Time flies, and when the ice and snow in Kalimdo begin to melt, it has been nearly two months since "Good Day of the King".

Northrend.

The ice is frozen for thousands of miles, and the wind and snow are howling.

Strangely, when Alsace saw this extremely cold land again, he felt like he was going home.

When the coastline of Howling Fjord entered sight, Alsace recalled the first time he set foot on this land, his heart was filled with the pain of being betrayed by Jaina and Uther, and he was even more distressed by what he was forced to do in Stantosom.

And so many things happened next, it seemed like a whole life had passed.

At that time, he came with revenge in order to turn his people into the terrified demon of the walking dead. Now, he himself is the master of those zombies, accomplices of Kel Thuzad, and servants of the Lich King...

It's so strange that fate is so tortuous.

He felt cold at that time, but now he has no feelings.

The same is true for his loyal followers; death dulls their feelings. Only those necromancers who are still living need to get off the anchor and stop the boat, wear warmly on their weak and thin bodies to resist the sharp whistling, the sharp wind as sharp as a knife and the slowly falling snowflakes.

Arthas walked stiffly from the rowboat. He might not feel anything about the cold here, but his strength and physical strength were exhausted. As soon as his feet touched the ground, Arthas felt his existence - the Lich King.

Not only in his mind, but also through the sorrow of Frost. Although the faint flash of the rune sword illuminated a little, no, Arthas could feel him—his master existed, which he had never noticed before. In addition, there was a stinging sensation of threats.

He turned toward his subordinates who followed him on the shore of Shanghai—ghosts, ghosts, ghosts, hatreds, gargoyles and necromancers, and the vast majority of death knights:

"We have to move faster." Arthas ordered loudly: "The Lich King is under threat. We must quickly reach the Ice Throne!"

"No! You can't go anywhere, Alsace!"

"It's all over!"

A cold voice sounded from a ridge behind the Death Knight. The calm sound that seemed to be without emotion was mixed with anger, hatred and a hint of regret?

The familiar voice made Alsace's pupils shrink slightly. His whole body trembled slightly, and he quickly pulled out the sadness of frost. His pupils shrank slightly and turned around to look in the direction where the sound came.

"Terinas and Uther probably never thought that they would cultivate a beast like you who kills your father and treason!"

The cold voice. The old voice, the tone of hatred and regret is even more excited:

"You were once a prince, Arthas! But you betrayed your prince, your mentor, your subordinates and your people!"

"Let's go back! While everything is not too late!"

The scolding sound was almost roaring. Arthas's hands, which tightened with the words of heart-killing anger, whirling tightened, just like his heart that thought it was already as solid as a rock but twitched hard at this moment.

"Oh, His Majesty King Delin* Proudmore."

He barely suppressed the feeling of weakness and weakness in his body, and Alsace greeted him with a smile as if he had met an old friend he had not seen for a long time. However, under the expression of smiling but not smiling, the puzzled and solemn expression was not completely concealed.

"As the king of Kurtiras, if you don't go to inspect your seas, what's the point of coming to Northrend? Are you planning to join this world of the dead?"

The visitor was a certain admiral who was captured and forced by a time traveler.

After all, in a sense, General Dailin was not only a friend of Alsace's father during his lifetime, but also almost became the father-in-law of the Death Knight...

If anyone in Azeroth is now qualified to scold Alsace, who has become the second-person and promoted to a hero-level master like educating the "younger", is the only one who is stoic and stubborn.

Strictly speaking, although General Dai Lin is already a big old, his hot temper has not been restrained by time, and is even better than that of the young man Lao Tang.

Arthas's unscrupulous response and mockery, and his self-deprecating choice completely angered the elderly admiral.

"I'm willing to fall for a little bit of evil power... Arthas, you've disappointed me so much!

"No! Your depravity makes everyone who once trusted, respected, and had high hopes for you sadly, and even felt like a knife!"

Slowly pulled out the sword of the Grand Marshal who was carrying behind him. Dalin Proudmore suppressed the complicated emotions in his heart and made the last effort to scold and persuade, hoping that the Death Knight could wake up. Although the Admiral himself knew that the possibility was slim...

"Look at what you are now, joining with evil, walking with sin... blasphemy the dead and betray the subjects... You are now degenerate into the evil heresy you once vowed to fight for life! You have become an existence you once vowed to completely wipe out!"

"I still remember the day you were ruling to join the Silver Hand, Lordaeron's prince finally grew into a man who can shoulder heavy burdens!"

The more he spoke, the more angry he became, the face of the Admiral was filled with unwillingness, shame, anger, regret and regret: "Arsace Minaisheil became a glorious and upright Paladin just as his subjects expected!"

"I still remember the loud sings and solemn halls under the illumination of the Holy Light, under the illumination of the Holy Light Wish Chapel!"

