Yongge Forest, a beautiful place where the four seasons are like spring, this was originally spring, the most beautiful season of the year, however, at this moment, here, there is a cold atmosphere. It was the breath of the undead from the Northlands.

The sea breeze carried gusts of icy cold air towards Yangfan Harbor, which was originally an ice-free harbor for blood elves, but now it was full of broken corpses. Hundreds of elven guards fell under the butcher's knives of the Scourge Legion. A pair of iron boots covered with ice heavy armor fell heavily on the soft lawn, and an incomparably powerful aura of death spread from the gorgeous armor, and he crouched down, grabbed a handful of fresh dirt with his fingers covered in iron armor, gently crushed it, and then took it to his nose and sniffed it......

"Quel'Thalas, long time no see......"

The Lich King whispered softly, and he looked up into the distance, where thousands of undead soldiers were landing on the shores of Quel'Salas in ghost ships.

The Lich King raised his greatsword, and Frostmourn immediately burst into an endless blue light. The entire sea outside Yangfan Harbor suddenly formed a thick layer of frost and ice.

"Roar, roar, roar......"

In front of him, the endless army of the undead roared up, like a blue sea of the undead, and countless warriors of the Scourge Legion jumped from the ghost ship, stepped on the solid ice with their feet, like roaring beasts, and rushed to the shore. The Lich King himself led them, and after six years of lying on the beaten track of the Scourge Legion, they would destroy all of their enemies.

Like a river of death, in just two weeks, the legion was on the edge of the Eternal Song Forest. Tower of the Windranger. Arthas looked at it, thoughtful. He remembered the time when he led the Scourge army into Quel'Thalas, the Windranger, the haughty elf. He should have killed her...... And that paladin...... Yes, the mysterious knight who knows all about the Scourge Legion's line of attack. It was also he who saved Sylvanas and saved the last living force of Silvermoon City.

The Tower of the Windranger in front of him was overgrown with vines, and it looked like it had been abandoned for many years, and a sense of loneliness and desolation arose. Alsace, however, liked the feeling. He likes to watch everything wither and become a pile of ruins, and this feeling of everything disappearing is so wonderful, like an elegy in the depths of the soul, full of moving melodies.

Arthas watched the ruined tower in distraction, his army moving behind him, along the trail of death, their favorite. Rotting dirt and plague-infected animals, this is the world of the undead. A large number of ghouls and zombies lined up and walked in a chaotic pace to the south, filled with tall abomination and crypt demons, and from time to time there would be one or two greedy abominations who couldn't control their mouths, and ate the zombies and ghouls around them as food, and were reprimanded by the lich before they lowered their heads and silently returned to the team to continue moving.

They finally stopped in front of a temple. Here, several Silver Moon Guards were already trembling with fear from the huge Scourge Legion. Seven years ago, the vast Scourge legion, led by the Death Knight Arthas, slaughtered Quel'Thalas, invaded Silvermoon City, and slaughtered ninety percent of the High Elves. And now, just seven years later, the Scourge is back again. Several of the Silvermoon guards had all but given up resistance. Their eyes were filled with fear, hoping that the Lich King would let them go. Do not enslave their souls.

In fact, the Lich King has no interest in such a few weak souls, and his goal is to guard the temple with these guards. Underneath this temple lies the most powerful warriors of Silvermoon City.

Several Blood Elf guards in red armor fell to their knees, and Arthas strode in without even looking. Frost Sorrow dripped, and several Blood Elf guards didn't even dare to look at the weapon squarely. It is a sword that snatches the soul of a man.

Pushing open the heavy door, Arthas walked inside the temple. Here, each Blood Elf pioneer and hero has their own statue and inscription.

Arthas saw the new tombstones, and he approached them.

"Lotherma. Theron. ”

Arthas, the Lich King, whispered.

He seemed interested in the corpse. Without a hint of flamboyance, Arthas aimed his hand at the ground beneath the tombstone. The entire tombstone and statue shook violently, and soon, the tombstone and statue above were shattered, and the ground began to crack. In a few moments, rubble splattered from deep in the ground, like a soul extraction, and Lotherma's body was pulled out of the ground in plain sight. Like a magnet, it was attached to Alsace's hands.

Looking at the perfect corpse, Arthas smiled. That's the kind of warrior he wants. A real warrior.

With a mysterious energy infusion from the palm of Arthas's hand, the body seemed to be reborn, the blood of darkness flowing through his body, and the energy spread to every corner of the body.

The Lich King gently lowered it. Subsequently, Lotherma ...... It should be said that the dark ranger Lotherma was born.

His skin turned blue-black, and his eyes flashed with a blazing blue light, which was the fire of the dead. No temperature, but extremely powerful.

Lotherma rose back from the ground like a cold body. He blended into the surrounding army of the undead. Soon, he opened his mouth to Alsace and said, "Master......"

The Lich King smiled in satisfaction. With a wave of his dark and cold palm, the entire hall immediately trembled violently and shattered, the surrounding tombstones and statues collapsed, and beneath the temple, hundreds of dead High Elf pioneer spirits were resurrected......

They were forcibly given a second life. Now, they are servants of the Lich King. Respond to the call of the Scourge Corps.

"Now, head to Lordaeron."

Alsace's deep voice rang out. Behind him, the mighty Scourge Corps shook like a mudslide. Countless undead soldiers and crypt demons let out terrifying roars. They rushed and pounced on the land in the south that had just been purified and healed......

……

"My dear, this journey is likely to be long, I'll take a few mages with me, and if Gianna allows it, record the magic of the portal there, so that next time we come back to Theramore, we won't have to take a long trip on a long-distance ship."

At Beiliu Harbor, the ready fleet of ships for the voyage is about to depart. Ares once again handed over the management of the Order to Whitemane and Drum. Despite a hundred reluctances, Whitemane took the command. Before leaving, Ares and Sylvanas had an intimate conversation, and anyone with a discerning eye could tell what was going on. And Sylvanas didn't shy away from it, she leaned next to Ares, all smiles in her face.

Finally, the sails of the Trailblazer were hoisted, and the dock workers were ready to untie the cables. However, at this moment, the hussars arrived in a hurry.

Emergency MI...... All made way for the messengers......