The vast army of Kel'thugad floated beside the Death Knights, almost idyllic, if that word could be used to describe the Lich. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 Info It was he who asked the Scourge to come to this icy backwoods, and so far Arthas has not raised any doubts. But the long journey became more and more tedious, and he was full of curiosity. Then a smile tugged at the corner of the prince's mouth.

"So," he said teasingly, "you don't hold a grudge against me for killing you?" ”

"Don't be stupid," replied the undead. "It's just part of the Lich King's plan."

Arthas was surprised, and said, "The Lich King knows I'm going to kill you?" He frowned, glancing at the sword in his lap. It was sleeping quietly, with no whispers, and no runes on it flashed with power.

"Of course," Kel'thugad's hollow voice carried a hint of superiority. "He chose you to be his warrior long before the damnation began."

Alsace was even more uncomfortable. No one ever asked or revealed his fate. If he had known this, would he have accepted it? No, he's sure of it. Arthas never liked to be manipulated, but he understands that since he is destined to be a terrible weapon, he can only adapt. Fate was irreversible, he had to go one step at a time, or he would have refused long ago - or he would still be with Gianna and Uther, and his father would have -

"If he knows everything, why can the Dreadlord still control him?"

"They were sent by the creator of their master, the Demon Lord of the Burning Legion."

Hearing this, Alsace couldn't help but shudder. The Burning Legion is just four words, but it means a throbbing force. At this moment, the frost sorrow on his knees flickered a few times.

"It's a huge army that has destroyed countless worlds." Kel'thugad's voice seemed to be demagogic, and Arthas closed his eyes, and the scene unfolded as the Lich narrated. He saw the red sky, the red world, countless creatures pouring down from the ridges, running like hounds, but not ordinary beasts—they had long jaws with interlaced teeth and tentacles on their shoulders. The rock dragged the trail of the green flame and smashed into the ground, turning into a stone puppet living creature and striding towards the enemy.

"Now, it intends to throw the world into the flames of destruction. Our masters were created to pave the way for them. The Dreadlord was sent to ensure that he succeeded in his mission. ”

The picture in Arthas's mind changed. He looked at a richly carved gate. Even though he had never seen it with his own eyes, he knew that this was the Dark Gate. It emitted green fire, and countless demons gathered around it. Alsace shook his head, and the picture evaporated.

"So the plague of Lordaeron, the Hidden Sword Cave of Northrend, and the massacre of the elves...... It's all about preparing for a demonic invasion? ”

"That's right. In the end, you will find that the coming war will rewrite our history. ”

Arthas fell into deep thought. Frostgrief visibly woke up, and he took off the armor of his right hand and gently stroked the blade. It was so cold, so cold that it hurt even in the hands of his Death Knight, who had long been accustomed to touching the magic sword. He felt the whisper again, and the smile appeared on his face again.

"Lich, there's more to it than that, isn't it?" He asked, turning to look at Kel'thugad. "You mentioned that the Dreadlords imprisoned our master. Now, tell me what's going on. ”

With no flesh on his face, Kel'thugad didn't have to worry about his expression revealing his emotions. But Arthas could tell from the lich's imperceptible shrug that he was uncomfortable. Still, he answered the question.

"The first step in the Lich King's plan is to unleash Damnation and destroy any forces that might resist the Burning Legion."

Arthas nodded.

"For example, Lordaeron's army...... And the High Elves. He suddenly felt a faint cramping pain in his stomach, but then the feeling dispelled.

"Absolutely. The second step is to summon the Demon Lord and begin the invasion. The lich held up a bone finger and pointed it in the direction they were going. There are a group of orcs nearby that still have intact demon portals. I must use it to get in touch with the Demon Lord and take his orders. ”

Arthas was silent on his horseback for a moment, and his mind drifted back to fighting the orcs at Steinbrad alongside the Lightbringer Uther, who sacrificed human captives to their worshipping demon lords, much to his and Uther's disgust and shock. He was so enraged that Uther had to teach him not to fight in anger, and Uther rebuked: "If we turn passion into bloodlust, then we will be as evil as the orcs." ”

As a result, Uther died, and Arthas would continue to kill orcs, but for the benefit of the demons. The muscles in the Death Knight's eyes twitched.

"What are we waiting for?" He snapped, urging Invincible to leap forward.

