Darkan Drasir turned around alertly, only to see a young human appear less than three meters away from him.

What was even more strange was that the undead ghouls, zombies and shadows seemed not to have noticed this living person at all and allowed him to pass by without any reaction.

You know, even though he has been recognized by Arthas, he still doesn't dare to get too close to these undead armies that have an instinctive hatred for life.

Otherwise, if some brainless low-level zombie failed to control its instincts and pounced on you, the consequences would be unimaginable.

"Hello, dear Dar'Khan Drathir.

I have to say that your recent methods of threatening and killing those councillors in Silvermoon City, as well as your selfishness of sacrificing the entire country and even the race for your own sake, really opened my eyes.

Although there are many people who are more evil and cruel than you, it is rare to find someone like you who can sell out everything without any psychological burden, even using your best friends.

I am very curious about what kind of soul is hidden in your fragile mortal body.

And how long can you remain loyal to Arthas and the Lich King?"

Zuo Si looked up and down at this "unparalleled loyal and righteous" high elf wizard with a slightly amusing look.

Because according to his understanding, Dal'kan Drathir's position in Silvermoon City's power and political system is actually not low.

Because he was sent to assist the priest Liadrin, who later became the leader of the blood elf paladins, in investigating the malfunctioning rune stone in his early years, he forged friendships with many descendants of nobles with status and position, including Lor'themar Theron.

In addition, his identity as a mage is equivalent to a high-level mage in the human magic system of Dalaran, and his arcane magic strength is only one step away from becoming a great mage.

This means that he does not belong to the lower class who cannot really get promoted, but rather belongs to the upper-middle class.

All acts of betrayal and logic are entirely out of sophisticated selfishness, just like many greedy people who have clearly received enough rewards but always feel that it is not enough.

And the souls of these people are precisely what Baator considers the most valuable.

The demons transformed from their souls often have unimaginable "ambition" and will use any means to climb up and accomplish more for their masters.

What's more, although Dar'Khan Drathir is now loyal to the Scourge, in fact he is only doing it to obtain the infinite magical power of the Sunwell.

After witnessing Kel'Thuzad's resurrection as a terrifying archlich with the help of the Sunwell's infinite energy, he would once again try to betray Arthas, and was eventually executed and turned into a controlled servant.

As we all know, there are wrong names in the world but there are no wrong nicknames.

Therefore, this guy's "unparalleled loyalty" is absolutely worthy of the name. From beginning to end, he is only loyal to himself and the power and knowledge he pursues.

He never cared about his camp, race, or identity, and even life and death were not a big deal.

"Are you the chosen one and the spokesperson of the so-called God of Contract?"

Dal'kan Drathir obviously had enough spies and helpers in Silvermoon City, so he recognized Zuo Si's superficial identity at once.

After all, with the full outbreak of the Undead Scourge, some priests and civilian believers who believed in the God of the Contract also appeared on the side of the High Elves.

Although the number is not large, it is enough to form a parallel in faith with the Church of Holy Light.

In addition, the sect itself does not have any offensive religious fanaticism, but rather generally advocates order and rationality, so many people are willing to join it with the mentality of giving it a try or learning more.

No matter what, at this time no one would easily give up a force that has the ability to produce holy water to resist the magical plague.

What puzzled Dalkan Drasir was that the other party's previous identity was clearly just a farmer's son living in the East Wilde area, so why did he possess such amazing magical powers and knowledge in such a short period of time.

Especially his manners and conversation at the banquet did not seem like those of an illiterate farmer who lacked education and could not even recognize words.

But Zuo Si's attention was obviously no longer on this traitor, but on Sylvanas Windrunner who had been transformed into a banshee, and her soul which had been completely torn apart by some interesting force but not broken.

Specifically, anyone who dies from Frostmourne has the good parts of their soul stripped away, leaving only those parts with the strongest negative emotions.

For example, Arthas stripped away the good part of himself in the form of an innocent child, leaving only an endless desire for eternal life.

