When someone is trying to pursue and satisfy their own desires, they will do their best, even deviating from some of their life principles. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info history in order to achieve the goal, unscrupulous people are numerous. Alsace had such a sign at this time. In such a situation, once there is a fuse, it is possible to lose oneself.

After seeing the plague-infected soldiers turn into zombies, Alsace spirals out of control driven by anger and despair.

He burned down the orphanage, and when his teacher Uther and Gianna arrived, all they could see was the burning church-style orphanage and hear the desperate wails of the orphans inside before they died.

Arthas fell for the scheme, and in the face of the evil conspiracy, his righteous and kind heart was finally clouded with regret and guilt. No one knew that this dust would slowly turn into a virus, multiply itself, and corrode his heart.

Then, the young prince, in the joint conspiracy of the Dreadlord, Kel'thugad, and the Lich King Neozu, was lured on an expedition to Northrend and embarked on the path of no return.

And his return means that he has embarked on the road of the Death Knight......

In the carriage, after listening to Illusia's report, Duke was speechless for a long time.

If he had been in Azeroth, there would have been no fall in Arthas, but unfortunately he was blown up.

Holding Illusia's weak and boneless hand, Duke sighed, "When did Artsace 'triumph'?"

"Three days ago. However, in the last three days, we have lost contact with Lordaeron and there has been no news about Lordaeron. ”

Illusia's answer made Duke's heart sink straight down.

Or is it a step too late?

Yes, it's late!

Three days ago, when fresh rose petals were sprinkled all over the streets of Lordaeron City, and when the cheers of 100,000 people resounded in the sky, no one would have imagined that they were greeted with a god of death.

Arthas slain Kel'thugad, the mastermind of the plague, the Dreadlord Melganis, and the expedition to Northrend to kill the 'Lich King, the mastermind who created the undead', and obtained a runic sword called [Frostmourn]!

What a great feat!

What a divine miracle!

The name of Alsace was being invoked with great enthusiasm, and they longed for the accession of the heroic Alsace to the throne after the death of the old king.

In the recreated Hall of Thrones, the throne of Terenus Minahir reigns high. He looked with satisfaction at Arthas, who knelt on one knee under the throne with a black hood and a black cloak.

Although His Royal Highness the Prince, who wielded a runic sword with a crescent-shaped sword, skull gauntlets, and an ominous aura, had a certain eerie aura, everything was turned into a heroic force in the eyes of Terenus, who was desperate for glory.

It's been ten years, it's been ten years.

Ever since the hateful Duke Marcus took Lordaeron's dominance in the league and robbed the Lordaerons of their glory, Lordaeron finally has one person who can stand up and become the new Lordaeron's Light.

The valiant Abydis could not.

Not the intrepid Mograini.

Neither can the benevolent Archbishop Fao.

Only his own son, Arthas Mineshir, the sole orthodox heir to the royal family of Minethir, is entitled to this great honor.

Terenus was satisfied, so satisfied that he ignored all the danger alarms. He subconsciously ignored his subordinates' report that the prince was acting strangely and leading too many troops, and also disengaged Uther and his Knights of the Silver Hand, who had previously disagreed with Arthas over the burning of the orphanage and the disposal of the plague-infected.

In this way, Terenus was mocked by fate and sent himself to a dead end.

"Ah, my son—" Terenus rose from his throne with joy.

It's just that Arthas's answer left him a little confused.

"You don't have to sacrifice yourself for your people anymore. ”

"You don't have to carry the heavy burden of the crown anymore. ”

"I've arranged everything. ”

Well?

Terenus was stunned.

What is this statement?

At this moment, the prince of Arthas, who was kneeling, suddenly stood up and lifted his hood, revealing a bloodless face.

The contours of his face remained the same, he was still the same handsome Arthas Minechel, but his bloodless complexion and snow-pale hair further deepened King Terenus's consternation.

Isn't my son blonde?

How did you become as old and white as I am?

In the midst of Terenus's confusion, Arthas strode up the stairs of the throne with the [Frost Sorrow] in his hand.

It is very disrespectful and disrespectful to step on the steps of the throne without the permission of the king.

If it was someone else, the royal guards beside Terenus had already stepped forward to intercept him.

But he's Alsace!

The sole heir of the royal family of Minethir.

As the king's age became more and more obvious, and he did not know how long he had to live, Arthas was the next king of Lordaeron.

The guards hesitated.

This hesitation ruined the last ten-thousandth hope of Terenus.

Tyrenus, who was stuck in the neck by his precious son, trembled and asked, "What is this for?" What the hell are you doing?"

"Inherit your throne, my father ......" With that, his sword fell, and the infamous [Frost Sorrow] Huo Ran, who was notorious in later generations, or incomparably famous, pierced the chest of the noble king of the Alliance's leader, Lordaeron, who had controlled the Alliance's largest kingdom, Lordaeron, for more than thirty years.

The blood of the royal family of Minethil flowed on the edge of the ice-colored sword, and an evil hum resounded through the throne hall. At this moment, the tens of thousands of unjust souls who died on the [Frost Sorrow] let out the most tragic wails in unison, and the will of the Dread Demon King clan attached to the sword was stimulated.

Across the endless space, almost every Dreadlord saw Arthas kill his father with his own hands, and the Demon Kings laughed wildly.

They were rejoicing in the final fall of a saint.

They are laughing at the extreme ugliness of justice when it is distorted.

This day is the triumph of evil!

It was the beginning of the Burning Legion's conquest of Azeroth!

Their laughter, and that of the Lich King Neozu, echoed through the throne hall, which had been darkened by the darkness.

Unbeknownst to Arthas, the Death Knight, his desolate voice resounded throughout the city.

"This kingdom is about to be destroyed!"

"Out of the ruins a new ruling order will be born!"

"It will shake the very essence of everything in this world!"

With the prince's declaration, all the magic arrays in Lordaeron City suddenly opened automatically, and powerful immortals from Northrend poured out of it...... (To be continued.) )