Immigration, transformation, pioneering, construction...
With the help of the huge Kul Tiras fleet led by Daelin, the mages sent from Dalaran and Quel'Thalas, and the support of the dwarf blacksmiths and gnome engineers from Ironforge, the originally wild tropical rainforest north of Stranglethorn Vale was transformed into a new home suitable for habitation in just two or three months.
Especially after mechanical logging machines and mechanical puppets capable of automatic farming and harvesting were mass-produced and put into use, it became extremely easy to cultivate farmland and plant crops on it.
In addition, Zuo Si personally used "Marvin's World Weaving Technique" to transform the original tropical rainy climate into the next most suitable subtropical climate for farming. In less than three months, the first batch of crops planted had already produced an unprecedented harvest.
Poultry and livestock transported by ships also thrive in an environment of abundant food.
The peninsula divided by the river in the northwest of the entire Stranglethorn Vale is basically filled with farms, orchards and breeding farms of all sizes.
Whether human or forest elf, as long as they are willing, they can get a piece of land of their own, build a house nearby and live a peaceful life.
Rich reserves of various mineral veins have also been discovered near the mountainous areas in the north adjacent to the Western Wilderness, completely solving the last weakness and worry.
Under the organization of the church, a group of humans together with dwarves and gnomes from Ironforge established a small town here mainly engaged in mining and forging.
In particular, the stable mining of gold and silver means that we can start minting our own currency.
The emergence of currency quickly caused the original rationing system to collapse and was replaced by a market economy with free flow of wealth.
Whether it was the greedy goblins in Booty Bay in the south or the human merchants in Stormwind Kingdom in the north, they all sent out ships to conduct trade as soon as possible.
Before long, ships from various eastern kingdoms began to appear in the port of the "City of Contract", and the market became extremely prosperous and lively.
Of course, the price was that the population in the East Wilder region of the Kingdom of Lordaeron declined, more than half of the villages were abandoned, and hundreds of thousands of people came to the south by ship and through a portal that was later opened and maintained with the help of high elf wizards.
After all, no one in this world is a real fool.
After learning that there are countless undead hordes hiding in the area, the terrible plague continues to spread in invisible places, and even the land in some areas close to the forest shows signs of withering and death, if they don't run away quickly, are they waiting to die?
In the original timeline, the reason why all these civilians were killed and became part of the Scourge undead was mainly because they had nowhere to run.
But now, except for some nobles and wealthy people who own large amounts of land and real estate, and residents living in large towns protected by strong walls, almost everyone who can run has run away.
Even nobles and wealthy people would try their best to send their sons and daughters to the relatively safe Stranglethorn Vale, allowing them to open an inn or tavern in the "City of Contract" or do some business that could make money to support themselves.
Since Calia had been officially confirmed as the queen of this new human kingdom, King Terenas thought it was a good idea to keep the wealth within the family. Instead of obstructing it, he deliberately kept Baron Rivendare, the lord of Stratholme, in the royal capital for a while longer.
In addition, the largest troll force in the north of Stranglethorn Vale, the Bloodscalp Trolls, have also completely become history, and have all turned into forest elves with a population of about 100,000.
Most of them live together with humans, and even begin to intermarry and get pregnant. It won't be long before they give birth to a large number of mixed-race offspring.
Only a small number followed Calesia across the river and headed south to continue converting the Skullsplitter Clan trolls.
As for the fishmen on the long coastline who could not be killed no matter what, Zuo Si unceremoniously dropped two targeted viruses.
One method is to cause lesions in the gills of the murlocs, making them unable to breathe underwater at all, and they can only crawl ashore to be repeatedly strangled by the velociraptors patrolling along the coastline.
The other is a terrible skin disease that causes their tough and smooth scales to rot, rendering them unable to provide any defense and allowing them to be easily killed by piercing weapons such as arrows and spears.
With this two-pronged approach, the coast north of Stranglethorn Vale soon became very safe.
Some bold and business-minded individuals even spent a large sum of money to purchase diving equipment and began collecting giant clams on the seabed to artificially cultivate pearls.