Sylvanas retained the hatred and spent her entire life hunting down Arthas at all costs, committing countless unforgivable atrocities for the sake of it.

This includes but is not limited to condoning the Royal Apothecary Society's cruel human experiments to develop a new plague, not even sparing their allies, preventing the Forsaken of Lordaeron from meeting and reconciling with their families, and slaughtering all the survivors in Tirisfal Glades, Silverpine Forest, Hillsbrad Foothills, and other places.

But what's interesting is that after doing so many cruel things, the Dark Queen actually committed suicide decisively after taking revenge, wanting to end this cursed life form.

Those Forsaken who shouted "Long live the Queen" and "Long live Sylvanas" probably had no idea that in his mind, they were just tools and consumables of revenge.

After her great revenge was achieved, Sylvanas no longer cared about the fate of the living dead who were loyal to her. She only wanted to be liberated and sleep peacefully.

According to the original timeline, her lost kind soul would be Devoured by Frostmourne and sent to the hands of the master who controls the Maw in the Shadow Realm.

But now, that half of the soul is being preserved intact in the amulet around his neck, emitting a silver glow that symbolizes the power of the soul.

After more than ten seconds, Zuo Si finally looked away from the amulet. He ignored Dalkan's alertness and asked directly, "How do you feel now?"

“It’s terrible.

Ever since I was killed and resurrected by that evil rune sword, I can no longer feel all the good things in this world. All that is left is the never-extinguished anger and hatred in my heart.

I hate Arthas and the Lich King, I hate the traitor Dal'Khan, and I even hate myself for being so disgusting.

I wanted to kill everything, destroy everything, but in the end I could do nothing.

You are right, I made a mistake, a very, very fatal mistake, which was to think that death would be the end of everything.

But I never expected that it was just the beginning of pain and torture.

If it's convenient, could you please kill me?"

Sylvanas raised her head with a pleading look.

Although she had no idea what abilities this young human who claimed to be God's chosen one had, she knew that since Prince Kael'thas could call him "my dear friend", he must have magical powers commensurate with his own.

Otherwise, given the pride of the Elf Prince, he would never condescend to make friends with a human who is not even a fraction of his age.

Let's see who can get Kael'thas's attention.

In the entire Dalaran, apart from those highly respected archmages, the only young generation are Arthas and Jaina.

"You want to die?"

Zuo Si stared at the other person's eyes that were flashing red and asked back.

Although there was no spark in the body of this consciousness container, he could still clearly sense the abundant death and shadow energy in the banshee's body, as well as the powerful mental control power that extended from this basis.

As expected, the Shadowlands behind the Lich King and Frostmourne represent not so much death as the power of the soul and mind.

It is completely different from what ordinary people think, that being able to create terrible undead spirits represents evil.

Quite the opposite.

This kind of power has no distinction between good and evil. It is simply generated by the projection of life cognition and consciousness in the physical world, that is, the power of soul and mind.

This is exactly the same as the universe where Toril exists, where the thoughts and consciousness of mortals are projected onto the outer planes.

Therefore, the ability of the Lich King, Helm of Domination, and Sylvanas to invade the minds and control the targets essentially acts directly on the soul.

This is completely different from the mind flayer mastermind and many charm spells. It is more like a way for gods, demons, and devils to control the soul.

Sylvanas raised her arm and looked at her pale and bloodless palm, and responded in a sad tone: "I can feel that my humanity is fading away every day, and I will eventually become a monster like Arthas.

Moreover, the Lich King's voice echoed in my mind all the time, leaving me with no hope of regaining my freedom.

Rather than becoming a miserable executioner and slave, perhaps complete death is a good choice.

After all, after becoming a banshee, I have killed countless former compatriots in just two or three days, and my hands are stained with the blood of innocent people.

But what was incredible was that I didn't see any guilt or pain at all, just hatred and anger that kept accumulating.

By the way, since I am under the control of the Lich King, it is impossible for me to stand here without any resistance and let others kill me at will.

I will fight back and I will fight as hard as I can."

