Originally, I was writing a few more chapters, but today I was dragged out to play, and the delivery didn't have this meaning, and then I thought about it, it's a holiday, let's go out and have fun, since I wrote this book, I haven't had a good time for a long time.

Warm winds blow on the land of Lordaeron, hanging up bursts of dust, lush and green earth of Lordaeron. Now it's a wilderness.

Invincible galloped on the earth, riding on the invincible's body, Arthas grabbed the reins with both hands, looked at the black dots that appeared in front of him, his face showed a cruel look, his long silver-white hair was constantly flying in the breeze, and the magic sword of Frost Sorrow, under the refraction of the sun, exuded a chill.

As the invincible advance came, the black dot finally appeared, it was a group of routs, one of whom clung to the banner of Lordaeron, heard the sound of horses' hooves, turned his head back, and watched the black cavalry rush like a torrent, and gave up the act of escaping.

A man can't outrun a war horse, even if the horse is dead.

"Serijek, you will soon become my most loyal slave, fight for me, and fight against some of your friends and relatives." Arthas held the Frost Sorrow in his hand, and the magic sword pierced through the chest of a soldier, and a stream of blood erupted as Arthas pulled out the Frost Sorrow, and the blood-red blood was so vivid.

The attraction of the magic sword touched the soul of the soldier, even if the soldier was constantly struggling, under the sorrow of frost, it was all in vain, and he slowly sank into the magic sword.

"You deserving hell," said Arthas, who looked teasing, but Serijek was furious. Warhammer in hand. Radiating the light of the Holy Light. Towards Arthas.

There was a flicker of coldness in his eyes, the magic sword of Arthas was raised, and the light of Frost Sorrow was full of light, and the light one parried the attack, and the frost sorrow provoked, and the war hammer flew out of Syryek's hand, the gap between the two was too big, and Serreyek was in Arthas's hand. There is no ability to resist at all.

"Hell," Arthas squirmed his lips disdainfully, choking out two words, and then his face showed a faint excitement, and he spoke; "I will live forever!"

"How's the preparation for the blessing ceremony?" Arthas slowly put away the clean frost sorrow in his hand, and asked the lieutenant who was following him.

Looking at the frost sorrow, there was not the slightest trace of blood, and there was a faint attraction that affected him. The adjutant hurriedly took his gaze away from Frost's Sorrow, and finally replied quickly; "It's ready. Waiting for you to host,"

"Take him with him, and he will soon be blessed with eternal life!" Arthas said as if no one was around.

"Holy Light willing, I will not give in," Serijek said with a determined face, a light on his body, expressing that he would never give in.

"Serijek, I promise you will soon turn your back on the Light," Arthas was extremely calm, without any fluctuations, his eyes were gloomy, as if he had seen through a qiē, pale face, lifeless, "kill him, bring his body back, and after blessing, the position of the Death Knight Commander will be his." ”

"And what about Scott?" The adjutant heard Arthas's order and cautiously asked.

The adjutant's face was pale, and from his pointed ears, it could be seen that the adjutant was a high elf before his death, and the adjutant at this moment, without the arrogance of the high elves, grovelled to serve Arthas, completely lost his dignity, and did not have the slightest awareness that he was also a high-level of the undead natural disaster, and directly put himself in the position of Alsace's servant.

"He's so disappointed in me, not even a little Gilneth can beat it, and when he comes back, I'm going to drain his soul, and I Alsace never want to waste." Arthas said slowly,

"The Book of Medivan is now in the hands of the orcs, he is familiar with the customs of the orcs, and is the best candidate, I think it is better to give Scott another chance," the adjutant began, offering his own proposal.

"I'm talking about this thing back," Arthas was just about to veto when a wave of mental turmoil came out, and a hint of surprise appeared on Arthas's face, and then he changed his opinion.

The main city of Lordaeron, the current base camp of the undead natural disaster, is densely packed with undead, and the number of undead is increasing every day, the most fundamental reason is that the army of the undead is gathering, Rex took the news that Alsace was going to attack Gilneth to fool those noble lords, not to tell nonsense, but to use what Arthas is going to do now, and slightly changed.

With Rex adding fuel to the fire, the undead are also gathering a large army, you can imagine how much pressure it has caused to those nobles, after getting this news, some people who were originally making a fuss immediately settled down.