Just as Zuo Si was enjoying the fun brought by farming and construction, flirting with Princess Calia, who was already a married woman, from time to time, and occasionally exchanging magical experiences with Jaina and Kael'thas, the sudden appearance of an uninvited guest broke the peace.
He was none other than Mal'Ganis, the man who lured Prince Arthas to Northrend.
However, the current condition of this Dreadlord was obviously not very good. Not only was there a huge wound on his chest caused by a sword sharp, but the flesh and blood near the wound also appeared pale, rotten, and dead.
"My dear friend, things don't look good for you, do they?"
The corners of Zuo Si's mouth curled up slightly, revealing a playful and teasing smile.
Although he had not seen the famous artifact, Frostmourne, he could tell from the scene he saw that the wound was definitely caused by Frostmourne.
Because even though Dreadlords often use shadow magic, their true power actually comes from death, souls, and psychic energy.
Therefore, there is absolutely no other weapon in the whole Azeroth except Frostmourne that can inflict such a horrific wound on a dreadlord.
"Your warning was indeed correct!
The bastard Lich King Ner'zhul actually had ulterior motives and was planning to get rid of us dreadlords who were monitoring him.
He is clearly not as completely subservient to the Burning Legion as he appears to be.
If I hadn't prepared in advance and pretended to be dead to escape, my body would have been destroyed and my soul would have returned to the twisting void to wait for rebirth."
When saying this, Mal'Ganis' tone and eyes looked extremely angry.
After all, he, who was the best at playing tricks and schemes, was actually bitten back by an old orc who was completely exposed to the control of the dreadlords. It was really embarrassing.
Without prior warning and careful preparation, I would definitely become a laughing stock in the entire Dreadlord circle.
"Haha, it seems that you don't know enough about Ner'zhul, and you don't understand his inherent meanness and forbearance.
If you carefully understand and analyze this guy's life trajectory, it is easy to find that he rarely directly resists those who are more powerful than himself.
Instead, they will choose to be servile and pretend to be accommodating, and then quietly accumulate strength in secret.
When the time is right, he will choose to betray without hesitation.
What's more, in the eyes of Ner'zhul, you are a minion of the Burning Legion and a spy sent by Kil'jaeden to monitor him.
He didn't know that all the dreadlords were actually spies planted in the legion by the mysterious master behind the scenes.
So based on the above points, it is perfectly normal for the Lich King to take advantage of the perfect opportunity when Arthas has just obtained Frostmourne and is full of strong hatred to kill you.
Anyway, we can just explain it to the other dreadlords by saying that the prince was not completely under control at the time and promise that such a situation will not happen again."
Zuo Si directly analyzed the cause and effect of the whole incident.
It has to be said that as spies, the Dreadlords are absolutely qualified.
Because apart from the creator and master behind them, all other forces believe that they, like other demons, were born from the twisting void.
Even Sargeras, the founder of the Burning Legion and the strongest Titan in the Pantheon, is no exception.
But the problem is that these dreadlords don't know whether it is because they have done a good job of keeping secrets, or because they have been undercover for too long that hiding themselves has become a habit. Even in front of Ner'zhul, the Lich King who has completely turned to the camp of death, they did not say anything.
So much so that Ner'zhul mistakenly believed that the dreadlords were minions sent by Kil'jaeden to monitor him, and he always tried his best to get rid of them.
I didn't realize that these were actually friendly forces.
Both parties are essentially serving the same master.
And this kind of confusion continued even after Arthas became the Lich King.
It is not known whether this was a deliberate arrangement or the dreadlords still wanted to be undercover in the Burning Legion, so they had to show an attitude of being irreconcilable with the Lich King who betrayed the Legion.
Anyway, in Zuo Si's eyes, the whole thing was quite outrageous from beginning to end.
"So you think we are to blame for what happened?" Mal'Ganis asked with wide eyes.
Zuo Si shook his head meaningfully. "No, I just want to say that you don't need to be so angry. Instead, you should consider how to take advantage of the time when everyone thinks you've been killed. You know, this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, because no one will be on guard against a dead person."
Hearing this, Malganis immediately realized something, touched his chin and thought seriously for a moment, and quickly responded: “You make sense.
