Beneath the Frozen Throne, deep within the permafrost, stands a magnificent structure resembling the Dark Portal —the entrance to New World.
The Scourge Army were not the first inhabitants to enter the New World. The Night Elf race, who should have died in the Battle of Mount Hyjal during the Night of Infernal, were rescued and entered the New World first. Under the leadership of Valstann Fandral Staghelm, son of Fandral Staghelm, they successfully established themselves in the New World.
This is a beautiful world with vast forests and grasslands, a misty atmosphere, and azure oceans, with a warm and pleasant climate, but it also harbors hidden dangers.
The New World has only one moon, which shines with a silvery glow at night. Interestingly, the moon can also be seen during the day, but its color has changed, constantly emitting a mysterious purple light.
According to Valstann Fandral Staghelm's research, these lights are terrifying magic.
The moon of the New World pours its magic upon the earth day and night.
Strangely, however, there were no Magical Creatures on the planet's surface.
After the entrance to the New World opened, the entire Scourge ascended the mountain-like spine— the Scourge's war machines—and entered the New World by segment, like earthworms burrowing into a hole.
Robbie came to say goodbye to Arthas. Arthas was incredibly old, his deep wrinkles resembling the bark of an old tree, but he was still full of energy. He said with some concern:
"The Night Elves have lived in the New World for several years without encountering any danger, but we cannot let our guard down. The Elves live in the forests, integrated with them, and have not damaged the natural environment, so they will not cause hostility towards the New World."
Robbie felt this deeply and shared some concerns, realizing that humans, unlike Night Elves, would never learn to live in harmony with nature.
Human civilization arose from the destruction of nature.
Species extinction, river Corruption, forest disappearance, grassland degradation, and city construction—all these are changing the world.
Arthas gazed longingly at the frozen earth above him, and said to himself with a touch of self-deprecation:
"If they can't survive in the New World, and Azeroth rejects the Scourge, they won't be able to return. They'll be forced to wander between stars like the Draenei."
Robbie took a deep breath and voiced his thoughts, which had been brewing in Robbie mind during the battle with the Blue Child's World Soul:
"Arthas, have you ever considered that your insistence on resurrecting the Scourge as humans might be a mistake, driven by your own selfish obsession?"
"Why would you think such a thing!" Arthas stared blankly at Robbie: "You know, this is a debt my father owed to the people of Lordaeron, a debt I should repay."
"But you should think about the Scourge."
Robbie retorted loudly:
"The Scourge is so powerful now, they've long since adapted to this kind of life. If they were to return to being weak humans, struggling to survive and fighting over beautiful women, bound by their fragile bodies, they would turn to dust a hundred years from now. Do you think they would want that?"
Arthas remained silent.
Undead creatures rely on dark magic to sustain their decaying bodies. Freed from the troubles of a physical body, they possess magical talents far superior to humans. They are agile, quick-witted, and as long as their magic is sufficient, they will not experience hunger, fatigue, or Sleep.
Seeing that Arthas was moved, Robbie continued:
"The Blue Child's World Soul gave me a hint: the Undead can also be considered a path of human evolution. As long as the problem of procreation is solved, it's not impossible to live like this."
"I have no idea!"
Arthas's expression was conflicted, and after a long pause, he said:
"Regarding this matter, I will solicit everyone's opinions and adopt a voluntary approach, but I will not abandon my research on the transformation of the Undead into humans."
Robbie then offered his second idea. "I have a plan for establishing a foothold in the New World. How about building underground cities Undead don't have to live in the sunlight?"
"Great idea!" Arthas clapped his hands in approval. "This way, we can hide ourselves and minimize the hostility of the New World."
All the war machines entered the New World. Arthas was among the last to leave. He took one last deep look at the Azeroth and entered the gates of the New World.
Through the Portal between worlds, Robbie saw a dense, dark mass of people, countless eyes fixed on the departing Azeroth, wanting to capture this scene forever.
Arthas's aged face changed rapidly; the wrinkles disappeared, his dim eyes shone, and his dry hair regained its shine.
Just like when the two first met, that handsome blond Prince of Lordaeron.
As the Portal slowly closed, Arthas waved goodbye to Robbie:
Goodbye, my friends, my family. Robbie, please take care of my sister if possible. Goodbye, my homeland, beautiful Azeroth.
Of the Scourge, only Kel'Thuzad remained to help with technical issues. For unknown reasons, Kel'Thuzad was not ostracized by Azeroth.
Robbie stepped onto the Frozen Throne. The once bustling and lively Icecrown Citadel became empty and quiet. The tall and majestic buildings, the magnificent porticoes, and the solid stone pillars seemed to tell the story of its past glory.
The Scourge Army's main force has withdrawn, but the forces remaining in this world are still not to be underestimated. The number of low-level Ghouls, Abominations, and other Scourge minions produced on the Flowing Water is almost countless.
The remains of the Scourge Generals, Metamorphosis from their previous forms, all survived under the influence of magic.
This remains a massive force capable of sweeping across the land.
Kel'Thuzad was extremely busy, pacifying the Scourge's minions scattered across the land and ordering them to lie low, hidden beneath the frozen ground of Northrend.
The soul of a single rabbit can create a thousand Ghouls; heaven knows how many such low-level Undead exist in Northrend.
The Scourge had just withdrawn from this world, and Robbie ran into trouble as soon as the news spread.
Not long ago, Kites led an army of 50,000 to attack the Zul'Drak Empire, but because the Horde cut off their supplies, they were on the verge of starvation.
Under Robbie's covert guidance, 10,000 soldiers who were in charge of the rear guard entered Zul'Drak Fortress, while the remaining 40,000 soldiers entered the Scourge Necropolis of Drakuru.
Later, the two armies merged into one, and 50,000 soldiers marched to Fordragon Fortress. Duke Bolvar allowed them to camp in the fortress. Unlike the self-sufficient Fordragon Legion, these 50,000 soldiers all relied on the Scourge for supplies.
Hearing that the Scourge's main force had left this world, the 50,000 soldiers were filled with anxiety. Many soldiers protested, citing their longing for their loved ones, and wanted to return to Kingdom of Stormwind. Even Duke Bolvar's personal persuasion was to no avail.
Robbie was both amused and exasperated, suddenly feeling like his Hozen.
Robbie had already made arrangements for the Fordragon Legion and its 50,000 soldiers. Once the Scourge had established itself sufficiently in the New World, he would open the Portal a second time, allowing human civilization to continue in the New World.
Robbie knew that forcing them to stay would be pointless, so he gave the order that the 50,000 soldiers could decide for themselves whether to stay or leave.