The orcs fought bravely, but in vain, and all attempts to stop the Scourge were in vain. Arthas scurried over the orcs' corpses with unrivalled agility and swiftness. He stopped at the gate and stared at it for a long time. In front of him were three stones, which were extremely elegant for the barbarian orc race, but beside them were some huge animal bones glowing with dark red hues, and the green energy vortex slowly rotated in the door made of three stones. This is the gateway to another world. Gianna would have been intrigued – but she would have been too scared to satisfy her curiosity. It was this that caused her weakness.

But...... If it weren't, she wouldn't be Gianna......

"The beasts are gone," Arthas spitted. "The Devil's Gate is yours, Lich."

The skeleton shivered with excitement and floated forward, raising its arms earnestly. Several stone steps stretched out at the base of the arch, and Arthas noticed that the lich had not stepped on it. He stood at the foot of the stone steps, extremely respectful—or to put it bluntly, extremely afraid of being hurt. Arthas hesitated for a moment, and watched on horseback.

"I call to you, Akmund! Thy humble servant begs to see! ”

The green cloud continues to swirl. Then, Arthas noticed that a form - followed by facial features - looked both like and not like the Dreadlord he was familiar with.

Arthas felt as if his skin was blue-gray, and despite the green light shining on him, it was still invisible. But there was no doubt that the demon's body was very strong, with a barrel-like torso, thick and powerful arms, and legs like goats—Akmund's legs were bent backwards, ending not in feet but in a pair of split-toed hooves. There is also a tail that twitches deliberately, as if trying to show a calm and self-controlled demeanor. His arms, shoulders, and legs were covered in shiny gold armor, decorated with skulls and spikes. A pair of whiskers swayed on his chin, but the most distinctive thing about his long face was not this, but a pair of eyes that shimmered green, the evil green light brighter and more striking than the mist that swirled around him. Even though Akmund wasn't here, and his entity hadn't yet entered the world, Arthas couldn't help but be unmoved.

"You call me, little lich, and now I'm here," said the demon, his voice deep and loud, and Arthas felt his bones rattle with it.

"You're the Kel'thugad of Naozu, aren't you?"

Kel'thugad hung his horned head, and he was almost prostrate on the ground.

Alsace proudly said, "No, I am Arthas. My lord. It is I who call you. I beg you for advice on how to open the passage that welcomes you into this world. I live to serve you. ”

"It seems that Neozu has found a very good candidate this time, haha~~~" The Demon Lord said in a tone of voice, "You have to find a special book," and looked at Arthas for a while, then stopped paying attention to him.

Although Arthas felt annoyed, he could only endure in the face of such a powerful boss and asked, "What is that book?" ”

"It is the only magic book left by Medivan, the last Guardian," said Akmund. Only his lost spells will be enough to bring me into your world. Go to the mortal city of Dalaran and look for it, and the book is there. Three days later, at sunset, the summoning ceremony begins. The image is gone. Arthas stared at where it had been, unable to take his eyes off it for a long time. Dalaran. Compared to Quel'Thalas, it is the greatest magical city in Azeroth.

Dalaran. Where Gianna Plodmore trained. She may well still be there. Suddenly, a spark of pain burned through him.

"Dalaran is guarded by the most powerful mages in Azeroth," he said slowly to Kel'thugad. "There's no way we're going to sneak in, they'll be ready to deal with us."

"Same as Quel'Salas?" Kel'thugad let out a hollow laugh. "Think about how vulnerable they are to our army. This time will be no different. Beyond that, remember - I used to be a member of Kenrito, and I knew Archmage Antonidas. Dalaran was once my home, when I was still dragging the skin of a mortal. I know its secrets, its protective spells, and where they are unguarded enough to sneak in. Those people will find that I have abandoned my old ways and moved away from my past destiny, and it is wonderful to see their fears. Don't be afraid, Death Knight. We can't fail, and no one, anything, can stop the Scourge Legion. ”

Kel'thugad said: "You don't feel comfortable talking about Dalaran. ”

"Shut up, wizard," he exasperated, though he was recalling the first time he had escorted Gianna into the gates of Dalaran. The innocence of that time, he could hardly imagine it anymore.

"Is there someone you care about? Or are they good memories? ”

Kel'thugad did not give up. Arthas couldn't control his anger, and he raised his hand, letting him twist and wrest in pain for a while before letting go.

"How dare you say it again," he warned. "Let's get to work." (To be continued.) )