Uther and Gianna departed, and without the slightest hesitation, I headed north alone with my army, completely ignoring my father's command to summon me back.

I have too much to carry back to the capital of Lordaeron with all my blood, and I must atone for my sins and avenge the death of my dead people.

I made my way north with my crippled troops, and after several encounters with the Scourge Legion, there was very little army left, and by the time I reached Northrend, I was in despair.

The Scourge Legion here is dozens of times the same as my remaining army, and a frontal assault is tantamount to hitting a stone with an egg.

Looking at those brothers who lived and died with me, I was once again confused, the end of the hero can still be admired by the world, and I, an executioner who slaughtered countless civilians, I am afraid that dying in battle can only make people applaud.

If my death could be exchanged for the destruction of the Scourge Legion, I would be willing to die ten thousand times!

In the silence of the night, I wandered alone on the snowy field, looking up at the stars whose trajectories were constantly changing, and I was at a loss as to where to go.

A gray crow streaked across the night sky and landed on a branch of dead wood, and my heart moved, it was the prophet!

It was as if I had seen a lighthouse while I was lost, and the joy in my heart was indescribable.

"Will you save the world? No matter what the cost? In the purple light, the raven took human form, and there was a kind smile in his wise eyes.

I couldn't wait to answer, "I do, no matter what it takes!" ”

"Even if it's to give up the glory and pride of being a paladin? You will forever fall into darkness, and you will be infamous for thousands of years, misunderstood, slandered, and hated by your people. ”

I was startled, and my voice trembled a little, "I...... I'm willing to ......."

I am not afraid of death, but I am afraid of losing my glory, I am afraid of being hated by my beloved people.

"Then you will be a sinner in the kingdom, you will kill your father, you will slaughter your people, and you will spread the plague of the Scourge to the whole world! So, would you still like it? ”

I petrified in place, "No, I can't!" ”

The Prophet's expression darkened, "If you refuse, then the entire continent will be destroyed." ”

"Why? I don't believe it, who are you? ”

"My name is Medivan."

"Medivan?" I don't have such a memory for me.

"The name doesn't matter, your father rejected my first suggestion and let everything go according to the Lich King's plan, and if you reject my second suggestion, then humanity will be destroyed within it, not just the kingdom of Lordaeron."

"Who is the Lich King? Who is behind this? Tell me what happened! "A sticky hatred welled up in my heart, and I wanted to tear the black hand behind the scenes into pieces.

"This plague is nothing more than the vanguard of the Burning Legion."

The shock in my heart could not be expressed in words, muttering the repetition of the four words of the Burning Legion, the meaning of which this distant name represents absolute strength and total destruction.

"Akmund, one of the two giants of the Burning Legion, has sent the Lich King Neozu into this world to prepare for the second invasion of the Scourge Legion, and the undead and plague you see are all caused by the Lich King."

"The Lich King!" I roared in rage, and at last I learned the name of my enemy, and I wanted to eat him alive.

"Calm down, young prince, the Lich King has a feud with Akmund, the Orc tribe of Naozu, and the world he used to live in, were destroyed by the Burning Legion, and he himself was transformed into such a human, ghost, and soul was tormented by Kilgardan and Akmund for ten thousand years. He dreamed of destroying the Burning Legion with his own hands. ”

So...... "I realized that things were far more complicated than I thought,

"Akmund alone is enough to destroy this world, but if he wants to get here, he must summon a circle, a powerful necromancer, the Book of Medivan, Akmund's spirit, and powerful magical energy. So he had to have enough strength to meet these conditions before coming to this world, so he chose the Lich King, and promised that as long as the Lich King completed this task, he would give the Lich King a new ** and great power. ”

"The Book of Medivan? Same name as you or ......"

"It's not the same name, that's my magic book, now in the hands of Dalaran Antonidas."

"How could the Lich King forget the hatred, he had already begun to carry out his plan of revenge. Akmund's spirit gave him infinite power, and in order to kill Akmund, he must first obtain his spirit. He ostensibly promised Akmund to come to this continent to create an undead legion and create conditions for summoning the magic circle, just to deceive Akmund's trust, and finally get Acmund's spirit, summon him to Lordaeron, and kill him. ”

"So, he brutally killed so many living beings and turned them into undead?"