After saying that, Sylvanas suddenly turned into an incorporeal state to avoid a sneak attack from a high elf assassin.

In a flash, she successfully created some distance with a backward jump, and while leaping backward, she pulled the bowstring and shot an arrow containing a curse.

Puff! The High Elf Assassin's heart was pierced, and dazzling blood spurted out from his chest.

What was even more terrifying was that just one or two seconds later, her body suddenly exploded, with blood, flesh and internal organs splattering everywhere.

Soon afterwards, a skeleton stood up from the bloody corpse, exuding the breath of darkness and death.

Apparently, this is the new ability Sylvanas gained after being killed by Frostmourne.

Not only can she control the will of other creatures through the power of magic, but she can also infinitely resurrect the lives she has shot and killed as skeleton servants. She can even transform herself into a disembodied banshee to avoid physical attacks.

The high-level elf assassin who died just now was definitely the top assassin in Silvermoon City.

Unfortunately, she knew too little about the current power of the former ranger general, so a sneak attack that seemed to be a sure win turned into a terrible disaster.

Zuo Si, who witnessed a brilliant counterattack, did not react at all, nor did he stop the other party from killing his former compatriots. He just said meaningfully: "There is no need to be so desperate.

How do you know that your future is destined to be a tragedy? Maybe your destiny has just begun.

When you regain your free will, that's when you really need to make a choice."

As the last word came out of his mouth, Zuo Si's gaze lingered for a moment on the amulet that preserved the other half of his soul.

Sylvanas obviously noticed this as well. She subconsciously reached out and touched the pendant around her neck, with a thoughtful look on her face.

Of course she knew that the amulet concealed another part of her soul, but she just didn't know how to use it yet.

In contrast, Dar'kan Drathir seized an opportunity to launch a surprise attack.

As a mage of considerable strength, his hands almost instantly burst into dazzling arcane light.

The next second...

A dazzling arcane shock went straight to Zuo Si's back.

Unfortunately, the latter had already learned a lot in Dalaran and communicated with many great wizards, and was familiar with the current arcane magic system in Azeroth.

Coupled with the physical enhancements brought by the blood of the Blood God Hakkar and the blood of the Dreadlord, one must at least reach the level of a great wizard in order to pose a threat to him.

What's more, the biggest difference between Zuo Si and the wizards in this world is that he has developed a habit in Faerun of casting a large number of protective spells to save his life anytime and anywhere.

Therefore, before the arcane impact could get close, it was blocked by an invisible layer of protection and formed ripples in the air like water waves.

This scene undoubtedly made Darkhan Drathir look shocked and unbelievable. He subconsciously wanted to command the ghouls and other undead creatures to rush forward, and even gave Sylvanas an attack order.

But before any sound could come out of his throat, he felt a blur in front of his eyes, and then his neck was tightly pinched by a hand. Not to mention making a sound, he couldn't even cough violently. His whole face suddenly turned red and turned purple and black.

"You are braver than I thought."

Zuo Si used the back of his hand to pull the elf wizard's feet off the ground, and a blood-red light flashed in his eyes.

Darkan Drasier only felt that the blood in his body began to churn uncontrollably, with large amounts of blood oozing out of his nose, mouth, ears and eyes, and his heart was beating violently as if it would explode at any time.

Was he going to die? Fear immediately dominated his brain, causing him to struggle and turn around to ask his master Arthas for help.

After all, he abandoned his compatriots, abandoned his country, betrayed and used his friends, and finally got the promise of the Lich King. How could he die at the last moment of victory?

Arthas, who was fighting with Anasterian, seemed to sense something and immediately released a powerful gust of wind.

Perhaps due to his advanced age, King Anasterian was unable to release the flames of Flame Strike to vaporize it all this time, but was instead pierced by a broken ice spike through the gap in his shoulder armor.

Although the wound was not big, it caused the strength and reaction speed of one of the arms to drop significantly, so he could only retreat back in sweat.

The Death Knight turned his horse around quickly and locked onto the familiar figure not far away. He asked in surprise, "Why are you in Silvermoon City? Is this also the guidance of the so-called God behind you?"

