Time flew by, and by the time the snow and ice in Kalimdor began to melt, nearly two months had passed since Good Friday.

Northrend.

Thousands of miles of ice, wind and snow howling.

Strangely, when Alsace saw this extremely cold place again, he felt like he was at home.

As the shoreline of Howling Fjord came into view, Arthas recalled the first time he set foot on the land, filled with the grief of being betrayed by Gianna and Uther, and the bitterness of what he had been forced to do at Stratholme.

And what happened next was so much that it seemed like a whole life had passed.

He had come with a vengeance to transform his people into the Dreadlord Melganis of the Walking Dead, and now he himself was the master of the zombies, an associate of Kel'thugad, and a servant of the Lich King......

It's strange that fate could be so tortuous.

He felt the cold then, but now he doesn't.

The same is true of his loyal followers; Death dulls their senses. Only the still living necromancers needed to anchor and wear warm clothes over their frail and thin bodies to fend off the whistling, knife-like wind and slow-falling snowflakes.

Alsace stiffly stepped out of the rowboat onto the shore. He may not have felt anything about the cold, but his strength and strength were exhausted. As soon as his feet touched the ground, Arthas felt his presence - the Lich King.

Not only in his mind, but not only through the sorrow of the frost to talk to him. Although the faint flash of the rune sword brightened slightly. No, Arthas could feel him—his master was in it with him, which he had not been aware of before. Add to that some kind of stinging sensation when a threat comes.

He turned to his men who had followed him to the shore—ghouls, ghosts, shades, abominations, gargoyles, and necromancers, as well as most of the Death Knights:

"We've got to move fast." Arthas commanded in a loud voice, "The Lich King's side is under threat. We must hurry to the Frozen Throne! ”

"Nope! You can't go anywhere, Arthas! ”

"It's all over here!"

A grim voice rang out from a ridge behind the Death Knight. The calm voice seemed to have no emotional fluctuations, but it was mixed with soaring anger, hatred, and a hint of ...... Bemoan?

The familiar voice made Alsace's pupils shrink. His body trembled slightly, and he quickly pulled out the sorrow of frost, and his pupils shrank slightly, and he turned to look in the direction where the voice came from.

"Terenus and Uther probably never imagined that they would raise such a father-killing and treasonous beast as you until they died!"

A grim voice. In the old voice, the tone of hatred and regret became more and more raised:

"You were a prince, Arthas! But you have betrayed your father, your mentor, your men, and your people! ”

"Turn back! It's not too late to take advantage of a qiē! ”

The shouting was almost roaring. Arthas's hands clenched the frost's sorrow tightened and tightened with the rage of the words, like his heart that he thought was already as solid as a rock, but now twitched violently.

"Ah, His Majesty King Dalyn Prodmore."

Barely suppressing the feeling of weakness in his body, Arthas greeted him with a smile on his face as if he had met an old friend he hadn't seen for a long time. It's just that under the smiling expression, the puzzled and solemn expression is not completely concealed.

"As the king of Kultiras, why do you come to Northrend if you don't go to patrol your seas? Is it preparing to join this world of the dead? ”

It was an admiral who was captured by mistake and coerced by a certain crossing man.

After all, in a sense. Admiral Dahlin was not only a friend of Arthas's father, but also almost became the father-in-law of the Death Knight......

If there is anyone in Azeroth today who is qualified to reprimand Arthas, who has become the second person of the scourge and promoted to the heroic master, like educating the "juniors", it is only this stoic and stubborn old man.

Strictly speaking, Admiral Dalin, despite his age. But that fiery temper has not been restrained by the passage of time, even better than that of the young man Tang.

Arthas's dismissive response and mockery, as well as his self-indulgent choice, thoroughly angered the aging admiral.

"Willing to fall for the slightest evil power...... Alsace, you have disappointed me so much!

"Nope! Your depravity has saddened all those who have trusted you, respected you, and placed high hopes in you! ”

Slowly drew the generalissimo's sword that was saddled behind him. Daillin Prodmore suppressed the complicated feelings in his heart, and made a final effort to reprimand and persuade him, hoping that the Death Knight would wake up. Although the admiral knew that the odds were slim......

"Look at you now, in the company of evil and with sin...... Blasphemy of the dead, betrayal of subjects...... Now you have fallen into the evil heresy you once swore to fight for the rest of your life! You have become the savior you once vowed to exterminate completely! ”

"I remember the day you were ordained to join the Silver Hand, and the prince of Lordaeron had finally grown into a man who could carry heavy burdens!"

The more he spoke, the angrier he became, and the admiral's face was already filled with unwillingness, shame, regret and remorse: "Arthas Minechel is a glorious and upright paladin, just as his subjects expect!" ”

"I still remember the bright chants and solemn halls of the Chapel of the Wish of Light under the light of the Holy Light!"

