The blazing sun scorched the skin like a flame. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info then instead of feeling the scorching pain, the white wolf felt as comfortable as soaking in a hot spring.

Without the shade of the atmosphere, the sunlight is more intense. Bits of light energy rushed towards his body like water meets sponge. He could clearly feel the excitement in every part of his body, and the energy that was more and more full of strength.

Superman!

A special name flashed into my mind!

That's right, absorb the light energy of the sun, strengthen your constitution and strength, and also gain superpowers such as heat rays, flying, and freezing breathing, which are completely different from magic.

So I'm Carl! Karl, the god of war, is me!

Looking down at the blue-green planet below, it turns out that Azeroth is as beautiful as Earth. The little memories began to revive as the light energy poured in, and Carl closed his eyes and began to use his instinctive habits to guide the light energy to run in his body, and eventually, to his own brain......

Bell ——!

Bell ——!

Bell ——!

The loud chimes echoed throughout Lordaeron.

It was a hearty weather that made the squares and streets crowded with people even more joyful. This is the heavens also appreciating the triumph of their prince.

The incessant ringing of the bell shows no signs of stopping. It is only at certain important moments that the bells are constantly ringing throughout the royal city, signaling something important - a royal wedding, the birth of an heir, the enthronement or funeral of a king, all of which record the course of a kingdom.

And today, the bell rings for His Royal Highness the brave and fearless Prince.

The terrible plague that had occurred in Lordaeron had caused panic among people, especially the nobles. When Arthas was sent to investigate the plague, no one thought that the young prince would be able to handle such a tricky matter. And that's exactly what happened, at least before Arthas left Lordaeron and headed for the cold Arctic.

It is even rumored that Alsace ruthlessly ordered the entire people of Stratholme to be slaughtered in order to stop the spread of the plague. Regarding such rumors, some people think that His Royal Highness the Prince made the right decision to sacrifice some people in exchange for the safety of more people, and there is nothing wrong with doing so.

On the contrary, the Knights of Light and Cultists, such as Uther, believed that His Royal Highness should not abandon his subjects, let alone point his sword at unarmed civilians.

However, all the disputes are discussed. They all came to an abrupt end when Arthas killed the mastermind behind the plague, a demon, the Dreadlord Marganis. No matter what His Royal Highness had done, he was able to personally lead his troops to Northrend, cold and dangerous, regardless of his own danger, and defeated the Scourge Legion in one fell swoop, killing their leader. All sins have no confidence in the face of victory.

The whole of Lordaeron was basked in the joy of victory. Whether it was for the bravery and sacrifice of His Royal Highness the Prince, or to rejoice in the aftermath of his life, the long-suppressed people walked from the houses to the streets to celebrate the triumphant return of His Royal Highness.

Arthas wore a hooded trench coat that obscured his cold-glowing armor, and the pitch-black hood obscured his pale hair and equally pale face.

His troops were stationed outside the city, and the eerie silence made the soldiers watching from the city walls constantly appreciate the seriousness of His Royal Highness the Prince's troops. Arthas was followed by two tall soldiers, wearing masks that covered their entire faces, and holding a huge long axe taller than them, as silent as His Royal Highness the Prince who walked ahead.

The sturdy drawbridge was lowered, and Alsace strode over. Arthas turned a deaf ear to the cheers and applause of his subjects, and walked towards the palace with a blank face. Nor do they seem to be being asked to respond to the warm welcome. There was also a welcoming crowd, but no longer ordinary people, but from elves, dwarves, gnome diplomats, lowly nobles, and other dignitaries. Not only did they fill the courtyard, but they also crowded the lookout room on the heights.

Pink, white, and red rose petals rain down on the returning hero.

On the day of Anna Alsace's wedding, the sky was also fluttering with colorful petals. The petals fell to a bright smile, and she raised her face to kiss him.

Jaina......

Alsace stopped. He stretched out his hand, and a piece of petals as bright as blood fell onto the glove. He subconsciously stroked it gently, and an unsightly mark appeared in the center of the petals, which quickly spread and dried up in his astonishment...... It eventually turns dull brown.

Arthas stroked the withered petals one last time, shook his hand violently, threw away the dead thing, and walked forward.

"Trance~Bang!" I suddenly remembered.

He used to fantasize about Yoji

The heavy gates of the palace were slammed open by Arthas, striking the stone walls with a deafening sound.

Striding up to the carving in the center of the throne hall, the sun shining down from the dome and shining on Arthas. The prince, whose head was mostly covered, smiled wickedly at his father.

"Sha~Sha~Sha......"

The sound of swords and armor sounded softly, and Arthas slowly knelt down with Frost Sorrow in front of him. The tip of Frostmourn's sword pierced the floor inscribed with Lordaeron's coat of arms, and a trace of chill overflowed from the sword's body, like a faint smoke lingering in front of him.

"Ah, my brave and fearless son."

Terenus stood up trembling and opened his arms to Arthas. The old king looked even older than before, his hair was almost white, and his eyes were full of exhaustion.

You don't have to sacrifice yourself for your people anymore.

You don't have to carry the heavy burden of the crown anymore.

I've got everything arranged!

ended the inner monologue

Arthas looked up suddenly, his armor clanging, and he stood up.

With a sword in one hand and a hood on his head in the other, his smiling face suddenly turned hideous. Speaking of the frost sorrow, Uncle Sorrow walks towards the throne.

Terenus froze there in astonishment, his eyes widening.

His only son, Arthas, the heir to the throne, had beautiful blonde hair, but now it was as pale as his face.

"What's going on? What are you going to do, my son? ”

Arthas's strong, cold hand grabbed his father's shoulder. The other hand lifted Frost Sorrow, and a whispering voice lingered in his ears.

The rune glowed rapidly, and Frostmourn's razor-sharp blade stabbed into Terenus's chest. Blazing blood sprinkled Arthas's pale face like petals floating in the air.

Arthas drew his sword with all his might, watching his father's incredulous eyes fade from their sparkle.

"Inherit you! - My Father, the King. (To be continued.) )