"Yes, I have foreseen his means, and I wanted to stop it, but unfortunately your father and the ** master Antonidas couldn't listen to it, only Thrall of the orc tribe followed my advice and moved west with the orc tribe."

"Perhaps, turning a large number of living beings into undead can better resist the Burning Legion, after all, the separation between humans, orcs, elves, and dwarves is too deep, and the greed of humans, the arrogance of elves, the cruelty of orcs, and the xenophobia of dwarves ......" Medivan said this, his eyes showing a hint of helplessness.

"Neozu wants to build an undead army under his control alone, and then get the spirit of Akmund to finally complete his plan of revenge."

"I confess that his methods are the most effective, but they are too cruel for me to stop him, but I know that once Akmund comes to this continent, he will destroy everything. Later, I failed to gain the trust of your father and Antonidas, and made the Lich King's plan a reality, and now trying to stop him can only cause casualties in vain, and it is better to get rid of Akmund once and for all. Otherwise, sooner or later, the continent will be destroyed. ”

"So, do you want me to help the Lich King?" I finally knew the meaning of Medivan's words, why I would be infamous for 10,000 years, why I would be spurned and hated by my people.

"Yes, it's hard for the Lich King to do his plans alone, and with you everything is easy. First, you'll kill the Dreadlord, the Lich King's watcher, and then you'll use your status as a prince to command your army and help the Lich King capture Lordaeron, grab my magic book, and summon Akmund to minimize casualties. In addition to this, you have an important mission, the Lich King does not have a body, only a powerful soul power, and you need to use the body as a vessel for his soul to live in. ”

"Akmund is constantly monitoring every move on this continent, and if you want to gain trust, you must be cruel, you must be completely depraved......"

I am silent, I am not afraid of death, I can bear the glory of the paladin and bear the infamy of the ages, but how can I sacrifice my soul to the devil and let me lead the army to conquer my homeland.

"Think about it, my child, you just have to remember that your choice is at stake for the rest of the world, and the sooner you make your choice, the fewer people will die." As he spoke, Medivan turned into a crow again, got up and flew into the night sky, and a faint voice came down: "If you decide, go to the Far North Ice Sheet to find a divine sword that can give you power - Frost Sorrow, it is a cursed sword, and anyone who uses it will eventually be misunderstood and hated by the world......"

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In the sound of the chains, the wide hanging door slowly fell, paving the moat of the royal capital.

Everywhere is still the flowers of the royal capital floating in the sky, and the cheers of the residents of Lordaeron.

Changed ...... It's just me, it's only me who betrayed my soul to the devil.

I caught the fluttering petals in a daze, and everything was exactly the same as before I set off.

It's just that last time it was a silver paladin gauntlet, and this time, it was a black death knight's gauntlet.

Throwing away the flower of the royal capital, which symbolizes glory and light, how I used to be afraid of losing it, and now ...... Everything doesn't make sense anymore.

I threw it away, trampled it under my feet, and with it my memories and love......

I received an order from Akmund to assassinate my father, the king of Lordaeron.

The great bell of the palace was struck, and the distant bell seemed to question the soul, and I was speechless, for I had abandoned my soul as a human being.

With all my strength, I pushed open the gate of the palace and strode into the palace.

Then I saw King Lordaeron, my beloved father, who sat on a high throne.

At that moment, I suddenly felt that he was old, that his father, who had once been a powerful man and commander of the three armies, had gone twilight, and that the years had carved ruthless traces on him, and his rickety body seemed more and more lonely on the wide throne.

I'm sorry father, I don't have a chance to regret it now, it's better to die at the hands of your son than at the hands of demons......

Maybe I'm a demon at all.

I plunged my sword into his heart under his astonished and terrified gaze, and the blood-stained crown rolled down the steps of the throne......

As a death knight who sold his soul to demons, my every move was under Akmund's nose, and I couldn't even show even a hint of sadness when I killed my father!

Tears, love, glory, these things will never belong to me again......

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