He killed his own father with his own hands. Alsace has completely lost his human nature www.biquge.info the pen "Fun". His Royal Highness the Prince, who had sworn to guard his people, brazenly raised his butcher's knife and slaughtered the object he swore to protect.

When the news of Arthas's murder of his father and the destruction of his own kingdom reached the kingdoms. All were shocked and in disbelief for the depraved and crazy Alsace. Once recognized as surpassing the best prince of all time, Drake Proudmoor, Alsace was a symbol of valor, light and handsomeness in their eyes.

Everyone was shocked by Arthas's madness, but they ignored what it was that made the prince, who was originally full of justice and passion, so ruthless.

Arthas, having destroyed his royal city, did not stop. The dead subjects became his subordinates again, no longer alive, and his childhood companion was invincible, and he used the power of Frost Grief to resurrect it as he had dreamed. The undead soldiers, like mechanical creatures, fearless and painless, rushed towards the living under the command of Arthas.

In order to fulfill the Lich King's mission to himself, Arthas travels to Andorhar, the place where he once discovered the cause of the plague. Arthas, a self-proclaimed Death Knight, killed Gavinrad who stood in his way, and the mighty paladin fell to the icy blade of Frostmourn.

Perhaps still alive with memories of his time in the Silver Hand, Arthas did not resurrect Gavinrad, but laid rest his old friend.

The remains of Kel'thugad, who had been killed by the white wolf (Karl), were dug up, and the Lich King's assistant sent to him, another Dreadlord Tikdios, told Arthas that the remains of the necromancer were too badly decomposed to last enough to reach Quel'Thalas.

Arthas was shocked by the Lich King's plan to resurrect the dead Kel'thugad by using Quel'Thalas' energy-filled sunwell.

Under the guidance of Tikdios, Arthas intercepted a funeral procession. When he killed the commander of the funeral procession, his former teacher, Uther the Lightbringer, he was shocked to learn from Uther that the urn that Dixidios had taken for himself to contain the remains of Kel'thugad belonged to his dead father!

He poured the king's ashes out of the urn with his own hands, and the gray dust rose in the wind. Hovering over Alsace like a living creature. Frightened, Arthas couldn't help but take a step back, his hands waving wildly subconsciously.

The urn fell to the ground with a dull sound. He closed his eyes and turned to the side, but it was too late, and the ashes were bitter and choking, causing him to cough violently. Fear grabbed him roughly, and he swept his face with his armored hand, trying to pat off the fine powder that was blocking his mouth and nose and stinging eyes. He threw up and vomited, and his stomach churned.

A gust of wind blew suddenly, and the gray dust drifted away with the wind. Arthas took a deep breath, barely trying to calm himself. Resolutely stood up-

The Scourge army made its way north, on its way. The Lich King has sent Arthas a new aid - an army of spiders led by a spider-like monster, Anubrak, known as the Cryptlord. The Death Knight became more confident in his mission.

However, Arthas's Scourge was vulnerable to the re-patching and re-establishment of the Quel'Salas Magical Barrier, and swaths of undead soldiers were shattered by the magic of arcane and fire, unable to stand up again.

Arthas was furious at the Legion's setbacks, but there was nothing he could do.

Just as Arthas was about to lead the legion back in search of a replenishment force, a High Elf named Darkan D'La Heel appeared before him and swore allegiance to him.

Led by Darkan, a traitor to Quel'Thalas, Arthas and his Scourge quickly broke through the defenses of the magical barrier and unstoppable their way to the foot of Silvermoon City.

Gently patting the skeleton horse under him, he led his master forward ignorantly and came to the tall gate of Silvermoon City.

"The Ranger General of Silvermoon City, Sylvanas Windranger!" Arthas's voice was hoarse but penetrating, "If you give up resistance and let my legions pass, I can consider not harming you and your people." ”

Sylvanas smiled disdainfully on her cold face, "I heard about you—the prince of Lordaeron!" I don't think there's any reason to believe in someone who can kill his own father without any burden. ”

The smile on Arthas's face froze suddenly.

"Then, let you and your subordinates all become my slaves!" Arthas pulled out Frostmourn and swung forward, "Attack!" Scourge Legion-"

Skeleton soldiers that have long since rotted away and only skeletons remain, zombies covered in green, stenching and dripping with disgusting liquids, and giant stitching monsters made from countless broken limbs and broken arms...... Gargoyles, Crypt Demons......

The terrifying Scourge soldiers terrified the elves, and if it weren't for Sylvanas standing proudly at the forefront, perhaps they would have been unable to contain their fear and fled.

Because, among those terrible soldiers, the High Elves saw familiar faces one after another......

It is not terrible to fight the enemy, but it is terrible to fight to the death with one's own relatives and friends, even if they can no longer be counted as relatives and friends.

Sylvanas had already shot a few arrows at the Scourge Legion's attacks, and when she subconsciously grabbed her hand at the quiver behind her, only to catch it empty, she realized that she had run out of arrows.

"What are we going to do?"

A female elf ranger asked her in alarm.

"Retreat!"

"What......?"

"Retreat! We must retreat! We were betrayed! Sylvanas remembered some of the future dreams that Karl had told him about, including the sight of Prince Lordaeron turning into a Death Knight and leading the Scourge soldiers into Quel'Thalas. It is a pity that he did not dare to make a bold statement to His Majesty the King, but only out of trust in his lover, he deployed some defensive measures on his own.

Following Sylvanas's fingers, the elf was surprised to find that a well-dressed High Elf stood out beside the fallen prince.

"It's Darkan! This damned traitor! ”

"There's no point in saying this now, since Darkan is here, it means that he has obtained the Key to March, and Silvermoon City can't hold it. I need you to go to the Sunwell and tell Your Majesty about the situation here. ”

"But you ......"

Sylvanas waved her hand to stop her.

"I have a plan, you go now, quick!"

With tears in her eyes, the female elf left the teleportation array. The moment she stepped through the portal, she distinctly heard the sound of the gates of Silvermoon City exploding.

The final dagger was plunged into the eye of one of the Scourge Elves, and the blade pierced his head with a cloud of black and white slime. The Scourge Elves fell, and Sylvanas shook her body and was about to fall.

Karl ...... My love! I'm coming—"

The Ranger General muttered, a relieved smile on his face.

Arthas's smirking face appeared in front of her, runes glowing blue flickering on the sword's body.

Arthas saluted with the glowing runic sword.

"I salute your bravery, Elf, but you have no way out."

Oddly enough, his compliments sounded as if they were serious.

Sylvanas looked at him with a sneer, but her mouth was dry.

"Then I'll resist you here, executioner. anar\'alahbelore, for the eternal sun! ”

Arthas's gray lips twitched.

"As you wish, General Ranger—"

Frost Sorrow stabbed Sylvanas like a viper.

In outer space of Azeroth, a blue figure floats silently, a red cloak dancing behind it (blown by the sun's wind). The sunlight shone on his tall body from behind, reflecting a blinding halo.

His closed eyes snapped open—

"Sylvanas—!"

Before the words fell, there was no figure in the air. As if he never appeared...... (To be continued.) )