The Prince of Lordaeron bravely enters Azeroth

My name is Kel'Thuzad. I was once one of the six members of the Kirin Tor Council and an apprentice of Antonidas.

I was warned by my teacher just because I used mice as my experimental material.

Doesn't he know that some mages are even worse than me? They even use humans for experiments.

It's just that they hid it better. My beloved teacher is just a stubborn and cowardly person.

He has no idea what revolution means. Bringing the dead back to life would be a revolutionary magical revolution.

I pursued the truth and studied necromancy day and night, but was expelled from Dalaran.

That was when I was at my lowest, and sometimes... I really wished someone could give me a warm and passionate hug.

But now I am the founder of the Church of the Damned, a loyal servant of the Lich King.

When I heard the call of my master, the Lich King, I responded to the call and headed for Northrend.

There, countless dead bodies rose up, feeling no pain, no fatigue. The powerful force of death made me kneel willingly under the frozen throne of the Lich King.

I returned to Lordaeron at the command of my master, the Lich King.

I was pleasantly surprised to find that many of the lower-class people in Lordaeron were oppressed, with many of them poorly clothed and hungry, and struggling to survive.

On the contrary, most of the nobles in Lordaeron were still living a life of luxury, eating, drinking and having fun, just like in the past.

Although I was once a noble, I am very grateful to them now. Without them, there would be no huge Cursed Church today.

I only need to promise a body with unlimited energy, so-called equal social status, eternal life, and the conditions of eternal youth.

Countless civilians and nobles abandoned the Holy Light and joined the Cult of the Damned.

With the help of the Plague Steamer, a magical artifact I developed, more and more people will eat infected food.

Absorbing polluted air, they are gradually becoming servants of the Lich King. I call them the Scourge.

I am spreading the plague in the small town of Brill as a key part of my master's plan.

I will be the key to leading Lordaeron's Crown Prince Arthas to corruption. I believe the power of death will terrify the living.

Prince Arthas will be unable to save his people. The Scourge is endless, and the living are constantly becoming our own.

Eventually, his eyes would be blinded by the rage of revenge, and he would raise Frostmourne and wield his sword to slaughter his beloved people.

"My lord, Prince Arthas is almost in Brill."

An acolyte hurried to Kel'Thuzad's side.

"The big show is about to begin. Be prepared and do everything according to plan."

Kel'Thuzad said sinisterly as he looked at the abomination being assembled in front of him.

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Seeing the densely packed skeleton soldiers in front of him, Arthas felt his eyes hurt.

He then quickly walked forward, ordered the guards guarding the watchtower to retreat, and led the escort team to take advantage of the narrow terrain at the intersection to establish a defense line and guard the intersection.

"The injured, please retreat to your positions immediately. I will treat you."

"Farric, Marwyn, you lead your men to guard the left and right respectively, and I will guard the middle. Those who have long-range attack capabilities, stand behind the defense line and consume the opponent's energy."

"Everyone listen, if anyone is injured, retreat immediately. Once the defense line is breached, we will be doomed."

"If you die in battle, you will become one of their kind, so you must cherish your life."

"Jaina, follow me, I will be your shield."

Rays of holy light flashed by, and as the skeleton soldiers were shattered into pieces by the holy light, the injuries of some wounded soldiers improved.

Jaina kept casting magic behind Arthas, and the skeleton archers and skeleton mages were destroyed by blizzard, pyroblast, and arcane missiles.

At the intersection, the defense line formed by the soldiers was full of broken bones, and the skeleton soldiers charged towards the defense line tirelessly and fearlessly.

It is too difficult to keep defending like this. Even if I keep killing them, their morale will not disappear. They will only obey the orders of their master and continue to charge forward.

However, my soldiers will become tired. The holy light can only heal their external injuries but cannot replenish their physical strength. If this continues, the defense line will surely be breached.

Arthas suddenly remembered that after he killed the bandits, he received a piece of news from the villager Elric.

"Your Highness, thank you for your help. If you are going to the village across the bridge, it is rumored that there is an ancient holy spring nearby. Legend has it that the holy water there can restore physical strength and heal injuries."

According to my memories of my previous life, that should be the fountain of life.

But that's just a game, what will happen in real life? First ask whether this legend of Jaina is credible.

"Alsace, not long ago, we received news from the village we passed by that there is a holy spring nearby."

"I just sensed a strong and peaceful breath of life ahead. According to the information I saw in the library of Dalaran, it should be the Fountain of Life. What Elric said is true."

"If we go to it, we should be able to use its power to destroy these skeletons."

Having just smashed the five skeleton soldiers in front of him, Arthas was speechless.

I haven't even asked you yet, but you've already told me the answer and the location. What else can I do?

Then Arthas gathered all the power of Holy Light in his body, wielded the power of Menethil with all his strength, and a golden warhammer phantom rushed towards the pile of skeleton soldiers.

The skeletons touched by the phantom were purified by the power of holy light, and a wide road was formed wherever the hammer passed.

"Warriors, charge forward and follow Jaina to the Fountain of Life. I will cover your rear."

"Arthas, you don't have to cover the back. Let me summon the water elemental."

After Jaina finished speaking, she took out a scroll from her space ring and chanted a spell.

In an instant, ten water elements appeared out of thin air, condensed the power of water elements and shot out water arrows, shooting at the skeleton soldiers.

Jaina silently chanted a few spells, then pulled Arthas up and rushed to the place where the breath of life was strong, and the soldiers quickly followed.

What the hell! When did Jaina have such great strength and speed to take away a fully armed paladin like me?

Shouldn't I be holding Jaina, following her instructions, and heading for the Fountain of Life? This is a beauty saving a hero! Why do I feel so awkward? Arthas is shutting himself up.

"Arthas, we are here. Drink some spring water and recover your strength."

"Okay, okay, Jaina, can you please not do this next time? I think I..."

"You just released such a strong holy light, how could you still have the strength? Besides, that's a battlefield, why are you so fussy about it? Are you going to die?"

Jaina scooped up the spring water and took a sip, then interrupted Arthas directly, with an expression that seemed to say, "I'm doing this for your own good, why are you still fussing about it?"

Arthas was completely withdrawn. He scooped up the water from the fountain of life with great force and coughed in grief and anger.