Speaking of Alsace here, when riding the invincible into the main city of Lordaeron, he walked directly towards the palace, the palace at this moment is densely covered with countless undead, firmly guarding any dead spots that may exist, and the death knight rides on his mount, constantly patrolling, the defense of the palace, in the world, no one can do it without alarming any situation lurking in.

The more this is the case, the more it can be seen that Alsace attaches great importance to the blessing ceremony that will take place here in the palace.

"Is Anastarian's body ready?" After returning to Lordaeron, Arthas went straight to the royal palace, and when he arrived at the place where the ceremony was held, he asked.

"It's ready, but there is something special about Anastarian, and the blessing ceremony may not be successful," Kel'thugad said, standing beside Arthas, proposing his own proposal.

"What's so special, under the sorrow of frost, he will be my loyal servant," Arthas didn't care, his face proud, ignoring Kel'thugad's hints.

"The whereabouts of the orcs have been investigated, and now they have left the Lordaeron continent and gone to a mysterious continent called Kalimdor," Kel'thugad skillfully shifted his topic, but did not continue the topic just now, what kind of character is Arthas, if you want to talk about the most knowledgeable people in the world, then Kelthugad must be one of them, the fall of Arthas, among which Kelthugad is a great contribution, and some of the plans are planned by Kelthugad himself, It was knowing the character of Arthas, that Kel'thugad knew that all the exhortations of what Arthas had decided would not work at all.

"It is said that the Book of Medivan fell into the hands of the orcs, and I remember that he was not in Dalaran? What's going on here? Alsace asked, confused.

"I don't know much about that, but from the news, there was a plague in the north of Lordaeron, and after Antonidath left Dara, a riot broke out in Dalaran, and it was at this time that the Book of Medivan was stolen and fell into the hands of the orcs," Kel'thugad told what he knew.

"Antonidas, that old fellow, although he is old, still has some strength, I said how he even lost the Book of Medivan, which he regarded as his lifeline," Arthas's tone was cold,

"What use do these green-skinned orcs have to ask for the Book of Medivan, there must be some conspiracy in this," Kel'thugad hesitated for a moment, then uttered his analysis; "The main power of the orcs now is the warlock who wields the power of darkness, and the Book of Medivan is a treasure for mages, so it is not of much use to them,"

"Why bother going to Dalaran to steal, Dalaran is full of magic enchantments, if you are not familiar with it, it is easy to touch, not to mention that Dalaran has always had two heroes and strong men in charge, with the situation of orcs, it is absolutely impossible to steal it out," Kel'thugad is more familiar with the situation of Dalaran, as a former high-level of Dalaran, Dalaran rarely hides secrets from Kelthugad.

"Can you be sure that the Book of Medivan is in the hands of the orcs?" Arthas spoke again.

"This can be confirmed, after the Book of Medivan was stolen, the owner has already sent someone to confirm it, the Book of Medivan is about heavy things, and it is not allowed to go wrong," Kel'thugad nodded, and there was not a word that was said, that is, the Book of Medivan was in Dalaran, and Kelthugad also wanted to steal it at the beginning, but in the end he gave up this idea, because Dalaran's protection of the Book of Medivan is absolutely not weak, even if he can steal it, it is impossible to escape smoothly, This was the idea of leading a large army to capture Dalaran and obtain the Book of Medivan.

But he didn't expect that there was really someone, En, who had just successfully stolen the Book of Medivan from Dalaran and ran away, and Kel'thugad couldn't believe it when he first received the news.

This event, even if he was killed and became a soul, Kel'thugad still remembered it.

Kel'thugad didn't know at all that there was a return scroll in this world, as long as he was torn apart, he could instantly return to the city he marked, even if it was a magical enchantment, he couldn't keep it, and the most difficult thing about stealing the Book of Medivan was that after getting it, he couldn't escape smoothly, and this was not difficult at all for Rex who had the return scroll.

Combined with the archmage's terrifying teleportation talent, he succeeded in stealing the Book of Medivan.

"The Book of Medivan in the hands of the orcs can confirm that this is okay, whether there is a conspiracy or not, the Book of Medivan is something we must obtain,"

"Whoever he's in, we'll fight, it's as simple as that," Arthas said calmly. (To be continued......)