This is indeed a rare opportunity for me.
If used well, you can bypass Kil'jaeden's sight and accomplish many things.
Here, here's the information you wanted on Legion technology, magic, and some expedition vanguards.
Archimonde the Defiler is ready to lead senior commanders who once participated in the War of the Ancients, such as the Pit Lord Mannoroth and the Doom Lord Kazzak, to enter Azeroth at any time through the portal opened by the Scourge.
Although I'm not sure what you want to do, I can guarantee that this country built in the southern Stranglethorn Vale will definitely not be able to withstand the full-scale invasion launched by the Burning Legion.
Not to mention the Legion, even the Lich King's undead army can destroy it easily."
"I never thought of relying on these mortals to resist demons or the undead. I simply used faith to ensure my connection with this world."
Zuo Si acted as if he didn't care and took a pile of things that looked like special metal plates from the Dreadlord.
This is a method of encrypted information storage that combines magic and technology. It can be deciphered through special instruments and dedicated spells. Each piece can record the contents of more than tens of thousands of professional books.
If we have to find something similar, it should be the famous Netheril Scroll.
You have to know that even with Zuo Si's intelligence level and photographic memory, it would take at least ten days or even a month to finish reading one of the scrolls. You can imagine the amount of knowledge stored in it.
In comparison, although these metal plates are not as exaggerated, their storage capacity is also not to be underestimated.
Moreover, the material and the fel energy and shadow magic attached to it fully prove that it is most likely the knowledge and technology taught to the Eredar by the dark Titan Sargeras, and its source is the impressive creation technology of the Titan Pantheon.
As for the magic of reading information, Zuo Si had already obtained it from Mal'Ganis's memory, and reading the contents was as easy as eating and drinking.
In just a few seconds, he roughly figured out the contents stored in the metal plate. At the same time, he secretly sighed that these dreadlords had really infiltrated the Burning Legion into a sieve and could even copy a whole set of fel technology trees.
Even without the help of Sargeras to twist planets like Argus that gave birth to Titan souls into a source of energy, ordinary forces simply cannot handle high-end stuff like fel technology.
However, some of these things, such as space battleships, flying fortresses, and the construction technology of some ultra-long-distance portal networks, as well as the design drawings of fel energy artillery and super-large construct creatures, can still serve as a reference.
What's more, once you understand these, you can easily find the weaknesses exposed by the Burning Legion in its deployment of troops.
So in the countless tens of thousands of years that he served the Legion, the Dreadlord had basically stripped his opponents of their underwear.
It is estimated that apart from the uncertainty of Sargeras' own strength, whether it is Kil'jaeden or Archimonde, their magic, abilities, personalities and ways of doing things are all clearly understood.
Such amount of knowledge, technology and magic is enough for Zuo Si to digest for a while.
"Maintain the connection?"
Mal'Ganis keenly grasped a key word.
Needless to say, he has never given up investigating what this powerful consciousness that has descended into the human body is and where it comes from.
Zuo Si was undoubtedly very clear about what the Demon Lord of Dread in front of him was thinking. He had no intention of explaining at all and just maintained a mysterious smile.
After about ten seconds, when Mal'Ganis realized that it was impossible to obtain any useful information, he quickly opened the portal and left without looking back.
After all, he was really hit by the artifact Frostmourne, and he urgently needed to find a place to heal his wounds first.
After the Dreadlord left, Zuo Si put away the metal piece in his hand, looked out the window at the prosperous and bustling port market in the distance, and murmured to himself in a voice that only he could hear, "It seems that in about a month at most, Arthas will return as a death knight and perform a wonderful drama of patricide in the capital of Lordaeron.
The rise of the Undead Scourge also means that the invasion of the Legion is inevitable.
The world is about to start burning down.
Should I wait patiently for the result here, or should I form an army to participate, or even show up at the battlefield of Mount Hyjal? Oh, why hasn't the bronze dragon that manages this timeline appeared yet? Normally, an action like mine that has already significantly affected the course of history should have attracted the other party's attention long ago.
