This is good news.

When Arthas almost breathed a sigh of relief when he learned that Sylvanas had not betrayed him.

The former High Elf Ranger General and the current Dark Ranger have become his "right-hand man" together with the Lich Kel Thujad.

Especially now...

When I fell into a state of severe weakness, both my own strength and the undead forces that I could control had been reduced to the lowest point.

The undead warrior who is less than a thousand years old is already the ultimate force that the Death Knight can control now. In terms of the total number of undead entrenched in the ruins of Lordaeron, it is simply "a hair of the nine Shuharu".

In addition to his own undead troops, the other undead creatures that have lost control, whether they have been seized by the three fearful demons, or those who have recovered their free will, may not mind tearing themselves, the living, into pieces and treating them as a delicious meal.

A Death Knight, Lordaeron's undead monarch, who once commanded the army of millions of dead people, would eventually die under the sharp claws of a ghoul... that would definitely be a great irony.

During the difficult battle, the above-mentioned thoughts that made people laugh and despaired flashed through Alsace's mind in a trance.

And now... every force that is still loyal to itself is of great importance. It is really rare for the King of Banshee and her Banshee troops to stand firmly on their side at this time!

Perhaps, when this rebellion is over, the self who has regained its strength should be better for the former little banshee?

The thought above flashed almost mechanically.

...

The haters began to attack each other until they were all chopped into pieces. Arthas couldn't help but think that even the person who created them could still sew the wreckage back.

In an instant, with the assistance of these hatreds, ghouls and gargoyles occupied by them, the battle situation at the city gate quickly reversed. All the "rebels" of Dangdang fell down with a bang, and the banshees occupying their bodies flew out one by one.

And Alsace stood among a pile of dead bodies and suddenly felt exhausted.

"I thank you, ladies. I'm glad you and your mistress are still on my side."

The banshees floated in the air and made a nearly gentle voice and replied, "Yes, Your Majesty. General Sylvanas sent us to find you. We will escort you across the river and take refuge in the wild for a while."

field!

Kel Thuzad said the same thing!

Arthas finally felt relieved. It seemed that his right-hand man had reached an agreement on the current situation and his own security issues.

This thought finally made the Death Knight relax, but the next second his powerful fatigue and pain once again swept through Alsace's whole body, almost making it difficult for him to move forward. He even couldn't stand up straight.

The weakening of power continues. Maybe if you continue to delay, you... will return to a humble mortal!

A thought that made the Death Knight extremely frightened and annoyed suddenly flashed through Arthas's mind...

No!

This must not be done!

For the so-called power, I have almost given everything I have!

Father, people, country, comrades, mentors... and Jaina...

A feeling of resentment and resentment came out in his heart. After Arthas reluctantly suppressed the negative emotions in his chest, he raised one hand with difficulty, slowly concentrated his energy, and whispered weakly: "Invincible, come to my side!"

A moment later, a small ball of mist appeared, rotating and condensed into the shape of a skeleton war horse.

In an instant, Invincible had appeared beside him. Arthas was very happy to notice that this action was almost effortless; Invincible loved him!

Resurrection of this former partner was definitely the right decision he made! This necromancer will never be an enemy of him, just as loyal as it was during his lifetime. The Death Knight carefully stepped on the back of the skeleton war horse, trying to hide his weakness in front of the banshee and other undead.

"Lead the way to find your mistress and Kel Thuzad, and I will follow you." He tried his best to carry Frost's sorrow behind him. Arthas deliberately concealed his weakness at this time and pretended to be majestic command.

The banshees readily followed their orders and floated away from the palace and went deep into the Tirisfalinland. And as they headed all the way to the direction of Banil Farm, Alsace suddenly felt uneasy. When they were lucky, the banshees changed direction and crossed a rough mountain road to an open land.

"We're here. Sisters. Majesty, we'll rest here."

Alsace held the invincible reins and looked around carefully. Sylvanas did not appear, nor did Kelthuzad come. The Death Knight suddenly felt an anxiety and nervousness in his heart.

"Why are you here?" Arthas asked without knowing how to speak: "Where is your mistress? Let Sylvanas come out to see me quickly!"

The uncontrollable severe pain hit again, and Alsace almost grabbed his chest and screamed in pain.

Invincible jumped under him with concern, and Arthas tried hard to hold on. The dark green woodland disappeared from his eyes, replaced by a blue and white patch of blue and white, which was the broken frozen throne. The voice of the Lich King pierced into his head, and Arthas held it back before he could scream.

"You have been cheated! Come to me right away! Obey your order!"

"What's going on?" Arthas gritted his teeth and recovered. He blinked his eyes hard to make the scene before him clear, and then mumbled and raised his head.

A charming figure walked out from behind the tree step by step with the Wind Walker Bow in his hand.

In an instant, Arthas thought he had returned to Quel'thalas and faced the living elf. However, her hair was no longer golden, but it was as dark as midnight and had white marks. Her skin was pale and a faint blue, with silver light in her eyes.

This is Sylvanas, Dark Ranger, Sylvanas!

The Death Knight was still trying to figure out what was going on with the pain, and Sylvanas raised her black and translucent bow, opened his sight and smiled on his lips.

"You are throwing yourself into the trap, Alsace."

While speaking, the Banshee King had already shot an arrow!

The lightning-fast arrow hit his left shoulder, piercing the armor like a piercing Lu shaved, deeply pouring into Arthas's body. He added new injuries to his pain. For a moment, he was a little puzzled - Sylvanas is an archery master, and she could not miss the shot at this distance!

