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 thrived 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 sharp sword, 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.

左思意味深长的摇了摇头：“不，我只是想要表达你其实完全没有必要那么生气、愤怒，而是应该考虑如何利用所有人都认为你已经被杀的这个空挡干点什么。要知道这可是一个千载难逢的好机会，因为没有谁会防备一个死人。”

听到这句话，玛尔加尼斯顿时意识到了什么，摸着下巴认真考虑了片刻，很快回应道：“你说的有道理。

这对于我而言的确是个不可多得的好机会。

利用好的话可以绕开基尔加丹的视线做成很多事情。

给，这是你想要的军团科技、魔法和一些远征军先锋的信息。

污染者阿克蒙德已经做好准备率领深渊领主玛诺洛斯和末日领主卡扎克等曾经参与上古之战的高级指挥官，随时穿过由天灾军团开启的传送门进入艾泽拉斯。

虽然不太清楚你究竟想要干什么，但我可以保证这个建立在南方荆棘谷的国度，绝对无法抵挡燃烧军团掀起的全面入侵。

别说是军团了，就连巫妖王的亡灵大军都能轻而易举将其摧毁。”

“我从未想过要靠这些凡人来抵挡恶魔或者亡灵，只是单纯利用信仰来确保自己与这个世界的连接。”

左思摆出一副满不在乎的样子，顺手从恐惧魔王手里接过一摞像是特质金属板一样的东西。

这是一种结合魔法与科技的加密信息存储方式，能够通过特殊的仪器和专用法术进行解读，每一块都可以记录下超过成千上万本专业性书籍的内容。

如果非要找一个比较相似接近的东西，应该就是大名鼎鼎的耐瑟瑞尔卷轴了。

要知道即便是以左思本人的智力水平和过目不忘的记忆力，至少也需要花费十几天乃至一个月的时间才能阅读完卷轴的其中一张，其存储的知识量可想而知。

相比之下，这些金属板虽然没有那么夸张，但存储容量同样也不容小觑。

而且材质与上边附着的邪能与暗影魔法充分证明了，它大概率是黑暗泰坦萨格拉斯传授给艾瑞达的知识与技术，其源头是泰坦万神殿那令人印象深刻的造物技术。

至于阅读信息的魔法，左思早就已经从玛尔加尼斯的记忆中获得，读取里边的内容就像吃饭喝水一样轻松。

短短几秒钟的功夫，他就大概搞清楚了金属板内存储的内容，同时暗自感叹这些恐惧魔王们还真是把燃烧军团跟渗透成了筛子，甚至能把一整套邪能科技树都给复制下来。

虽说没有萨格拉斯的帮助把像阿古斯那样孕育泰坦星魂的星球扭曲作为能量来源，一般势力根本玩不转邪能科技这样的高端玩意。

但这其中像是太空战舰、飞行要塞，还有一些超远距离传送门网络的搭建技术，以及那些邪能火炮、超大型构装体生物的设计图等等，还是能起到不少借鉴作用的。

更何况一旦吃透这些，就能轻松发现燃烧军团在排兵布阵方面暴露出来的弱点。

所以在为军团效力的这不知道多少万年时间里，恐惧魔王基本上连对方的底裤都给扒了个干净。

估计刨除无法确定萨格拉斯本人的实力，不管是基尔加丹还是阿克蒙德，其掌握的魔法、能力、性格和行事作风都被摸得一清二楚。

如此多的知识、技术和魔法，足够左思消化上一段时间的了。

“维持连接？”

玛尔加尼斯敏锐抓住了一个关键词。

不用问也知道，他一直都没有放弃调查眼前这个降临在人类身体里的强大意识究竟是什么东西，又来自什么地方。

左思无疑非常清楚眼前这个恐惧魔王在想什么，完全没有半点想要做出解释的意思，仅仅只是保持着神秘的微笑。

大概过了十几秒钟，当玛尔加尼斯意识到不可能再获得任何有用的信息，很快便开启传送门头也不回的离开了。

毕竟他可是真真切切被神器霜之哀伤砍了一刀，迫切需要找个地方先把伤养好。

等恐惧魔王走后，左思这才把手中的金属片收起来，望着窗外远处繁荣热闹的港口市场，用只有自己才能听到声音喃喃自语道：“看来最多再有一个月左右，阿尔萨斯就要以死亡骑士的身份归来，在洛丹伦的王都上演弑父的精彩戏码。

