Lordaeron, the weather is gloomy, the sky is full of gray-yellow turbid clouds, the northeast wind is whining and roaring, a corpse of rotting corpses is running and wandering in the city, the wind is roaring like a ghost crying wolf, and the branches of the wind are "clattering", the entire main city of Lordaeron is filled with a twilight, which is most appropriate to describe with a dead air, and the living cannot continue to survive in such an environment.

A figure slowly appeared extremely lonely in the bleak northeast wind, he was Arthas, the overseer of the undead scourge, and the master of all the undead on the continent of Lordaeron.

The brilliant golden hair was gone, replaced by long white hair, his skin had turned pale, his eyes had turned evil, his voice had become hoarse, and his whole person seemed to be ten years old, from a handsome young prince to an evil middle-aged death knight.

But one thing has not changed, the sharp aura on the body swept across the sky, and the sharpness that pierced the sky was better than before.

Long white hair fluttered in the wind, curling in front of Arthas's forehead, and the sound of stamping was heard, and Arthas's figure disappeared at the end of the ruined streets of Lordaeron.

On the outskirts of Lordaeron, it is already a barren land at this moment, every inch of scorched earth on the earth, not an inch of grass grows, half a month ago it was still full of spring and everything recovered, green shoots struggled to gush out of the land, but this qiē was all gone, this land was like a cursed land, when the dark door opened, the whole land was corroded and turned into a scorched earth, which can also be called the land dead.

Arthas had come to the outside of Lordaeron, dressed casually today, without wearing fully armed armor. The sorrow of his own saber frost hung silently from Arthas's waist. Frost Sorrow has become a part of Arthas's life, and it is impossible to separate it. Alsace will not leave the sorrow of the frost no matter when, when he eats or sleeps,

Looking at the empty and barren land around him, Arthas called softly; "Invincible!"

The voice was filled with a sense of magic, and only a roar was heard in the distance, and in the distance of the barren land, a black shadow rushed quickly. Arthas looked at his beloved companion, a gloomy face, a rare faint smile, when everyone in the world could not understand him, only Invincible was still as loyal to him as he was in life.

Invincible was resurrected by Arthas after 7 years of slumber, and his bones were joined together by psychic spells, and his former bright body had long since decayed, and now Invincible has been transformed into a skeleton warhorse, and it is no longer hungry. No more pain, no more exhaustion, it is fearless and dares to charge at anyone.

Alsace is agile. He leapt to his feet and mounted the saddle of the invincible, grabbed the reins of the invincible with one hand, and galloped across the land of Lordaeron. The pace of the long-term invincible gallop became slower, and Arthas jumped from the invincible body. Reaching out and stroking Invincible's forehead, he lowered his head. Enjoying being touched by Arthas, Arthas was invincible at the last beat, and took out the delicate urn that exuded magic from his storage space.

Pale lips squirmed, and a faint voice spread through the air,

"Father, teacher,"

A complicated look germinated in his eyes, just the day before yesterday, Arthas's teacher, Uther, the Lightbringer, was kidnapped and killed by Arthas while escorting the ashes of King Terenus.

Thinking back to Uther's eyes full of tears of love and anger, a trace of coldness filled Alsace's eyes, the complicated expression had disappeared cleanly, opened the urn, stretched out his hand and raised it towards the sky, the howling northeast wind blew coldly, and the ashes flew from the urn and scattered in the sky.

The forces of nature are fair, and do not discriminate because you are humble and noble, Terenus. Minethir, the king of Lordaeron, the lord of the Alliance, the best of the most noble people of the human race, the ashes of Minethil were floating in the sky and passing away with the wind.

With the ashes disappearing from the urn, Arthas put all the remains of Kel'thugad into the urn, and slowly put away the urn, a faint blue light in Arthas's eyes, as if it was a kind of Yaoyao appeal, the frost sorrow that hung quietly on his waist also appeared a layer of dark blue light, a monstrous momentum emanated from Arthas's body, and the soul power belonging to Arthas increased more than five times.

At this moment, Arthas's soul seemed to be sublimated, and a spiritual fluctuation crossed from a distant place and shrouded Arthas's body, and the voice of the Lich King Neozu sounded in Arthas's ears; "My faithful servant, you have not disappointed your master, go, resurrect Kel'thugad,"

"Follow the will of my great master!" Arthas loyally said that the spiritual power that left did not notice a flash of light in Arthas's eyes.

The Lich King's spiritual power is the best in the world of Azeroth, but it can't be unlimited in Northrend to the Eastern Kingdom, and the Lich King can do this, and only Arthas and Kel'thugad and others have some close connection with the Lich King, so they can allow the Lich King to come across the continent at will and convey orders.