"I still remember that the heroic spirits of the martyrs blessed you, and the light of mercy made you glorious!"

"I remember Terenus, your father, who stroked your cheek and smiled with satisfaction!"

"I remember Uther, your mentor, when he personally handed over the hammer to you, and the determined gaze that burst into his eyes!"

"I still remember you when you were still young. After receiving the baptism, he exalted the power of Minahir, and swore to protect the weak with a sword and shield, and defend justice with the holy light! ”

At the end of the day, the admiral, who had aroused the anger in his chest, had already roared with rage, and his words were deafening.

"But now, Arthas? What now!!! ”

"Enough, old thing! You have too much nonsense! ”

Almost with all his strength, he erupted into a roar. Arthas interrupted the admiral's questioning almost in annoyance. Fragments of memories poured in, and familiar and heartwarming scenes replayed in Arthas's mind over and over again, almost shaking the Death Knight's heart.

But. The admiral was like he couldn't see Arthas's murderous eyes, and the questioning and cross-examination that blurted out continued......

"Humility, mercy, valor, justice, honesty, sacrifice, honor, spirit!"

"Have you forgotten the vows you made to the Light in the Chapel of the Light's Wishes?"

"Answer me. Alsace! ”

"What about your vows? What about your conscience? ”

"Ah~~~~"

The Death Knight let out a miserable roar and wail, and great pain came over him like a tidal wave once more. Arthas's mind ached.

"I've had enough of the pedantic stupidity of this old man, block out those demagogues, my most loyal servant!"

Against the backdrop of the blood-red curtain, the Lich King's cold and cruel voice exploded in the Death Knight's mind more clearly than ever:

"Kill him, transform him into a death knight, and bring him to me!"

"When he joins us, he'll understand how ridiculous his persistence is at the moment!"

"Kill him! Alsace! Kill him! ”

The Admiral's questioning and the Lich King's orders fought back and forth in Arthas's mind, and the Death Knight's face was grim at this moment.

"Oaths? Conscience? ”

Long. It was only from the trembling heart that the Death Knight's face pulled out a sarcastic expression, and replied dismissively, "Those things you hold dear will only make me weaker!" Only strength, great power is trustworthy and reliable! ”

"And stupid you...... I don't understand the power I'm looking for! ”

Frost's sorrow was held high like a hunting battle flag. Arthas stared at the admiral's old but powerful body with blood-red eyes, and shouted word by word:

"So, Daylin Prodmore, today you will experience death and rebirth! I, Alsace-Minechil, will lead you to true power and restore the origin of this world before you! ”

When the Death Knight struggles. The admiral even had the last glimmer of hope in his heart, but the determination and viciousness of Alsace finally shattered the last vestiges of Daillin Prodmore......

"Obsessed!"

"There is no cure!"

The admiral's expression calmed down, and his cold and stern voice resounded throughout the beach:

"The path is your own choice, Patricide!"

"And today, every evil will end again!"

"Your Excellency!" As soon as the admiral's words fell, a necromancer pointed his finger into the distance and shouted. Arthas looked in the direction the necromancer had pointed out, and it was this glance that made the Death Knight's gaze froze.

Through the curtain of snow, he saw a large number of human soldiers dressed in the naval robes of Kul Tiras suddenly appear between the surrounding mountains and snowy hills. Thousands of muskets and crossbows from black holes have been directed at the undead scourge that dots the coast.

With the sharp swing of the Admiralsimo's sword, a rain of bullets fell from the sky.

The overwhelming array of arrows and bullets fell on the charging undead, as dense as snowflakes. However, most of the undead did not fall, as long as they did not hit the vital point, and the puncture of arrows and bullets had no effect on them.

"Undead Scourge, forward!"

Alsace rode his horse and charged, and for the invincible skeleton horse, this rain of arrows was also no threat. Frost Sorrow was hungry and thirsty, as if it wanted to draw energy from every living and shining soul it devoured, and Arthas was no different.

This is a battle with a huge disparity in forces.

And the disadvantage in the army turned out to be the Scourge Legion, which has always been known for its large number of cannon fodder......

The rebellion in Lordaeron had drastically reduced the forces under Arthas's command, and the Sea of the Dead, which the Scourge had always been proud of, was completely unable to play in the face of the nearly 20,000 Kultiras naval interception forces.

But when the Frost Grief in the hands of the Death Knight had slit the neck of an admiral and drank blood, in the midst of the clamor of battle, Arthas heard a voice coming from the hill ahead, as low and cold as Northrend itself.

"For the sake of natural disasters, forward! Kill them in the name of Nao Zu! ”

Reinforcements are coming!

It's nothing more than reinforcements from the Undead Scourge...... (To be continued) Q