Could it be that the bronze dragon that manages this timeline died in the battle with the Eternal Dragon Legion? Or has this timeline been abandoned in the first place, or is it controlled by the Eternal Dragon Legion? "
Because the Bronze Dragonflight and the Eternal Dragonflight are originally two sides of the same coin, and are scattered across countless timelines fighting each other, the time and history of Azeroth have always been filled with chaos and various inexplicable time paradoxes.
Zuo Si was also unable to determine whether the Azeroth he was in was the main timeline, or a branch timeline where major changes had already occurred but had not yet been revealed.
You should know that in one of the known timelines, there was an outrageous thing like the murlocs accidentally traveled back to the ancient past and successfully defeated other races to become the final winner.
Even the name of Azeroth was changed to Ayuras, the guardian dragon was changed to the guardian giant fish, and humans, trolls, elves, orcs, etc. no longer existed.
This means that there are countless possibilities in countless timelines.
For example, in a certain timeline, after the Dark Portal was opened, the orcs defeated the coalition forces of humans, elves, gnomes, and dwarves with ease, successfully conquered the entire eastern continent, and then started a battle for hegemony between the East and the West with local races such as the night elves and tauren in Kalimdor on the other side of the sea.
For example, in a certain timeline, Arthas failed to arrive in Stratholme in time, and when he arrived, he found that all the residents inside had turned into zombies and ghouls.
As a result, he was not abandoned by Jaina and Uther for launching a massacre of civilians. Instead, he led the people of Lordaeron to rise up and resist the attack of the undead army. Finally, after the war, he took over the crown from King Terenas and became a true king.
But the problem is that now the entire Eastern Kingdom is developing in the direction of the main timeline, and there is no sign of any problems.
Could it be that the problem lies with Kalimdor and the night elves?
Needless to say, Zuo Si knew that it was very strange that the bronze dragon had not appeared after so many things had been done.
But what he didn't know was that a certain Bronze Dragon lady was now transforming into a high elf, standing in a daze on the grand square of the "City of Contract" where her statue stood, with a look of shock and disbelief on her face, while she kept muttering, "It's over! It's completely over now! I just took a nap, and it's only been less than a few months. How could such a big city suddenly appear in Stranglethorn Vale? And what about this inexplicably appearing God of Contract?
Why can't I correct the entire timeline by traveling back in time?
Why does the repair fail every time I travel through time due to some inexplicable accident? Oh my god!
How should I report to Chronom? Should I tell her that I missed some important information because I slept, which caused the whole timeline to go out of control?
No, no, I have to find a way to do it myself quickly. "
As we all know, dragons, powerful and intelligent creatures with long lives, all have the habit of sleeping in.
Especially the bronze dragon that controls the power of time. Since it has the ability to travel freely in the torrent of time, it can always sleep safely for several months, years, or even decades or hundreds of years.
Anyway, even if there is a problem with the timeline they manage, they can directly reach the corresponding node to correct the problem.
But now, the young bronze dragon suddenly found that his tried and tested method was no longer effective.
It was as if the entire timeline was infused with some more powerful force, so powerful that it was completely beyond her control.
It was clear that Zuo Si's strategy of frantically developing faith and maintaining ties with Azeroth had worked.
This means that unless a brutal purge is carried out on the entire Eastern Continent, including the many races within the human race, it will be impossible to completely eliminate them.
But even if the bronze dragon could really be so ruthless, such behavior itself would seriously damage the timeline, resulting in the inability to resist the invasion of the Burning Legion.
By then, the entire Azeroth will either be occupied by the Burning Legion or turned into a land of death by the Scourge of Undead.
As for solving Zuo Si's problem from the source...
It's not like Miss Bronze Dragon hasn't tried before.
But when the former performed a miracle, she was instantly frightened by the terrifying power released across the vast space. She did not dare to stay for even a second and quickly fled.
Because she was very sure that if she dared to have any bad thoughts, the end would be very, very miserable.
In desperation, the bronze dragon could only travel around the timeline and aimlessly come to this city where it should not have appeared, trying to force itself to calm down and think carefully about a solution.
In particular, it is absolutely urgent to investigate the God of Contract and his church that appeared out of nowhere.