Riding invincible, grasping the reins, Arthas quickly galloped back to the main city of Lordaeron, the future Dark City is expanded under the main city of Lordaeron, and the builder of the Dark City is the Forsaken, not Arthas, with the character of Arthas, it is impossible to take the initiative to hollow out under the main city of Lordaeron and build a dungeon.

"Go get Scott and the others together!" Arthas came to the palace hall in the main city of Lordaeron, and said in a cold voice to one of the Death Knight in charge,

In a few steps, Arthas walked to the throne, the throne that symbolizes the kingship of Lordaeron, on which a lot of dust has fallen, and the entire palace hall is ruined, and there is no longer the glory of the past.

Don't look at a lot of undead, they are makeup after death, and they still maintain their original wisdom, although they have wisdom, but the memories before their deaths have been almost emptied, and the memories are very chaotic, only some memory fragments before death, and the undead who really completely maintain the memories of their lives are all strong and have extraordinary strength.

And now these undead, wisdom has been suppressed, the power of the Lich King restricts them, the low-level undead, just cannon fodder, no consciousness at all, when the power of the Lich King is weakened in the future, they may reproduce wisdom again, but today they are just a group of unsane cannon fodder, not intelligent creatures at all.

It is impossible for them to maintain the palace hall, they are just a bunch of creatures full of destruction desires.

Arthas's order was given, and soon in the main palace hall of the main city of Lordaeron, several people gathered, no, it cannot be said that it was a person, none of them were human, and Arthas, who sat on the throne, was no longer a man, but there were several who remained in human form.

Arthas on the throne stared coldly with a pair of cold eyes, and all the people who looked at Arthas subconsciously lowered their heads, and the beating faint blue light, although it flashed away, everyone still felt oppressed, and their souls trembled.

Scott raised his head, a pair of fists clenched tightly, the green tendons on his arms jumped up, a pair of eyes flashed with infinite anger, himself, he was scared, when Arthas stared at him, Scott obviously felt that his soul was warring, and the fear from the heart made Scott subconsciously lower his head, but then Scott raised his head.

Fear, this kind of affection, absolutely impossible to appear in the hearts of noble orcs, absolutely not allowed.

Alsace looked at Scott's raised head, his cold eyes stared at Scott tightly, the dark blue light began to flourish, and the frost sorrow also reacted, and began to echo Alsace, gritting his teeth and unwilling Scott, finally lowered his head, the soul suppression was too strong, this was no longer Scott's own choice, but involuntarily, the body did not obey the order.

The monstrous anger emerged in Scott's heart, since becoming an undead, Scott still does not forget his identity as an orc, and even the obsession with being an orc, far more urgent than before death, and only when he loses it is precious, it is Scott who describes it.

Calling himself an orc everywhere, to paraphrase a popular saying, mentally abnormal,

"Damn, noble orcs will never bow their heads to anyone else," Scott roared inwardly.

"Resurrection Kel'thugad requires a powerful energy field, what do you have to build?" Arthas asked in a deep voice.

"All qiē obey your orders!" Large, monstrous humanoid spiders, lying on the ground with heavy shells, expressed their submission to Arthas.

"I hate bugs the most, especially you Anubarak," Scott had calmed down, looking at Arthas with fear, Arthas, who was promoted to the middle of the hero, was no longer something that Scott could provoke, even if Alsace used Frost Grief before, he only suppressed Scott, but this time it was no longer suppressed, but controlled.

"The worm is also stronger than you, the mongrel, and thinks that he is an orc, you don't look at you, the miscellaneous transformations on your body, it is a demon and a dragon, who believes that you are an orc," the cunning Anubarak naturally knew Scott's weakness, and a sentence directly provoked Scott's anger.

"You're killing yourself," Scott said angrily.

"Shut up," Arthas said with a cold gaze at Scott, and said with direct determination; "Choose the Well of the Sun in Quel'Thalas, the Kingdom of the High Elves."

"We don't have enough troops to attack the High Elves,"

"It's easy, take the land of Lordaeron by storm first, gather forces, and then attack Quel'Thalas," Anubaraq replied.

"What about Gilneth and Dalaran?"

"Dalaran is a guy who is greedy for life and afraid of death, he has more than enough to protect himself, he can't attack, and only Gilneth is the threat," Anubarak began to analyze as he acted as a military advisor.

"Scott Gilness has delivered it to you," Arthas ordered directly, (to be continued......