On the deserted main road of the Dalajan city, Arthas was riding on his loyal mount as usual – his beloved horse, [Invincible], which had now become an Undead Warhorse.
In Cuel Salas, he had an unpleasant experience. That b * stard, Dahrema, was not content even in death. Instead of attacking him, he despicably attacked [Invincible], using the high temperature of the Sunwell to cut off one of its legs.
This made him spend a lot of effort to refine the leg bone of the other Undead Warhorse with the power of darkness, and then connect it to [Invincible].
When [Invincible] was still alive, it died from a fatal injury caused by a broken leg.
This made Arthas very unwilling to think back to that terrible moment many years ago. It was a very bad feeling.
However, in the battle with the previous Elven King, the Icy Rage that was aroused by this matter was very helpful in defeating his opponent and successfully resurrecting Kel 'Thuzad.
The arrival of Kel 'Thuzad made Arthas even more interested. Looking at him floating in front of him, from the Sunwell to Lordaeron City, and then to the Dalajan, the Lich seemed very quiet along the way. If this could be used to describe the Lich …
A few days ago, it was Kel 'Thuzad who conveyed the order of the Lich King, asking the Scourge Army to come to this ruins filled with Arthas' memories.
Although Arthas had some doubts about the order, he never raised any doubts.
It was only yesterday that Kel 'Thuzad told Arthas about the true goal of the Scourge Army – to summon one of the two commanders of the Burning Legion, Archimonde the Defiler, directly to the World of Azeroth.
After hearing this news after an increasingly boring campaign, the former Prince of Lordaeron was filled with curiosity and excitement.
Because of the appearance of Duque, the Scourge Army's sweeping momentum did not take shape. This was a sense of loss that even if they won, they would not be able to complete their mission.
Suddenly, he thought that he could not completely suppress Duque now. If he had the legendary strongest warrior of the Burning Legion, Archimonde, behind him, would Duke Marcus still be able to stand proudly in front of him?
Although they were both from Eredar, Archimonde and Kil 'jaeden had completely different styles. Kil 'jaeden preferred to use schemes. He did not hesitate to spend a large amount of time to achieve his and the Burning Legion's goals at the lowest cost.
Archimonde, on the other hand, was the simplest form of violence!
Even as a commander, what he loved the most was to personally go to the battlefield and inflict the most terrifying destruction on the enemy. He enjoyed the pleasure of destroying everything in front of him.
This was also why the Demon King Sargeras, who was born as a Titan, and Kil 'jaeden, who also had extraordinary combat power, rarely fought in the past 10,000 years. This made the other races more willing to believe that the Archerons were the strongest in the Burning Legion!
Thinking of this, the fallen prince smiled. "Take me there, Kel 'Thuzad!"
"Yes!" The Great Lich replied respectfully.
Arthis was very satisfied with the great lich's attitude.
Even though the Scourge Army had at most three Breaking Dawn Great Liches, he still found Kel 'Thuzad the most pleasing to the eye.
Antonidas lacked the self-awareness of being a Lich.
Anastrian still hadn't given up on the arrogance of a former king. This fallen elven king wasn't used to being a servant … In fact, Arthas sometimes wondered if being under the command of the Lich King Ner 'zhul was a kind of injustice.
The Lich King's power was so strong, and [Frostmourne] was constantly subtly influencing Arthis' will. This made the fallen prince never think too much in this aspect.
Suddenly, a thought came to Arthis' mind.
"Yes!" he said mockingly. "You don't hold a grudge against me for killing you?"
"Don't be silly." The Great Lich who had become an Undead replied. "His Majesty the Lich King had already told me what the outcome of our meeting would be."
Arthis looked very surprised. "His Majesty knew that I would kill you?" He frowned and glanced at the sword on his knees. It was sleeping quietly, not whispering, and the runes on it did not flash with power.
"Of course!" There was a hint of superiority in Kel 'Thuzad's hollow voice. "Long before the Scourge Army launched the wrath of Heaven, he chose you as his warrior."
Arthis was a little uncomfortable.
It was the displeasure of being fooled.
No one had ever asked or revealed his fate.
If he had known earlier, would he have happily accepted his fall?
No!
He believed this without a doubt.
Arthis never liked to be manipulated, but he understood that since he was destined to become a terrible weapon, he could only adapt.
The fall was complete!
Life was gone!
Whether it was his, his father's, or his master's …
If it wasn't for the massacre in the orphanage, maybe he would still be with Uther, his father, and even Jaina …
Unfortunately, everything was just an unrealistic fantasy.
Since the moment he pulled out [Frostmourne], his fate was already irreversible. He could only walk down the dark path step by step!
The seemingly endless road soon came to an end. It was a huge altar that was rebuilt from the central square of the Dalajan.
According to Kel 'Thuzad, this blood altar was inlaid with skulls and countless corpses. It had the same function as the Dark Portal in the Cursed Land.
"Why don't we attack the Dark Portal directly?" Arthis frowned.
The Great Lich was silent for a moment, and finally replied, "The Dark Portal used to be a very good choice. But not anymore. The Marcus Family spent ten years to completely fortify the entire Swamp of Sorrow and the Watchtower area in the northern part of the Cursed Land. And all the ground near the stronghold has been treated with holy magic. We can't resurrect anyone who died there into Scourge soldiers. And … "
The Great Lich said a lot, but Arthis didn't listen to the end.
In just a few moments, Arthis felt the malice of fate for the second time. His intuition seemed to be telling him that Duque had once again blocked in front of him, and it was the kind of block that foresaw everything in advance.
"Tsk …" He spat harshly.
It was a cruel ritual that was completed with the sacrifice of ten thousand living people.
As the ritual progressed, in the final stage, Arthis could see with his own eyes that the fog rising next to the altar began to change from a stinky red to a strange green.
The green fog continued to spin.
Then, Arthis found that he could already see the shape of a giant. It was not an ordinary giant, but very, very big. Archimonde's size was beyond all his imagination.
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