gave this order and the five riders themselves did not expect that this parting was actually a separation of life and death.

In Arthas's spiritual network through Frost Sorrow, his faithful guardian Farrick asks, "A rat has escaped, do you want to kill it?"

"No, let's go into town. ”

The pale Arthas lowered his hood and stepped into the doorway of the city gate first, where Faric, also wrapped in a black cloak, and another of Arthas's friends, Marvien, were behind Arthas, and there were several others dressed like them, their silence and indifference contrasted with the cheering citizens.

No one cared why His Highness was not in high spirits after the triumph, but judging from the indifference exuded by His Highness and the troops he led, it was undoubtedly an elite force of a hundred battles! This made the citizens even more happy, but in fact, they only needed to know that the treasure brought back by His Royal Highness could save Lordaeron.

The citizens excitedly threw countless rose petals, but Arthas's eyes under the hood were only dead silence, he looked up slightly with a silent expression, looking at the petals flying in the sky, he stretched out his hand wearing protective gear to catch a petal falling in front of him.

The original bright ruddy rose petals were clearly designed to welcome the return of Alsace, and not long after they were picked, Alsace could even see a trace of water on the petals to preserve their freshness.

It's ridiculous.

The petals lying in the palm of the leather goods quickly lost their color, it withered, it withered, it dried, and in just a few seconds, the original bright red petals completely lost their vivid appearance, and Alsace's fingers rubbed lightly, and the lifeless petals completely turned into pieces, and finally scattered with more petals falling from the sky......

From birth to death, that's it.

The cheers of the citizens grew louder and louder as His Royal Highness slowly marched forward, and no one noticed that the air around them seemed to be getting colder, because everyone cheered feverishly, and even if anyone found out, it would not be a big deal, because they were only concerned that His Royal Highness had brought back the treasure that had saved them, but what that treasure was, no one even knew.

Who would ask themselves what this treasure is?

Walking slowly from the city gate through the solid masonry floor to the high-grade marble paving King's Street, Arthas watched the palace where he had been born and lived for more than ten years getting closer and closer to him, and he himself thought that he would have some nostalgic distractions, but he did not have the slightest wave in his heart.

After becoming a Death Knight, all he saw was the Soul Vision, to put it simply, the Death Knight's vision was only black and white, the colors and cheers in the world of the living had nothing to do with him, and the majestic "home" that gave birth to him and raised him looked like a garbage heap made of a mess of stones.

Possessing the power of death means that everything about the living has nothing to do with him, even though he is still a living person who exudes the aura of death and coldness.

"Bang!"

The royal guard opened the door to the Hall of Vision, but Arthas, as if tired of role-playing games, easily pushed the one-man thick wooden door open to the maximum, smashing it against the whitewashed wall, leaving a shallow mark and dust spilling from the doorframe.

Under the astonished gaze of the royal guard, His Royal Highness strode to the center of the hall, and knelt down on one knee with his sword in front of him.

The aged King Terenus sat on his throne, and because of the early hour, he was a little sleepy as he used to be, and he came back to his senses when Arthas pushed the door open with a loud voice.

Terenus's wrinkled face finally smiled, a smile he hadn't seen in a while.

The kingdom of Lordaeron seems to be powerful, but it is also full of disasters, since the birth of his son Arthas, Terenus has been busy building momentum for his son, after withstanding the siege of the orcs, followed by the post-war recovery in the country, and then many aristocratic problems have emerged, almost a moment can make the old king feel easy. And since the outbreak of the plague, bad news has come one after another, and the negotiations with the nobles have been lowered again and again, and the euphemistic refusals heard from foreign ambassadors again and again, and then to the son's farewell...... All this made the old king even more exhausted.

So now, Terenus saw Arthas, his son returning from Northrend, much to the old king's total relaxation and pride in his son. The burden of a country can finally be shared by trustworthy people, as long as he holds on for a few more years and teaches Arthas well, the rest of the matter can be entrusted to him and his courtiers.

King Terenus propped himself up with his withered hands, and said lovingly: "O my son, you will not sacrifice yourself for your people any more, you will not have to bear the heavy burden of the crown, I have arranged everything. ”

Arthas also stood up, and he strode up the steps of the throne along the red carpet of precious velvet, which seemed to outsiders to the aid of his son, who could not bear to see his elderly father's trembling stance.

What a picture of father's love and filial piety.

But no one could have imagined that as soon as Arthas stepped forward, the two guards wrapped in black robes who followed him also began to walk to both sides, and several black-robed people waiting outside the door also began to pour into this hall of insight.