Why did he shoot in the shoulder?

Alsace instinctively raised his right hand, but found that he could not bend his fingers to hold the arrow shaft.

His body gradually became numb - just like his feet, his legs... The Death Knight quickly fell on Invincible's neck. His limbs gradually lost consciousness, and he had to do his best to stay steady.

Turning his head around and looking at her with difficulty, Alsace's chest filled with irrepressible anger and shouted in a rough voice:

"Traitor! What did you do to me?"

Her Majesty the Queen smiled happily, almost without hiding her comfort and pride of revenge. She slowly walked towards the Death Knight. Her Majesty's dress was exactly the same as when she was killed by him that day, covering most of her white and blue skin. Strangely, she was covered in scars on the day, but now she could not see a scar.

"This is a poison arrow I specially made for you."

Sylvanas said as he walked towards him. Hanging the bow behind her back, Her Majesty pulled out a blue dagger from her waist and gently stroked it with her fingers. "The paralysis you feel now is insignificant compared to the pain you have brought me."

Alsace swallowed, feeling her mouth was dry and she felt like she was dry. "Then kill me, bitch!"

The Death Knight's curse made Her Majesty laugh, the sound was hollow and terrifying. "A quick death... like you did to me?"

Sylvanas's smile came and went quickly, and the light in her eyes turned blood red. She continued to approach until the distance was only an arm's distance. She jumped in uneasy, and Alsace's heart sank and almost slid off her horse.

"Oh no, Arthas Minaihil, you taught me a good lesson."

Her Majesty's eyes flashed with irrepressible evil and hatred, and Arthas seemed to be able to feel that powerful anger was enough to burn himself to ashes:

"You let me understand how stupid you are to your enemies. And how happy you are tormenting them. Therefore, my teacher, I will let you see how well I have learned. You will experience the pain I have endured. Thanks to my poisonous arrows, you can't escape even if you want to."

Alsace looked as if only his eyes could move, and he looked at her helplessly and raised his dagger. "Salute to Hell for me, you bastard."

No, not like this - it shouldn't be so paralyzed and helpless... Jaina...

The scenes of chaos flashed quickly in Alsace's mind, while Sylvanas in front of him suddenly staggered back, his pale arms twisted, and the clenched dagger also loosened and fell to the ground.

The expression on Her Majesty's face was completely shocked. The pale bone claws attached to the body of the Banshee King, and tightly wrapped around her body, making it difficult for Her Majesty the Queen to move and could not break free for a while.

"Get back, you idiots! You won't have any trouble today, my Majesty!"

Alsace never felt that the hoarse and ugly sound would have such a cute moment!

It's Kelthuzad!

The lich finally came, and came as he promised.

Those rebellious banshees tricked him here, but Kel Thuzad came all the way.

Not only that, he also brought a group of powerful undead soldiers, who are now rushing towards Sylvanas and her banshees. Compared to relying on Frost Sorrow as a medium to command the undead soldiers, Kel Thuzad's own powerful strength after becoming a lich is the real reliance of the lich.

This is undoubtedly a more essential force, the power that truly belongs to oneself.

A trace of enlightenment about power flashed through his heart, and hope rekindled in Alsace's heart, but he was still paralyzed and unable to move at all, and could only watch the fierce battle beside him.

Fortunately, not long after, Sylvanas, who did not have the advantage in terms of military strength and strength, had to retreat.

Her Majesty the Queen gave a deep look at Arthas. Red light flashed again in her eyes, a gloomy voice, and she shouted in hatred and anger: "This is not over yet, Arthas! I will never let you go! Be careful of your back all the time!"

Arthas stared at her disappearing into the shadows, and finally only her bright red eyes flashed. The remaining banshees also disappeared with their mistress Sylvanas. Kelthuzad rushed towards Arthas.

"Has she hurt you, my king?"

Arthas could only look at him, and could not even move his lips. Kelthuzad's bone hand held the arrow shaft with a surprisingly gentle and pulled it out. Arthas screamed in pain. The bright red blood flowed out mixed with some foamy black substance, and Kelthuzad looked carefully.

"The effect of the poison arrow gradually weakens over time, and it seems that the poison is just to keep you from moving."

Of course. Arthas thought; otherwise she wouldn't have used the dagger. He suddenly felt a slight relaxation and became more and more exhausted. He was only a short distance from death. If it weren't for the loyalty of the Lich, the elves would have succeeded. He tried to speak, and this time he finally succeeded.

"I-you saved me."

Kelthuzad had a little bit of long horns. "I'm grateful to help you, my king. But you have to leave this quickly and go to Northrend. I've prepared everything you need for your trip. What else do you want me to do?"

Kelthuzad was right. Even now, Arthas began to feel a little angry with his limbs, even though he was still unable to move.

"I have to go find the Lich King as soon as possible. Time is far more than... I don't know what the future will be, and I don't even know if I can come back, but I want you to supervise this land for me. I'll leave it to you and take good care of it."

He trusted the lich not out of emotion or loyalty, but simply because of the cold reality. Kelthuzad was a dead soul, bound by his master they served together. Arthas glanced at the decaying corpses with expressionless faces. If he ordered them to jump off the cliff, they would be happy to obey.

They are just dead and broken souls. They are not subjects. They have never been.

"You have given me great glory, my king. I will do as you told me, King Arthas. I will... under the pursuit of the troops under Kelthuzad, I will take it far away in a mess. Her Majesty the Queen and the Banshees under her command finally got rid of the pursuit in the depths of the land of Tirisfalin.
To be continued...