Northrend, in the Dragonbone Wilderness, in a hidden cavern.

The Prince of Arthas stood silently in the middle of the cavern, looking at the weapon in front of him.

After a lot of hard work and a long journey, I finally came here.

After arriving on the continent of Northrend, Arthas found that he was not strong enough to defeat the fearsome Lord of Malganis, and his expeditionary force was not enough to wipe out the endless army of the undead.

But hope always comes unexpectedly, just as it did to Queen Azhara during the time of the Well of Eternity.

Again, hope and disaster, sometimes you can't even tell the difference between the two.

That mysterious whisper ... The Excalibur will help him so that he can accomplish the cause of revenge and free his kingdom and people from disaster.

Shaking his head vigorously, His Royal Highness looked at the dwarf who had fallen aside, his eyes revealing incomparable self-reproach and sadness.

His old friend Muradin Copperbeard fell to the side, and the dwarf looked as if he was dead.

He attacked him because he prevented himself from getting the Excalibur in front of him.

The dwarves believe that there is something strange about this, and that this sword contains incomparably evil and dark powers.

I'm sorry... Friends... But I have to do it, and I'm willing to pay any price for the sake of the Kingdom and my people, because I'm going to save them.

Arthas looked at the Excalibur stuck in the ice in front of him, and then...

They drew their swords.

The blue and white rune sword was in my hand, and Arthas didn't say a word for a long time, and countless complex and chaotic emotions flashed in his eyes.

Frost's sorrow.

Finally, he got the Divine Sword Frost's Sorrow.

I finally have the ability to save my country and my people!

Arthas burst out laughing, and despite all the hardships and obstacles, he finally succeeded.

And the last words of the Guardians who had guarded Frost's Sorrow still echoed in his ears.

"Do you want to continue to protect this sword, ghost!"

"No... What we want to protect ... It's you. ”

The Ghost Guardians said in a sad tone that Arthas couldn't understand before they dissipated.

Arthas was dismissive of this, and his heart was full of determination at the moment.

The ghosts simply can't understand their beliefs, they don't understand anything.

"For the sake of my people, no matter what kind of curse, I am willing to bear it!"

Arthas remembered the little boy named Timmy again.

"Will you protect us, Your Highness?"

"Yes, I will always protect you and everything in this kingdom, and I am willing to pay any price for this. ”

Will you protect us ...

I will...

Armed with Excalibur, Arthas returned to the expeditionary force camp alone, silently leading them on.

As for the messengers sent by their father, Terenus, they are dead.

Not only that, but Arthas burned all the ships to the ground, placing the blame on the mercenaries who were loyal to them.

I can't stop, let alone return to Lordaeron, even my father can't stop my revenge!

Hatred burned in his heart, and hatred drove the prince on.

All the way to the Icecrown Glacier region, the undead who died under the sword of frost sorrow, not ten thousand, but also eight thousand, this sword is worthy of the name of the artifact, any undead in the face of frost sorrow, it seems that they have lost the ability to resist, kneeling on the ground and trembling, facing their death again, like a guilty prisoner.

This is the power of Excalibur, and it can indeed save its own people!

Merely... Frostmourn seemed to be constantly whispering to herself, constantly affecting her thoughts, much to Arthas's annoyance.

You can't disobey me!

Obey my commands, and I am your master!"

Finally, in the vast expanse of whistling snow, Arthas finally meets the Dreadlord Marganis once again, the author of the undead scourge.

Frost Grief glowed with ice-blue energy in his hands, and the prince's heart was filled with endless anger for revenge that he desperately wanted.

"Melganis, I want you dead!"

Alsace got his wish, and he succeeded.

He got his revenge.

After a fierce battle, Marganis's army of the undead was wiped out, and the Dreadlord died at the hands of Frostmourn's sword.

Melganis is dead, at least that's what Arthas thinks, he doesn't understand the nature of the Dreadlord as a demon.

But at the moment it has nothing to do with him, because his heart is incomparably empty.

The Lordaeron soldiers of the Expeditionary Force watched in a daze as their Royal Highness the Prince walked alone into the distance of the endless snowfield.

The rune sword frost sorrow in his hand still exuded an ice-blue energy glow.

In the depths of the snowfield, Arthas fell to his knees, the sorrow of frost embedded in the snow.

That endless whisper, let him be confused, let him be lost, let him ... Depraved.

His golden hair turned silvery-white, and his eyes full of kindness and justice were cold at the moment.

The prince, who was dedicated to his people, had changed.

This paladin, who believes in the Light, has changed.

The most powerful Death Knight, was born.

From the moment the prince pulled out the frost sorrow, Naozu's whispers had taken complete control of him.

Yes, I am not wrong, it is all for the people of Lordaeron, and I will give them eternal life.

In the form of an undead.

On the top of a snow-capped mountain not far away, several black and white dragons with black energy ashes floating out of their bodies squatted there, looking at the fallen Arthas.

"Go, immediately report to the god of Salodar and the eternal dragon king Lord Mdozno, the established fate has not deviated, Arthas has fallen, the time is different... Less than two seconds. ”

The Eternal Dragon Lord Ionus stared silently at the fallen prince in the distance, and then commanded the other Eternal Dragon beside him.

Suddenly, he seemed to feel something, and his expression was shocked and confused.

He sensed that the predetermined fate of another being had once again deviated dramatically, which left Ionus in deep thought.

"Deathwing? I see, without the Dragon's Soul event, fate has begun to have a huge chain of deviations... ”

Eastern Kingdom Continent, Wetland Region.

A middle-aged human uncle with black hair and black eyes stood on a small hillside not far from Grimbaato Fortress and nodded with satisfaction.

This is where your great experiment begins.

The Twilight Dragon... and the machine creations that control the dragon's mind.

And the first goal ... Thinking of this, Deathwing let out a low chuckle.

Alexstasa, the queen of the Red Dragon, is not bad.

It's a pity that the Green Dragon Queen Ysera nests in Sulama City, the territory of the Titan God, every day, and she can't do it herself.

That she-dragon couldn't have taken a fancy to that old titan rascal in Sarodar, right?