Just like that, this unknown bronze dragon lady joined the church as a high elf wizard, and pretended to be devout and fanatical, hoping to find out the true identity of the God of Contract by contacting the top leaders.
As a result, the bronze dragon that Zuo Si had always dreamed of actually became a member of the church. At the same time, he was quickly promoted with his good performance and rich magical knowledge, and soon became a core member.
However, since he himself does not like to get involved in the management of the church's internal affairs, the two have not met yet.
…
At the same time, in the magical kingdom of Dalaran in the far north.
After months of whispering, temptation, and mental torture, Anthony Dass could no longer hold on.
Because the voice in his mind that called itself the Lich King had begun to unabashedly claim a few days ago that the warriors he had chosen were about to set foot on the land of the Eastern Kingdoms and set off an unprecedented death storm, and that surrendering now was his last chance.
As the leader and archmage of Dalaran, Anthony Dass instantly realized that this might be a sign that some kind of undead scourge was about to launch an attack, and his heart was filled with torment.
On the one hand, as his energy was running out, he did have a strong desire for the eternal life offered by the Lich King. On the other hand, it was difficult for him to give up the feelings he had for Dalaran over the years and he couldn't just abandon it like Kel'Thuzad did.
After struggling for two or three days, he finally found his disciple whom he was proud of.
As soon as they met, the skinny, sunken-eyed and haggard archmage said straight to the point: "Jaina, after a period of consideration and investigation, and the various signs that have emerged recently, I think the God of Contract is right.
The last guardian, Medivh, has predicted that the world is facing an unprecedented disaster.
Therefore, I hope you can lead some soldiers, mages and civilians to leave the Eastern Kingdoms and cross the Endless Sea to the distant continent of Kalimdor.
According to the records of the high elves, it was the night elves living on the continent of Kalimdor who defeated the Burning Legion and defended Azeroth 10,000 years ago.
"Teacher, what's wrong with you? Why have you been reacting so strangely in the past few months?"
Jaina stared at Anthony Das, who was so thin that he was almost skin and bones, with an expression of horror that could not be concealed.
She simply couldn't imagine what had happened to this powerful, confident, and wise wizard.
"Don't ask too many questions, just do as I tell you."
Anthony Das obviously didn't want to explain too much, and gave orders to his disciples in a very blunt tone.
Because the great wizard has already made a decision in his heart, and just wants to resolve the matter as quickly as possible.
"But I need an explanation. Your recent behavior is quite abnormal, and even the members of the Kirin Tor Council think you are crazy."
Jaina was obviously not someone who would give up easily. She immediately stood up and tried to force the tutor to answer her questions directly by questioning him.
In fact, this matter has troubled her for a long time. She could not understand why Anthony Das suddenly made a 180-degree turn in his attitude when Zuo Si came to Dalaran.
"I have nothing to explain, and even if I did you wouldn't understand..."
After taking a glance at his disciple's still youthful and beautiful face, Anthony Das said this and then stood up and returned to the room on the upper floor of the tower to completely isolate himself from the outside world.
Young people have not experienced the terrible feeling of aging, nor have they experienced that death is approaching at a speed visible to the naked eye, so they will never truly understand the pain and despair of the elderly.
The desire for health and life, and the deep attachment to this living world can even make a person become extremely twisted and crazy.
A few hours later, when Jaina led a group of mages, soldiers and civilians to leave Dalaran with the order of her mentor and headed for the nearest port, Anthony Das stood on the high tower and whispered with a complicated expression: "I'm sorry, my most outstanding disciple, this is the last thing I can do for you, for Dalaran, and for the entire Alliance."
Before he finished speaking!
The voice of the Lich King, Ner'zhul, once again rang in his mind.
"So you've made up your mind, haven't you?"
"Yes. I have done so much for others. It is time for me to think about myself in the last moments of my life. Tell me, who is the Scourge Warrior you chose? How can I cooperate with his actions?"
As he said this, there was no longer any kindness or compassion in Anthony Das's eyes, only icy coldness.
"My chosen Scourge champion is Prince Arthas Menethil.
He has now left Northrend by ship, and it will not be long before he returns to Lordaeron in triumph and kills King Terenas with his own hands.