Everyone felt as if something was wrong.

"What are you doing, my child?" Tyrenus felt a little wrong as Arthas strode forward, because he felt endless coldness in the air around him, and at first he thought that he was too old and weak to resist the erosion of time even in such a luxurious winter coat, but when Arthas stood in front of him with his long sword full of freezing air, Tyrenus's face was full of consternation.

Facing the old king's stunned eyes, Arthas grabbed him by the collar and said emotionlessly: "Inherit your throne, my father ......"

Frost Sorrow pierced King Terenus's chest without a hint of hindrance, the old king did not die immediately, he felt his few little life force running out rapidly, and he could even feel something terrible that he could not escape from tugging at his soul!

In the last moments of Terenus's life, fear seemed to be engraved on his originally kind face, and the invisible hand grabbed his throat, no matter how loudly he cried out, but all he let out was a cough like a lack of oxygen, and he didn't even have the strength to struggle, and he was completely cut off......

Arthas kicked the corpse away, and the old king's soul was swallowed into the shiny sword along with the magic sword he had drawn, the first soul that Frost Sorrow had swallowed since he came to the continent of Lordaeron, and it was very dissatisfied with such an old and useless soul, and it shook gently as if urging its bearer to feed it quickly.

Arthas took one last look at the limp corpse on his throne, he pulled back his hood, exposing his emaciated, pale face to death for the first time in the air of Lordaeron, and he turned to watch as the "guards" he brought back strangle the recalcitrant royal guards with great difficulty......

"This kingdom of the living is about to be destroyed, and from this ruin we will give birth to a paradise for the dead, and it will shake everything in this world once and for all!" Arthas said as if he had chanted a spell, raising the Frost Grief and slamming into the bricks in front of the throne, reverberating his command beneath the ground along with the control that no other dead could refuse.

"Revive, Warriors of the Scourge Legion...... Weep, dying and struggling living, soon, soon, I will turn this world into a fertile ground of death, I will become the master of the world, and all those who dare to challenge me will die......"

The solemn hall of the Confession began to shake in its entirety, the royal palace as a symbol of majesty began to shake in its entirety, and the royal city of Lordaeron began to shake in its entirety......

In everyone's puzzled gaze, the ground began to crack with the earthquake-like tremor, and the tyrannical power of death seemed to destroy the entire Lordaeron Royal City, but in the next second, such a tremor ended inexplicably. But before the people could react, countless monsters like spiders crawled out of the ground, and outside the city, more than 3,000 dead troops who had already been preparing to attack instantly poured into the open city gate, crossed the thick drawbridge, and killed the panicked citizens......

The bells of the bell tower still echo, but this time it was more like an elegy for the fall of a kingdom......

......

Time goes back a few days later.

When Tirio was the first to step out of the uncomfortable portal, he found that the interior of the Lordaeron Mage Tower, which was supposed to be magnificent, noble, full of wisdom and tranquility, was now a mess!

After Muradin's step out of the portal, he didn't care about any discomfort, he clenched the weapon in his hand and exclaimed, "Oh my God!

As for Adlan, he staggered to his feet, and looked at the scene in front of him, he felt a deep sigh, and in the end, he still couldn't change the catastrophe......

The mages who had been dressed in ornate mage robes, the servants and apprentices who were dressed plainly, the soldiers who wore the Lordaeron armor, and some of the ordinarily dressed citizens behind them...... Now they are all the living dead with godless eyes and withered bodies......

These zombies wandered blindly, and were alarmed by the appearance of Tirio, who suddenly transmitted the breath of a born, and the eyes that were originally godless instantly appeared with the ghost of the undead! The person who was a mage in front of him has now become a caster of death, and the person who is a soldier in front of him has now become a guardian of darkness, and even those innocent civilians have become ghouls one by one......

Edlan quickly completed the blessing of the three-person buff state, and the two old warriors threw an appreciative look at him, because Adelan's understanding of the Holy Light has reached a new level, and the effect of the "BUFF" he added has been improved again, which may be the reason why the inexplicable thing has been completely removed after the Red Dragon Queen has conditioned her body.

Now Edlan can do 100MP skills no longer need 200, or even 500MP to use, only 100 can be used, he finally completely got rid of that inexplicable waste, although not by his own strength in exchange, but it does not prevent him from being happy, because in this era of imminent turmoil, there is nothing more reassuring than his own strength to be improved.

