"Here you are, Kergassud ......"

The voice of the dark sky echoed through the ice-like throne. In an eerie corner, Arthas, the Lich King, sits on a throne of ice and rock, looking down on the bleak Great Hall. There, a skeletal old man was walking slowly. It should be said that as a lich, he no longer has any human form, even carrion is long gone, and his body is surrounded only by eerie white bones and dark energy. Kergassud's thin body floated through the air and came to the Lich King's feet. This man he called "the king".

"Yes, Your Majesty ......"

Kergasud humbly deserved. He had already guessed the reason why he had been called today. The combined forces of humans, dwarves, and elves have slain the territory of the Viku, and the Alliance has taken the fortress.

In the next second, the Lich King's words confirmed Kergassud's conjecture.

"You should know why I called you, that paladin has led his motley army to conquer the stronghold of the Viku, Utgard Castle. As the commander-in-chief of the Northrend Front Corps, what do you have to explain about this? ”

Arthas's low, cold words echoed through the frozen hall. If Kergassud still had flesh and blood, Arthas would surely be able to see the expression on his face. But the lich didn't, it floated like a corpse, with only two bits of cold fire on its face. That's just the eyes of the dead. Deep and eerie.

"I am to blame, Your Majesty."

Kergassud replied tremblingly.

The Lich King didn't doubt his loyalty, but the Scourge had suffered repeated setbacks and needed some means to turn the tide of the situation. There are other forces in Northrend that can be united, and there are other forces in Azeroth that can be united, but this will obviously take time...... Arthas had Kergassud come here so that the loyal lich could make some time for him.

"Then tell me what you can do."

Arthas, the Lich King, commanded. He was still sitting on the rock, the ice freezing and hanging upside down as if he hadn't stepped down from his throne in centuries.

"Your Majesty, although the armies that have set foot in Northrend are numerous and powerful, they are not a single entity. They are the ...... of tribes and alliances"

The ghostly voice of Kergasud echoed through the ice-like temple.

"Go on."

Alsace commanded.

"My plan is to divide and disintegrate them. On the outskirts of Lordaeron, there is a special army, or a special species, that were once your Majesty's people, but later broke away from your rule under the leadership of a certain apothecary. This group of people is sparsely numbered and almost forgotten, and they have a similar name - the Forsaken. ”

"I know, those betrayers."

Arthas groaned.

"Yes, it is the deceased, my king, who are now part of the tribe."

Kergassud said coldly.

"When did the tribe start dealing with the dead?"

"Not so long ago. For the sake of profit......"

The lich replied. His bony jaws quivered slightly, proving that the voice was from him, not someone else.

"My plan is to incite the Forsaken to attack Lordaeron."

"As you just said, these traitors are very few in number, and they are almost not combative, so how can they capture Lordaeron? What's more, these weak undead, why did they attack Lordaeron? Get a real death? ”

"These Forsaken are few in number, but they have the support of the Horde, and in fact, these Forsaken are the Horde's eyeliner on the territory of the Alliance. There could be no real peace between the Horde and the Alliance, and Thrall didn't want the Forsaken to join the Horde, but for the sake of the Tribe's future, the High Chief finally agreed to such a request. Although the Forsaken are few in number, their combat effectiveness should not be underestimated. Your Majesty, do you remember how many elite rangers died in battle at the fall of Quel'Thalas? These people are the main fighters of the Forsaken. A few of them are even banshees......"

Kergassud spoke, and the Lich King remained silent, acquiescing to him continuing.

"Moreover, the Forsaken still have deadly weapons like the plague, but they hide these weapons very deeply, and they will not take them out easily until the last moment."

Krgasud continued.

"Then why did they attack Lordaeron?"

Alsace's question was simple. From beginning to end, he sat high on the Frozen Throne, looking down on the Lich in front of him. Those were his most loyal people. Without Kergassud, Arthas knew it would not have been possible to get to where it is today.

"To survive, Your Majesty. 30,000 Forsaken were compressed and gathered in the town of Deathknell, where there were no maggots in ruins. In order to survive, the Forsaken want to return to Lordaeron, the rich homeland. In fact, the Forsaken are where they are today, and it's all thanks to that paladin. ”

"Ares?"

Arthas, the Lich King, asked.

Speaking of Ares, Arthas, the Lich King, was clearly interested. He remembered the great battle, under the city of Lordaeron, there were only 20,000 defenders of Lordaeron, facing a million undead, but under the leadership of Ares, Lordaeron dragged until the Alliance and the Night Elves reinforcements arrived.

If it weren't for Ares, Arthas knew that he would have become the true king of Lordaeron......

"Yes, it's that paladin."

Kergassud continued—

"Back then, when Lordaeron was in ruins, the Scarlet Crusaders held control of the land and were the only armed force in Lordaeron. At that time, the plague of the Scourge nearly destroyed the living force of the Scarlet Crusade, and it was Ares who ventured to negotiate with the Forsaken in exchange for an antidote to the Scarlet Crusade. However, when the leader of the Forsaken asked for a place to live, Ares refused. Even, after Ares left Lordaeron, the Scarlet Crusaders slaughtered the Forsaken. Forcing the Forsaken to wander for a long time, trapped in that small part of Deathknell. It can be said that the Forsaken hated Ares and Ares' army to the core. ”

"So they've been looking for revenge all these years?"

The Lich King's deep voice rang out.

"Yes, desperately longing, but not having the chance."

Kergassud replied in a ghostly voice, and Arthas could almost imagine the expression on his face if he had flesh.

But that didn't matter, now that his goal was clear, and that the Lich King had allowed such a plan and course of action, he was ready to sit on his throne and watch Kergassud put on another good show. Back then, even the demon lord could deceive, a few humans, a few dead, what to worry about.

"I'll let Darien go with you on a mission, but this time, make sure it happens. Remember your promise, Kergasud. ”

Alsace said. Immediately, he rose from the frozen throne, and the ice slag all over his body was shaken, and several ice picks fell on his head. With heavy steps, the ghostly body of the Lich King Arthas faded into the darkness, leaving behind the faint sound of footsteps, and even Kergassud did not know where his king had gone.