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Arthas withdrew his sword and fell, blood spurting out. He trembled on the cold ground and subconsciously reached out to cover the wound on his abdomen, as if he thought he could stop the bleeding with his hands, but it was in vain.

Death has come.

He closed his eyes, the sounds around him became insubstantial, and the severe pain seemed to tear his consciousness apart. But this feeling only lasted for a moment, and soon dissipated.

A happy death.

Then he lost consciousness. The coldness of death, the stench of the undead army, and the heartbreaking pain all disappeared. Only the soft and comfortable tranquility remained. Nathanos allowed himself to fall into the darkness, and he

I didn't think about anything else, I just wanted to rest forever.

But suddenly...

Severe pain penetrated him. It was pain he had never experienced before. No physical torture could compare to this kind of torture. The soul that had left the body was pulled back from the warm and peaceful world of death.

The power was so savage, just like Arthas' invasion of Quel'Thalas. Nathanos felt the torture was unbearable. At first, he thought it was the pain he would encounter when entering the otherworld of death, but in fact it was not.

He heard whispers, hollow and terrifying sounds, like a depressive melody, echoing around him.

He felt again... felt his reality.

"Arthas, how dare you..." Nathanos' soul shouted in a distant place. He was being resurrected, but the other party was unwilling to let him die eternally. No matter how much he resisted, it was of no avail.

"No!!!"

He was resisting, and the only thing that responded to him was hollow and cruel laughter. The laughter taunted him, and resistance was meaningless. The laughter deprived him of his cherished memories. Every person he knew was like a painting.

The same things appeared in his mind, and then slowly turned into dust. The pain took them away.

'You will serve my glory, Nathanos.'

'You...don't even think about it!'

'You will submit to death.'

'I...will not...obey!'

'Arthas is my death knight. He will always command you, and you will be honored for it. He...is right in front of you.'

'No way, Arthas can control my behavior, but he can't destroy my will.'

Another burst of laughter came...

'Now, wake up. Nathanos!'

After the whispers came the rapid ringing of bells, the magical bells, completely giving up his thoughts of resistance and destroying his rebellious power. He only remembered those whispers.

'This is my name? Nathanos...'

There seemed to be something else behind it, but he couldn't remember it, and the whisper didn't tell him.

There was also a death knight named Arthas right in front of him. This man was so familiar. He seemed to be a prince.

'Prince of Alsace?'

He opened his eyes and saw the owner of this name, and this world, red, black, white, gray, a strange world. He was curious, but there was no curiosity in his eyes. He saw the death knight who whispered to him to obey.

Subconsciously he clenched the sword in his hand. Why could he notice such details?

"At your service, Your Highness." He said these words, but he did not know that he was speaking. He had forgotten the voice, and now he heard it again.

He bent down and couldn't see Arthas' excitement. The other person just responded to him quickly. "Stand up, Nathanos. We are the same."

"It's my pleasure, Master." He spoke again, and this time he realized that it was his own voice.

'Nathanos!'

Whispers interspersed with the cold greetings between the two, and Nathanos was attracted by this voice.

'Cut off that woman's head.'

woman?

He moved his fingers, turned his head stiffly, and saw the woman on the cross. She looked very familiar. Who was it?

'Give her soul to me.'

‘As you command, Lord Lich King.’ He walked over and told himself who the whisper was from. These messages poured into his consciousness out of thin air.

He saw clearly that the woman's face was somewhat similar to his.

'Who is he?' Nathanos asked in his heart. The Lich King did not answer him with actual words, but spurred him with biting cold, driving away the unbearable and violent grief in his heart.

'Obey my orders.'

'I can't do this.'

'Your past has bound you, and now it's time to let it go.'

'What was... in the past?'

'Burden, hatred, pain. The person in front of you is driving you to death...'

'who is she?'

'She belongs to your past, now... you should welcome a new destiny, but you must leave your past behind. Obey my orders quickly.'

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Nathanos's memories were interrupted. The power of the Lich King prevented him from thinking about what happened next.

Those rangers will also be of use to me. This is what Arthas said. Now they have indeed joined the Scourge. Like him, these people are confused and don't know what to do.

Nathanos was left beside Arthas, like a brand new toy, only a few yards away from the death knight at most, as if there was an invisible rope tying him to the death knight's side.

Arthas continued to march ruthlessly towards Silvermoon City. He didn't need to look at Nathanos from time to time. The Lich King would help him monitor closely. He only needed to continue attacking.