"Long time no see, Your Highness."

Zuo Si stroked his chest with one hand and bowed slightly as he did when they were together before.

"You've changed a lot since we met in Stratholme.

I really want to know what interesting things will happen when you meet the Crown Prince of Lordaeron who was willing to sacrifice himself for the people in the past.

You know what? I never thought you made the wrong decision in Stratholme.

Perhaps it was indeed controversial on a moral level, but in practice it delayed or even prevented the spread of the plague in the East Weald region, saving more civilians.

Even if it's only temporary.

And you should be prepared to face criticism when you do this.

But why did it become like this in such a short time after arriving in Northrend to hunt down Mal'Ganis?

Is it because of the whispers from the Lich King behind Frostmourne?

Or are you questioning the choice you think is right in your heart? Or is your will defeated by some of your worst fears in your subconscious mind? "

These words seemed to evoke Arthas's dusty memories. He lowered his head and fell into a brief silence. Then he gently brushed the blade of the rune sword with his fingers and responded in an emotionless tone: "First of all, I thank you for your support and recognition of the Stratholme incident.

At least you are the only one among all the people I know so far who holds such a view.

But you did not accompany me to Northrend, so you did not witness the horrors that unfolded across that frozen land, nor did you know the sacrifices I had to make in my quest for vengeance.

I have also hesitated and been confused, wandering alone in the snow and wind, searching for the so-called meaning of life.

Finally I realized that the reason why there is so much pain and sorrow in this world is because human life is too fragile.

But if I can turn them all into undead, wouldn't I be able to stay away from birth, aging, sickness and death and achieve eternal life? So I decided to slaughter the entire world with my own hands and establish an eternal kingdom.

Would you like to help me?"

At the end of his speech, the Death Knight extended an invitation to this "friend" who supported him during the massacre in Stratholme.

As a very "nostalgic" person, he obviously had a strong desire to kill Zuo Si and transform him into a ghost.

In this way, the other person can always be by your side like Falric and Marwyn.

"I'm so sorry, Your Highness.

I have no interest in an eternal kingdom populated only by the dead.

Compared to that cold and lifeless atmosphere, a vivid world is more fascinating.

Don't you think it's boring when everyone around you just obeys?

Just like this high elf wizard who betrayed his race and country.

His meanness, selfishness, and lust for arcane magical power are the most interesting parts of building a real world."

The latter was coughing and vomiting violently while breathing in big gulps of fresh air.

After recovering a little, he didn't dare to stay for even a second, and immediately crawled back to his owner, his face full of fear.

This guy was obviously frightened by the powerful magical protection surrounding Zuo Si's body. He couldn't believe that someone could maintain so many different types of protective spells at the same time.

Arthas ignored Darkan Drathir, a servant who had lost his usefulness, and sighed involuntarily: "Alas - that's such a pity.

You should know that I have always valued you.

I even hoped that you could serve as prime minister after I became king and turn the Kingdom of Lordaeron into a true paradise on earth.

But it doesn't matter, as long as this sword pierces your chest, the result will be the same."

As he spoke, Arthas, who was riding on the skeleton warhorse, began to lean forward slightly, obviously ready to launch a charge.

Seeing this, the injured King Anasterian immediately threw out the Flame Strike in his hand and shouted, "Catch it, young man. Be careful with this guy, there is something wrong with his rune sword."

"Please don't worry. No one in this world knows Frostmourne and the secrets behind it better than me. As for you and the other high elf soldiers on the wall, please retreat quickly. I am enough here."

Zuo Si caught the "Joy of Fire" and felt the magical power attached to the inside of the sword. Then, relying on his powerful control over energy and arcane magic skills that had never appeared in this world, he instantly brought the power of this artifact to its extreme.

Before anyone could react to what was happening, a blinding firestorm descended from the sky and slammed down on the heads of thousands of undead troops.

The soldiers at the forefront could even feel the heat wave coming towards them and thought they were going to lose their lives under the influence of this powerful magic.

