As soon as Neozu's words fell, a huge portal appeared behind Arthas, a circle of black gas like a door frame, and the middle was filled with green light. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Arthas turned to look at the portal, and suddenly raised his arms, and the undead beside him also howled, and then followed Arthas into the portal one by one.

In Arthas's mind, there is a new mission given to him by Naozu, and a record of the way to resurrect Kel'thugad, so the first stop of his battle is ...... Hum!

Arthas sneered, his eyes closed and swallowed up by the green glow of the portal.

Although Nao Zu is only in the state of his soul, his heart has blossomed, and he has successfully taken the first step of his revenge.

Kil Gardan, you bastard, don't you want me to serve you demons, don't you want to enslave the orcs forever, then you can try!

Although the orcs have nothing to do with me anymore, I now have an undead army, an army of the undead, and I am no longer Naozu, but the Lich King!

Of course, Nao Zu is still a little weak in his heart, after all, the power he has now is still not enough in front of Kil'Gardan, but taking advantage of this full-scale invasion of the Azeroth continent, when all living beings become undead, the end of Kil'Gardan will come!

Neozu couldn't help but laugh, that idiot in Kil'Gardan thought he was really serving him and destroying Azeroth.

Arthas stepped out of the portal and stepped on the ground with his boots on. He couldn't remember how long it had been since he had seen land, and he couldn't remember anything, and in his head, all he had in mind was the orders that Naozu had given him!

It's a forest, a forest! Arthas raised his head and glanced at the sun in the sky, which was hot and painful on him.

Alsace hates such a sun, or the sun in Northrend is better, it is not so hot, and everywhere is full of cold breath.

"Go in and kill all the creatures you see, and let them feel the wrath of winter!" Arthas waved the Frost Sorrow in his hand, and the army of the undead behind him roared and quickly burrowed into the forest.

Arthas followed the undead unhurriedly, and the frost sorrow in his hands had a restraining effect on these undead, so that they did not dare to break out of their control at will, otherwise they would be wiped out!

Rows of zombies roamed aimlessly through the forest, pure soul vanity banshees howled and flew from tree to bush, gargoyles resembling giant bats, flying in the shadows of the forest, searching for their prey.

Arthas had a blank face, he couldn't remember where it was, but he knew that the command in his head was directing him to do so.

Gradually, he seemed to have a sense of familiarity with this forest, every grass and tree here, even a leaf, there was a sense of familiarity, had he been here before?

Two watchtowers stood tall in the clearing in the forest, and two elven warriors stood on the watchtowers, carrying bows and arrows on their backs and long knives hanging from their waists, paying attention to the wind and grass in the forest.

"He-Man, am I dazzled?" The distance between the two towers was not very wide, and at this point, the elven warrior on one of the towers said, "How do I feel that something has run past." ”

"Klassen, you read it wrong, there's something going on around quietly." Seaman said with a frown.

"I hope so, I hope I'm wrong." Klassen muttered.

"He-Man, Klassen, it's time to eat!" Behind the watchtower, there were several wooden houses, and an elf stood in the doorway, shouting at the two of them.

"Got it!" Klassen replied, turning back to greet He-Man, and the two of them walked down the watchtower toward the house.

"Don't you really need to send someone to the watchtower, Clark?" Klassen mumbled as he stuffed food into his mouth.

"Who are you sending, a dozen of us have been guarding here for two years, and we haven't even seen a big beast." Clark said dissatisfied, "You two eat quickly, it's still your two vigil tonight!" ”

"It's us again, we've just had a night's rest!" Seaman protested quietly.

"Don't talk nonsense, if you two are the two of you, who told you to be so energetic!" Clark slapped Sea-Man on the head.

"It's also a sin to be energetic?" Klassen also expressed his displeasure at this time.

"Okay, where did you get all this nonsense, let you both rest for a week after tonight!" Clarke's face was furious.

It was getting late, and the double moon of Azeroth arrived as scheduled. Klassen and He-Man walked up to the watchtower, but they did not separate and went up to the same watchtower. This is the principle that they have always abided by, and if something happens, they should take care of each other.

Arthas wandered through the forest with the undead army for a day, and he was somewhat annoyed that he didn't see a single person except a few small animals.

Let's not talk about those zombies and banshees, but aren't those gargoyles the most sensitive, why haven't they found anyone?

Arthas ignored the fact that the gargoyles hated sunlight more than he did, and spent the whole day wandering in the shadows of the forest, not daring to fly out.

At night, things are much better, and it becomes a paradise for those gargoyles, huge gargoyles, flying through the forest, searching for their targets.

Suddenly, they found a watchtower. Ah no, it's two! Two figures swayed above the watchtower, and they flew silently over the watchtower, clearly sensing that there were still people in the house behind them.

The gargoyles spun around and flew back, not daring to act rashly without Arthas's orders, as if they made a mistake they would anger Arthas.

"He-Man, did you feel a yin wind just now?" Klassen took off his bow and arrows from his back and kept sweeping around.

"No, I didn't feel anything. I said can you not be suspicious, don't scare yourself this big night! He-Man said this, but only to embolden himself, and he took off his bow and arrows from his back and looked at the other side of the forest.

"Go, kill them!" After receiving the message, Arthas gave his first order since leading the group.

Gargoyles and zombies silently approached the tower, and He-Man and Klassen were unaware of it, just blindly observing the movement around them.

A gargoyle descended below the canopy and flew behind the two, two powerful claws poking into the tower.

"He-Man, do you feel anything?" Klassen asked in a whisper, but after waiting a few seconds before responding, he looked back with a chuckle, only to see a pair of huge white eyes staring at him.

Klassen was suddenly startled and screamed instantly. The screaming lasted only two seconds before it stopped, and the gargoyle's claws pierced his throat, making a sound like a bellows.

Clark was sleeping soundly when he suddenly heard a loud shout that woke him up suddenly.

"Damn, these two bastards, what are they called in the middle of the night, see if I don't fix you!" Clark put on his coat as he stood up and walked outside.

Before he could reach the door, his wooden door was reduced to splinters and flew in the air, and a tall figure stood in the doorway, blocking his way.

"You, you, who are you?" Clark felt his tongue curl.

Arthas's gaze was only numb, and he slowly pulled out the frost sorrow, and suddenly reached out towards Clark. A milky white brilliance flowed to the sorrow of the frost. Moments later, Clark fell to the ground silently, as if he had been evacuated.

Arthas came to the open space in front of the room, the battle in the other rooms was over, and a dozen people without exception were all killed by the undead, but it won't be long before they get back on their feet and fight for themselves!

"This will be our stronghold, we will all go out and clean this area tomorrow, I don't want to see another living person!" With that, Arthas thrust the magic sword in his hand back into the sheath at his waist.