The elves blew up the bridge during their retreat. This was indeed a clever trick, and it cost Arthas a lot of valuable time. The river runs through the entire Quel'Thalas and connects to the eastern foothills.

Although it took a while, they finally crossed the river.

"How do we get through this?"

Arthas asked Nathanos for advice. He doubted whether his former friend still had the same insights as before. In fact, he was overly worried. The new warriors of the Scourge gave him the answer.

"You can order some soldiers to lie down in the river and build a bridge."

A very good idea. Arthas smiled, and he immediately let a group of ghouls go down the river until the meat grinder could barely pass. Of course, some of the corpses were fragmented and could not be sewn together, and could no longer be used. Except

In addition, these corpses can pollute the river water, which is an additional weapon.

"Forward," the death knight ordered.

They kept moving forward, passing through Fairwind Village and the Eastern Temple, and finally stopped in front of the gate of Silvermoon City. Arthas's voice was not unusually loud, but it sounded like it echoed in every corner of the city in front of them.

The wonderland within the gates of Quel'Thalas remains pure and has not yet tasted the iron hooves of death.

"Residents of Silvermoon City! I have graciously given you a chance to surrender, but you are stubborn. Now, your entire race will perish, and your civilization will be wiped out! Death will cleanse your kingdom!

"

Nathanos witnessed all this. The elf did not surrender. He was inexplicably ecstatic because there was no one he knew at the city gate.

Within a few hours, the dazzling Silvermoon City fell, its glory reduced to scorched earth under the iron hooves of the undead army. The Scourge continued to advance, summoning the dead to fight for it. The soldiers guarding the city now mindlessly obeyed any order.

, staggering with horrific fatal wounds, some with broken skulls, and some with their internal organs dragged behind. Purple-black scars split the entire city in two.

The strait between Silvermoon City and the island of Quel'Danas is a natural barrier. The Scourge has no navy. Arthas tightened his reins and stared at the blue sea sparkling in the sun, frowning. He couldn't do it now.

Fill the strait with corpses.

The death knight stuck Frostmourne into the sand, and he found a solution.

Nathanos watched in shock as the water contacting the rune sword began to freeze into ice, all the way to the island of Quel'Danas, allowing siege engines and soldiers to pass unimpeded.

The elves resisted the invasion on the island of Quel'danas, and they tried their best. King Anastrian Sunstrider appeared in front of Arthas. The death knight drew Frostmourne and went straight to the Elven King.

Three thousand years have crushed Anastrian's shoulders. His white hair is not due to dark magic, but purely due to the years, but he still stands tall, with the artifacts "Flame Strike" and Frostmourne violently colliding together.

Arthas stabbed down with his sword, but Anastrian was no longer on the charging path of the skeleton horse. He half-knelt down with Flame Strike in hand, aimed at Invincible's front foot and made a beautiful sweep, directly

Both hooves were chopped off. The skeleton horse screamed and fell to the ground with his master.

"Invincible!" Arthas roared, and the skeleton horse writhed and tried to stand up. Seeing this, the death knight turned to the Elf King, with naked rage written on his face. Nathanos had dealt with him this way before.

He, and now he made the same mistake again.

Nathanos watched the two of them fight. The ancient elven weapon was no match for the runeblade, and it could not possibly match it. The moment the blade hit again, it snapped. Anastrian fell.

Down. His soul, like many souls, was torn and devoured by Frostmourne.

The Elf King lay helplessly on the ice, with a pool of blood underneath him, and his long white hair flying around. At the same time, Arthas rushed to the undead horse to repair its severed front legs, and then patted its bones.

, Invincible jumped up and rubbed his master with his nose. Nathanos had never seen the Elf King, but he felt the weight of grief and severe pain, and a wave of hatred cut into his bones.

The terrifying army continued to advance. Alsace soon reached the platform.

He arrived at his destination and killed all the Sunwell guards. He walked towards the pool of energy that had kept the Quel'dorei race alive for thousands of years. A figure slowly approached the death knight. Nathanos recognized him - Dar'Kan

·Drasiel.

Arthas did not go to admire the sun well. He turned over a finely carved urn and poured the contents into the holy pool. The light immediately changed, pulsating, rotating, and decaying in the whirlpool of magic light.

A dark shadow appeared in the center.

Two arms stretched out to the sky from the polluted sunwell. It was a skeleton with an evil smile, its eyes were burning with fire, snake-like chains were coiled around its body, and its black clothes were fluttering like a long skirt.

"Just as the Master promised, I was reborn! He gave me eternal life!"

All just for this? All the slaughter, torture, terror, just to resurrect him?
Chapter completed!