The Alliance has stopped attacking, and most of the kingdoms of the living do not like to go to war during the winter. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 If Lordaeron's Scourge were Anastrian's property, he would definitely take the opportunity to launch a massive invasion in the winter, seeking to destroy all the living, so that he could occupy the entire East and West Plaguelands and cut the Alliance's ties on the continent.

When Quel'Thalas is left alone, it's time for him to punish the despicable betrayer Sylvanas Windrunner who stole his kingdom and territory!

It's a pity that it can't be done yet, and all he can mobilize is a pitiful few, with a total of less than 100,000 elven immortals. Although the quality of this group of undead is quite high, more than one-fifth of them are lichs of all ranks, the absolute value of elven undead is still too small, compared to the nearly ten million Scourge legions in the Tirisfal Glade.

So he was waiting, like a poisonous spider that had woven its webs and hid in a dark corner waiting for its prey to come to the door.

Quiet and full of patience.

"It's been a few months since I last heard from Lord Akmund, why haven't we heard any news yet?" Deselloke, the leader of the Dreadlord in Lordaeron, stomped his hooves impatiently: "I'm tired of these rotten zombies! I feel like we're all going to rot into zombies if we continue like this!"

The Demon Kings stood in what was once the royal garden of Lordaeron, where Arthas murdered his own father and brought the end to his people, a few months ago, but it seemed like a century had passed.

Today, the garden, which was once green even in winter, is rapidly decaying and decaying, just like the zombie skeletons that wander here.

"Our role is to run the place, De Selock. The other Dreadlord reminded the leader, "Then we need to stay here and make sure the Scourge is ready to attack." ”

"Of course I do, Banazal!" roared the third Dreadlord Varymathas, "but even if there were any more circumstances, we should have received some orders a long time ago. ”

The Dreadlords' deliberations were interrupted by a gruff voice, the sound of an abrupt door toppling. The three demon kings turned to the place where the sound came from at the same time, and at the same time alertly spread their bat wings and habitually let out a low roar.

Unexpectedly, they were presented with Arthas, a death knight who had been missing for months and was no longer taken seriously by the Demon Lords. The humans on the east side of the Undead Fortress claimed to have cut Arthas in half, and it seemed that this was indeed the case, as the lower half of his body clearly did not belong to him before.

It's just that the lower body has been perfectly integrated with him. With a hard grip on the horse's belly, the [Invincible] under his crotch stood up and raised his front hooves.

Seeing this scene, every Dreadlord opened his eyes full of chaos, and stared at Arthas as if he were facing a great enemy.

The self-proclaimed King of Lordaeron wore no helmet, letting his white hair fall beside his pale face, and on his face was the most disgusting smug smirk of the Dreadlord. Because a guy with this kind of smile often means untamed and resistant, which is not the expression of a slave of a slave.

Arthas's voice was loud and uplifting: "Hello, Dreadlords!"

In the face of Arthas's contemptuous greeting, the archdemons glared at him fiercely, visibly suppressing their anger and preventing their anger from exploding.

"Perhaps, I should thank you for helping to take care of my kingdom during my absence. However, now you are no longer useful. ”

The demon kings glared at him for a long time.

Banazar was the first to react, waving his claws and roaring: "This is our territory! It's Lordaeron of the Burning Legion! The Scourge is subordinate to the Burning Legion!"

Arthas laughed maniacally, his voice full of pleasure and contempt, "Not anymore, idiot demons. Akmund had died four months earlier under the World Tree on Mount Hyjal. The Burning Legion is finished! I'll be done with killing you again. ”

He grinned and lifted the Frost Sorrow, the runes on the sword body shone and danced, and there was no need to tighten the reins, and the [Invincible] with a shared heart had already rushed straight towards the three Dreaddemon Kings.

However, Arthas underestimated the Dreadlord's cunning and runaway skills. Unless it's a dead place like Mount Hyjal, where the Evil Exorcism Array has been arranged in advance, the Dreadlord really says he can run.

"It's not over yet, despicable bone scumbag knight!!" After letting out a mournful cry of a negative dog, the Dreadlords had no intention of fighting Arthas at all, and ran away with a few directional teleportations. They were clearly running faster than Invincible's movements—Frost Sorrow only pierced the air, letting out a wail of disappointment.

Arthas was furious, but soon regained his good mood.

The planet Azeroth's protective circle has been refilled, and the demons can't leave, and no other reinforcements can come in. Several Dreadlords are like rootless duckweed, and sooner or later they will fall, the difference is that they will die at his hands or at the hands of the Alliance he hates.

"We knew you would be back, Prince Arthas!" Kel'thugad was agitated.

Arthas, however, did not bother to glance at his loyal servant, but instead stared at Anastrian.

"I'm glad to see you're still strong, Sunlord Anastrian," Arthas sarcastically said, "Do you know I'll be back, so are you ready to bow your humble head?"

The anger in the depths of Anastrian's soul was erupting, swaying wildly, but the soul fire burning in his eyes was still calm: "Bowing to the strong is the greatest righteousness between heaven and earth. ”

He bowed his head, but in his heart, he swore viciously that this was the last time!

No one knew that without the influence of a strong enough external force, the wheel of fate would continue to roll forward following its inherent trajectory, crushing all weak existences.

However, when one of the bearings or components of the wheel disappears, fate will naturally look for a replacement.

On this day, Anastrian found the bitter Dreadlord, subdued the Dreadlord Varymathas, defeated Banazal, and then launched a counterattack against Arthas, whose strength had been greatly reduced due to the weakening of the Lich King's power. It was almost like that, and the next Lich King fell completely, and the Sun King still failed.

Driven by a desire for self-reliance and an insecurity over a powerful alliance, Anastrian began to rebuild the underground area of Lordaeron's King City into an underground fortress that no army could conquer, the Undercity!