The sunset of the Alliance, Terenus. Minethil II was gasping for breath, Carlos. Barov is propping up the collapsed edifice with his arms.

The Lich King Neozu has also discovered it, and even without it, it can be destroyed, and the most threatening organization for the Burning Legion and the Scourge is disintegrating itself.

Because the biggest incentive for the alliance———— the tribes, has died out.

Although Orgrim. The Hammer of Destruction, the Great Chief of this tribe is still alive, and the tribe he holds dear to him is essentially gone.

If it weren't for the fact that Kil'Gardan's coercion was equivalent to a guillotine and a decapitation axe, Neozu really didn't need to do so much superfluous things, and it would only take twenty years for the Northrend Rioters to level Azeroth.

It's a pity that there aren't so many ifs.

The Burning Legion has been waiting for tens of thousands of years, but it is unwilling to give the Lich King twenty more days.

According to Naozu's own calculations, the corruption of Arthas should be a deeper, more subtle spiritual assimilation.

But the world is fair, Malfurion and his wife are deep in the pit of the Night Elves, Carlos is dragged down by the maelstrom called the Alliance, and even the Elder Gods are doing their best to break free from the cage.

Kil'Gardan's urging orders are issued three times a day, and he can no longer tolerate Nai Ozu's calm layout as a second or fifth boy.

So luring Arthas all the way to the Dragonbone Wilderness, Naozu was ready for a violent seizure.

Exquisite Legion craftsmanship, triple the weight of soul fragments, selected from the finest Evil Iron Ingot in the Saron Mine as the base, from the careful forging of the Soul Oven.

This frost sorrow can be called the strongest in the parallel world.

Without Stratholme's slaughter of the city, without step-by-step hatred, who said that the great filial son would not be the Lich King.

Using the legendary Fountain of Youth, Naozu lured Arthas into a world of ice and snow.

With harsh environments, brutal monsters, and the plague of the undead, Arthas has fewer and fewer soldiers around him, and both fugitives and loyalists are getting worse and worse.

Especially this time, Arthas didn't have Muradin by his side.

In order to explore the treasure trove of Titans, Brian. Copperbeard appealed to his brother for help, and Muradin, after asking Arthas and Terenus to resign, plunged into the Badlands with his brother.

Then Alsace went to sea.

Landing on the Howling Crags and heading north, the sparsely populated human settlements entertained their prince with plenty of enthusiasm and a small amount of food.

Unbeknownst to Arthas, Neozu's minions had spread throughout Northrend, and that these remnants of humanity were just trying to confuse the pawns he had left behind.

In the mouths of these pioneers of the Northern Rift, a true image of the "Fountain of Eternal Life" was gradually fleshed out and perfected.

Alsace's heart is also becoming more and more determined.

Neither the Ice Giant Worm nor the Kobold Tribe could stop Arthas, nor were the undead monsters and the giant Centaur Mammoths a match for the Human Legion.

Arthas unconsciously shouted the paladin's ancestral slogan: "Holy Light, that enemy is worth fighting!" ”

The further north you go, the stronger the enemy becomes.

After clearing up a group of kobolds who wanted to use the legion as food, a medium-sized half-human mammoth rushed out, and it rushed into the crowd and shouted a bipolar reversal, instantly stunning more than thirty soldiers, revealing a hideous and bloodthirsty look.

However, Arthas was a disciple of Uther, and his martial arts teacher was Muradin, who was the strongest paladin of the younger generation.

With a hammer in hand, Arthas charged forward and fought the half-human mammoth before killing it.

It's really a hearty battle.

As the number of wounded and killed increased, and the stock of supplies and armaments became dwindling, even Prince Lordaeron's escort began to fluctuate.

But Arthas didn't care, he only had the belief in moving forward.

For, father.

Also for ......

To this end, Neozu even drove the undead soldiers to drive a herd of Northland bighorn deer to Arthas and his legions.

The smell of barbecued meat and the warmth of fur temporarily soothe restless hearts.

The journey continues.

After a long journey, covered in frost and snow all the way, under the silent gaze of Naozu, Arthas and his party came to a mysterious cave entrance.

The soldiers' spirits were tense to the extreme, and Arthas also felt a subtle sense of unease.

However, there is no choice but to move forward.

The caves exude an eerie calm, and the desolate snowfields make it impossible for soldiers to even gather enough firewood to make torches.

But none of this is a problem.

"O Holy Light, guide your followers forward!"

Alsace was at the forefront of the line.

Go to the deepest part of the cavern, an empty enough pit to hold all the soldiers, with a towering stone platform in the center.

An unusually powerful revenant guards an ominous sword.

Behind the dead soul and the sword, a dreamlike spring sprayed with golden water, which flowed out of the mystery and into the void.

Although there is no evidence that it is the legendary Fountain of Eternal Life, everyone is still boiling.

This way...... It's worth it.

Then, greed began to grow.

His Majesty the Prince has brought back the Fountain of Eternal Life for the King, and we can take a sip of it.

That's the Fountain of Eternal Life!

Hunger, thirst, fear, suspicion, greed.

The Lich King used just a vision to draw out the negative emotions of mortals.

Arthas strides forward, hammer in hand, ready to face the souls of the swords and springs.

However, the hideous-looking soul seemed to sense Arthas's approach, and looked up, as if time had turned back on it, and the mottled and detached body repossessed, and a majestic and resolute figure appeared before everyone.

It was the image of a man who was more decent and stronger than Uther.

"Are you the chosen child?"

The Revenant asked.

Suddenly, jealousy began to spread.

The Revenant asked again, then turned sideways and gave way.

"Come on, test your fate."

Arthas was suspicious and did not move.

"Come, meet your fate."

This time, with the help of Kel'thugad, Naozu, and even that one, Arthas finally took a crucial step.

Unleashing his strength, the divine hammer landed, gripping the hilt of his sword, and a huge cyclone blew away the Lich King's illusions.

Where there is an immortal guardian, where there is a fountain of youth, only filthy blood flows, and restless bones are restless.

For the first time, the undead Scourge reveals its true colors.

Fear began to flow.

Arthas's eyes were closed, and under his eyelids were rapidly shaking pupils, and his spirit was pulled, indoctrinated, and ravaged.

Eventually, the will of mortals could not stop the Lich King's control, and Arthas opened his eyes and pulled out the Frost Grief.

Great fear engulfed the human soldiers present.

The first sacrifices, they were competent.

"Frost's sorrow is hungry."

Arthas, who has become the plaything of the Lich King, utters his first words after becoming a Death Knight.

Neozu let out a soulful laugh on the Icecrown Glacier, above the Frozen Throne, but it didn't realize that in the heart of Arthas, in the pact between blood and the shadows, a deeper darkness concealed a vague will.

Anomaly Warcraft Sightings

Anomaly Warcraft Sightings