When someone was working hard to satisfy their desires, they would do their best, and even deviate from some of their own principles of life. In history, there were countless people who used unscrupulous means to achieve their goals. Arthas had such a sign at this time. Under such circumstances, once the fuse was lit, it was possible for people to lose themselves.
After personally witnessing the infected soldiers turn into zombies, driven by anger and despair, Arthas gradually lost control.
He burned down the orphanage, and when his teacher Uther and Jaina arrived to help, they could only see the church-like orphanage burning, and hear the desperate cries of the orphans before they died.
Arthas fell into a trap. In the face of an evil plot, his honest and kind heart was finally covered with the dust of regret and guilt. No one knew that these dust would slowly turn into a virus, reproduce by itself, and corrode his heart.
Then, the young prince, in the joint plot of the Dreadlord, Kel 'Thuzad, and the Lich King Ner' zhul, was lured into an expedition to Northrend, and embarked on a path of no return.
And his return meant that he had embarked on the path of a Death Knight …
In the carriage, after listening to Illucia's report, Duque was speechless for a long time.
If he had been in Azeroth, naturally, there would not have been the fall of Arthas. Unfortunately, he was blown away.
Holding Illucia's soft and boneless hand, Duque sighed, "When did Arthas' return 'happen?"
"Three days ago. However, in the last three days, we have lost contact with Lordaeron City, and no one has any news about Lordaeron City. "
Illucia's answer made Duque's heart sink.
Was it still a step too late?
Yes! Too late!
Three days ago, when fresh rose petals were scattered all over the streets of Lordaeron City, when the cheers of 100,000 people rang through the sky, no one would have thought that they would be greeted by a Death God.
Arthas killed the mastermind of the plague, Kel 'Thuzad, beheaded the Dreadlord Mal' Ganis, went on an expedition to Northrend, killed the mastermind who created the Undead, and returned with a runic sword called [Frostmourne]!
What a great achievement this was!
What a divine miracle it was!
The people were enthusiastically chanting Arthas's name. They longed for the heroic Arthas to ascend the throne after the death of the old king.
In the reconstructed throne hall, Terenas Menethil's throne was high up. He looked with satisfaction at Arthas, who was wearing a black hood and a black cloak, kneeling on one knee at the foot of the throne.
Even though this prince had a crescent-shaped blade, a skull gauntlet, and an ominous rune sword, he had a strange aura about him. But in the eyes of Terenas, who craved for glory, everything was valiant.
Ten years, a full ten years.
Ever since the abominable Duke Marcus took away the dominant position of the Rotterdam Kingdom in the alliance and the glory of the people of the Rotterdam Kingdom, someone from the Rotterdam Kingdom could finally stand up and become the new light of the Rotterdam Kingdom.
Not the valiant Abbendis.
Fearless Mograine was no good.
Not even the benevolent Archbishop Faol.
Only his own son, the only legitimate heir of the Menethil Royal Family, Arthas Menethil, had the right to enjoy this great honor.
Terenas was very satisfied. He was so satisfied that he ignored all the warning signs of danger. He subconsciously ignored the reports of 'the prince's strange movements and too many troops' from his subordinates. He also diverted Uther and his Silver Hand Knights, who had a disagreement with Arthas over the burning of the orphanage and the treatment of the plague victims.
Terenas, under the ridicule of fate, had sent himself to his death.
"Ah! My son — "Terenas happily stood up from the throne.
However, Arthas's reply left him a little confused.
"You do not have to sacrifice yourself for your people anymore."
"You do not have to bear the heavy burden of the crown for them anymore."
"I have arranged everything."
Huh?
Terenas was extremely shocked.
What was this speech?
At this moment, Prince Arthas, who was kneeling on the ground, suddenly stood up and lifted his hood, revealing a pale face.
The contours of his face had not changed. He was still the handsome Arthas Menethil, but his pale skin and snow-white hair made Terenas even more shocked.
Wasn't my son blonde?
How did he become as old and white as me?
While Terenas was still in shock, Arthas held [Frostmourne] in his hand and strode up the stairs to the throne.
Without the king's permission, it was very rude to step on the stairs to the throne without the king's permission.
If it were someone else, the royal guards beside Terenas would have already stopped them.
But he was Arthas!
The only heir of the Menethil Royal Family.
With the king aging and not knowing how long he had left to live, Arthas was already the next king of Lordaeron.
The guards hesitated.
This hesitation destroyed Terenas' last hope.
Terenas, who was held by the neck by his precious son, trembled and asked, "What is this? My son. What are you doing? "
"Inheriting your throne, my father …" After saying that, he raised his sword, and the infamous [Frostmourne] pierced through the chest of the leader of the Alliance, the king of the largest kingdom in the Alliance for more than 30 years.
The blood of the Menethil Royal Family flowed on the icy blade, and an evil hum echoed throughout the throne hall. At this moment, the millions of souls that died on [Frostmourne] let out the most tragic wails, and the will of the Dreadlords attached to the sword was activated.
Across the endless space, almost every Dreadlord saw the scene of Arthas killing his own father. The Dreadlords laughed maniacally.
They were cheering the fall of a saint.
They were laughing at the extreme ugliness of justice when it was twisted.
This day was the victory of evil!
This was the beginning of the Burning Legion's conquest of Azeroth!
Their laughter, as well as that of the Lich King Ner 'zhul, echoed in the throne hall that had suddenly become dark because of the dark aura.
The Death Knight Arthas did not notice, and his desolate voice echoed throughout the entire city.
"This kingdom is going to be destroyed!
"From the ruins, a new ruling order will be born!
"It will shake the foundations of everything in this world!"
Following the prince's declaration, all the magic circles in Lordaeron automatically activated, and powerful undying from Northrend poured out …
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