Marching Through the Ashes

Ice Trolls who participated in the burning of the ship was slaughtered. Arthas used the wit that he did not have when Stratholme was bloodbathed, and successfully stopped his father. Terenas recalled the army, and then ordered the army to stay in place, while he and Ironforge's Dwarves ran into the wind and snow.🎈💛  💜🔥

In the mountains of Northrend Howling Fjord, Arthas finally successfully found the artifact placed on the pedestal, a rune sword frozen in ice. His name was Frostmourne. Arthas made a promise at the cost of his own soul, and the rune sword exploded as if in response to him.

The exploding ice cube injured Bronzebeard Dwarves who was accompanying Arthas Muradin, he used to be Arthas's swordsmanship instructor and friend, but Arthas ignored this friend. He was attracted by Frostmourne, threw away the warhammer he got as Paladin, stepped forward to pull up the rune sword, and left here without looking back.

After returning to the camp, Arthas led his army to attack the Undead troops in the wind and snow, and then successfully defeated them, and blocked what he thought was the source of Scourge in a mountain col: Nathrezim Mal'Ganis from the Burning Legion.

Nathrezim is also called Dreadlords. They are a kind of high-level demons who are good at scheming. They are the initiators and executors of Arthas's corruption plan. However, they did not expect that Arthas, who fell according to their own plan, would show no mercy when attacking them.

After Arthas killed Mal'Ganis neatly, he looked at the long sword in his hand. He felt like he was waking up from a big dream. Then he went crazy, abandoned his army, ran into the wind and snow with the long sword, and waited a few days before returning to the camp. He had taken off his original armor and put on a set of skull armor, and his blond hair had turned pale.

Wearing brand new armor, Arthas attacked his army. His guards Falric, Marwyn and Thassarian fell at his feet one by one, and then stood up again one by one. Finally, he resurrected everyone and took them back to Lordaeron.

Accompanied by Lordaeron City's flowers and bells, Arthas led his men into the capital, and stood in front of the throne in the royal chamber. He pulled out his long sword and kowtowed before it. His mind was clear, and he recalled the conversation he had with an old friend when he was a child.

"Tell me about it! Varian."

"I really don't want to say it, Arthas."

"If you don't want to say it, forget it." The young Arthas still had blond hair. Looking at the black-haired children Varian·Wrynn who had fled here from the south, he felt that his request was a bit unreasonable.

"Then let me tell you! It was like a nightmare. I, I saw that female orc with my own eyes. She stabbed my father's chest with a dagger, and then took out his heart." The young Varian Wrynn followed Sir Lothar to seek refuge in the city of Lordaeron because Stormwind City was destroyed by the orcs. He was afraid of offending the prince of Lordaeron, so he could only hold back his tears and tell the story.

"The Light! Varian, I'm so sorry." Arthas looked at the sad Varian and couldn't help but cover his mouth. Although he was still young, he comforted his friend with words, but deep down he was very curious about what it would be like to have his heart taken out of his chest.

"You don't have to sacrifice yourself for your people anymore, I have arranged everything..." The voice in his ear recalled Arthas's consciousness. He raised his head and looked at his old father who stood up from the throne. His back was already bent, and his gray hair was not as shiny as before. It's time!

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Arthas stood up, then carried Frostmourne and walked step by step towards his father in front of the throne. Behind him, Falric and Marwyn, who followed the secret room together, also picked up their weapons and began to walk towards the royal guards next to them.

"My son, what are you doing?" Terenas looked at his son who was approaching him with his sword step by step, and subconsciously took two steps back, his voice full of surprise.

"Inherit your throne, father." Arthas grabbed his father's skinned arm, a smile appeared on his face, Frostmourne with his right hand aimed at his chest, and then stabbed it hard.

"Dang!" Blood flowed from the ground of the royal chamber, and the bells of Lordaeron City became more urgent. All Lordaeron people did not understand what happened. They only saw the knights who came back from Northrend with blank faces and tattoos on their faces. They took over the city defense and ordered everyone to return home.

In the urgent ringing of the bell, Lordaeron City's master died. Arthas ordered his guards Falric and Marwyn to guard the royal city, and then he was resurrected. His former beloved horse Invincible strengthened his subordinates, summoned the Cult of the Damned believers who were hiding in Lordaeron to spread plague and panic, and asked them to help him raise an army.

When everything is ready, Arthas is on another Nathrezim Under the instruction of Tichondrius, he dug out the bones of Kel'Thuzad, the leader of Cult of the Damned whom he killed, and then killed his mentor. Uther, seize his father's urn from his hands, pour out the ashes inside, put the ashes of Kel'Thuzad, and lead the army to set off towards Stratholme in accordance with the instructions.

In Stratholme, Arthas commanded the Undead army to the east and launched an attack on Elves's city Deatholme, Elves's resistance is very tenacious. They rely on their mother tree Thas'alah and rely on the energy transferred from Silvermoon City to resist the Undead army with difficulty.

"Your Majesty, we can't continue to consume like this." The skinny curse cultist looked at the tenacious Deatholme, and couldn't help but walk to Arthas, who was surrounded by many knights and sitting on a skeleton horse, and suggested that although Undead can be used at will, Elves's magic is also very lethal.

"I remembered the memory of the last time I came to this country. I was still a child at that time." Arthas looked at the burning fortress city in the distance and said to himself as if reminiscing.

"Your Majesty." The living Curse Cultist emphasized his voice.

"Thassarian, go, take our soldiers, and go to the northeast. There is a peak there. To the southeast of the peak, there is a Elves stronghold Antalas. On the lakeside to the north of Antalas, there is also a Elves's stronghold, plus Tranquillien near Forest Road, let me attack these three places." Arthas came back to his senses and said to his enhanced deputy Thassarian.

"Your Majesty, our current strength is not suitable for separation!" the human cultist said.

"No, I'm referring to the army I prepared here a long time ago." Arthas turned his head and looked at the dead silence Stratholme.