"Hahaha," Varimathus laughed. "Jann, we've noticed your little tricks for a long time. I'm afraid you're the one who hates Arthas and the Lich King the most. Now the time for revenge you've been waiting for has arrived."
Deseroc echoed, "The Lich King is losing his power, and Arthas's power is linked to the Lich King and is fading together. They can no longer control the Scourge."
"So, you chose me."
Balnazzar said, "Indeed, Kel'Thuzad is loyal and it would be almost impossible for him to betray us, but as for you..."
The soul fire in James' eyes suddenly fluctuated violently: "You are right, I have never forgotten what he did to me. He made me lose everything I once had. Now revenge is the only thing I have left."
Varimathras said, "That's exactly why we need you, Jaan. We have a brilliant plan..."
After a while, Jaime mounted his skeletal warhorse and turned away, and the three dreadlords began discussing again.
Balnazzar: "I do not trust him. He and his death knights are still loyal to their race."
Varimathras: "Don't be picky. His power is immense, and he shares a deep hatred for the Lich King. That's more than enough to carry out our plan."
Deserok: "I agree with Varimathras, and I don't think he and the other death knights will betray us. You know, neither humans nor elves will accept them as resurrected again."
Balnazar gave his final verdict: "In that case, the plan will proceed as planned."
The next morning, in the Royal Palace of Lordaeron, Arthas was discussing the journey north with Kel'Thuzad.
Kel'Thuzad: "You mean to say that you feel your power draining away, my lord?"
Arthas nodded. "Indeed, I can no longer control my troops. If I don't march north quickly, everything will be over."
Kel'Thuzad said respectfully, "Your Majesty, I have made all the preparations for you. The fleet is waiting to depart at the western port."
Arthas was very satisfied: "That's good. While I'm away, I'll leave the country to you."
At that moment, a teleportation spell flashed, and three dreadlords appeared at the door. Deseroc sneered, "I'm so sorry, King Arthas, I'm afraid you can't go anywhere."
As soon as he finished speaking, Deserok made a gesture and a large number of undead rushed out from behind him...
An hour later, after several waves of battles, Arthas escaped from Lordaeron City. The three dreadlords seized control of a large part of the Scourge army. Although Arthas broke out of the siege with his superb strength, he suffered heavy casualties among the soldiers around him and his strength was no longer at its peak.
In a forest, Arthas stopped moving forward, looked at the figure that appeared before him, and sneered: "Zhan En, my Lord of Death, I didn't expect that even you would betray me."
Jaime said in a deep voice: "That's it, Arthas. You need to pay for the deaths of my family, my brothers, and my people!"
Arthas laughed even more heartily. "Don't be sad, Lord Sean. You have to let go of your burdens and move on. After all, this has given you unlimited time and so much fun to enjoy. Oh, wait...it seems there's nothing left. Even your cherished little fiancée has become someone else's plaything."
"You are right, Arthas." Jaime was not enraged, but his expression grew sadder. He slowly drew his rune sword and walked towards Arthas. Runes on the sword lit up one after another. "You have taken away everything I cherish. Now all I have left is the rage for revenge."
"Ha," Arthas laughed grimly, and he also drew Frostmourne and rushed forward. Pale white skeletal shadows surrounded him, and he said sarcastically: "I think you are a little confused by your anger, Earl Sean. You actually want to use the power I taught you to resist me? It's time for Frostmourne to have another feast!"
"My greatest reliance has never been the power of frost and death!"
Jaime said coldly, then he grasped the sword with both hands, exerted force with his legs, and rushed towards Arthas like an arrow.
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