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Arthas pondered on Invincible's back. It was really ironic that he had killed Kel'Thuzad, and now he was resurrecting him himself, and the location was still Andorhal.

Frostmourne whispered to him, asking him to obey. In fact, there was no need to remind him that he had no intention of turning back.

After the fall of the capital city of Lordaeron, Arthas began a dark crusade. He led his new subordinates across the land of Lordaeron and swept through towns one after another. As the whispers said, the "natural disaster" was indeed a suitable one.

Name. Many people did not expect the purification of this land, as if it suddenly fell from the sky. The Scourge will wipe out all life. Frostmourne called him the Death Knight, and his hair, skin and eyes were all drained of color.

, seemed to indicate that this title was more than just a title. Arthas didn't know what it meant, and he didn't care. The Scourge was at his disposal.

The only unpleasant thing is that he is now working for a Dreadlord named Tichondrius, who looks almost exactly like Mal'Ganis. This can be considered a kind of irony, but it no longer affects Arthas.

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"Like Mal'Ganis, I am a Dread Lord. But I am not your enemy." Tichondrius twisted his lips into a smile, but it looked more like a mockery. "Actually, I'm here to congratulate you.

.You killed your biological father and gave this land to the Scourge. This is considered to have passed the first test. The Lich King is...very satisfied with your enthusiasm."

Arthas felt ecstatic.

"Yes," he replied, maintaining a calm and powerful tone in front of this demon, "I destroyed everyone and everything I once protected, and I feel no regrets."

Tichondrius flapped his wings, but did not take off. Instead, he pointed at Frostmourne and said to Arthas: "The rune sword you are holding was made by the Nasrezim clan. The Lich King gave it the power to steal

The ability to take souls. The first soul it gets is you."

Various emotions collided in Arthas's heart. He stared at Frostmourne, and Tichondrius's words were firmly remembered by him. If the Lich King asked him for his soul as a price for saving his people,

He will hand it over without hesitation.

It doesn't matter anymore!

"I don't need any souls." Arthas replied nonchalantly. "What instructions does the Lich King have?"

The answer to this question was to assemble the Cult of the Damned. Arthas slaughtered a village and gathered most of the hidden believers. Then he went to complete a more important task - resurrecting Kel'Thuzad.

Arthas still remembered the corpse lying in Andorhal, the birthplace of the Plague Grain. He seemed to feel the anger when he rushed towards the necromancer again, but this feeling did not last long. The corners of the prince's pale lips curled up.

A smile, an ironic smile.

The buildings that were once burning were now charred wood. There should be no living people here, only the undead... But... Alsace tightened the reins. Invincible stopped immediately, and it remained obedient after death. Alsace

Si could catch a glimpse of some figures moving in an orderly manner ahead.

"Living people?" he asked doubtfully. There were armed humans stationed near the cemetery, and one of them was close to a small grave. After squinting for a while, his eyes widened. Those were not just living people, not just soldiers,

But the Paladin. Obviously Kel'Thuzad's body attracted a lot of attention.

However, hasn't he already disbanded the Knights? There shouldn't be any Paladins at all, and they are still openly gathering here without anyone stopping them. Frostmourne became restless, and it was hungry. Arthas pulled out the rune sword and raised it.

It signaled to a small group of undead behind it, and then launched an attack. Arthas quickly approached the cemetery guards, and he could clearly see the shock on their faces. The knights fought bravely, but in the end it proved to be in vain. They seemed

Already know what the result will be.

Frostmourne absorbed one soul after another, and suddenly there was an angry cry: "Arthas!"

He had heard the voice but could not remember who it was, so he turned to the speaker.

This man was tall and majestic, with a thick beard, and the wrinkles on his face proved that he had experienced many vicissitudes of life. His eyes aroused Alsace's memories. "Gavin Ladd?" he said in surprise, "Long time no see."

"Not long ago, where is the warhammer Uther gave you?" Gavin Rad said through gritted teeth, staring at the rune sword stained with the blood of Terenas in Arthas' hand. "A weapon exclusive to the Paladin.

, where are the weapons that represent honor?”

"I have a better one now." Arthas raised Frostmourne. It seemed to be pulsing in his hand, extremely hungry. "Get out of here, I'm just here to collect some rotten bones."

Gavin Radd frowned and spat at Arthas. "I can't believe we worked together with the Silver Hand! I really don't understand why Uther recommended you. Your betrayal broke his heart.

It's a mistake to let a spoiled prince join! You bring shame to the Silver Hand!"

"No, Paladin!" Arthas said softly, "After killing you, I will resurrect your body and make you my servant. That is a mockery of the Silver Hand." He said with a sly expression.

Smiling. Gavin Rad did not rush forward, but gathered his energy and prayed to the Holy Light. But the Holy Light could not save him. Arthas allowed him to complete his prayer. Once upon a time, the prince himself was preparing to fight in this way. However, at this moment, Frost

Grief is held tightly in his hands, the power of the Lich King surges through his immortal body, and he knows that Gavin Rad has no chance of winning.

In fact, it was so. The Paladin tried his best, but it was still not enough. Arthas played with him, using the thrill of victory to soothe the sting caused by the knight's words. But soon he got tired of this game and just

With one sword, he defeated his former comrade-in-arms. Frostmourne once again absorbed a soul. But when Gavin Rad's lifeless body fell to the ground, Arthas shivered for some reason. He did not revive him.