Then a massacre swept across the entire kingdom of Lordaeron.
All you have to do is wait patiently in Dalaran for Arthas to lead the Scourge army to arrive, then disintegrate Dalaran's defenses from the inside and help him get the Book of Medivh.
In return, I can allow you to be reborn as a top-level archlich in the Sunwell, which has infinite magical energy, just like Kel'Thuzad.
By then you will have magical power ten times stronger than you have now, and eternal life that will never age or die."
There is no doubt that although the first Lich King, Ner'zhul, is just a despicable, cowardly, and timid bug in the eyes of true strong men, he is indeed very good at exploring the weaknesses in human nature.
It was true for Arthas, it was true for Kel'Thuzad, and now it is true for Antonidas.
After getting the promise he wanted, the top leader of Dalaran finally ended his months-long isolation and once again appeared at the regular meeting, acting as if he was determined to fulfill his duties again.
Little did they know that Antonius Das had secretly defected to the Lich King, intending to sacrifice the lives of all the rest of Dalaran in exchange for his own immortality.
Because he knew that the magical defenses of Dalaran were simply not enough to resist the invasion of the Scourge, let alone defeat the demons of the Burning Legion that invaded Azeroth ten thousand years ago.
Since we are doomed to fail, what is the point of continuing to resist?
It was precisely because he was smart enough and had enough information that he gave rise to such pessimism and despair, leading the great wizard to embark on a path of no return.
As Anthony Das returned to "normal" and began to lead his team to research an antidote to the plague, the originally turbulent hearts of the people in the alliance countries quickly calmed down, and no one realized that this was the final calm after the storm.
In this slightly tense atmosphere, another half a month passed.
Just when everyone was speculating when the undead army hidden in the East Wilder region would launch an attack, Prince Arthas, who had gone on an expedition to Northrend, finally led his fleet back in triumph and once again docked at the Stratholme docks, which had become empty and looked like a ghost town.
Baron Rivendell, who had been waiting here for a long time, immediately knelt on one knee and greeted him in a cold tone: "Welcome back, Your Highness."
From his pale face and the rune sword he carries with him, it is easy to tell that he has actively embraced the plague and transformed himself into a powerful Death Knight.
As a good friend of Kel'Thuzad, Baron Rivendare had secretly defected to the Lich King when the Cult of the Damned rose.
It was also with his help that the plague-infected grain in the entire East Wilder region was able to flow unimpeded into one town after another, and eventually even infected tens of thousands of residents in Stratholme.
So if Kel'Thuzad caused the plague in northern Lordaeron, then Baron Rivendare was the biggest accomplice, providing funds and shelter for the development and growth of the entire Cult of the Damned.
"Why is this place so empty? I remember there should be a lot of survivors in Stratholme."
Arthas asked with a puzzled look on his face.
Although he had been completely controlled by Ner'zhul and turned into a soulless and extremely cold walking corpse, his memory was not lost at all.
Just the opposite!
The prince clearly remembered how the Church of the God of Contract did its best to treat every citizen infected with the plague, and eventually gathered tens of thousands of people outside the city.
"They all followed the Church of the God of the Contract to the sea and headed south to Stranglethorn Vale to open up new settlements. Not only in Stratholme, but also in the entire East Wilder region, hundreds of thousands of people fled."
When this matter was mentioned, Baron Rivendell immediately felt a burning hatred.
Because King Terenas deliberately isolated himself from the news, he, who stayed in the royal capital, had no idea what was happening in Stratholme.
When they came back, they found that not only had all the wealth and supplies in the city been taken away, but even the population had disappeared completely.
This undoubtedly shattered his idea of recruiting an army of undead after becoming a Death Knight.
Apart from dozens of curse cultists, there were only a few hundred ghouls, zombies and skeletons. Most of the corpses were burned before being buried, and there was no way to pull them up using psychic magic.
If possible, Baron Rivendell wanted to return to the capital of Lordaeron immediately and cut King Terenas into pieces with his own hands.
"Migrate? Why?"
Arthas continued to ask, obviously having no idea what had happened while he was away.