而亡灵天灾的崛起也意味着军团的入侵已经无法避免。

这个世界很快就要开始燃烧起来了呢。

下一步我究竟是应该在这里耐心等待结果，还是组建一支军队参与其中，甚至是出现在海加尔山的战场？ 对了，管理这条时间线的青铜龙怎么还没有出现？ 正常来说，像我这种已经开始大幅度影响历史走向的动作，应该早就引起对方的注意了才对。

该不会是管理这条时间线的青铜龙在跟永恒龙军团的交战中挂了吧？ 又或者这条时间线原本就是已经被放弃，或者受到永恒龙军团的掌控？”

由于青铜龙军团和永恒龙军团原本就是一体两面，而且相互之间分散在数不清的时间线上相互掐架，因此艾泽拉斯的时间和历史一直都充斥着混乱与各种无法解释的时间悖论。

左思也无法确定自己所处的艾泽拉斯究竟是主时间线，还是某个已经发生过重大变故但还没有展示出来的分岔时间线。

要知道在其中某个已知的时间线里，还出现了鱼人不小心穿越回古老的过去，并成功战胜其他种族成为最终的赢家这类离谱的事情。

甚至就连艾泽拉斯的名字都被改成了艾鱼拉斯，守护巨龙也变成了守护巨鱼，人类、巨魔、精灵、兽人等更是不复存在。

这也就意味着，在数不清的时间线里拥有无数种的可能。

比如说某个时间线里，黑暗之门开启后兽人摧枯拉朽般战胜了人类、精灵、侏儒和矮人的联军，成功征服整个东部大陆，然后跟大海另外一边卡利姆多的暗夜精灵、牛头人等本地种族开启了东西争霸的局面。

再比如说在某条时间线里，阿尔萨斯阴差阳错没能及时赶到斯坦索姆，等到的时候发现里边的居民已经全部变成僵尸和食尸鬼。

结果他并没有因为发动对平民的屠杀而遭到吉安娜、乌瑟尔的抛弃，反倒是率领洛丹伦人民奋起反抗抵挡住了亡灵大军的进攻，最终等战争结束之后从泰瑞纳斯国王手中接过王冠，做了一个真正国王。

但问题是，现如今整个东部王国都在按照主时间线的方向发展，丝毫没有半点出问题的迹象。

难道问题出现在卡利姆多大陆和暗夜精灵那边？

不用问也知道，搞了这么多事情青铜龙还没有出现，实在是让左思感觉非常的奇怪。

可他不知道的是，某位青铜龙小姐眼下正化身成为高等精灵的形态，站在“契约之城”耸立着自己雕像的宏伟广场上发呆，满脸都是震惊和难以置信的表情，同时嘴里不停念叨着：“完蛋了！这下子彻底完蛋了！ 我明明只是打了个盹，才过去不到几个月时间，荆棘谷怎么会突然冒出来一座这么大的城市？ 还有这个莫名其妙出现的契约之神又是怎么回事？

为什么我无法通过穿越回过去来对整条时间线进行纠正？

为何每次穿越都会因为莫名其妙的意外而导致修复失败？ 天哪！

我该怎么向克罗诺姆汇报？ 难道告诉她我因为睡觉错过了某些重要的信息，结果导致整条时间失控吗？

不，不行，我得赶紧想办法自己搞定。”

众所周知，巨龙这种拥有漫长生命的强大智慧生物都拥有睡懒觉的习惯。

尤其是掌控时间力量的青铜龙，由于掌握着在时间洪流中随意穿梭的能力，因此总是可以放心大胆的睡上几个月、几年、乃至几十年、上百年。

反正就算他们管理的时间线出现问题，也可以直接抵达相应的节点将问题纠正。

可现在，这条年轻的青铜龙突然发现自己百试百灵的方法居然失效了。

仿佛整条时间线被注入了某种更强大的力量，以至于完全超出她的掌控能力。

很显然，左思疯狂发展信仰并维系与艾泽拉斯之间联系的策略奏效了。

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)