But in the blink of an eye they discovered that all the flames would shrink rapidly when approaching the elves, as if they had encountered an invisible wall.

Such precise control is absolutely impossible for even Anasteria, the most powerful elven wizard.

To be exact, the old king looked just as horrified as everyone else.

Especially the look he gave Zuo Si, it was as if he was looking at a monster that could not be described by common sense.

After all, whether it is Dalaran or Silvermoon City, the first lesson of all magic textbooks will clearly state that the larger the range of the lethal magic, the more difficult it is to control, so accidentally injuring friendly forces is not a big deal at all.

The warriors also understood this very well and never bothered the mages because of the casualties caused by their own large-scale lethal spells.

They understand that the enemy is the one who suffers the most damage.

Only with the support of these powerful magics can the casualties on our side be minimized.

But now, a human who looked like he was not yet fully adult was able to perfectly control the artifact Flamestrike after getting it for the first time, and used it better than King Anasterian of the Sunstrider family. This was really unacceptable to the High Elves who looked down on other races.

With just one strike, all the undead troops that climbed up the city wall were burned to ashes, and even the area within a few dozen meters below the city wall was completely cleared out.

Such powerful magical force has obviously surpassed the Grand Mage who represents the highest achievement of Silvermoon City's magic.

But soon, King Anasteria realized that this was a great opportunity to retreat, and he quickly and loudly ordered the guards to retreat, while he continued to shout from a distance: "Young man, this place is left to you.

We high elves will never forget this kindness today.

Don't push yourself too hard, just hold on as long as you can.

If all else fails, retreat to the port and I will have someone leave a boat for you."

“Please don’t be polite. I am just fulfilling my duty as an ally and protecting the devout believers of the church in the city.

I believe that through the battle just now, you should have realized that the Sunwell is absolutely undefendable.

Therefore, I suggest that you lead your people to hide on the sea for a while, or go directly to Stranglethorn Vale through the portal to take refuge.

Only in this way can we ensure that more people survive.”

Zuo Si obviously saw that the king was still planning to retreat to the Sunwell and fight to the death with the Scourge, and he couldn't help but remind him again.

"I'll think about it..."

King Anasterian nodded perfunctorily.

It was easy to tell from his unwillingness to admit defeat that he had no intention of listening to the advice and was planning to retreat to the Sunwell with a group of people to build a final defense.

After all, things like "the king dies for the country" are quite common in Azeroth, and they are also the spirit of nobility.

Whether it was the King of Stormwind, Llane Wrynn, who fought to the death and was assassinated by Garona during the resistance against the orc invasion, or his son Varian who personally stayed behind until his heroic death, they all embodied this noble spirit.

A king who abandons his country and his people and runs away is no different from a coward in the eyes of the people of this world.

Therefore, any king with a little self-respect would eventually choose to end his life in a tragic battle when his country is destroyed, rather than choosing to escape.

Fortunately, King Anasterian only took away some of the soldiers, mages, and priests who were willing to continue fighting to death, and did not force the civilians to be buried with him.

He even deliberately ordered his son to protect the people and forbade Kael'thas to follow the troops to the Sunwell for the final struggle.

There is no doubt that with the full retreat of the high elves, Silvermoon City has actually fallen.

Although Zuo Si blocked the Scourge's frontal attack, he could not reach the small group of Undead that entered the city through the tunnel and were running around.

The only thing to be thankful for is that the population loss was not as severe as in the original timeline, almost to the brink of genocide, and many civilians successfully escaped with the help of ships and portals.

Looking at the large white sails hoisted in the harbor in the distance, Arthas, who had been silent for a long time, finally asked again: "Are you going to follow Sylvanas's example and sacrifice yourself to save more lives?"

“Sacrifice yourself? No, no, no, you seem to have misunderstood something.

I am standing here not to sacrifice myself, but because I am confident enough in my strength.

In addition, as a thank you for not launching an attack during this time, I decided to tell you a secret, a secret about the origin of the Lich King.

