Crossing the Other World: My Warcraft System

As Arthas listened to Varimathras's arrogant words, the smile on his pale face became even wider!

Correct!

That's it!

The louder you scream now, the more severe the beating you will receive later!

Arthas felt so happy!

More than a year!

He has been enduring these demons who have been bossing him around, speaking in a condescending tone and having a bad attitude for more than a year!

During that period, Kel'Thuzad's acting skills were very good, and he remained absolutely loyal to the Lich King, so he took on the task of pretending to be a submissive lapdog in front of Archimonde and these dreadlords.

But Arthas was not like that. He didn't believe he could pretend to be as perfect as Kel'Thuzad. At the same time, he couldn't help but kill those dreadlords out of anger in his heart, so he could only remain silent and stay away.

All in all, he and Kel'Thuzad were regarded as insignificant little people by the two demons!

Now the two levels have reversed, and the situation has changed!

"Demon! Your master Archimonde has been defeated by the night elves. Nothing remains of him. Your Burning Legion's plan has failed, and your death will make your defeat even more complete."

He smiled and raised Frostmourne, the runes on the sword dancing. Then the Invincible under his crotch seemed to understand his master's thoughts, and the skeleton horse rushed towards Varimathras!

"Hmph! Things won't end so quickly!" Varimathras uttered a harsh word, then opened a portal at an extremely fast speed and escaped without a trace.

The Dreadlord and the Pit Lord are two demons with opposite temperaments. The Abyss Lord is obsessed with killing, while the Dreadlord does not like to fight head-on.

Now that Valimasamo lacks intelligence, no matter what the truth is, he must first find his superior or contact other people in the legion!

The Dreadlord ran too fast and Frostmourne only hit the air.

Arthas frowned at this, but he quickly regained his good mood. The mountain of Archimonde had already fallen, and even if the dreadlord escaped today, it was only a matter of time before he would be killed.

"Kel'Thuzad, Dar'Khan, Rivendare, Melandrus, prepare the Scourge army. We have kept a low profile for too long, and the Alliance army is almost at the gates of Lordaeron!"

Arthas opened his arms, seeming to enjoy the feeling of being pressed down on his head.

"We must let the Alliance know that I am the King of Lordaeron! After all, this is my country. I was born to rule here. And I will do better than my dead father. I will conquer the eastern continent and build a new empire!"

“Hahaha… ugh!”

Arthas's arrogant laughter suddenly stopped. He opened his eyes wide and his face was distorted with pain. If he was not a Death Knight, his sweat would have been dripping like ordinary water drops at this moment.

His body collapsed on the skeletal neck of his mount, his hands tightly gripping the reins.

"what!"

A shrill roar of agony erupted from his throat.

"This pain...what's going on!"

Arthas seemed to be talking to himself, but he was actually asking the Lich King.

"Someone attacked Icecrown Citadel through a mysterious ritual."

The Lich King's spiritual connection transmitted a picture to Arthas. His real body was sitting alone in a huge cave, as if wrapped in an unnatural piece of ice. There were many cracks on the ice surface, as if someone had smashed a piece of ice from it, leaving a jagged gap.

Arthas tried to see the Lich King's appearance clearly, but the ice was too thick and it was only a blur.

Then the Lich King's voice mixed with painful howls, like a sharp blade cutting into Arthas' mind: "Danger is approaching the Frozen Throne! The power is disappearing... There is no time... You must return to Northrend immediately!"

"As you command, Master!"

Arthas' voice became hoarse due to pain!

"Rivendare, Dar'Khan, you two will guard the capital of Lordaeron until we return. Kel'Thuzad, Melandrus, you two will follow me back to Northrend!"

Arthas didn't care about anything else and immediately prepared to head north!

He must follow the Lich King's orders, and his power is still on the Lich King's side. Now that the Lich King's Frozen Throne is under attack, his power is also weakening.

He had to give up the idea of ​​defeating the alliance army.

Arthas didn't know that the culprit who attacked the Lich King and Icecrown Citadel was just south of him, in the ruins of Dalaran on the Island of Chris!

"what happened!"

Illidan roared angrily!

Not long ago, in order to avoid the pursuit of Maiev and her watchers, he chose to cross the sea to the east and leave Kalimdor, the home of the night elves.

But they didn’t expect that Kil’jaeden, the leader of the Burning Legion, would show up halfway!

Just as Garen said, Illidan's half-demonization attracted the attention of the Deceiver. This great demon believed that he could control Illidan and intended to make him his minion!

Illidan was well prepared, so it was natural for him to express his allegiance.

And Illidan’s first mission is to punish the Lich King!

Kil'jaeden almost lost all his face in order to punish the Lich King for his betrayal!

Illidan obtained information about the Lich King from Kil'jaeden and also understood the most vulnerable part of the ice surface of the Frozen Throne.

So he chose the ruins of Dalaran, which was the place where the magic network gathered, and it would be a great advantage to use it to set up the ceremony!

"It seems that the magic of the Eye of Sargeras has been interrupted!"

Next to Illidan, a Naga with a human-like upper body and a snake-like lower body took a look and came to a conclusion!

"Impossible! The energy of the Eye of Sargeras is still full, how could it be interrupted?" Illidan was a little unhappy. He had wasted a lot of time arranging this ceremony, and he had also run such a long way!

"Could it be Garin? Is there something wrong with the ritual he gave me?"

"Galin? Where is he!"

The Naga beside Illidan let out a sharp cry!

"Calm down, Lady Vashj! The Galen I'm talking about is Galen Trollbane, the Grand Lord of the Crusaders and Grand Marshal of the Alliance. Not the Galen'remar we knew in ancient times. Galen'remar perished together with Archimonde at Mount Hyjal and turned into ashes!"

Illidan rubbed his ears, expressing his dissatisfaction with Vashj's excitement.

But Vashj sneered: "A sky full of ashes? Die together?"

"So there is no definite evidence? Illidan, it seems that you don't know much about Prince Garen. Even if you and Malfurion died together, Prince Garen would not die with Archimonde. He would not easily put himself in danger. You know, he is a master of teleportation!"

Vashj had an expression as if she had seen through the truth!