Four years had passed in Azeroth.
Seven years had passed in the real world.
In these four years, the world of Azeroth had gone through many changes and storms. Three years seemed like a blink of an eye, but it also felt like countless years.
Four years, nothing had happened.
Here, Arthas bid farewell to his past, bid farewell to Ner 'zhul who had been trying to control him, and bid farewell to his past humanity.
From this moment onwards, he only represented his own will.
He was victorious.
However, at that moment, a voice rang out beside his ear.
"Child."
"When you were born, the forest of Lordaeron called out your name."
"Arthas."
As the majestic background music played and the familiar figure on the Frozen Throne appeared again, everyone felt their eyes brimming with tears.
If the audience was more attentive, they would notice that the last scenes of the two CGs were seamlessly linked. Whether it was the scenery of the Frozen Throne or Arthas' posture, they were all exactly the same.
The camera zoomed in at the beginning of the new trailer, just like how the ending credits of Warcraft: The Frozen Throne were zooming out.
But for the players, after seven years of waiting, this scene seemed so far away.
It was a familiar yet strange feeling.
Although Thunderbolt Entertainment won the title of 'Thunderbolt Movie Studio' seven years ago because of Warcraft's high quality CGs, but upon closer inspection, the quality of the CGs this time seemed to be better than any of the previous ones.
The powerful Lich King Arthas sat on the Frozen Throne, as if he was right in front of them. Every detail and pattern on his armor could be seen clearly.
Surprisingly, as the camera moved forward, the voice-over continued to narrate.
This voice was filled with justice and glory. He was teaching Arthas as an elder.
This was a huge contrast to the Lich King Arthas who sat on the Frozen Throne and had lost all of his humanity.
That was the voice of the old king who died under Frostmourne's sword, Arthas' father, King Menethil.
Arthis' armor was already covered in ice. At this moment, he seemed to be embedded in the ice throne. If an ordinary person who did not know the truth passed by, they might even treat him as a statue.
However, after the three words' Arthas', the entire CG's melody suddenly became tense.
Under the helmet that was covered by a thick layer of ice, two dark blue dots appeared.
Arthas heard his father's voice. Perhaps the old king was whispering to him through Frostmourne, or perhaps Arthas was remembering what the old king had taught him when he was still a child.
At this moment, the hard layer of ice that had accumulated on Arthis's body was rapidly cracking.
"Arthas."
With this call, the Nightmare of Rotterdam, the Eastern Kingdom, and even all of Azeroth opened their eyes.
The scene changed to Northrend's snowy plains.
As far as the eye could see, everything was snow white. The sky in the distance was greenish-gray, and the towering snowy peaks were like sharp swords pointing to the horizon. In the snow-covered canyon, there was not a single trace of life.
Arthis's boots stepped on the deep snow as he walked forward alone in this world of ice and snow. Only the fluttering snowflakes and the whistling wind accompanied him.
Suddenly, he seemed to feel something. He bent down and used his right hand to wipe away the snow, revealing the layer of ice under the snow.
There seemed to be some powerful creation hidden under the dark blue ice.
Arthas's eyes flickered with blue light under his helmet. He stood up and lifted his cloak with his left hand, revealing the famous death sword.
Frostmourne.
"Child."
"I proudly watched you grow up day by day and become the embodiment of justice."
Arthas drew Frostmourne from his waist, raised his right hand, and stared at the blade.
"You must remember."
"We have always ruled this country with wisdom and strength."
In the fluttering snowflakes, light blue dots of light fell on Frostmourne's blade, like fire falling into boiling oil.
On Frostmourne's blade, the dark blue light spread like flames and slowly ignited the powerful inscriptions on the blade.
Terrifying power gathered and condensed into one under Frostmourne's command.
"I also believe that you will use your great power carefully."
Arthas gripped Frostmourne's hilt with both hands and stabbed it into the deep ice!
All the ice-blue runes on the blade lit up, and powerful power flowed into the ice through Frostmourne.
With Frostmourne as the center, this powerful power swept in all directions, and the thick snow on the ice was instantly swept away!
Because of this, a small-scale snowstorm was formed on the vast snowfield. The layer of ice beneath the accumulated snow instantly cracked, and the cracks rapidly spread into the surroundings like spiderwebs!
Arthas stood up and looked into the distance. Behind him, a terrifying monster was breaking out of the ice.
Beneath the shattered remains, the blue evil energy had fused the dragon bones together. It was a powerful Frost Dragon, much more powerful than any of its brethren.
Sindagosa, who only had a hideous skeleton left, stretched out her sharp claws from under the thick ice. Her eyes glowed with a dark blue light, and this light quickly spread to her entire body.
A long, long time ago, this powerful blue dragon had fallen on the frozen ground of the Ice Crown because of her serious injuries. She was blind and on the verge of death. She called out to Malygos, wanting to return to the Dragonbone Wilderness to sleep, but only the howling of the cold wind answered her.
In the madness before her death, only hatred remained in her heart. At the moment of her death, she swore to take revenge on the entire world …
The Lich King felt the hatred buried under the thick ice and resurrected her, giving her a chance to take revenge.
Sindagosa climbed up the towering snowy peak, flapped her skeletal wings, and swooped down toward the undead army in the valley.
"True victory is to inspire the fighting spirit in the hearts of your people."
Sindagosa flapped her wings and flew high in the sky, her hoarse dragon roar resounding through the clouds.
On the ground, the Scourge soldiers also roared at the sky!
Their skeletal bodies were emitting blue light, and these specks of blue light quickly converged together and kept spreading towards the distance, towards the Ice Crown Fort, towards the Ice Crown, and towards all of Noscent!
Many of the undead army at the foot of the mountain had followed the prince through fire and water since he was a human. Although the prince had betrayed them and turned them into undead, their loyalty hadn't wavered in the slightest.
But was this the 'inspiring fighting spirit' that King Menethil mentioned?
Arthas stood on the high glacier and looked down at his people.
"One day, my life will come to an end.
"And you will be crowned king!"
The camera finally stopped on Arthas' face. His dark blue eyes, fluttering white hair, and expressionless under the frozen helmet.
At this moment, he had already been crowned king.
A king who was the complete opposite of his father's expectations.
The awakened Lich King was about to conquer a wider territory.
At the end of the video, the game logo appeared in the center of the screen.
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