Arthas could not help but breathe a sigh of relief when he learned that Kel'Thuzad had left a contingency plan behind.
He truly saw this lich in a new light.
This subordinate was indeed exceptionally useful.
Even before the Scourge had begun to ravage the land, the entire Cult of the Damned had been established single-handedly by Kel'Thuzad.
After the Scourge truly spread throughout Lordaeron, Kel'Thuzad's knowledge had proven immensely valuable to the army.
Many of the Scourge's techniques and unit types had come from Kel'Thuzad.
A great number of necromancers and liches had received his instruction.
The corpse-stitched Abominations had been his design.
Even the gargoyles had been created when he led the Scourge's necromancers in transforming the vampire bats of the swamps.
It could be said that half the credit for the Scourge's current might belonged to Kel'Thuzad.
At the same time, Kel'Thuzad had also provided him with many useful suggestions on how to build the Scourge.
And now, faced with a fortified city, it was once again Kel'Thuzad's contingency plan that had provided him with a solution.
"Like a king's dependable chancellor."
That was how Arthas evaluated him.
"Like Archmage Sandor from the Orc War."
Thinking of this, Arthas inevitably compared Kel'Thuzad to that figure he had admired in childhood, the man who had caused him such suffering not long ago.
Ever since he was a child, he had constantly heard tales of that man from his father.
Stories of how the mounted archers he had personally established had utterly routed Orc wolf riders on the plains.
Stories of how he had led the Alliance's armies to defeat the Trolls and the Orcs, marching from one victory to the next.
Stories of how, when Alterac betrayed them and Lordaeron stood at its most perilous moment, he had