In the corrupted lands south of Durotar, the Chen Stormstout stumble and wander aimlessly.
Khadgar's Plague took effect within him, Undead while the other half remained alive.
His lower body was nothing but bones, and sharp bone claws, as sharp as daggers, grew from his feet.
The upper body is in the form of Pandaren, with a round and plump body, showing the affluence one would have had as a living person.
Occasionally, Chen Stormstout, would return, and he would hear whispers around him.
"This is the Warchief of the Horde, the Savior of Azeroth, how did he end up like this?"
"He became Thrall's favorite by betraying the Pandaren; Pandaria's greatest traitor."
"This treacherous villain has actually become a great hero and a great man of Azeroth."
"Holy Light, thank you for punishing this damned villain."
Only the sounds of conversation could be heard, but no one could be seen; it was as if countless Stealth were lurking all around.
After a brief moment of clarity, Chen Stormstout, once again descended into chaos.
Robbie and Kel'Thuzad have been following Chen Stormstout for some time now.
Kel'Thuzad carefully analyzed the Plague within Chen Stormstout's body and cautiously stated:
"Khadgar's Plague is ineffective against Pandaren; he'll die in less than seven days."
Robbie watched his retreating figure, plotting something in his mind:
"Back then, Arthas was rejected by Azeroth, and the Scourge had to withdraw from this world. We must learn from this lesson; we need a puppet."
Kel'Thuzad stroked his chin:
"Indeed, Chen Stormstout is a very good puppet. The former Warchief Horde become the leader of the New Scourge. The Army of the Light needs to take responsibility for this. I will now implant a new Plague in him to ensure he doesn't die."
Robbie smiled faintly, "We have to make up a story that fits his identity."
The story of Arthas killing his father is known to everyone in Azeroth.
Robbie decides to direct an equally absurd story.
Kel'Thuzad implanted several bones into the body of the Chen Stormstout and instilled a new Plague.
Chen Stormstout's once chubby figure became thin, and his lower body was gradually covered by dried flesh, making him look somewhat like a living person.
After the Kobolds were ravaged by the Plague, the Ethereal Christina suffered enormous losses and could no longer acquire Kobolds at will.
After Osaid led the Kobolds to occupy Azshara Rustwater Port, there was no need to trade with Christina.
Christina was furious, but there was nothing she could do. Having tasted success, she was unwilling to give up and sent her subordinates to look for opportunities.
That day, a subordinate came to report that something unusual had been discovered in Durotar.
Christina's stealth ship hovered above Razor Hill, where a bone Altar was built high up on the mountain.
A black bone sword was stuck in the Altar, and a Pandaren stood before him, none other than Chen Stormstout, motionless like a statue.
Christina observed from afar using magic; mysterious symbols were engraved on the black bone sword.
"Why does it feel so familiar?" Christina had done her homework on the history of Azeroth and found relevant information.
"The Runes on this sword are somewhat similar to those of Frostmourne. Could this sword be related to Frostmourne?"
The renowned Frostmourne, commanding the death army of Azeroth, is something that Christina, an Ethereal being, also yearns for.
After carefully observing her surroundings and confirming that there were no traps, Christina decided to give it a try.
She ascended the Altar of bones, first staring at Chen Stormstout.
"The noble Warchief the Horde, the Savior of Azeroth, has become Undead. The Age of Holy Light is truly a turbulent time."
Christina carefully examined the black ancient sword. Although the Runes on the blade were obscure and difficult to understand, they did not flow with any power and were merely decorations.
"Ha, I can't believe I'm attracted to something like this."
Christina found it boring and turned to leave.
Suddenly, the black ancient sword hummed and flew off the Altar, landing in Chen Stormstout's hand.
With a series of clanking sounds, Chen Stormstout moved, holding a black ancient sword, and respectfully bowed to Christina.
"Thank you, guest from another world. You helped me obtain the Black Sword of Frost and granted us power."
Christina wanted to roll her eyes, but being Ethereal, she couldn't. She muttered something like:
"Baffling."
They then departed in a spaceship.
Before long, explosive news spread throughout Azeroth.
The Consortium resurrected Chen Stormstout at Razor Hill, bestowed upon him the Black Sword of Frost, and left behind Plague even more powerful than the Scourge.
A new Lich King, Chen Stormstout, has been born, Legendary a hundred times more powerful than Arthas.
Because he wields the Black Sword of Frost, he calls himself the Dark Emperor.
After the Dark Emperor awakened, he used the Black Sword of Frost to summon countless Undead. The area south of Razor Hill became the home of the Undead, and the Barrens.
Major media outlets in Azeroth rushed to report the story, accompanied by a photo of Chen Stormstout bowing to Christina as evidence.
When this news spread, the people of Azeroth were filled with unease. The Horde Warchief had become the leader of the Scourge.
What kind of landscape and changes will the rise of the New Scourge bring to Azeroth?
Will Azeroth be destroyed by the New Scourge?
As for Chen Stormstout, the person involved, he was completely unaware of the situation.
A black mist shrouded the highest peak of Razor Hill.
At the summit of the mountain, a colossal throne was constructed from jet-black bones.
Chen Stormstout regained his senses and found himself sitting on a throne, holding a black bone sword.
At this moment, he realized that he was Undead, and that he was already quite lucky to remain conscious.
Unfortunately, he was unable to move; his lower body was fused with the throne.
Chen Stormstout struggled desperately, but to no avail, and had no choice but to give up.
A row of Gargoyles stood on the railing below the throne, while Ghouls scurried around nearby.
Chen Stormstout called out to a Ghoul and asked:
"Please tell me why I am trapped, and who has imprisoned me?"
The Ghoul scratched his head and said respectfully:
"You are the new Lich King, the Dark Emperor, the leader of the New Scourge."
"What leader is bound to the throne and unable to move?" Chen Stormstout.
The Ghoul said with good reason, "Arthas has sat on the Frozen Throne for six whole years without moving. I guess the Lich King will have to go through this test."
"What? Six years?" Chen Stormstout, who only wanted to die, shouted, "Who is it? Who did this? Come out and see me, Ghoul! Call your master!"
The Ghoul replied honestly, "In my previous life, I was just a Tauren, resurrected by your Black Sword of Frost. I have no master."
"What the hell? Why did they make me the Lich King?" Chen Stormstout felt wronged.
"They say there must be a Lich King," the Ghoul answered honestly.
Chen Stormstout thought for a moment, "Since I am the Lich King, will you obey my orders?"
The Ghoul immediately shook his head. "According to the rules of the New Scourge, I only obey the orders of the centurion. You cannot relay orders to your superiors."
"So I was just a puppet." Chen Stormstout finally understood his predicament.
Haramad, the leader of the Consortium and a tycoon from the Astral Realm, boarded Christina's ship and said with regret:
"Christina, how could you be so foolish? Don't you know that spreading Plague is a grave taboo in interstellar travel?"