If possible, Duque didn't want to use such a despicable method.
It was a tragedy that Arthas had fallen from a great prince to a Death Knight, but unfortunately, Duque, who had been blasted into the void, couldn't stop him in time.
However, just because he made a mistake once didn't mean he could make a mistake again.
Arthas was already dead, walking further and further down the path of evil. If this continued, it was only a matter of time before he became the second Lich King.
If they didn't stop Arthis, then the tragedy of history would repeat itself.
He thought about the Eastern and Western Plaguelands that occupied one-third of the Rotterdam Continent in the future. That place was a vast and boundless land of despair that spanned thousands of miles.
The earth was corroded, and the plants were withering and mutating. The ground was filled with terrifying undead creatures and infected mutated animals.
Duque could still remember the deers that were covered in abscesses wailing in despair, and the squirrels that had turned into hideous monsters. Perhaps it could be said that the mastermind behind the spread of all this was the crazy Kel 'Thuzad, the Lich King Ner' zhul who was tamed by Kil 'jaeden. However, without Arthas, the main culprit, carrying the flag, the Scourge Army would not be able to do this.
In the original history, after the destruction of the Rotterdam City, many resistance organizations emerged in the territory of the Rotterdam Kingdom.
In addition to the Silver Hand Knights, which was disbanded by Arthas before he fell, and the most famous Scarlet Crusade and Silver Dawn, there were actually many other organizations. For example, the Northern Army of Lordaeron, which was later led by Marshal Garethus, and the Andorhal Garrison Army, Darrowshire Garrison Army, Hearth Valley Garrison Army, and other local armies of Lordaeron. There were also various civil resistance organizations.
These organizations had effectively restrained or hindered the advance of the Scourge.
However, when King Dylin led his fleet to rescue the people of Lordaeron, he was shocked to discover that the entire land of Lordaeron was filled with Undead.
Why?
It was because most of the rebel groups had been destroyed!
The Scarlet Crusade was being toyed with by the Dreadlord. The rebel armies were destroyed one after another.
Arthis alone had killed his teacher, Uther, and one of the Five Silver Sages, Gavin Rad, back in the original timeline.
In total, there are:
The leader of Lordaeron's Scourge resistance organization, the Justice Guard, Markus.
Halak, the leader of the Circle of Holy Light, the Lordaeron Calamity resistance organization.
The leader of the Ultimate Force of the Lordaeron Cataclysm resistance organization, Daglan.
That was just within the borders of Lordaeron. Other than Lordaeron, Arthas, who was unstoppable by anyone, led the Calamity Army to sweep across the entire Lordaeron Continent. Many important figures died under [Frostmourne]'s sword: Dalajan Kirin Tor Antonidas, Elf Ranger General Sylvanas, Sun King Anastrian …
More than ten million people had died directly or indirectly at Arthis's hands.
Now that the apocalyptic drama of the Scourge Army had begun, the avalanche effect had begun. The easiest way to prevent the greatest tragedy in the history of Azeroth was to kill Arthas.
This was definitely not easy!
Duque did not have the strength to destroy a planet in one move or the strength to destroy a universe in two moves. All he could do was gamble everything he had as a transmigrator.
Feeling sorry for Kalia, Duque still put his cards on the table.
Sure enough, for the first time, Arthis's face, which seemed as if she didn't care about anything, showed some emotion.
"No! You lied to me — Karia died thirteen years ago. "
"Yes! In order to escape the shame of her fiancé being Nethario, the Wing of Death, and in order not to be imprisoned in the palace and waste her youth, she begged me to let her fake her death. " Duque spoke almost word by word. At the same time, he raised his hand, and a magic mirror appeared in Duque's hand.
The interference of the Canopy of Undead made it impossible to send a magic message.
This was not important. With the System Elf, Duque could perfectly copy the communication image that Kalia had sent to all parts of Lordaeron before she teleported away.
"I am Kalia Menethil, I did not die thirteen years ago …"
"I regret to tell you a sad news. My brother, Arthas Menethil, has been persecuted by the Dreadlord and the Evil Lich of the Cursed God. He has become a Death Knight and lost his humanity. He killed my father, His Majesty Terenas … "
"In the name of the Menethil Royal Family, I, Kalia Menethil, officially inherit the throne of Lordaeron and become the Queen …"
Kalia's tone had changed slightly, and her youthful appearance had been stripped away. Even though Kalia had changed quite a bit, Arthis was still able to recognize her elder sister immediately due to the connection between their bloodlines.
"Sister …" His mouth twitched for a while. Arthas, the most terrifying man of this era, who had gone from the brightest to the darkest, suddenly cried like a child.
The Undead did not have tears. It was just a hollow, dry howl.
In the next moment, just when everyone thought that Duque had taken care of such a terrifying enemy with just his mouth, frost suddenly fell from the sky.
Frost in June was never a good thing.
Suddenly, an incomparably huge will descended.
It was hard to describe this feeling of terror …
At that moment, it was as if there were thousands of lives, letting out the most desperate wails before they died at the same time.
At that moment, it was as if there were billions of creatures being tortured by demons. Their skin was torn off, their flesh was peeled off, and their organs were dug out. They screamed as their bodies were burned by the flames. Finally, even their souls were thrown into purgatory to suffer for ten thousand years.
Whether it was humans, orcs, or elves, every creature could not help but hold their breath. Their chests felt as if they were being crushed by a huge rock, and they could no longer expand their lungs.
It was an oppressive feeling of despair.
At this moment, everyone finally realized that there was a terrifying existence behind this Death Knight who was getting stronger and stronger. It was watching and directing everything.
"Duque …" An old and evil voice echoed in everyone's mind, "Duke Marcus!"
The voice was like thunder, causing everyone's brains to buzz.
"Oh? Ner 'zhul? How have you been recently? "Duque was not affected at all," Oh! I forgot. After you were tortured to death by Kil 'jaeden, you have become a toy that can only stay in ice. You have no body! "
As soon as these words came out, everyone was petrified.
Duque … is too powerful! We can't even breathe, and Duque still has the leisure to tease such a terrifying Lich King?
How big is Duque's heart?
Or, how strong is Duque?
How can he not have the slightest fear in the face of such an existence?
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