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Volume 2: Travel Notes on the Eastern Kingdom Chapter 338: ¡°Sister-in-law¡±

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    Time flies by, and when the ice and snow of Kalimdor begin to melt, nearly two months have passed since the "King's Good Friday".

    Northrend.

    Thousands of miles of ice and howling wind and snow.

    "The strange thing is that when Alsace saw this extremely cold land again, he actually felt like he was going home.

    As the coastline of Howling Fjord came into view, Arthas recalled the first time he set foot on this land. His heart was filled with the pain of being betrayed by Jaina and Uther, and even more so that he was forced to  What Stratholme did was painful.

    And so much happened next, it seemed like a whole lifetime had passed.

    At that time, he came with vengeance in order to turn his people into the walking zombie Dread Lord Mel'Ganis. Now, he himself is the master of those zombies, an associate of Kel'Thuzad, and a servant of the Lich King.  ¡­

    "It's strange that fate can be so twisty.

    He felt cold then, but felt nothing now.

    The same goes for his loyal followers; death dulls their senses.  Only those necromancers who are still alive need to wear warm clothes on their weak and thin bodies when anchoring the ship to resist the screaming, sharp wind and slowly falling snowflakes.

    Alsace walked stiffly from the rowboat to the shore.  He may not feel the cold here, but his strength and stamina are exhausted.  As soon as his feet touched the ground, Arthas felt his presence - the Lich King.

    Not just in his mind, not just talking to him through Frostmourne.  Although the faint flash of the rune sword was slightly brighter.  No, Arthas could feel him¡ªhis master's presence here, which he had not been able to detect before.  Beyond that, there's the tingling feeling of something threatening.

    He turned towards his subordinates who had followed him to the shore - ghouls, ghosts, wraiths, abominations, gargoyles and necromancers, as well as most of the death knights:

    "We have to move quickly." Arthas ordered loudly: "The Lich King is under threat. We must get to the Frozen Throne quickly!"

    "No! You can't go anywhere, Arthas!"

    ¡°It¡¯s all over here!¡±

    A cold voice sounded from a ridge behind the death knight.  The calm voice, which seemed to have no emotion, was mixed with soaring anger, hatred and a trace of regret?

    The familiar voice made Alsace's pupils shrink.  With an undetectable tremor all over his body, he quickly pulled out Frostmourne, his pupils narrowed slightly, and he turned to look in the direction of the sound.

    "Terenas and Uther probably never imagined until their death that they would raise a patricide and treasonous beast like you!"

    A cold voice.  In the old voice, the tone of hatred and regret is getting stronger and stronger:

    "You were once a prince, Arthas! But you betrayed your father, your mentor, your subordinates and your people!"

    "Turn back! Before it's too late!"

    The scolding was almost a roar.  Arthas's hands clenching Frostmourne tightened and tightened with the heart-wrenching words of anger, just like his heart that he thought was as solid as a rock but was twitching violently at the moment.

    "Ah, His Majesty King Daelin Proudmoore."

    Barely suppressing the feeling of weakness in his body, Alsace greeted him with a smile as if meeting an old friend he hadn't seen for a long time.  It's just that under the smiling expression, the puzzled and solemn expression is not completely concealed.

    "As the king of Kul Tiras, if you don't patrol your sea territory, why are you here in Northrend? Are you preparing to join this world of the dead?"

    The person who came was none other than a certain admiral who was accidentally captured and coerced by a certain time-travelling man.

    ??After all, in a sense.  Admiral Daelin was not only a close friend of Alsace's father during his lifetime, he almost became the death knight's father-in-law

    If there is anyone in Azeroth today who has the qualifications to reprimand Arthas, who has become the number two natural disaster figure and has been promoted to a hero-level master, like educating "juniors", then there is only this old man with a stoic and stubborn character.  .

    Strictly speaking, Admiral Dai Lin is already a lot older.  But that fiery temper has not calmed down as time goes by, and is even worse than that of a young man like Old Tang.

    Arthas's indifferent response and ridicule, as well as his self-destructive choice, completely angered the old admiral.

    "forYou will fall for the slightest bit of evil power Arthas, you disappoint me so much!

    "No! Your depraved behavior has made everyone who once trusted you, respected you, and had high hopes for you feel sad and even heartbroken!"

    ? ? ? ? ? ? Slowly drew out the sword of the generalissimo that was carried on his back.  Daelin Proudmoore suppressed the complicated emotions in his heart and made a last-ditch effort to scold and persuade, hoping that the death knight would wake up.  Even though the Admiral himself knew that the possibility was slim

    "Look at what you are like now, partnering with evil, walking with sinblaspheming the dead, betraying your subjectsNow you have degenerated into the evil heretic you once swore to fight for life! You have become what you once swore to completely  The existence of annihilation!¡±

    "I still remember the day you were ordained and joined the Silver Hand. The prince of Lordaeron finally grew into a man who can shoulder heavy responsibilities!"

