Crossing the Other World: My Warcraft System

Arthas entered the palace because he had written a letter to his father in advance, asking to talk to his father in private after his return, and Terenas also wanted to listen to his son talk about the massacre in Stratholme and his experience in Northrend alone.

So when Arthas entered the throne hall, he only saw the old and frail Terenas sitting on the throne, and the hall was empty, with only a few court guards standing at the edge.

Arthas came to the throne and knelt on the ground respectfully. Frostmourne was placed in front of him, with the tip of the sword resting on the family crest carved on the rocky ground.

It was like the son's final apology to his father.

Arthas strode forward, raised Frostmourne, stabbed his father's heart with a sword, and imprisoned his father's soul in Frostmourne.

Frostmourne greedily absorbs the soul of a king...

"One day I will be old... and you will be crowned king..."

Terenas had known for a long time that he would die one day, but he never expected that what would end his life was not aging or illness, but a sword piercing his heart from his own filial son Arthas.

"Father, your throne is mine!"

The guards around noticed something was wrong, but it was too late. Falric and Marwyn, who followed Arthas into the throne hall, took action and killed six guards in an instant.

Arthas straightened Terenas' body and seated him on the throne.

He walked down the steps and raised Frostmourne: "The killing feast begins now!"

The death army that Arthas had just captured outside the city immediately exploded, and the city defense forces in the north suffered heavy losses in an instant. The thousand people who followed the prince into the city also began the massacre, and the palace was in chaos.

Under attack from both inside and outside, Lordaeron fell into madness. The once bustling squares and streets had turned into slaughterhouses with blood all over the ground. The welcome ceremony turned into a brutal massacre. These people would become the new subjects of the Lich King.

The dead people soon stood up again, raising their butcher knives to chop down their relatives and friends who had just died. According to the Lich King's idea, the more than 400,000 soldiers and civilians in the entire city of Lordaeron would be slaughtered by the undead troops brought back by Arthas, and then Arthas would directly use these hundreds of thousands of troops to snowball and sweep across the northern part of the entire continent.

After the fall of the northern continent, the undead army had at least two million troops. If the dead buried in Lordaeron for thousands of years were added, this sea of ​​the undead would be even larger!

At that time, whether attacking the high elves to the north or attacking Stromgarde and Gilneas to the south, it will be a piece of cake!

After he rules Northrend and the eastern continent, he will kill all the dreadlords that Kil'jaeden has placed around him to monitor him, and then close Azeroth and become the ruler of the undead world!

Ner'zhul is either betraying or secretly planning to betray...

Please forgive him for his unruly and free-spirited life.

Ner'zhul focused his main energy on slaughtering the troops, and used his mental power to carefully control every undead. Arthas, carrying Frostmourne, left the city of Lordaeron and came to a farm.

A family of three in the farm had died, but Arthas did not recruit them as Scourge soldiers. Instead, he let them have a simple, real death.

At the edge of the farm, there is a long-standing grave. The grave is covered with green grass, and the words on the wooden tombstone are so familiar.

In the midst of his busy schedule, Ner'zhul, who was switching screens to control every Scourge soldier, cast a quick glance at Arthas.

"You have the power to fulfill your wishes, do what you want to do!"

A low and old voice sounded in Arthas' mind, and then he firmly grasped Frostmourne. The black energy of death condensed on the rune sword and then shot into the grave.

"Get up! Invincible!"

Arthas felt the power of death connecting him to the skeletons in the grave. When he roared this sentence with joy, the grave exploded and the soil flew everywhere.

Then four long bony legs kicked up, and a foal's head emerged from the mud.

"Wudi, I helped you come to this world, and I helped you leave this world. Today, both you and I will be reborn!"

Red flames burned in the horse's skull, and its long-rotten vocal cords let out a neigh.

Tears actually flowed down Arthas' frozen face. The death of Invincible had a huge impact on him. Now that he had gained the power to resurrect the dead, he couldn't wait to wake up his beloved horse again!

He refused to admit that Wudi's death was his fault. This was just fate. Wudi was waiting for him to wake him up!

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, a horse, what is this? A love story between a human and a ghost, or an animal?" A burst of laughter came. "If Terenas knew that he was not as important as a horse in his son's heart, he would probably suffer for several days in Frostmourne."

"Who's there? You're hiding your head but showing your tail!"

Garin walked out from behind a big tree, behind which was a sentry post made of white marble!

when?

Arthas remembered that this building did not exist when he entered the farm just now!

He was not angry about what Arthas said. He knew too well the mentality of people like Arthas who were thirsty for power. At this moment, Arthas was like a fool who was thirsty for revenge. He only respected power. He respected those who were stronger than him, but he would call those who were weaker than him pathetic mortals...

He is just a poor man. Now even his independent activities according to his own will are restricted. What is there for Jialin to be angry about?

"It's you! Galen Trollbane!!"

Arthas raised Frostmourne, as if this artifact could give him unlimited confidence.

It’s just that the man opposite is too famous!

Arthas, the Alliance's ever-victorious general and the number one paladin, grew up almost exclusively hearing the name of Garen after he was ten years old. His father had always used the Prince of Stromgarde to inspire him and let him surpass all the heirs of the human kingdom!

"Yes, it's me. What should I call you now? When you appear here, Lordaeron is considered destroyed, right? Perhaps I should call you the Death Knight Arthas?"

"It doesn't matter! You and your kingdom will be destroyed by me!"

laugh!

Garin smiled. He liked the tough Arthas.

Garin entered the sentry post.

"Come in and talk?" Jialin invited.

Arthas hesitated.

"Do you think I need to go to such lengths to kill you, or are you afraid that you can't defeat me with Frostmourne in your hand?"

For Arthas, provocation is a very effective tactic, especially when used by Garen, the effect is outstanding.

Arthas followed Garin into the white sentry post.

But the moment he entered the sentry post, Arthas's face changed!

His mental connection with Ner'zhul was broken!