The Alliance had stopped their attacks. Most kingdoms of the living did not like to wage war during winter. If the Scourge of Lordaeron belonged to Anastrian, then he would definitely take the opportunity to launch a large-scale invasion during winter, striving to destroy all the living. That way, he would be able to occupy the entire Eastern and Western Plaguelands and cut off the connection between the Alliance and the continent.
When Cuel Salas was alone, it would be the time for him to punish the despicable traitor Sylvanas Windrunner who had stolen his kingdom and territory!
Unfortunately, it was not time yet. He could only mobilize a pitiful number of undead elves, which numbered less than 100,000. Even though these undead were of high quality, with more than a fifth of them being Liches of various ranks, the number of undead elves was still too little. Compared to the Scourge of Tirisfal that numbered nearly ten million, it was not even worth mentioning.
So he waited, like a spider that had weaved a spider's web and hid in a dark corner, waiting for its prey to come to it.
Quiet, and full of patience.
"How many months has it been since we last heard from Lord Archimonde? Why is there still no news? "Desroc, the leader of the Dreadlords in Lordaeron, stomped his hooves impatiently." I'm sick of these rotten zombies! If this goes on, we'll all rot into zombies! "
The Dreadlords stood in what used to be the royal garden of Lordaeron. It was in this palace that Arthas had murdered his own father and brought the apocalypse to his people. That had only happened a few months ago, but it felt like a century had passed.
Now, the garden that had once been green even in winter was rapidly decaying, just like the zombies and skeletons that were roaming around.
"Our duty is to manage this place, Desroc," another Dreadlord reminded the leader. Another Dreadlord reminded the leader, "Then we have to stay here and ensure that the Scourge can attack at any time."
"Of course I know that, Varimathas!" Desroc roared. "But no matter how many problems there are, we should have received some orders long ago."
The discussion of the Dreadlords was interrupted by a violent sound. It was the sound of a door suddenly falling. The two Demon Kings turned towards the source of the sound at the same time and opened their bat wings vigilantly, letting out low growls out of habit.
Unexpectedly, the one who appeared in front of them was Arthas, a Death Knight who had disappeared for many months and was no longer valued by the Demon Kings. The humans on the eastern side of the Undead Barrier claimed that they had sliced Arthis in half at the waist, and it did seem to be the case. After all, the lower half of Arthis' body clearly didn't belong to him in the first place.
However, that lower body had already fused perfectly with him. Squeezing the horse's abdomen, Invincible stood up and raised its front hooves.
Seeing this, every Dreadlord widened their eyes and stared at Arthas as if they were facing their greatest enemy.
The self-proclaimed king of Lordaeron was not wearing a helmet. His white hair fell beside his pale face, and he had a smug smile on his face that the Dreadlord hated the most. This was because a person with this kind of smile usually meant that he was untamed and rebellious. This was not an expression that a servant of a servant should have.
Arthis' voice was loud and excited, "Hello, everyone! Dreadlords! "
Faced with such a disrespectful greeting, these Greater Demons glared at him fiercely. They were obviously suppressing their anger and not letting it explode.
"Perhaps I should thank you for taking care of my kingdom while I was away. However, you are no longer of any value to me. "
The Dreadlords stared at him for a while, dumbfounded.
Varimatha was the first to react. He waved his claws and roared, "This is our territory! It's the Burning Legion's Lordaeron! The Calamity Legion belongs to the Burning Legion! "
Arthis laughed maniacally. Her voice was filled with delight and disdain. "Not anymore, idiotic demons. Archimonde died in battle under the World Tree on Mount Hyjal four months ago. The Burning Legion is finished! It'll be perfect once I kill you all. "
He grinned and raised Frostmourne high. The runes on the blade shone and danced. He did not even need to tighten the reins. With Invincible, he charged straight at the three Dreadlords.
However, Arthis had underestimated the Dreadlords' cunning and ability to escape. Unless it was a place of death like Mount Hyjal that had an Evil Banishing Magic Circle set up in advance, the Dreadlords could really run away.
"This is not over, you despicable Bone Scum Knight!!" After letting out a cry of despair, the Dreadlords had no intention of fighting Arthas at all. They immediately teleported away. Their speed was obviously faster than Invincible's movement. Frostmourne only pierced the air and let out a disappointed wail.
Arthis was furious, but he quickly regained his cheerful mood.
Planet Azeroth's protective circle had been repaired. The Demons could not leave, and no reinforcements could come in. The Dreadlords were like rootless duckweeds. They would fall sooner or later. The difference was whether they would die by his hand or the Alliance that he hated.
"We knew you would come back, Prince Arthis!" Kel 'Thuzad was very excited.
Arthis did not even bother to look at his loyal servant. Instead, he stared at Anastrian.
"I'm glad to see that your body is still strong, Sun King Anastrian," Arthis said sarcastically. "You also knew that I would come back. So, are you ready to lower your humble head?"
Anastrian's anger was erupting from the depths of his soul. It swayed wildly, but the soul fire burning in his eye sockets was still calm. "Lowering your head to the strong is the greatest principle in the world."
After saying that, he lowered his head. But in his heart, he swore that this would be the last time!
No one knew that without a strong enough external influence, the wheel of fate would continue to follow its fixed path and continue to roll forward, crushing all the weak existences.
However, when a bearing or part of the wheel disappeared, fate would naturally find a replacement.
On this day, Anastrian found the bitter Dreadlord. He subdued the Dreadlord Varimatha and defeated Desroc. Then, he launched a counterattack against Arthis, whose strength was greatly reduced due to the Lich King's weakening. He almost caused the next Lich King to fall. In the end, the Sun King still failed.
Out of the desire to be independent and the insecurity of the powerful Alliance, Anastrian united the Undead with strong self-consciousness as the Forgotten Ones. At the same time, he began to rebuild the underground area of Lordaeron. He wanted to rebuild this place into an underground fortress that any army could conquer — the Undercity!
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