Kel'Thuzad's burial grounds are well hidden, nestled among withered branches and decaying leaves, beneath black sludge.
Approaching Kel'Thuzad's tomb, Robbie drew near the coffin he had buried himself a few days earlier and clearly sensed an unusual power emanating from the ground; it seemed there were two sleeping corpses.
Despite failing in his attempt to ascend to the Lich, Kel'Thuzad's soul was sealed within his corpse, but the Archmage never gave up, fighting with all his might against the injustice of Destiny.
Arthas also sensed this power.
"Even without my help, Kel'Thuzad will surely break free from the shackles of death within three years and rise from his grave in a completely new form—perhaps Lich, or perhaps something different from an ordinary Lich. It would be a truly remarkable miracle. But now, he is calling for me; he needs my help."
Arthas brandished Frostmourne, channeling the power of the dead into the earth.
Hidden deep underground, the skeletons lying in the coffin absorb the Power of the Dead. The temperature nearby is dropping, and Frost is beginning to form. Restless Souls whisper in one's ear, for a Great Lich is about to be born.
Bang!
The ground cracked open, a cloud of dust settled, and a skeletal skeleton, exuding an aura of Frost, crawled out from the ground. Its jawbone opened and closed, exhaling Frost, and its bones were crystal clear, covered with Runes. This was a typical Lich.
Standing to the side was a human figure, at least judging from its appearance, around thirty years old. Its eyes remained closed, and it was still wearing the black robe it had worn before burial. The air smelled of earth. It opened its mouth, trying to make a sound, and after several failed attempts, gradually managed to utter fluent sentences:
"Don't be surprised, this is some kind of accidental Metamorphosis. In fact, I don't know if I can still be considered human, or if I should belong to the category of pure magical creations. I made some dangerous attempts, and before I died, I swallowed a small amount of the flesh and blood of Old Gods, creating myself in my spiritual world, and that's how I became what I am now. The eyes are really too complex; I need some time."
Kel'Thuzad, with his eyes closed, now has two bodies: a Frost skeleton and a humanoid form, unlike a typical flesh and blood body.
He changed into a thick black robe to make himself inconspicuous, quickly left Andorhal, entered the Undead army, and hid among a group of Liches, letting the skeleton follow behind Arthas.
Robbie observed Kel'Thuzad with astonishment. This world held too many secrets, and Kel'Thuzad had undoubtedly touched upon some forbidden territory.
Arthas immediately consulted Kel'Thuzad about the resurrection of the Undead. Kel'Thuzad was prepared and quickly shared his thoughts, which coincided with Robbie's plan.
"This is a path that no one has tried before. It requires a strong team and a laboratory. Only through continuous attempts, experiments, and analysis of various forces can we possibly succeed. I suggest starting with the Sunwell."
Arthas snapped out of his reverie and murmured, "Quel'Thalas, the golden land of the Elves?"
Kel'Thuzad nodded:
"The Sunwell of the High Elves holds immense power. I don't know much about it, but I've heard rumors that Elf Priests have attempted resurrection through the Sunwell."
Led by Thrall, the Orcs fled towards Quel'Thalas. Kel'Thuzad needed to study the power of the Sunwell; perhaps this was a twist of Destiny.
Arthas rode forward, intentionally or unintentionally approaching a small funeral procession.
Paladins in armor stood in neat rows, with Uther the Lightbringer in the center, holding an urn of ashes in his arms.
Arthas stopped Invincible and silently gazed at Uther.
Uther was also looking at Arthas.
"Arthas, you're still as straightforward as ever. A fake funeral and a fake urn are enough to lure you here." Uther laughed triumphantly as he opened the urn and emptied out the dust.
More and more fully armed Paladins gathered around, surrounding Arthas, Robbie, and the newly resurrected Lich. Clearly, this was a trap.
Arthas remained silent, only raising Frostmourne.
Frostmourne awakened the Undead of Andorhal, and more and more Undead gathered, surrounding the Paladin instead.
Unlike the fearful Paladins, Uther's eyes gleamed with greed; this was the power he needed.
Robbie sensed Arthas's anger. Although he was trying his best to restrain himself, it was like a volcano that was being suppressed, and once it erupted, it would be earth-shattering.
When King Terenas was killed by Thrall, Arthas was not powerful enough to retrieve his father's Corpse. He could only watch helplessly as the Orcs trampled on his father's Corpse, a pain that remained in his heart.
Now Uther is using this against Arthas, Arthas is already plotting to kill him.
The fall from sorrow to despair can happen in an instant.
"Prince Highness, you must restrain yourself. Very well, step back and give me Frostmourne."
Arthas hesitated for a moment. The only person he could trust was Robbie. The two exchanged weapons, Arthas silently stepped back, hiding behind the Lich, staring at the ground without saying a word.
Robbie carried the massive Frostmourne. Although he lacked Arthas's special bloodline and couldn't unleash Frostmourne full power, it was more than enough to deal with Uther.
"Uther, I'm afraid you'll be disappointed. Your plan has failed. The Dreadlord has fooled you. The soldiers you painstakingly gathered will all perish in Andorhal, dying a humiliating death under the crushing weight of the mighty Scourge."
Uther laughed heartily, and said smugly:
"I am the great Lightbringer, who fed an entire generation of young men of Lordaeron to the Orcs. These soldiers are nothing to me; they are as worthless as lowly dust."
Uther casually revealed his true feelings, and the Paladins present immediately turned ashen-faced.
"To die for the great Lightbringer is the only bright spot in your humble lives." Uther's armor shone brightly, and his Aura of Courage rapidly expanded, covering almost half of Andorhal.
The Paladins gained courage, no longer fearing sacrifice, and dared to foolishly throw themselves to their deaths.
This gave Uther a chance to escape, something he had done countless times before.
Robbie spurred his horse forward, Frostmourne, as solid as a door panel, gently twitched. Two cracks appeared in Uther's golden armor, and it fell off his body, his Aura of Courage vanishing.
"Uther, do you dare repeat what you just said?" Robbie sneered coldly.
"You!"
Robbie displayed power far beyond Uther's expectations; he could only pray for the Holy Light.
"Great Holy Light, grant me your power to destroy the Evil before me."
Robbie simply laid Frostmourne flat, and due to the interference of the Power of the Dead, Uther's prayer failed to reach the Naaru, and nothing happened.
"Look, Uther, the Holy Light has abandoned you."
Robbie surveyed the Paladins around him. Many of them were young, around the same age as Arthas and Paladin Robbie. Looking at their youthful faces, Robbie pointed at Uther and shouted:
"The Lightbringer has long lost the favor of the Holy Light; he is a wicked fraudster. Are you still willing to serve him?"