The Prince of Lordaeron bravely enters Azeroth

In the Scourge base near the Arendal Bridge in Quel'Thalas, a dreadlord raised his hand to cast a spell, summoning a green circular energy, and the one communicating with him was a lich.

"Respected Lord Mal'Ganis, the high elves of Silvermoon City are truly tenacious."

"You are right, Kel'Thuzad."

"But the number of these elves is limited. They won't last long in front of the Scourge. Do you have the Book of Medivh?"

After crushing a ghoul next to him and transforming into fel energy to heal his injuries, Mal'Ganis changed the subject and asked Kel'Thuzad about the situation on his side.

Here in Silvermoon City, Mal'Ganis has already come up with a plan to break the city, and it will be captured soon.

But he was very curious about the situation in Kel'Thuzad.

I have already reached the enemy's city gate, you wouldn't have failed to even take a step out of the city gate of Lordaeron's royal city.

If it is really as I think, Kel'Thuzad, you are too incompetent now. Perhaps the position of the Archlich should be replaced by someone else.

"Lord Mal'Ganis, we are still advancing, but we are encountering a little trouble."

"We encountered fierce resistance from those remnants of Lordaeron, so we did not advance very deep."

After bowing, Kel'Thuzad took a step back with a sinister smile and showed Mal'Ganis his achievements. Countless undead were crawling out of the corpses.

He was not doing nothing. He was taking advantage of the Scourge and continuously eroding the Alliance's manpower in Lordaeron.

But now the Scourge is still under the control of the Burning Legion, and he has to be humble and submit to the demons.

However, he believed that these demons would eventually turn against him. The fact that he was unable to eliminate the remaining forces in Lordaeron was the best proof of this.

If Mal'Ganis continues to be so arrogant, he will regret it. Silvermoon City is not an easy bone to chew.

"At present, we are still within the capital of Lordaeron, but I believe the Scourge will definitely..."

"The Scourge followed me and reached Silvermoon City in just three days, but you are still entrenched in Lordaeron and cannot make any progress."

Mal'Ganis pointed his sharp nails at Kel'Thuzad and became angry when he learned of the other party's situation.

If Arthas hadn't suddenly stopped the massacre, would I have needed to resurrect you? Lich, don't push your luck.

Like him, the author, who was sitting at his computer desk, always felt something was wrong, so he took some time out and replayed the Arthas-Human campaign.

After careful consideration, he also became angry. He could only find a way to fill the holes in the Eastern Kingdoms plot of the campaign by himself. He regretted having arranged this timeline before.

If I had known earlier, I shouldn't have resurrected Kel'Thuzad so early. It's all his own fault... In this timeline, Arthas didn't massacre the city, and there was no need to go north to Northrend. Why did Kel'Thuzad, who had just died, have to be resurrected using the Sunwell?

"Lich, you know the rules of the Burning Legion. Don't try to challenge the rules."

"Sir, I will immediately dispatch troops to attack and try to capture Dalaran within two months."

Kel'Thuzad pretended to be terrified and trembled all over. He kowtowed to Mal'Ganis and apologized to the Nathrezim, seeking forgiveness from them.

When you captured the capital of Lordaeron before and now you have reached Silvermoon City, you were just using blitzkrieg to catch the enemy off guard.

The battles we are fighting are all positional battles. Even though the remaining forces of Lordaeron are leaderless and fighting on their own, this is still a tough nut to crack.

If the Scourge were not numerous enough, and its elite troops could barely support multi-line operations after taking the capital of Lordaeron, I might not be able to hold on.

I was counting on you to bring down the Sunwell and summon Lord Archimonde, but you chose to use the Book of Medivh to summon him.

My remains are not seriously corrupted. You have resurrected me, haven't you? I don't need the energy of the Sunwell to be resurrected.

So, what is the Sunwell used for? The Lich King and I are very curious.

"I only give you one month, Kel'Thuzad."

"If you don't get the Book of Medivh during this period, I will personally send you off."

"Your wishes are followed, Lord Mal'Ganis."

