Go check over there, see what happened.
Robbie looked in the direction Arthas pointed and saw that in the two blocks near the Royal Palace, several houses had collapsed, and there was a large area of rubble on the ground. Even a corner of the Royal Palace had been severely affected.
Even after more than ten days, Robbie could still feel the Arcane energy emanating from his surroundings.
Analysis suggests that a fierce magical duel took place here some time ago.
Arthas closed his eyes, and after a long while, he slowly opened them, his face filled with surprise:
"A Restless Souls told me that two Archmages fought here. He recognized one as the Guardian Medivh and the other as a mysterious mage in black robes. Medivh was no match for the mysterious black-robed mage."
Robbie thought to himself, it seems Weldon Barov wasn't lying, Medivh and Kel'Thuzad did indeed have a major battle here, probably before the massacre in Brill.
"Who is the mysterious black-robed mage? If we could find him..."
Arthas's eyes shone brightly, his fists clenched, and his face radiated hope.
"Prince Highness," Robbie quickly reminded him, not wanting Arthas to suffer a tragic Destiny, "Even if someone can defeat the Guardians, with the power we possess, we are still powerless to change the situation in Lordaeron."
"That's right, that's right! I'm going to be the King of Adventure!"
Arthas laughed heartlessly, but his eyes held even greater sorrow.
After the tragic death of Orgrimmar, the Orcs chieftain, Robbie felt that Arthas had fulfilled his duty to Lordaeron. History could not be changed, Frostmourne would surely find a master, and the one who would bear the tragedy could be any other Arthas.
Moreover, only Robbie himself can uncover the Guardians ' secrets. The Infinite Dragonflight has warned that anyone who tries to learn the Guardians' secrets, except for Robbie, who was chosen by Destiny, will be ostracized by Azeroth and Destiny a tragic fate.
Robbie thought of Kel'Thuzad, who was perhaps the best example of this.
As an Archmage of Dalaran, his Destiny was tumultuous and filled with misfortune and sorrow. He suffered hardships in life, met a violent death, and was even slandered and cursed by thousands after his death. Could anything be more tragic?
The Royal Palace Lordaeron seemed undefended; the drowsy Guards lay sprawled against the walls, oblivious to Robbie and Arthas, the two unexpected intruders. The heavy drawbridge, which had been lowered sometime during the day, had never been able to be raised again.
Arthas strode across the suspension bridge, then suddenly unhooked his hood and glanced up.
The movement was so skillful and natural, as if it had been done countless times.
Robbie stared at Arthas in astonishment, his heart filled with shock.
In the animation where Arthas reclaims Frostmourne and kills his father, Arthas also looks up in the same way, except that in that scene there are rose petals falling everywhere and a crowd cheering enthusiastically.
"I'll tell you a secret, Robbie," Arthas whispered.
"From here you can see the balcony of the Throne Room. My father had a habit of always placing a pot of flowers on the balcony to represent his mood: red roses for joy, golden magnolias for celebration, and white jasmine for sadness or sorrow."
Robbie looked in the direction Arthas had pointed and could see a pot of black tulips on the balcony in the distance.
What do black tulips represent?
Arthas paused, then sighed, "Despair."
The two continued onward, passing through the half-open doors of the Throne Room. King Terenas and the Court Mages Kilwinter were discussing matters in hushed tones when they suddenly saw Arthas striding towards them, both of them looking surprised.
Like any loving father, King Terenas smiled with joy upon seeing his only son return.
"Ah, my son. I'm so happy to see you back safe and sound," Terenas said excitedly, as he stood up unsteadily. He was in poor health, his hair was even grayer, and his dim eyes were filled with despair.
Arthas and his father shared a deep bond, never bound by formalities. Arthas rushed forward and grasped his father's arm. The two men locked eyes; Arthas saw his father's regret and despair, while Terenas saw the Prince's loyalty and faith in the kingdom.
"Father, I must return; the Kingdom of Lordaeron needs me."
Hearing Arthas say this, Robbie, though prepared, still let out a small sigh.
He sympathized with and understood Arthas. The horrific tragedies, hypocrisy, and betrayal he witnessed along the way deeply touched the Prince's heart, making it difficult for him to relinquish his responsibilities.
Terenas shook his head, looking exhausted, and said:
"Listen, child, this land has fallen! Shadows have descended, despair has enveloped everything, and nothing you do can stop it. Run away quickly, as far away as possible, hide your identity, and don't let the Guardians find you."
"Father, shouldn't our House Menethil, who protect Lordaeron, live and die with our nation?" Arthas said Steadfast, with an unwavering determination. Robbie could tell that he was prepared to sacrifice himself for Lordaeron.
When grief overwhelms everything, death becomes less frightening, perhaps even a relief.
"I have ruled this land for fifty years, and I do not wish to see it turn to dust."
King Terenas, his eyes filled with tears, said in a hoarse voice:
"My child, fearless sacrifice is meaningless. Death is easy; living is the hardest. You must shoulder the burden of survival. You must learn to endure and accumulate your strength. You must make the murderers pay a bloody price. The day of revenge will come, for your father, for the House Menethil, for Lordaeron."
"And for Azeroth as well," Robbie added quietly.
Arthas sighed deeply, "But Father, I see no hope of revenge."
"You will wait, my son, Arthas," King Terenas said confidently.
An old father's fervent hopes for his son led him to find every reason to persuade him to continue living.
Suddenly realizing something, Kilwinter stepped forward and hurriedly said, "Your King, His Highness the Prince needs to hide. Uther is coming soon, and if he sees His Prince fleeing his territory, it will likely cause trouble again."
Uther.
King Terenas looked fearful and panicked slightly. "Yes, yes, we can't let Uther see Arthas! Child, you quickly get into the palace and hide! Oh no, it's too late! The study in the back!"
Bang!
A loud bang shook the Royal Palace, as if it had experienced a small earthquake.
Uther's hammer is called Earthshaker, an incredibly heavy giant hammer. As the leader of the Order of the Silver Hand, Uther is relatively respectful and does not bring his weapon when he meets the King.
Robbie and Arthas quickly hid in the study behind the Throne Room. With a burst of hearty laughter, Uther appeared at the entrance of the Throne Room.
"Haha, my old friend, Terenas, I'm glad to see you still alive. You should become Undead, my old friend. I've heard that the Undead don't feel regret, sadness, grief, or despair."
Uther, in his sixties, wore a suit of gleaming gold armor. His brown hair was slightly graying, and he had a short beard. His eyes, weathered by time, were wise and bright, but at this moment they were filled with mockery.
Looking at his old friend of many years, Terenas recalled a past event.
That year, King Terenas was troubled by the issue of abolishing or establishing the Orcs internment camp. He wavered between ambition and reason, hesitating whether or not to kill the Orcs, so he consulted with Uther person he trusted most.