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The death knight gave a brief signal to the servants to start looking for the bones. They moved very quickly. They were undoubtedly loyal followers of the Necromancer and buried the corpses in a small tomb. Arthas was quite fortunate that Uther and Nathanos

Neither Jaina nor they thought of completely destroying Kel'Thuzad's body. The believers found the tomb and pushed open the cover with great effort. There was a coffin inside, and it was quickly lifted out. Al

Sass touched it lightly with his foot and grinned slightly.

"Come on, Kel'Thuzad." When the coffin was loaded onto the so-called "meat grinder," he said teasingly, "The master you once served needs you again."

"Yes. But I seem to have told you that my death is meaningless."

Arthas was startled. He was used to hearing some voices, and the Lich King was whispering to him through Frostmourne almost all the time. But this time it was different, he recognized the voice!

Kel'Thuzad.

"Why...am I listening to ghosts?"

Not only did he hear it, he also saw him. Kel'Thuzad's form gradually formed in front of his eyes, transparent and erratic, with light green flames emitting from the eyes. Although it was very different from when he was alive, it was definitely him.

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"I am at your side, Prince Arthas."

"You've wasted too much time." Tichondrius's low roar came from nowhere. Kel'Thuzad disappeared immediately. Arthas was a little panicked. Was it an illusion?

Tichondrius didn't notice Alsace's strange behavior at all, but looked at the rotting corpse in the coffin with a disgusted face. Alsace found that the corpse odor was easier to accept than expected, but it was still terrifying. At that time, he used

The warhammer hit the wizard and witnessed the horrific process of decay.

"It's very bad. I'm afraid he won't make it to Quel'Thalas."

Arthas came back to his senses. "Quel'Thalas?"

"Yes. Only the Sunwell of the High Elves can resurrect Kel'Thuzad, or make him more powerful than before." The Dread Lord frowned even more tightly. "Every second he becomes more corrupted. Andorha.

There is a paladin here with a special urn, you must bring it over. Then put Kel'Thuzad's remains in it, so that he can survive the long journey."

After saying that, the Dread Lord smiled proudly. Things were definitely not as simple as they sounded. Arthas opened his mouth to ask, but swallowed his words. Tichondrius would not tell him. He shrugged and began to execute

Task.

He heard the devil's sinister laughter behind him.

Tichondrius was right. A small funeral procession walked slowly along the road, without horses. Arthas recognized the funeral ornaments. This might be the funeral of a soldier, or it might be that of a high-ranking official.

Several men wearing armor lined up in a column. The man in the middle was holding something in his strong arms. The dim sunlight flashed on his armor and the thing in his hand - an urn. Arthas suddenly understood why.

The Dread Lord was so excited.

The paladin's figure was different, and his armor was also unique. Arthas's hands suddenly started to tremble, and he had to use more strength to hold onto Frostmourne. He suppressed the confusion and anxiety in his heart and ordered his men to move forward.

Although the funeral procession was almost entirely composed of Knights of the Silver Hand, there were not many in number, and it was easy to surround them. People drew their weapons, but did not take action. Instead, they turned to the person holding the urn and waited for instructions. Uther's front view

He stared at his former student expressionlessly, but there were obviously more wrinkles on his face than Alsace remembered. He looked very calm, but his eyes were burning with the fire of justice.

"I pray you'd better get out of the way." Alsace tried to shout, but the Paladin remained calm, which made him more nervous than before. After his face twitched, he changed his approach.

He opened his mouth to speak, "I discovered that even though I have disbanded the Silver Hand, you still call yourself a Paladin."

Uther laughed. Although the laughter was bitter, it was not fake. "You really think you can disband it on your own. We only follow the inspiration of the Holy Light."

Holy Light. Arthas had not forgotten, and his heart was tossing and turning in his chest. But then the whispers came again, reminding him of how much power he had now, and emphasizing to him that the path of Holy Light could not bring him what he desired.

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"I've done a lot of things," he retorted, "but I won't do them again."

"Your father ruled this kingdom for more than fifty years, and you reduced it to dust in a matter of days. It's easier to destroy than to build, isn't it?"

"It is indeed very dramatic. Where is Uther Nathanos? Isn't he with you?"

"How dare you mention this name, Arthas! Have you forgotten what you did? You failed Nathanos, you failed your father and your kingdom!" Uther hugged the ashes around his waist.

Weng yelled at the unrepentant prince in front of him, listing his crimes in detail.

"This is pleasant! But I have no time to reminisce. I am here to get that thing in your hand. Give it to me and I will make your death less painful."

At this moment, Uther's emotions exceeded his anger. He stared at Alsace, extremely shocked. "This contains your father's ashes, Alsace! His kingdom has been destroyed by you, are you still here?"

Do you want to add fuel to the fire?”

A tremor spread throughout Alsace's body.

Father……

"I don't know what's inside." He murmured, rather than answering Uther, he was talking to himself. It seems that this is another reason why the Dread Lord smiled sinisterly when he announced the order. It at least

Knowing what is in the urn, one test after another. Can Alsace confront his mentor...can he desecrate his father's remains? But he has had enough at this time.

"It doesn't matter. I'll get what I want."

Arthas launched an offensive. Uther looked at him for a while, then slowly raised his shining war hammer.
To be continued...