"I still remember that the heroic spirits of the martyrs once blessed you, and the merciful light brings you glory!"

"I still remember Terenas, your father, who stroked your cheeks and showed a gratifying smile!"

"I still remember Uther, your mentor, who personally handed the warhammer to your hand, the firm eyes burst into his eyes!"

"I still remember you, who looked young when you were fashionable and looked young. After receiving baptism, he held high the power of Minaishir and vowed to protect the weak with swords and shields, and defend justice with holy light!"

At the end of the day, the Admiral, who had aroused his anger in his chest, was already roaring angrily, his words waving.

"But now, Alsace? Now!!!"

"Enough, old thing! You're talking too much nonsense!"

Almost used all his strength to burst out a roar. Arthas interrupted the Admiral's questioning in anger. Fragments of memories came one after another, and the familiar and warm scenes were played back in Arthas' mind over and over again, almost shaking the Death Knight's mind.

However, the Admiral was as if he could not see the evil eyes of Arthas intending to kill people, and the questioning he blurted out was still continuing...

"Humble, compassion, heroism, justice, honesty, sacrifice, honor, spirit!"

"Have you forgotten all the vows you made to the Holy Light in the Holy Light Wish Chapel?"

"Answer me. Alsace!"

"Where is your oath? What about your conscience?"

“Ah~~~~~”

The Death Knight let out a miserable roar and wailing, and a huge pain once again came like a tide. Arthas's mind was as painful as a knife.

"I have had enough of this old man's pedantic and stupid remarks to block those bewitching, my most loyal servant!"

In the background of the blood-red curtain, the cold and cruel voice of the Lich King exploded in the mind of the Death Knight more clearly than ever:

"Kill him, turn him into the Death Knight, and bring him to me!"

"When he joins us, he will understand how ridiculous his persistence is!"

"Kill him! Arthas! Kill him!"

The Admiral's questioning and the Lich King's orders fought repeatedly in Arthas's mind, and the Death Knight's face was ferocious at this moment.

"Oath? Conscience?"

After a long time, a sarcastic expression was pulled from the face of the Death Knight in his trembling mind, and he replied disdainfully: "The things you cherish will only make me weaker! Only strength, powerful power, is trustworthy and support!"

"And you, stupid, don't understand the power I'm pursuing!"

The sadness of frost was raised high, like a roaring battle flag. Arthas stared at the admiral's old but powerful body with blood red eyes, and shouted loudly:

"So, Delin Proudmore, today you will experience death and rebirth! I, Alsace Minaihill, will lead you to have real power to restore the origin of this world to you!"

When the Death Knight showed his struggle, the Admiral even had a last ray of hope in his heart, but the next Arthas' determination and viciousness finally shattered the last ray of fantasy of Delin Proudmore...

"Stubborn!"

"There is no cure!"

The admiral's expression returned to peace, and the cold and serious voice sounded throughout the beach:

"The road is your own choice, the father-killer!"

"And today, all sins will end again!"

"Sir!" As soon as the admiral finished speaking, a necromancer cried out in the distance. Arthas looked in the direction pointed out by the necromancer, and it was this glance that made the Death Knight's gaze suddenly stagnate.

Through the snow curtain, he saw a large number of human soldiers wearing Kurtiras naval robes appearing between the surrounding mountains and snow hills. Thousands of black muskets and crossbows have pointed directly at the undead natural disasters all over the coast.

As the Admiral's Grand Marshal's sword swung violently, guns and bullets fell from the sky.

The overwhelming arrows and gun bullets fell among the charge of the undead, as dense as snowflakes. However, most undead did not fall. As long as they did not hit the vital points, the puncture of arrows and gun bullets had no effect on them.

"Natural disaster of the undead, move forward!"

Arthas rode his horse and charged forward. For the invincible skeleton war horses, the rain of arrows was also not threatening. The sadness and thirst of frost were unbearable, as if he wanted to draw energy from every vivid and shining soul it devoured. Isn't Arthas the same?

This is a battle with huge gap in troops.

The one who is at a disadvantage in the Scourge Corps, which has always been known for its numerous cannon fodder...

The rebellion that occurred at Lordaeron drastically reduced the strength of the troops under Arthas. The Scourge, which has always been proud of, had no way to play in front of the nearly 20,000 Navy Kurtiras interceptors.

But when the frost sorrow in the Death Knight's hand had cut open the neck of a navy soldier and drank blood, amid the noise of the battle, Arthas heard a voice coming from the hill ahead, low and cold as Northrend himself.

"For the sake of natural disasters, move forward! Kill them in the name of Neozu!"

Reinforcements are coming!

It's just a reinforcement from the Dead Natural Disaster... (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to (.) vote for recommendations, monthly votes, and your support is my greatest motivation.)

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