Arthas entered the palace, having written to his father in advance, requesting a private conversation after his return. Terenas also wished to hear from his son about the Culling of Stratholme and his experiences in Northrend.
Therefore, when Arthas entered the throne room, he saw only the aged and frail Terenas sitting on the throne. The hall was empty, with only a few palace guards standing at the edges.
Arthas approached the throne and knelt respectfully, Frostmourne planted before him, its tip resting on the family crest carved into the stone floor.
It was as if a son were offering his final apology to his father.
Arthas strode forward, raised Frostmourne, and plunged it into his father's heart, imprisoning his father's soul within the blade.
Frostmourne greedily absorbed the soul of a king…
"One day, I will grow old… and you will be crowned king…"
Terenas had always known that his end would come, but he never imagined that his life would be ended not by old age or illness, but by a filial stab to the heart from his own son, Arthas.
"Father, your throne is mine now!"
The surrounding guards noticed the anomaly, but it was too late. Falric and Marwyn, who had entered the throne room with Arthas, struck, instantly killing six guards.
Arthas straightened Terenas's body, seating him upright on the throne.
He then descended the steps, raising Frostmourne: "A feast of slaughter! Let it begin!"
The death army that Arthas had stationed outside the city immediately surged forth, inflicting heavy casualties on the city's northern defense forces. The thousand men who had entered the city with the prince also began their massacre, throwing the palace into chaos.
Caught in a pincer attack, Lordaeron descended into madness. The once bustling squares and streets became slaughterhouses overflowing with blood. The welcoming ceremony turned into a brutal massacre, and these people would become the Lich King's new subjects.
The dead citizens quickly and shakily rose again, raising butcher knives to strike down their loved ones from moments before. According to the Lich King's plan, the entire city of Lordaeron, with its four hundred thousand soldiers and civilians, would be slaughtered by the undead army Arthas brought back. Arthas would then use this army of hundreds of thousands to snowball across the entire northern continent.
Once the northern continent fell, the undead army would have at least two million soldiers. If the dead buried in Lordaeron over the millennia were added, this undead tide would be even larger!
At that point, whether attacking the high elves to the north or Stormgarde and Gilneas to the south, it would be a piece of cake!
After he ruled Northrend and the Eastern Kingdoms, he would kill all the dreadlords that Kil'jaeden had placed beside him to monitor him, and then seal off Azeroth to become the ruler of an undead world!
Ner'zhul was either betraying or secretly plotting betrayal…
Please forgive his lifelong unruliness and love of freedom.
Ner'zhul focused his main energy on the slaughtering troops, using his mental power to meticulously control every undead. Arthas, carrying Frostmourne, left the Lordaeron capital and came to a farm.
The family of three in the farm were already dead, but Arthas did not conscript them into the Scourge army, but allowed them to achieve simple, true death.
At the edge of the farm, there was a tomb that had been built for a long time, the grave was covered with green grass, and the writing on the wooden tombstone was so familiar.
In the midst of his busy schedule, Ner'zhul, who was switching back and forth between screens to control every Scourge soldier, cast a hurried glance at Arthas.
"You possess the power to achieve your desires, do what you want to do!"
A low, aged voice echoed in Arthas's mind, and then he firmly grasped Frostmourne, black death energy condensing on the runeblade before shooting into the tomb.
"Arise! Invincible!"
Arthas felt the power of death connect him to the skeleton in the tomb. As he joyfully shouted these words, the tomb exploded, dirt flying everywhere.
Then, four long, bony legs kicked out, and the head of a foal emerged from the soil.
"Invincible, I helped you come into this world, and I helped you leave this world. Today, you and I will both be reborn!"
Red flames burned in the warhorse's skull, and its long-rotted vocal cords emitted a whinny.
Tears actually flowed down Arthas's frozen face. Invincible's death had a great impact on him. Now that he had obtained the power of undead resurrection, he could not wait to awaken his beloved horse again!
He refused to admit that Invincible's death was his fault. This was just fate. Invincible was waiting for him to awaken him!
"Tsk tsk tsk, a horse, what is this? Is this a human-ghost romance, or a beastly one?" A chuckle came.
"If Terenas knew that his son valued a horse more than him, he would probably suffer in Frostmourne for days."
"Who's there! Show yourself!"
Galen stepped out from behind a large tree, behind which was a white marble watchtower!
When?
Arthas remembered that there was no such building when he entered the farm just now!
He wasn't angry at Arthas's words. He understood the mentality of people like Arthas who craved power. At this time, Arthas was like a certain Sasuke who wanted to kill his brother for revenge, only respecting power. He respected those who were stronger than him, and called those who were weaker than him pathetic mortals…
Just a pitiful person, now even his autonomous activities according to his own will are restricted, what is there for Galen to be angry about.
"It's you! Galen Trollbane!"
Arthas raised Frostmourne, as if the artifact could give him infinite confidence.
It was just that the man opposite him had too great a reputation!
The Alliance's ever-victorious general, the number one paladin. After Arthas turned ten, he practically grew up listening to Galen's name. His father had always used the prince of Stromgarde to encourage him, to make him surpass all the heirs of the human kingdoms!
"Yes, it's me. What should I call you now? When you appear here, Lordaeron is probably finished, right? Perhaps I should call you Death Knight Arthas?"
"It doesn't matter! You and your kingdom will be destroyed by me!"
Galen laughed. He liked Arthas so tough.
Galen entered the watchtower.
"Come in and talk?" Galen invited.
Arthas hesitated.
"Do you think I need to go to such lengths to kill you, or are you afraid that you can't beat me even with Frostmourne?"
The tactic of provoking was very effective against Arthas, especially when Galen used it, the effect was excellent.
Arthas followed Galen into the white watchtower.
However, the moment he entered the watchtower, Arthas's face changed!
His mental connection with Ner'zhul was severed!