After Arthas killed his teacher Uther, he set out to find the bones of Kel'thugad. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

His bones were collected by his own follower, the necromancer, and buried in a small tomb. The cultists immediately rushed forward, found the tomb, and with great effort pushed open the cover. Inside was a coffin, which was quickly hoisted out. Arthas touched it lightly with his foot, grinning slightly.

"Come, wizard," said him teasingly, as the coffin was loaded onto the so-called "meat grinder," "the master you once served now needs you again." ”

"I told you that my death was meaningless."

Arthas was taken aback. He had become accustomed to hearing voices, and the Lich King was whispering to him through Frost Grief almost all the time. But this time is different. He recognized the voice, but it had sounded arrogant and snarky in the past, not as intimate and secretive as it is now—Kel'thugad.

"How...... Am I listening to ghosts? ”

He didn't just hear them, he saw them. Or at least a ghost was seen. Kel'thugad's form gradually formed before his eyes, transparent and ethereal, and the position of his eyes became two black holes. Although it was very different from when he was alive, it must be that he was right, and those ghostly lips hooked up a mysterious smile.

"I'm right next to you, Prince Arthas."

"You've been doing it for a long time." Out of nowhere, Tikdios let his low roar come from, and the ghost of Kel'thugad, if it ever existed, vanished. Alsace was a little apprehensive, was it a hallucination? Could it be that his sanity began to follow his soul away from him?

Tikdios didn't notice it at all, and opened the coffin with a disgusted look on its face, looking at the corpse that was almost rotting into juice. Arthas found the stench easier to accept than expected, but still terrifying. He had struck the wizard with his hammer and witnessed his anomalous decay in a lifetime.

"It's so rotten. I'm afraid I won't be able to hold out to Quel'Thalas. ”

Alsace came to his senses. "Quel'Salas?" The golden land of the elves......

"Yes. Only the energy of the High Elves' sunwell can resurrect Kel'thugad. The Dreadlord's brow furrowed even tighter. With each passing second, he rotted worse. Your father's urn is just the right size. Haha~~~" Tik Dios pointed to King Tris's urn next to him.

With that, the Dreadlord smirked. In order to gain unique powers, Arthas must resurrect Kel'thugad.

He knelt down to pick up the urn and held it for a long time, and finally, he slowly opened the seal, flipped it over and poured out the contents of it. King Terenus's ashes rained down like flour infected with the plague, slowly falling on the snow. The wind swept away, and the only gray dust left by the king rose in the wind, hovering like a living thing, and scattered all over the Death Knight's body. Arthas took a step back in shock, his hands subconsciously covering his face, and 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.

Arthas took a deep breath, barely trying to calm himself. After a while, he stood up and regained his demeanor. If he really had any feelings, he was locked up so deeply that even he couldn't notice it. The Death Knight turned to the meat grinder containing the rotting bones of Kel'thugad with a blank face, pushing away a Scourge soldier.

"Bring the wizard in," he commanded. Arthas mounted his invincible horse and looked north. Quel'Salas is not far away.

During his six-day journey to the High Elf realm, Arthas conversed with the shadow of Kel'thugad and grew his army.

He marched east from Andorhar, followed by a meat grinder creaking and rattling, passing through Firestone Farm, Dalson Cone, Gallon Farm, crossing the Sodoril River, and entering eastern Lordaeron. Plague victims are everywhere, and it only takes a simple mental command to get them to follow like loyal dogs. They feed very well - just eat the dead. Very...... Clean.

The zombies of the plague, the abomination of stumps, the ghosts of the fallen, they joined just as Arthas had expected. But a new group of allies was unexpected—one that surprised him at first, then frightened, and finally happy.

His army met them on the way to Quel'Thalas. From a distance, it looks as if the earth is moving. No, that's not an apt enough description. They were beasts, all of the same kind. Is it a cow or sheep that breaks through the fence after the owner turns into a zombie? Or a bear or a wolf enjoying a feast of corpses? Arthas clutched Frost Sorrow again and again, his eyes widening in shock and disbelief.

They don't move like four-legged creatures. They galloped and galloped, over the hills and meadows, like—

"Spider," he murmured.

They poured down the slope, with a terrible appearance of black and purple, and several legs ran quickly, and soon came to Artace. They came for him-they--

"This is the Lich King's new warrior for his favored retainers," Kel'thugad said. It seems that only Arthas can see his ghost and hear his voice; He talked a lot during this time, and was bent on sowing the seeds of doubt in the Death Knight's heart, not of him - but of Tikdios and the other demons. "The Dreadlord is not trustworthy," he said. "They're in charge of spying on the Lich King. I'll tell you everything...... When I return to the world. ”

They would have had time to talk about it. Arthas wondered if Kel'thugad was trying to use the information as a decoy to ensure that he would complete his mission.

Then Arthas asked, "He sent these...... For me? What are they? ”

"It used to be a crypt demon," Kel'thugad said. "Their ancestors are a proud race known as 'Angela', who are highly intelligent when they are alive and are committed to purging any alien creatures."

Arthas shivered in disgust as he looked at the spider-like creature in front of him. "Good. And now? ”

"Now, they are the defeated men of our master. Lord Lich King has transformed these Crypt Demons and their lord Anubarak into the undead. Now they are here to help you, Prince of Arthas, for your glory and that of their master. ”

"Undead spiders," Arthas thought to himself. These spiders are huge, hateful-looking, and look very dangerous. They learned that Soso was galloping in, merging with an army of zombies, ghosts, and abominations. "The elves used against Quel'Thalas."

This Lich King, whoever he is, is a theatrical genius. (To be continued.) )