In the Lordaeron area, Pit Lord Tichondrius, who was originally responsible for monitoring Lich King, found Arthas. He came to convey Lich King's oral message: Resurrection Kel'Thuzad!
Prince will re-dig up Kel'Thuzad's body and take him to Sunwell, Quel'Thalas's holy land, where Kel'Thuzad will be resurrected as a powerful Lich.
Arthas is now controlled by Frostmourne, and he absolutely obeys Lich King's orders.
But before taking action, Arthas first went to a small grave not far from the ruins of Lordaeron.
Buried here is a war horse, Arthas's favorite mount: Invincible.
Prince The grave was dug up, and the bones of the war horse lay quietly in the coffin. Prince raised Frostmourne and pointed the long sword at Invincible's bones.
"Resurrection, my partner, carry me once again and defeat all enemies."
The long sword shot out blue light, pouring into the horse's corpse.
Then, Invincible stood up again. It jumped out of the grave, and its black muscles were rapidly recovering on its bones. A pair of dark gray wings grew out on both sides of the war horse's body, and its eyes shone with ice-blue light.
Invincible recognized his master, Prince Your Highness. He brought the breathless horse's head close to Arthas and rubbed it affectionately a few times.
"Let's go, Invincible, just like in the past, take me with you and destroy all enemies who dare to resist me!"
Death Knight Arthas rode Invincible, leading the huge Undead Burning Legion on the journey to resurrect Kel'Thuzad.
His body was buried on the outskirts of Andorhal city, which is now called Western Plaguelands.
The endless Undead army devoured the city, and three former Paladin colleagues of Silver Hand died under Arthas's sword.
In an inconspicuous grave outside the city, Arthas dug up the body of Kel'Thuzad.
Just as he was about to leave and make his next plan, he suddenly felt that the number of Undead under his command was rapidly decreasing and becoming silent.
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Andorhal The meeting hall is now in dilapidated condition.
A human mage and a dwarf are struggling to resist the attacks of Undeads one after another.
"Xavius, it's my fault that you are going to die here today." Oscar waved Dustbringer and chopped down a Ghouls that rushed in.
The human mage known as Xavius laughed a few times and released a Arcane Barrage fiercely, killing the zombies at the door to pieces.
"I am the son of Ashen Lord. It is the highest honor to die fighting against evil! Come on! You dirty and disgusting Undeads! Come again!"
At this time, the two saw a knight riding a giant black horse slowly approaching in the distance.
"Arthas..." Oscar gritted his teeth and stared at the Death Knight.
Prince also looked coldly at the two resisting people, waved Frostmourne, and the huge Flesh Giant behind him roared and rushed over.
Xavius calmly watched Flesh Giant getting closer and closer with Ghouls like a tide.
"Oscar, take the first step. My adventure seems to have officially ended today."
After that, the human mage floated up, and the Arcane energy all over his body began to flow unsteadily. This is a suicide skill he learned in class Suramar: Arcane Explosion.
"I! I am the son of Mograine! The blood of Ashen Lord flows in my body! Let's go to hell together! Arthas!!!"
Xavius was like a Arcane bomb, flashing with violent purple light and rushing towards the Undead army like a cannonball.
boom!!!
A violent explosion sounded, and the purple Arcane energy wiped one-third of the Andorhal city to the ground.
Arthas raised Frostmourne, and the blue light formed a shield, which withstood the final blow of Xavius's self-destruction. But the Undead army suffered heavy losses, especially the rare Flesh Giant, which had all been blown into countless pieces of meat.
Oscar turned around and stabbed to death the black goat that had been with him for a long time, and then killed the fat maggot Mr. Fat Maggot that had been with him for a long time and had deep feelings for him. Then he watched calmly as the remaining Undead continued to rush towards him.
Dustbringer kept turning up and down in his hands, bringing up piles of minced meat and limbs.
"I... am Oscar." The dwarf cut off the head of a Ghouls.
"I... am Fiery Landlord." His back was scratched to pieces by another Ghouls.
Oscar retreated to the deepest part of the hall, kneeling on the ground and wearing rough clothes.
"I... am a dwarf adventurer... I... will never bow my head!"
The dwarf used his last strength to rush towards the Ghouls group, and immediately more than a dozen Ghouls died under the dagger blade of Dustbringer.
Suddenly he suddenly froze, and a Ghouls sharp claw penetrated his chest.
Dustbringer fell to the ground with a clang.
Oscar fell to the floor. He thought of the snow-capped mountains in his hometown Dun Morogh, of the spirits in the Cold Stone Hotel, and of Ironforge's big forge that never went out.
I thought of my somewhat frustrating, somewhat magical, and somewhat great adventure,
"It's over..."
"I am Oscar* Flash Diamond... I... will never bow my head..."
Arthas looked at the dwarf's body quietly. This dwarf and the human mage who had turned into ashes had caused Scourge Legion the first loss that could be described as traumatic.
He raised Frostmourne and pointed at the dwarf corpse.
"Rise up, stand up again, and serve your new master."
Ice blue light poured into Oscar's body, and the dwarf's body shook violently.
He opened his eyes suddenly, and there was a blue light.
Scourge Legion, there is one more dwarf Death Knight.
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Kalimdor, Ashenvale area, Demon Fall Canyon.
Grom*Hellscream roared angrily.
His Majesty the Divine Emperor told him that a demon secretly came to Azeroth. And you are very familiar with this powerful demon, and now he wants to contaminate Orcs with his own blood again.
The battle of your destiny is here.
Iron Horde and Orcs of New Horde surrounded the canyon. At this moment, they were standing quietly on the valley or at the entrance, looking at Grom*Hellscream and the Abyssal Lord, Mannoroth the Destroyer in the middle open space.
Kargath*Blade Fist began to beat the black armor on his chest with his hand blade.
Durotan and Orgrim raised their weapons high and roared loudly.
Thrall stood beside them, a little nervous, staring closely at the long-famous hero in Orcs, now the bloody Death Knight.
Black Dragon Riderss are also hovering in the sky, looking at their commander on the ground.
"Ma! Nuo! Luo! Si!!!" Grom roared, and blood-red energy flowed from the Gorehowl in his hand.
Orcs started to move towards Abyssal Lord Charge, and a bone shield appeared around the body.
"Orcs will never be slaves!!!"
The roar of hell echoed in Ashenvale.
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