In the Lordaeron region, the Dreadlord Titodios, who was originally in charge of monitoring the Lich King, has found Arthas, and he has come to convey the Lich King's message: Resurrect Kel'thugad!

The prince will re-excavate Kel'thugad's body and take him to the Sanctuary of Quel'Thalas, the Well of the Sun, where Kel'thugad will be resurrected as a powerful lich.

Arthas is now under the control of Frostmourn, and he obeys the Lich King's orders.

Before he could act, however, Arthas went to a small grave not far from the ruins of Lordaeron.

Here is buried a war horse, one of Arthas's favorite mounts: Invincible.

The prince dug up the grave, and the bones of the war horse lay quietly in the coffin. The prince raised Frost Sorrow and pointed his sword at the invincible bones.

"Resurrect, my companion, carry me once more, and crush all enemies. ”

The long sword shot out a blue light and poured into the corpse of the warhorse.

Then, Invincible got back to its feet, and it jerked out of the grave, its black muscles recovering from its bones. A pair of dark gray wings grew on either side of the horse's body, and the eyes shimmered with ice-blue light.

Invincible recognized his master, His Royal Highness the Prince. He brought the horse's head, which was not breathing, close to Arthas and rubbed it affectionately.

"Go, invincible, carry me, as in the past, and destroy all enemies who dare to resist me!"

Death Knight Arthas rode invincible, led a huge army of the undead, and embarked on a journey to resurrect Kel'thugad.

His body was buried on the outskirts of the city of Andorhar, which is now known as the Western Plaguelands.

An endless army of the undead has engulfed the city, and three fellow paladins of the former Silver Hand have died at Arthas's sword.

In an inconspicuous grave outside the city, Alsace exhumed the body of Kel'thugad.

Just as he was about to leave and make his next move, he suddenly felt that the number of undead under his command was rapidly decreasing, and he fell silent.

The Andohar Chamber is now in dilapidation.

A human mage and a dwarf are struggling to resist wave after wave of undead attacks.

"Sisaris, you're going to die here today, it's my fault. Oscar wielded the Dust Messenger and slashed down one of the ghouls that rushed in.

The human mage known as Sisaris burst out laughing and unleashed an arcane barrage that blasted the zombies at the door to the slag.

"I am the son of the Great Lord of Ashes, and it is the highest honor to die in battle against evil!

At this time, the two saw a knight riding a giant black war horse walking slowly in the distance.

"Alsace ... Oscar gritted his teeth and stared at the Death Knight.

The prince also looked coldly at the two resisting men, and with a wave of frost sorrow, the huge flesh giant behind him roared and rushed over.

Cesaris calmly watched as the flesh giants approached the ghouls with a tidal tide.

"Oscar, go first. My adventure seems to be officially over today. ”

With that, the human mage floated, and the arcane energy in his body began to flow erratically. This is a suicidal skill he learned in Sulama during his class: the Arcane Explosion.

"I!I'm the son of Mograine!The blood of the High Lord of Ashes runs through me!Let's go to hell together!!! Arthas"

Like an arcane bomb, Sisaris flashed with a tyrannical purple glow and rushed towards the army of the undead like a cannonball.

Rumble!!!

A violent explosion rang out, and purple arcane energy wiped a third of the city of Andorar to the ground.

Arthas raised Frostmourn, a shield of blue light that fended off the final blow of Cesaris' self-detonation. But the army of the undead suffered heavy losses, especially the rare flesh giants, all of which had been blown into countless pieces of minced meat.

Oscar turned around and stabbed the black goat that had been with him for a long time, and killed the fat maggot and fat bug that had been with him for a long time and had deep feelings. Then his eyes calmly watched as the remnants of the undead continued to pour towards him.

The Dust Messenger kept flipping up and down in his hands, picking up piles of scraped flesh and limbs.

"I... It's Oscar. "The dwarf decapitated the head of a ghoul.

"I... It is a large landowner of the fire color. "His back was a blur of flesh from another ghoul's scratch.

Oscar retreated to the deepest part of the hall, kneeling on the ground and dressed in rough clothes.

"I... He is also a dwarven adventurer... I... Never look down!"

The dwarves rushed towards the group of ghouls with the last of their strength, and suddenly a dozen more ghouls died under the dagger blade of the Dust Bringer.

Suddenly, he jerked, and a ghoul's claw pierced his chest.

The dust messenger fell to the ground with a thud.

Oscar fell to the floor, and he remembered the snow-capped mountains of his hometown of Danmorrow, the spirits in the Cold Stone Hotel, and the great furnace of Ironforge.

I remembered my somewhat aggrieved, magical, and great adventure.

"It's over ... ”

"Lao Tzu is Oscar's shining diamond... Father... Never look down ... ”

Arthas silently watched the corpse of the dwarf, the dwarf and the human mage who had been reduced to ashes, inflicting the first of its kind on the Scourge Legion.

He held up Frost Sorrow and pointed to the dwarven corpse.

"Get up, get up again, and serve your new master. ”

Ice-blue light poured into Oscar's body, and the dwarf's body shook violently.

He snapped open his eyes, and it was a blue glow.

The Scourge Legion has one more Dwarven Death Knight.

Kalimdor, Ashenvale region, Demon Slayer Canyon.

Grom Hell roars and roars.

His Majesty the God-Emperor told him that a demon had sneaked into Azeroth. And this powerful demon, which you are also very familiar with, now wants to pollute the orcs once again with his own blood.

Your battle of fate, here.

The Orcs of the Iron Tribe and the New Tribe surrounded the canyon, and now they are standing silently on the valley or at the entrance, watching the Roar of Grom Hell and the Abyss Lord, Manolos the Destroyer, in the middle clearing.

Kargas* Blade Fist began to pound the black armor on his chest with his own blade.

Durotan and Orgrim raised their weapons and roared loudly.

Thrall stood beside them, a little nervous, staring closely at the long-time hero of the orcs, now the Blood Death Knight.

The Black Dragoons also circled in the sky, looking at their own Grand Commander on the ground.

"Mar-No-Lo-S!!" Grom roared, the blood roar in his hand flowing with blood-red energy.

The orcs began to charge towards the Abyss Lord, and a white bone shield appeared around their bodies.

"Orcs will never be slaves!!"

The roar of hell echoes in the Gray Valley.

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