From the Whispering Coast to the Lordaeron Fortress, almost all of the civilians of Lordaeron have left their homeland and will be exiled to a strange land in the south, Stormwind. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

There was already a rarity of people in the entire Tirisfal glade, except for the faint trembling of the earth, which seemed to have a premonition of impending desecration.

Only a small group of paladins remained of the Alliance guards of Lordaeron's fortress, and the rest of the soldiers, including Lordaeron's defenders and reinforcements from other parts of the Alliance, had retreated with the civilians.

The Scourge Legion's attack is still coming, and a mighty army has appeared on the horizon.

The last small group of paladins did not sit still in the fortress, they formed a uniform formation, walked out, and launched a final charge towards the line of the undead.

Death Knight Arthas swung his axe expressionlessly, slashing the paladin who rushed to the front to the ground, and the necromancer behind him had already followed, and the light of the psychic spell lit up on the paladin's corpse.

This small group of paladins did not make any ripples on the undead front at all, except for the time they barely delayed for a few minutes to advance!

The tall abomination easily smashed open the already battered gate, and the army of the undead officially occupied the Lordaeron fortress and entered the hinterland of the kingdom of Lordaeron.

They did not stop their advance, and the mighty army still marched towards the royal city in front of them.

Along the way, any village passed through was rarely populated, except for the occasional militia in one or two villages.

Not all of Lordaeron's soldiers have been successfully withdrawn, and a small number of soldiers are scattered to various villages, ready for guerrilla warfare against the army of the undead!

Naturally, these militias will not be able to stop the Scourge Army, and they will only become members of the Scourge Army.

A day later, the Death Knight Arthas looked up from his warhorse, and he could already see the walls of King Lordaeron!

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King Terenus stood on the walls of Lordaeron, looking at the endless blackness of the horizon.

Many of the soldiers on the walls were a little timid, and the Overseers had executed no less than twenty deserters in the past day...... King Terenus sighed softly, it was normal to be afraid, because he knew very well that none of the warriors here would make it back alive!

But if they can't slow down the undead, the evacuated civilians won't be able to leave alive either.

The undead attack began.

"Lordaeron soldiers! I am Alsace-Minehir, the chief death knight under the command of Lady Broadmoor! I ask you to lay down your arms and surrender to the mighty forces of the Scourge Legion! ”

Alsace raised his battle axe in the air and shouted at the walls.

His chilling voice caused a brief commotion on the city walls.

"Lordaeron soldiers! I am Terenus Minethir, King of Lordaeron! Our loved ones, our friends, are fleeing the minions of these terrible creatures, and we have to make one last effort to defend them! ”

King Terenus's voice was not as loud as Arthas's, but it had an inexplicable inspiring power!

Life and death have been put on the line, and the brave soldiers have fought back against the undead onslaught.

This is a battle with a huge disparity in strength, the power of the undead is almost endless, and the soldiers of Lordaeron on the city wall are fighting less and less!

The death of their comrades aroused the fighting spirit of the soldiers, and they all knew very well that they would never survive in the face of the iron cavalry of the natural disaster...... And all they can do is kill more undead before they die!

Again and again attacks were repulsed, and wave after wave of corpses piled up under the walls!

They don't know how long they've been holding out!

But the fragile gates will eventually be broken one day!

The horde of the undead stormed Lordaeron, sweeping away all the guards and taking over the city.

King Terenus retreated to the palace surrounded by his personal guards, but was soon surrounded by an army of the undead.

A group of undead warriors in iron armor rushed in and slaughtered the brave guards one by one, and these Lordaeron's most elite warriors fought to the death before they died, and there was not much point in fighting.

King Terenus sat quietly on his throne and watched his people die one by one.

Arthas, the Death Knight, appears in the palace with an axe, and only one man is left alive.

Looking at the familiar figure approaching step by step, a smile appeared on the corner of King Terenus's mouth, and he whispered softly:

"My son,

From the day you are born,

The entire forest of Lordaeron whispered the name:

Alsace.

O my children,

I proudly watch you grow day by day and become the embodiment of justice.

Remember, we have always ruled the Kingdom with strength and wisdom.

At the same time, I also know that

You will be using your great power carefully.

But the real victory,

It is the hope that inspires the people.

One day, my life will come to an end.

And you, will be crowned king! ”

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Arthas, the death knight, walked to the throne and listened to the old man's whisper, his hands trembling.

The Father and the Son stood silently, staring at each other.

The look on Arthas's face became more and more painful, and he couldn't restrain himself a little!

The old man quickly finished the ballad of Lordaeron, and then closed his eyes with a smile.

In the meantime, the Death Knight's axe has fallen!

Blood was sprinkled all over the throne and on the white carpet of the palace! Terenus Minehir, the king of Lordaeron, the great father, the former leader of the Alliance, has finally ended his life.

A tear flowed from the corner of the Death Knight's eye!

The Lich Kael'thas - The Sunstrider looked at the Death Knight standing there with interest, and there was an indescribable joy in his heart.

At this moment, a portal appeared in the palace, and the leader of the Scourge Legion, Gianna Prodmoor, walked in and picked up the crown on the ground.

Arthas, having lost the bloodied axe in his hand, walked quietly to the throne, and then stared blankly at the familiar hammer placed on it.

The vengeance of the Light, which Gavinrad and Uther put into their hands at the Chapel of the Light's Wish many years ago...... Then he accompanied himself on numerous battles, until Andohar himself left it......

He reached out and tried to pick up the hammer.

Above the warhammer, a faint holy light emanated, preventing the undead from approaching.

"Arthas, is this your weapon?" Gianna walked over and said softly.

Arthas continued to force his grip on the hammer, but the scorching breath of the hammer forced him to let go.

Gianna smiled and picked up the hammer and threw it at Kael'thas to the side.

"Arthas, it doesn't seem to accept you anymore...... But that's okay, I'll let Kael'thas gather the best craftsmen and forge them into a battle axe that's right for you! ”

"As for its name, I think you should give it a new name?"

Arthas looked up, and two words came out of his mouth in quick bursts: "Shadow...... Feng ......" (To be continued.) )