I wonder if you would be interested in listening?"

Zuo Si pursed his lips, revealing an undisguised bad taste.

As the elves of Silvermoon City had basically evacuated, the main purpose of his trip had finally been mostly achieved, and all that was left was time for fun.

"Do you know the origin of the Lich King?"

An expression of great surprise appeared on Arthas' pale face.

Because up to now, he himself doesn't know what the Lich King is, and even many of his plans and ideas are still transmitted through Kel'Thuzad's ghost.

Zuo Si smiled and nodded: "That's right.

Not only do I know his origins, but I also know that he is working for the Burning Legion to invade this world.

I can also tell you that the so-called Lich King was originally just the soul of an old, cowardly orc shaman who had nothing but failures in his life.

His name is Ner'zhul, the sinner who pushed his own people into the arms of the Burning Legion. "

As these words came out, Frostmourne suddenly erupted with a large amount of frost and biting cold.

A powerful force rushed directly towards Zuo Si, trying to pull out the soul of this bold fanatic who leaked the Lich King's greatest secret.

But unfortunately, no matter how strong this force was, it ultimately failed to pull anything related to the soul out of the body.

To be precise, there is no soul in this container at all.

The soul of the original owner of this body had already been stuffed into the new body created by cloning, and had started a new life in Stranglethorn Vale.

Zuo Si only relied on a wisp of consciousness to control his body, so how could he have a soul?

Therefore, the Lich King and even the Shadow Realm behind him can do nothing to him.

Just like people who have nothing are the most terrible destabilizing factor in society, people without souls can also walk around in Azeroth with impunity.

After a brief confrontation, Ner'zhul, who was far away on the Frozen Throne, quickly restrained his strength and began to urge Arthas through Frostmourne to launch an attack quickly and kill this enemy who knew too many secrets.

But Arthas was obviously different from the other servants of the Lich King. He was the first Death Knight with the strongest independent consciousness besides Sylvanas, so he did not take action immediately. Instead, he frowned and continued to ask: "You said that the Lich King is the orc shaman Ner'zhul, do you have any evidence?"

“I think Frostmourne’s reaction just now is a good proof of that.

After all, many times what hurts the most is never lies, but the truth.

How about it, do you feel strange now? After all, the powerful and omnipotent Lich King is essentially just a despicable and cowardly clown, even worse than the traitor Dar'Khan Drathir.

At least the latter dare to do anything to fight for their own interests.

The most important thing is that no matter how he brags about himself, he is just a pawn of the Burning Legion, and his every move is monitored by the dreadlords.

The seemingly invincible Scourge is just like a bug in front of its true master and can be easily crushed to death."

With a wicked smile on his face, Zuo Si began to expose the Lich King's past in front of Sylvanas and Arthas.

How did Ner'zhul go from an old orc shaman hated by everyone to the Lich King regarded as a god by countless people?

The answer is to create a sense of mystery.

Since his soul and the Crown of Domination are imprisoned in the ice of Northrend, he has no entity at all and communicates with the outside world entirely through powerful mental power.

This means that Ner'zhul can use this skill to whisper in other people's ears like an old god, and deliberately use the power of the mind to impart some forbidden knowledge and psychic magic that has been instilled into his mind.

In this way, he can establish the image of an omnipotent god in the minds of his targets.

Even someone as smart as Kel'Thuzad was fooled in the end, let alone the others.

Therefore, in the eyes of many people in the curse sect, the Lich King is a god, a god who is in charge of forbidden magic and death.

So how can we destroy the fanatics' worship and obedience to God? Of course, we should dig up all his past dark history and expose the mean, cowardly, timid, and indecisive old orc to everyone.

It will be fun to watch when all the self-aware high-level undead in the Scourge begin to despise and resist the rule of Ner'zhul.

After all, no matter how strong the amplifying power of the Helmet of Domination is, it is impossible to suppress the resistance of thousands of free wills at the same time.

"What are you still hesitating about? Kill him now!"

The roar of Frostmourne, like a cold wind, kept ringing in his ears, urging Arthas to take action.