Soon, under the wrath of Tirio, Muradin, and Edlan, these low-level monsters who had just been transformed into undead embraced death again, and Adelan was very happy to bring peace to these dead with the holy energy in his body, burning their corpses to ashes to prevent them from being desecrated again.

After making sure that there were no living people in the tower, which had been a symbol of mystery and wisdom, the three of them stepped out of the Mage Tower and were greeted by a view that looked like hell......

The majestic and flower-filled Royal City of Lordaeron has now become a paradise for the dead, with ghouls, crypt demons, banshees, and other undead monsters roaming around, and you can imagine what kind of carnage it has experienced before!

"Look!" Muradin pointed in one direction, which was the direction of the palace's harem.

The three people present could clearly sense that there were fluctuations caused by the collision of energy in that direction, indicating that there were still people resisting in that direction, and in this dead city, such movement was too obvious.

"That direction...... Could it be that His Majesty is organizing the final resistance?" Tirio instantly made up the idea that Arthas led the siege of the city, and the outnumbered defenders retreated into the palace under the leadership of King Terenus, using the terrain to make a final battle with the enemy.

"We have to save someone!" Muradin's stocky body leaped to his feet and slammed into the dense mass of undead monsters on the ground.

Followed by Tirio, who seemed to have already filled up his anger when he rushed into the group of undead, the slash caused by the rapid swing of the Sky Warrior's Blade quickly formed a multi-faceted damage, and under the continuous slashing of the two hero-level warriors, the ground that was originally covered by dense undead and could not stand at all was rediscovered......

But at the back of Edlan was very painful, the paladin's shortcomings of short legs were exposed when he didn't have a war horse, and he could only run at a regular speed to keep up with the two angry warriors, and if there was any undead who didn't have long eyes along the way to lean over, what was waiting for it was the excesses of the Holy Energy......

Soon after, under the opening of two tireless "perpetual motion machines", the three of them successfully cleared the aimless wandering undead along the way, and arrived at the periphery of the palace.

When Edlan finally ran here, he found that Tirio had just pulled the Sky Warrior Blade from the body of a death knight with a look of disgust, and he noticed that Tirio and Muradin had fought all the way down not only did they not even take a few breaths, but they didn't even see many beads of sweat.

The greater the difference in strength level, it is almost a crushing existence. If it is changed to the feeling in the game, it should be that the undead monsters currently entrenched in the city of Lordaeron should be at the highest level of more than 20, and Tirio and Muradin are two veteran warriors who have long been level 60, and above level 60, there is also a ladder level, and if this ladder level corresponds to the hero level, there should be almost 1000 levels now, right?

Therefore, this seemingly endless undead monster is just a mustard in front of the two warriors whose strength level can already ignore the existence of low-level numbers.

I have to mention here that undead like this who have just transformed from corpses into zombies, ghouls or even death knights, their disadvantage is that they are not strong enough, from the living to the dead, these monsters also need a certain amount of time to adapt to their new bodies. New powers and new environments, this has led to the fact that in addition to the armies brought back by Arthas and directly controlled and the Northrend's specialty crypt demons, the undead transformed in Lordaeron are all just walking corpses with no souls, and they don't even want to waste mental power to control the new death knights, let alone the necromancers who have been lurking here for a long time.

This also led to the fact that the two veteran warriors were able to almost kill through this dense sea of the undead so easily.

Now, under the slashing of Tirio and Muradin, several death knights and several necromancers have been re-killed, and this undead army that still has a certain amount of attack power has been completely paralyzed.

At this time, through the flag, the three of them found that guarding the gate of the back palace were the righteous guards led by the guardian Magros, who also belonged to the subordinate detachment of the Knights of the Silver Hand, and the number was only a dozen, but all the paladins and the remaining royal guards still held on here for a long time.

When the three of them spoke with this Magros, they learned that the reason why this place is still stable is because there is still a person here who can give hope to Lordaeron, and her presence is the courage of all Lordaeron citizens to resist.

Her name is Kalia Minehir, the eldest princess of the kingdom of Lordaeron, who is now the first heir to the throne after Arthas's murder of her father.

P.S1: Honestly, when I heard that the glass slag was going to be whitewashed by 2234, he wanted to create an Azeroth in the realm of the dead, in fact, to better fight the Burning Legion, which really made me feel very ...... The egg hurts. was originally a very full character, but he was instantly lost to his soul by this news.

P.S2: Blizzard's setting of "Filthy Earth Reincarnation" is really too pitfalls, so I'll use the topic to play it......