This dreadlord was called Tichondrius, and he was the leader of all dreadlords.
He was ordered to Azeroth, mainly responsible for monitoring the Lich King Ner'zhul and ensuring that the latter fully obeyed the Burning Legion's interests, while also assisting the Lich King in opening the portal to welcome Archimonde and the Burning Legion into Azeroth.
Recently, Tichondrius wasn't in a good mood. Although the Lich King's plan in Lordaeron was going smoothly, it was costing him his dreadlord subordinates!
Balnazzar, responsible for monitoring Prince Galen of Stromgarde, later lost contact with Tichondrius.
Mal'Ganis was responsible for attracting Arthas's hatred, luring him to maximize the hatred in his heart to corrupt the paladin, but after the Stratholme massacre, he disappeared!
Detheroc, after Mal'Ganis disappeared, was responsible for impersonating him and continuing to lure Arthas into corruption, but was killed by Frostmourne and returned to the Twisting Nether.
Damn it, except for Detheroc, they've all disappeared!
Including Mephistroth, who was summoned by Sargeras ten years ago to Azeroth to punish Gul'dan, their dreadlords had lost three generals in Azeroth!
It would be fine if they died, at most they would just wait to be resurrected in the Twisting Nether, but their souls did not return to the Twisting Nether, so the biggest possibility is that they were trapped, or captured and imprisoned!
Tichondrius, who was not in a good mood, did not have a good tone when he saw Arthas.
"I am Tichondrius, like Mal'Ganis, a dreadlord, but I am not your enemy."
Arthas had already received the Lich King's notice about the appearance of the dreadlord, instructing him to obey Tichondrius's dispatch.
His direct allegiance now was not to the Lich King, but to a dreadlord under the Lich King's command. This was also a kind of irony, but it did not cause any trouble to Arthas.
Seeing that Arthas did not have much reaction, Tichondrius was a little annoyed, but he had to make this death knight obey him, after all, there were not many dreadlords who followed him into Azeroth, and he needed manpower to complete the task of summoning Archimonde!
So Tichondrius pointed to Frostmourne and said: "This runeblade you are using was forged by our clan a long time ago. The Lich King further strengthened it, giving it the ability to steal souls. Your soul was the first trophy it stole."
This sentence had the suspicion of sowing discord, and various emotions erupted in Arthas's heart, and the voice in his heart made him upset: We sacrificed our souls, but the people of Lordaeron were still not saved!
Arthas stared at Frostmourne in his hand, forcibly suppressing various emotions. His soul was in the sword, but he didn't care!
Not only did he not care, but he also had to find a way to obliterate the voice in his heart, because he could not allow weakness to grow in his heart, which was like gangrene on the flesh, and if left unchecked, it would devour him.
Tichondrius noticed the struggle in Arthas's eyes, and he was satisfied with his actions.
"Alright, death knight, let's continue north, you are responsible for resurrecting Kel'Thuzad, and I am responsible for obtaining the energy of the Sunwell to summon Lord Archimonde!"
"Azeroth will once again usher in the doomsday brought by the Legion!"
Although Tichondrius was complacent, he knew that this task was not easy.
He needed a huge amount of energy to open the portal.
After all, Azeroth was not a planet where one could come and go as they pleased.
She had a large enchantment, similar to an atmosphere, enveloping the entire planet. This was a protective barrier set up for Azeroth by several titans of the Titan Pantheon, which could isolate enemies from the Twisting Nether.
The large enchantment was like a fishing net, allowing small fish and shrimps of the Burning Legion to find cracks in the large enchantment and sneak into Azeroth, but Big Brother s like Archimonde would be isolated outside the large enchantment.
Opening the portal was the only feasible solution.
But Archimonde was too strong, and to open a portal that could accommodate this Big Brother, the energy required was massive, so the high elf's magic source became their target.
It was precisely because the Scourge had the more important mission of summoning Archimonde that the refugee gathering places in Lordaeron were able to survive.
In fact, the high elves had long known that a great change had occurred in their south, and a terrible plague was spreading throughout the human kingdom, but the high elves had always believed that their homeland was safe.
However, in the past three months, the Sun King issued an emergency evacuation order, requiring all people to evacuate to Silvermoon City!
This was undoubtedly a slap in the face of the Silvermoon Council, making it clear that they did not trust the newly reinforced Ban'dinoriel Barrier!
Local nobles took the lead in ignoring this order. The proud high elves would not hide in the city because of unconfirmed rumors!
More than ten years ago, Quel'Thalas had repelled the attacks of red dragons, orcs, and trolls. They felt that they could do it again, and the spread of the plague only occurred in human territory. As long as they maintained the barrier, the plague would definitely not spread to their kingdom.
After all, in the past ten years, the Silvermoon Council had increased the barrier tax, and the Grand Magisters of Silvermoon City had to spend two months each year maintaining and inspecting the barrier.
When Galen led the Templar Order's two thousand paladins, as well as one thousand three hundred royal guards and two thousand three hundred knights to Fairbreeze Village, Kael'thas informed him that there were still more than one hundred thousand high elves in the Eversong Woods who had failed to obey the order to enter Silvermoon City.
"Is this the legendary stubbornness that is hard to persuade?"
Galen sneered in his heart, the high elves' useless arrogance...
Galen didn't understand how this mentality of "heaven is the boss, earth is the second, and we are the third" appeared in high elf society?
Was it led by the extravagant nobles who were obsessed with infighting?
Or was it inherent in the high elves, inherited from the high elf nobles of ten thousand years ago?
Knowing that their entire kingdom had a population of less than one million...
And Arthas, along the way, had gathered a million undead, especially after Arthas arrived in Eastweald, more than one hundred thousand undead poured out from the silent eastern district of Stratholme, joining Arthas's army under the leadership of Baron Rivendare!
Your population base is not even comparable to the cannon fodder of others. What do you use to resist the undead Scourge?
Do you really think that the magic barrier can be impregnable?
The Lich King Ner'zhul was a top spellcaster, Kel'Thuzad was once the most promising mage in Dalaran, plus Tichondrius, the leader of a dreadlord, wouldn't they have a way to crack the magic barrier?
"So, are you going to abandon those two hundred thousand people?" Galen asked the most pointed question.
Kael'thas said with a firm face: "No, when the undead really attack the Eversong Woods, they will choose to evacuate."
"Then, what is the cost?"
Galen didn't understand what the Sunstrider family was thinking.
Big brother, you are all preparing to kill all the members of the Silvermoon Council and then reimplement the monarchy, and now you are still playing this game?
Don't you understand forced relocation?
They will understand when disaster comes!
"The high elf army is fearless. The Sunfury Legion and the Sunhawk Legion have already moved into Tranquillien, and the Farstrider forces have also set off for the Gate of Quel'Thalas!"
Galen was stunned, reached out and grabbed Kael'thas's wrist: "What did you say? The rangers of the Farstriders are guarding the gate? Who is in command?"
"Ranger-General, Sylvanas!"
"Damn it! Crap!"
(Bro how did you forget?)