From the urgent tone, the Death Knight felt the Lich King's wrath for the first time.

Similarly, he also realized that all the information just now was true.

It turns out that the master he had been serving was actually a despicable and ridiculous clown.

Even the ghost of Kel'Thuzad beside him did not stand up to give any advice at this time.

Sylvanas's mouth corners curled up wildly, her face full of mockery and sarcasm.

Needless to say, Zuo Si's words began to take effect.

You know, authority is often very difficult to establish, but very easy to destroy.

Most importantly, the native inhabitants of Azeroth have an innate contempt, disgust and hatred for the invading orcs, viewing them as barbaric and uncivilized beasts.

This is also why Daelin showed no mercy when attacking the orc settlement.

Because when the orcs invaded this world, they were a group of wild beasts that could not communicate, did not follow any rules, and did not take prisoners.

Wherever it passed, no matter whether it was humans, poultry or livestock, all died.

Even the envoys sent out would be sacrificed to the demons of the Burning Legion.

In addition, Kel'Thuzad, Arthas, Sylvanas and other high-level undead were the elites of their respective countries and races when they were alive.

They might be able to accept being controlled by a mysterious and omnipotent god, but they would never accept being commanded by a lowly and inferior orc shaman.

Although these few people are not enough to form a resistance force at present, as long as the seeds of betrayal and suspicion are planted, it will not take long for them to grow into towering trees.

Finally, under the repeated urging of Ner'zhul, Arthas finally wielded Frostmourne and launched a charge, marking the beginning of the battle.

Boom!!! When the two elemental energies of ice and fire collided with each other, the entire wall of Silver Moon City, which was reinforced by magic, was torn apart in an instant.

The tightly closed door collapsed with a loud bang, and the shock wave destroyed all the buildings within a radius of 100 meters.

If you look down from a high place, you will find that the semicircular area on Zuo Si's side is divided by where the two people are standing. It is all ignited by flames, even the stones and steel have turned into boiling liquid, while the Death Knight's side is completely covered by crystal clear ice.

In the next few minutes, Arthas launched attacks again and again according to the Lich King's orders, but they were all easily resolved.

After a few rounds, Arthas finally realized something and asked with a horrified expression, "Did you teach Jialiya how to use the sword?"

"Haha, have you finally figured it out? That's right, I was the one who taught her the sword dance. How about it? It doesn't feel good to be scolded by your own sister and have one of your eyes gouged out, right?"

At the moment, Zuo Si has obviously completely transformed into a man of fun, specializing in rubbing salt into other people's wounds.

"So you knew everything from the beginning, the consequences of my leaving Stratholme for Northrend?"

Although Arthas is called a "fool", he has been trained as the crown prince for so many years, so he is not really stupid. He just likes to dwell on problems that he cannot solve.

If he still couldn't see the foresight demonstrated by Zuo Si's actions at this time, he could just die.

“Isn’t this obvious?

Remember what I told you? You would be the king of Lordaeron.

From the moment you killed King Terenas to the time when Calia announced that she would succeed you as queen, weren't you the undisputed king of Lordaeron?

It just wasn't the way you imagined it would be when you ascended to the throne.

Oh, by the way, I almost forgot to inform you.

In fact, your sister Jialiya has secretly married and gave birth to a lovely and beautiful daughter.

This means that the throne of Lordaeron has a new heir."

During the ten or so seconds that Zuo Si was speaking, Arthas's expression became extremely ugly at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Although because he was already dead, his face didn't look very good to begin with.

"Banshee! Your master needs help!"

The Death Knight was obviously enraged, and without saying anything, he chose to call for help.

Although Sylvanas was very reluctant, she still drew her bow and shot a cursed black arrow.

Zuo Si waved the Fire Joy to easily block it, and then accepted this unfair one-on-two fight with a provocative smile.

With his current strength that is comparable to that of the Demigod of the Wilderness, and the constant supply of magic from the Sunwell behind him, it is not difficult to deal with two enemies who are not good at spells.