Boom! Boom! Boom!

The melodious ringing of bells throughout the royal city of Lordaeron usually marks a major event, such as a royal wedding, the triumphant return of a soldier, or the birth of an heir. Today's bell rings to celebrate the triumphant return of the Prince of Alsace and the soldiers of the Northern Expedition.

The gray-haired King Terenus, who was in his late sixties, had already received a secret letter from his son, in which the prince carefully described all the details of the expedition: how he investigated the origins of the plague, hunted down the necromancer, discovered the true mastermind in Stratholme, and pursued him all the way to the Northlands to finally kill the mastermind. In addition to this, the prince also severely condemned the inaction of Uther, the head of the Knights of the Silver Hand, in Stratholme.

"Father, I can guess what Uther said to you after Stratholme, and I am equally saddened by having to slaughter my own people, but if I don't make that decision, the whole of Eastern Oro will be out of control, and we will face dozens of times the undead of our soldiers. Please give me a chance to meet with you individually and explain all of this in person. ”

The prince, dressed in armor and cloak, and his face under the helmet could not be seen clearly, strode towards the inner city. Behind him were silent soldiers, also cloaked in cloaks and helmets, whose faces could not be seen clearly. The residents were not surprised, the elite royal guards had always been strictly disciplined, and would not greet ordinary residents until they were disbanded. They were glad that the royal family had once again stepped up to defend its people, and in the last six months, all sorts of creepy rumors had come from the borders of the kingdom, and many wealthy people were considering whether to temporarily go to the southern kingdom of Stormwind to take refuge, but the poor people had to resign themselves to their fate, and there was nowhere to escape. So when the prince had solved the threat to the kingdom, they all spontaneously poured into the streets, cheering for the prince's triumphant return.

Clucking, squeaking.

The sound of slings sounded, and the gates of the inner city were laboriously pulled open by the four guards.

The prince and his men stepped into the inner city, and the road on both sides was no longer the poor people who were watching, but the nobles, ordinary officials and envoys of the kingdom waiting for his return, Uther and his paladins were not among them, half a month ago, a serious accident broke out in the land of Western Oron, the president of the kingdom's psychic association, the always benevolent and friendly Master Nos Abraham slaughtered the guests who had gone to celebrate and all the people of several surrounding villages at his wedding, Upon hearing the news, the enraged Lightbringer took his paladins to investigate.

Many palace maids and attendants stood on high places, and pink, white, and red rose petals rained down on the returning hero.

Arthas suddenly remembered that he had imagined Gianna standing in front of him on the wedding day, the petals falling on her bright smile, and she raised her face to kiss him.

Jaina......

Arthas was touched by the sight and caught a red petal with his gloved hand.

The flowers fell on his hands, but they quickly withered and withered, just like the memories of his good past.

The doors of the palace were open, and in the banquet hall on the right, many servants were preparing a sumptuous dinner to celebrate the triumphant return of the prince.

The prince entered the palace, with only Lord Farrick and Earl Sean, and walked down the slope to the throne high in the palace, where his father was waiting for him.

He walked to his father's throne and fell to one knee, the frost sorrow that exuded a faint chill supporting his body.

King Terenus stood up a little tremblingly, trying to help his son up: "My son, I'm glad you're safe, don't worry about Uther's words, I'm sure you're a worthy heir......"

"Thank you, Father." The prince's voice was tinged with a faint coldness. He no longer disguised himself, and took off his helmet and cloak.

"My child, are you sick?" King Terenus looked in shock at the gray-haired, gray-skinned figure who had taken off his cloak.

The prince did not answer, but instead drew his sword, embraced and pierced his old father's chest, and muttered to himself:

"My father, you don't have to worry about this troublesome state affair anymore."

"I will inherit you and build a new country."

"Soon, the world will tremble under my feet."

The prince pulled frost sorrow out of the old man's chest, and the old man fell to the ground weakly, his face still showing disbelief and grief.

The prince raised his sword, which still had the blood stains of the dead king, and looked at the corpses of his dead father and the guards who had been dealt with by Farrick and Sean with satisfaction, and shouted:

"Let this feast begin!"

The soldiers who had returned with the prince no longer concealed themselves, and they tore off their cloaks and drew their swords to slash at the unarmed spectators.

The carnival turned into frenzy, the joy of forgetting turned into a desperate quest for survival, and soon, with fewer screams and begs for mercy, the thousand-year-old royal city of Lordaeron was destroyed.