After receiving the "ultimatum" issued by Mal'Ganis, Kel'Thuzad trembled even more violently and knelt down.

But his heart was already filled with hatred, and he would definitely avenge today's humiliation someday.

"Incompetent lich, I hope you can bring good news next time."

Having said that, Mal'Ganis snorted coldly, then immediately disconnected from Kel'Thuzad and took the initiative to end the routine conversation.

If I didn't have the responsibility to supervise the Scourge, I wouldn't care about your situation every day.

Kel'Thuzad, rather than letting you waste the Sunwell's energy, we should use its power to summon more of the Burning Legion.

In this process, we, the Nathrezim, can reasonably intercept some of the Sunwell's energy to contribute to the advancement of the Emperor's cause.

Don't you want to become more powerful? I have fulfilled your wish. You are now the same as you were after being baptized by the power of the Sunwell.

My brothers, Tichondrius, Mephistroth, and Balnazzar have all made careful calculations. Don't even think about coveting the power of the Sunwell. It has more important uses.

"Desex, have the ground troops assembled?"

"We are assembled, Mal'Ganis. We are at your disposal at any time."

"Zifen, have the air support units been integrated with the rest of the air force?"

"Integration is complete, my brother, we are ready to regain air superiority at any time."

Mal'Ganis was very satisfied after hearing the summary of the military situation of the two Nathrezim brothers.

He put his hands behind his back and turned to look at the lich who was kneeling behind him, silently waiting for his orders.

The lich was very loyal, and seeing his attitude, Mal'Ganis was even more satisfied.

With the help of these three subordinates, Mal'Ganis would have no worries about not being able to capture Silvermoon City in one fell swoop and complete his plan.

"Odin Frostbane, make sure that all command networks and supply channels are unobstructed when our troops launch a full-scale attack. Got it?"

"Sir, we in the Curse Sect have already done the relevant work and are just waiting for your orders."

Hearing Mal'Ganis' question, Odin lowered his head even more and replied to Mal'Ganis more respectfully.

He considered his boss, Kel'Thuzad, to be a lesson for him.

He saw that Mal'Ganis just casually pointed his finger into the air, and even such a powerful lich trembled with fear on his face.

Fortunately, during this period of time, I have been meticulous and fulfilled the instructions issued by Lord Mal'Ganis diligently, otherwise the consequences would be disastrous.

If they were not Nathrezim, they would be exploited by them. In addition, the Burning Legion looked down on them, the Scourge, so most of the undead were just cannon fodder.

Many demons of the Burning Legion are so inhumane that Odin Frostbane is so afraid of them.

He went to great lengths to become a lich not to become a chess piece that could be discarded at any time, but to become a superior person, to hold power, and to be the master of all things.

Unfortunately, reality always wakes him up and tells him that his status is not high enough and his power is not strong enough.

When villagers are oppressed by nobles, when undead are oppressed by wizards, when liches are oppressed by demons.

No matter what position he holds, he is unlucky and still seems to be the one being exploited after working so hard to get to the top.

But when Odin feels that he is being exploited, what can the undead he is exploiting say?

People are in different positions and at different heights, so they naturally think different things and encounter different problems. What is so different about the way things are in this world?

"My loyal subordinate, Odin Frostbane."

"I've seen what you've done recently, and you've done very well."

"You completed the task to a high standard and high requirement, even exceeding the standard lines and key points I set before."

Noticing his lich subordinate acting like this, Mal'Ganis walked up to him and helped him up with a little effort.

What you need is power and status, and I can give you all of these. How can you be so afraid of me because of such a small thing?

Lich, don't be afraid. I have seen your work attitude and ability during this period. I don't mind giving you corresponding power.

The stronger your power is, the better I can manage the Scourge. I am generous in giving you power because what you see is completely different from what we see.

"Lord Mal'Ganis, I am extremely honored to work for you. This is only what I should do."

"No need to be so hypocritical, Odin. I will give you the power you want."