Baron Rivendell quickly suppressed the boiling anger in his heart and patiently explained: "Because they discovered a large number of hollowed-out tombs throughout the East Wilder region, including Stratholme.
Confirms that the Scourge is merely hiding and not actually defeated.
Civilians were very nervous and frightened about this.
Coupled with the huge prestige that the Church of the God of the Covenant had established in the process of treating the plague, there began to be a scene of people fleeing with their families.
At present, these people have built cities and farms in the southernmost Stranglethorn Vale.
In addition, your sister Princess Jialiya has become the leader of this group of refugees."
"Sister? Was this father's plan and arrangement?"
A sarcastic sneer appeared on Arthas' face.
From the moment this filial son came ashore, he had already begun to plan how to show filial piety to his father, the king.
"Yes. King Terenas has already prepared a ceremony to celebrate your triumph in the capital. If you want to do something, this is the best opportunity."
Lord Rivendell gave straightforward advice.
Arthas nodded in satisfaction: "Very good. In this case, let me give him a big surprise.
I'll leave these undead armies brought back from Northrend with you for now.
As soon as you receive my notification, move toward the southwest and kill all the towns and villages along the way.
Remember, leave no one alive. I need to gather an army large enough to serve the Lich King's next plan."
"clear!"
Baron Rivendell bowed his head once again to express his submission to the most powerful Death Knight.
After a brief conversation, Arthas took his two most trusted lieutenants when he was alive, Marwyn and Farric, and quickly advanced along the road towards the capital of Lordaeron.
Since the three of them were already undead, they had no idea what tiredness was and did not need to eat or rest, so it only took them a short time to enter Tirisfal Glades.
Looking at the peaceful and harmonious scene around him, as well as the endless stream of merchants, nobles and farmers on the road, Arthas subconsciously grasped the hilt of Frostmourne at his waist, his heart filled with hatred for such a vivid and beautiful thing.
There is no doubt that this is an almost instinctive reaction of undead creatures, and it is also the best embodiment of the opposition between death and life in this universe.
After several minutes, the prince finally shook off his strong urge to kill. He turned around and asked his adjutant, "Farric, how do you feel when you see these things that you once swore to protect even at the cost of your life?"
"I don't feel anything, Your Highness."
Falak gave his answer immediately without hesitation.
As a person with the same extreme and paranoid personality as Arthas, although he had desperately resisted before being killed and transformed by Frostmourne, now there is only the voice of the Lich King Ner'zhul in his mind, and his self-consciousness has been completely suppressed.
"And you, Marwyn?"
Arthas asked another adjutant of his.
Marwyn also replied in an emotionless tone: "I don't feel anything either, Your Highness. As long as you give the order, I can immediately draw my sword and kill everyone in sight, even my relatives."
"Great! This is exactly what I want. Let's go, let us end our father's life amid the cheers of these stupid living people, and by the way, completely destroy the entire kingdom of Lordaeron."
After saying this, Arthas pulled his black hood tight to cover his long hair that had turned from blond to white, and his eyes that exuded a bone-chilling chill, and walked straight towards the royal guard that was lined up in a welcoming formation at the gate of the royal capital in the distance.
Although he had been a Death Knight for a relatively short time and his body still looked almost the same as when he was alive, he inevitably developed some undead characteristics.
For example, there is no trace of blood on the skin, and there is a blue light flashing in the eyes from time to time.
In contrast, Falric and Marwyn, who were wearing fully enclosed helmets, did not need to worry about being recognized.
As Arthas walked through the city gate amid the loud praises of the honor guard, the bell tower high up immediately began to emit a low but penetrating sound.
Citizens who had been waiting for a long time flocked to the streets.
Some of them cheered loudly, some clapped and waved their hands vigorously, and many unmarried beautiful girls stood on the second floor of the building and scattered colorful fresh petals downwards.
Perhaps he felt something in his heart, or perhaps he was ready to say goodbye to the past completely. Arthas suddenly stopped, caught a falling red rose petal, looked up at the girl in the white dress, then crushed the delicate petals and threw them on the ground, and then strode into the palace under the gaze of countless pairs of eyes.
Father...I have returned to inherit your crown and throne...
(End of this chapter)
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