    The more he spoke, the angrier he became. The admiral's face was filled with unwillingness, shame, regret and regret: "Arthas Menethil has become an honorable and upright man just like his subjects expected."  The paladin!"

    "I still remember the resonant hymns and the solemn hall of Light's Hope Chapel under the shining of the Holy Light!"

    "I still remember that the heroic spirits of the martyrs once blessed you, and the merciful holy light brought you glory!"

    "I still remember Terenas, your father, stroking your cheek and showing a happy smile!"

    "I still remember the firm look in Uther's eyes when Uther, your mentor, personally handed the warhammer into your hands!"

    "I still remember you when you were still young. After being baptized, you held high the power of Menethil and swore to protect the weak with sword and shield and defend justice with holy light!"

    By the end of the sentence, the admiral, whose anger aroused in his chest, roared angrily, and his words were deafening.

    "But what about now, Alsace? What about now!!!"

    "That's enough, old man! You talk too much nonsense!"

    He almost used up all his strength to burst into a roar.  Alsace interrupted the admiral's question almost angrily.  Fragments of memories came one after another, and the familiar and warm scenes replayed in Arthas' mind over and over again, almost shaking the death knight's mind.

    But.  The admiral seemed unable to see Alsace's murderous eyes, and continued to blurt out questions and cross-examinations

    "Humility, compassion, bravery, justice, honesty, sacrifice, honor, spirit!"

    "Have you forgotten the oath you made to the Holy Light at the Holy Light's Hope Chapel?"

    "Answer me. Alsace!"

    "Where is your oath? Where is your conscience?"

    ¡°Ah~~~~¡±

    The death knight let out a pitiful roar and howl, and the huge pain hit him like a tide again.  Arthas's mind ached like a knife.

    "I've had enough of this old man's pedantic and stupid remarks, block those deceptions, my most loyal servant!"

    In the background of the blood-red curtain, the cold and cruel voice of the Lich King sounded in the death knight's mind more clearly than ever before:

    "Kill him, transform him into a death knight, and bring him to me!"

    "When he joins us, he will understand how ridiculous his persistence is at this moment!"

    "Kill him! Arthas! Kill him!"

    The admiral's question and the Lich King's order were fighting over and over again in Arthas' mind. At this moment, the death knight looked ferocious.

    "Oath? Conscience?"

    ?????????????????????????????????????????????? A sarcastic expression emerged from the trembling mind of the Death Knight, and he replied disdainfully: "Those things you cherish will only make me weaker! Only power, strong power is worth it.  Trust and rely on!¡±

    "And you stupid person don't understand the power I'm looking for at all!"

    Frostmourne is raised high, like a hunting banner.  Alsace stared at the admiral's old but powerful body with blood-red eyes, and shouted loudly:

    "So, Daelin Proudmoore, today you will experience death and rebirth! I, Arthas Menethil, will lead you to have true power and restore the origin of this world in front of you!"

    When the death knight is struggling.  The admiral even had a last glimmer of hope in his heart, but Arthas' determination and cruelty finally shattered Daelin Proudmoore's last illusion

      "Unrepentant!"

    "There is no cure!"

    The admiral's expression calmed down, and his cold and serious voice sounded across the beach:

    "The path is yours to choose, Patricide!"

    "And today, all evil will end again!"

    "My lord!" As soon as the admiral finished speaking, a necromancer pointed his finger in the distance and shouted.  Arthas looked in the direction indicated by the Necromancer, and it was this glance that made the death knight's eyes suddenly freeze.

    Through the falling snow, he saw a large number of human soldiers wearing Kul Tiran naval uniforms suddenly appearing among the surrounding mountains and snow hills.  Thousands of black muskets and crossbows have been pointed at the undead natural disasters all over the coast.

    With the admiral's sword swung, a hail of bullets rained down from the sky.

    The overwhelming arrows and bullets fell among the charging undead, seeming to be as dense as snowflakes.  However, most of the undead did not fall. As long as they did not hit their vital points, the punctures of arrows and bullets had no effect on them.

    "Disaster of the Undead, move forward!"

    Alsace charged on horseback. For the invincible skeleton war horse, the rain of arrows in the sky was also no threat.  Frostmourne is hungry and thirsty, as if it wants to draw energy from every living and shining soul it devours, and Arthas is no different.

    This is a battle with a huge disparity in military strength.

    ???????????????? The one with a weak military strength is actually the Scourge Legion, which has always been known for its large number of cannon fodder

    The rebellion in Lordaeron greatly reduced the number of troops under Arthas. The Sea of ??the Undead, which the Scourge had always been proud of, was unable to function in the face of the nearly 20,000 Kul Tiran naval interception force.

    But when Frostmourne in the death knight's hand had cut open the neck of a naval officer and drank blood, among the noise of the battle, Arthas heard a voice coming from the hills in front, low and cold.  Like Northrend itself.

    "For the sake of the Scourge, move forward! Kill them in the name of Ner'zhul!"

    Reinforcements are coming!

    They are just reinforcements for the undead natural disaster (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to (.) to vote for recommendations and monthly votes. Your support is my biggest motivation.)

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