Before he finished speaking, two Nathrezim, Desex and Zifin, stepped forward and poured a large amount of death power into Odin Frostpoison's body.

They are happy to grant more power to the loyal servants of the Nathrezim, and as long as the power can be used more efficiently, they will give it generously to their men.

"Power, such a powerful force, I am honored."

"Very good, your power has become stronger, and I have more important responsibilities for you."

"From now on, the psychics of our unit will be under your full control."

"If any of your men disobey you, you can deal with them as you wish."

"Great master! Your humble servant, Odin Frostbane, will always serve you."

The lich, who had gained power, knelt down before Mal'Ganis again. He understood that everything he had was given by Mal'Ganis, and the master could take it back at any time.

Dear master, please forgive my previous offense. I shouldn't have speculated on your intentions.

Seeing that the lich had become more loyal, Mal'Ganis laughed, shook his right hand slightly, and began to communicate with another servant.

"Dar'Khan Drathir, what have you considered? Our patience is limited."

“You see, the more you do, the more you contribute.”

"For us, the power and authority you desire are only within your reach."

Facing this high elf mage who had helped him a lot, Mal'Ganis was aware of his hesitation.

Once he embarked on the path of the Scourge, Dal'Khan's fate was sealed and he had no choice but to betray Quel'Thalas.

Whatever his plans, he could not escape Mal'Ganis's clutches.

The devil knew Dalkan's urgent needs, but he didn't know what the devil really wanted.

The betrayer must be prepared to bear the consequences of betrayal. He is not powerful enough but very arrogant. Mal'Ganis is very happy to see the tragic death of the betrayer.

"My great and supreme master! My subordinates and I are ready."

Dalkan, who is in Silvermoon City, also knows that what he has done will basically lead to a dead end.

But this did not prevent him from firmly believing in the power of the Sunwell. When he obtained that power, he would destroy these invaders and become a hero of Quel'Thalas.

He surpassed the Sunstrider royal family and led his family to become the new royal family of the Quel'dorei.

Before joining the Scourge, he would not have betrayed Quel'Thalas if the elders of his tribe had not been unwilling to abdicate and allow him to gain the power of a senator.

Becoming a Councillor of Silvermoon is but a small step toward becoming a Grand Magister, and similarly, gaining power over the Sunwell is but a small step toward becoming King of the Quel'dorei.

After seeing the power of the Scourge and with Mal'Ganis' promise, he became more ambitious.

"Very good, go and complete your plan and welcome the arrival of the Legion."

"I obey your commands, my most powerful master."

As soon as these words were spoken, the image of communication between the demon and its servants was automatically closed, and Mal'Ganis simply wiped his claws lightly.

"You have all done well. Let us gather our troops and launch a general attack on Silvermoon City."

After completing his pre-war work, Mal'Ganis, with his hands behind his back again, turned to look at his three most trusted lieutenants, pointed at the castle in the distance, and loudly gave the order for a general attack.

"Desex, Zifein, you will follow me and lead the charge. Let's try to capture Silvermoon City in one go."

"Odin Frostbane, do as we agreed before and complete your job."

"As you command, my brother (master)."

"You want to attack Silvermoon City? Mal'Ganis, have you asked us?"

Arthas and Jaina, who had knocked two large bats flying, endured the negative effects and came here with weapons.

"Arthas, this is impossible. You should be on your way to Kalimdor. How could you..."

"We are protected by the Holy Light! Nothing is impossible."

"Since you have come here to die, we will grant your wish."

"Everyone come together and kill them."

"Yes, my brother (master)."

"I want to eat... kill..."

"Tear your flesh... into pieces..."

So, under the cover of two stitched monsters and a group of ghouls, Mal'Ganis retreated to a distance with his three lieutenants and began to command the undead army to besiege Arthas.

They are not stupid. In this situation, anyone who dares to charge into the enemy camp with two people must have some backup plan. They would use their troops to test the enemy first and then give the enemy a fatal blow.

"Monster, taste the purifying power of holy light!"

"Monster, enjoy the power of winter!"