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Many people remember the bells of Lordaeron. They rang once when Orgrim was defeated, and then rang once when Turalyon successfully closed the Dark Portal in his expedition to Draenor. The melodious melody only

It belongs to those who have returned from victory, it belongs to heroes, and it is played when some important state events occur - the royal wedding, the birth of an heir, the king's funeral.

Arthas Menethil never thought he would be greeted like this, he just... went home.

He sent back the news before his triumphant return. He told how he discovered the mastermind behind the plague, how he found and killed Kel'Thuzad, and his father probably already knew this.

'But he doesn't trust you, does he?'

The voice in his head reminded Arthas. Yes, Terenas had followed Uther's advice and ordered the withdrawal of his troops. His revenge was almost ruined.

On this day of honoring his return to his hometown, he strode towards the capital, crossed the lowered suspension bridge, and was greeted by the cheers and applause of the people - grateful that their beloved prince had rescued the entire country from danger. He accepted it as a matter of course, but only in his heart

Thinking about meeting my father whom I haven’t seen for a long time.

"I would love to speak to you, Father, and explain to you what has happened to me," he wrote. "I'm sure you've spoken to Nathanos and Uther. I can imagine

What did they say to drive a wedge between us? I assure you that everything I did was entirely for the best interests of Lordaeron. In the end, I destroyed the demon that brought the plague to our people, returned in triumph, and brought a new hope to the kingdom.

A brand new era.”

The people marching behind him were all wearing black cloaks and were as silent as him. People did not seem to ask them to respond to this warm welcome. There were welcoming crowds everywhere, not only humans, but also elves, dwarves,

Dwarf diplomats, nobles and other important people not only filled the courtyard, but also crowded the watchtower high up. Pink, white, and red rose petals fell like rain to the returning heroes...

Quel'Thalas also has such a flower season? Nathanos, who was wandering in Eversong Forest, looked up in surprise to see the petals scattered on the tall trees. More would fall when the wind blew. He imagined Aurelie

Ya stood in front of him on the wedding day, the petals fell on her bright smile, and she raised her face to kiss him.

Alleria...

Nathanos was touched by this scene and caught a red petal with his hand. He stroked it, and a crack appeared accidentally...

Similarly, another petal also fell into the prince's hand. Alsace frowned. The petals in his hand began to dry up and turned lifeless brown, and then the entire petal was destroyed. He quickly and disdainfully

Throw away this dead thing and move on.

No one could stop him. Arthas thought he would meet Uther and Nathanos. He was still looking forward to seeing the expressions of those two people when they saw him, but it was a pity that they were not here. He pushed away

He strode forward to the familiar door of the throne room. He glanced at Terenas quickly, gave the king a smile that was almost completely hidden by his hood, and knelt down submissively, holding Frostmourne in his body.

In front of it, its sharp edge touched the stone slab on the ground.

"Ah, my child. I'm glad to see you back safely." Terenas said, standing up tremblingly.

Terenas seemed to be in poor health, Arthas thought. The events of the past few months had made him much older. His hair was grayer, and his eyes were full of exhaustion. It looked like he was trying to clean up Stratholme.

He spent a lot of energy on the mess.

But it will be fine soon.

'You don't have to sacrifice for your people anymore, you don't have to bear the pressure of that crown anymore. I'll take care of everything.'

Arthas suddenly raised his head and stood up, his armor clanking. He took off his hood with one hand and observed his father's reaction. Terenas' eyes widened when he saw his change clearly.

The prince's hair was once as dazzling gold as the sun. But now, it has become as pale as a skeleton. He knew that his face was equally pale, as if all the blood had been sucked dry.

'it's time!'

Frostmourne whispered in his heart. Arthas rushed towards Terenas, who was standing on the steps. There were several guards standing in the hall, but they were obviously no match for the two followers who followed Arthas into the hall.

Maven and Farric eliminated the guards neatly. Arthas strode up the carpeted steps without fear and grabbed his father's arm.

He raised the sword. The runes on Frostmourne emitted an impatient cold light. Then another whisper came, but this time it didn't come from the rune sword, but from a memory...

... King Llane, the father of King Varian Wrynn of Stormwind City, was assassinated by a trusted friend.

Alsace's eyes turned cold, and the memory came to an abrupt end.

"What do you want, my child?"

"Heir to your throne...Father."

Then Frostmourne's hunger and thirst were satisfied, briefly.

Alsace immediately went out and returned to the courtyard without any emotion.

All crazy!

The carnival turned into killing, and the heartless celebration turned into a desperate struggle for survival. Most of those who had waited for hours to welcome the prince's return were now lying in a pool of blood. The blood coagulated on their horrific wounds,

Limbs are broken and torsos are shattered. All people are equal in the face of this horrific death.

Arthas didn't care about the final fate of these people - whether they were fed to the crows or became new subordinates to obey him. These were left to his lieutenants, Farric and Marvin, who were as pale as bones like their master, and even older than him.

It was several times more ruthless. As Alsace walked along the path he came from, many voices appeared in his mind.

'...This is not a wormy apple tree, this is a whole city of living people!'

'What will happen to the future of this kingdom if you die!'

'You lied to your people and betrayed your mercenaries! You are not like the boy I knew back then, you are not like the child of King Terenas.'

'This power is yours. Do what you want.'

Arthas sneered, and the last sound made him feel so happy.

He stood on a high place, pointed the sword forward, and announced: "This kingdom will be destroyed, and a new ruling order will be born from the ruins, which will shake the foundation of this world's survival."...

Ironforge

The Great Furnace is recognized by the entire world as the best choice for forging magical weapons. Of course, in addition to good forging conditions, it also requires a forging master who is proficient in making weapons. Magni, King of Ironforge,

Although he was a king, his two brothers teased him that he was more like a blacksmith, but Magni himself agreed with this view. He once believed that he gave his brother Muradin Bronzebeard the warhammer and battleaxe he forged.

It was his most satisfying work, but today, he firmly believed that his views would change. It took nearly half a year and consumed countless fine iron and raw materials. Every step was completed by him personally, and he even made a selfish decision——

During this time, no one is allowed to use the melting pot except him.

"It's almost done, almost done!" Magni said, looking at the dancing flames and undulating heat waves in the furnace. Few people can endure such high temperatures.

"Work harder, good girl!" Magni once again threw the mixed neutralizer into the furnace. The magma boiled, and the hot gas hit the furnace and made a roar. Then the diffuser pump used to control the temperature was powered by huge energy.

He pushed it away pretty hard.

Magni was knocked away, but he laughed wildly at that moment.

"Success!!!"

The strong energy made everything around him unstable, and Ironforge felt like an earthquake had occurred. Magni got up from the ground and shouted at the almost paralyzed forging device: "Ashbringer! Ashbringer!
Chapter completed!