The Prince of Lordaeron bravely enters Azeroth

"Lich King Arthas, do you think you are humorous?"

A distinguished guest suddenly appeared and touched Arthas' shoulder.

Out of kindness, he also helped his funny smile point helmet, actively dissipated.

Arthas turned around slowly and seriously, dismounted and bowed his head and said, "Lord Tichondrius, it turns out that you are here?"

"Well, yes, I am here."

Slowly retracting his hand, Tichondrius, now a 1.9-meter-tall blond human heavy knight in silver armor and without a cape, cooperated and spoke.

The next second, Tichondrius took off his helmet and said, "Death Knight, I have a question."

"Yes, Lord Tichondrius."

Looking up at the fake human who was neither tall nor short, Arthas said, "I have discovered a major problem."

"When we were unaware, the evil shadow force quietly invaded us."

"We cannot underestimate the threat of the Old Gods of Azeroth. They are the greatest enemies of our Burning Legion, their servants!"

"By the way, has my husband, your father, always been like this?"

Rubbing the doll in her hand, Jaina lowered her head and asked her little military advisor, "Speak back, my child."

Lying in the arms of her mother, who was also lying prone, Christina covered her belly and did not move at all.

The person next to her learns very quickly, but it is true that it is difficult to change one's nature!

"Let me go, I want to sit on your head!"

"No, I'm afraid of you..."

"Shut up, I'm not going to pee my pants!"

Tapping the kid's belly, Jaina said, "Then."

"Next time, remember not to knock it over..."

Slurp, slurp, Christina took the opportunity to grab the straw and sucked up all the hot milk that was "spilled" beside Gianna.

This is hers, but it's not...itchy, um~

"It seems you know a lot about the Burning Legion, Death Knight Arthas."

“It has always been an honor to serve the Corps.”

Holding down Kel'Thuzad's shoulders to make his soul body continue to solidify, Arthas, with his no longer invisible soul, respectfully responded to Tichondrius.

No matter how much you pretend, you are all destined to be teammates who will rebel against Ner'zhul in the future.

"In order to obtain information about the Legion, I even volunteered to embark on this promising northern expedition."

Hearing the Death Knight say this, Tichondrius felt that it was necessary for him to show enough sincerity.

Pulling out a trace of shadow power from his ear out of thin air, Tichondrius slowly drew it out and placed it in front of Arthas.

After draining away the shadow power that did not belong to him, Tichondrius said, "Yes, you are right."

"Without us realizing it, these powers attached to our bones have already sneaked into our bodies."

"In this current battlefield, you are one of the lucky ones who has not been 'infiltrated' by these forces."

After speaking with full sincerity, Tichondrius crushed the shadow with one hand and said, "I am also aware of your doubts."

"But in order to ensure that the plan goes smoothly, what about acting according to His will?"

After hearing Tichondrius' kind explanation, not only was Kel'Thuzad stunned, but the smile on Arthas' face also froze.

He didn't understand, now that this demigod demon had discovered it, why should he continue to follow the destined plot?

As a strong man, he not only does not have any arrogance or arrogance of a strong man, but instead uses his suspicious character to conform to the "general trend".

However, in different worlds, the strong have certain specific immunities.

When the legendary paladin cannot stop the erosion of the shadow, but the demigod demon can stop the shadow... it's wrong.

If the timing and plot are consistent, then Tichondrius was originally sent with the mission of "advancing the plot".

If you think in this way, you will have other people to help you complete the task and it will be effortless to complete the task.

Knowing this outcome, why don't the loyal servants of the Normal Emperor take advantage of this unexpected surprise and wait for the fruits of their labor to come?

Putting himself in the perspective of Tichondrius, and supplemented with some appropriate views, Arthas suddenly felt...

"Arthas Menethil, you are right about the surface level of your thoughts, but there is something deeper."

Putting on his helmet again, Knight Tichondrius said in all his heroic spirit: "You...didn't guess what I was thinking."

"Now, I don't have that much time to give you more time to think about this."

"Before we begin your next test, let me ask you a question."

Looking at the two "dead", Tichondrius said: "Holy Light."

"Now that you have the Holy Light again, do you really think that what you have been doing is in line with the 'justice' that you uphold in your heart?"

Through this question, Arthas realized that this Dreadlord Overseer was too dedicated to his job.

Not only is he deeply troubled by the Shadow, but he also takes the initiative to care about him, a good subordinate who is not really a subordinate.

The same goes for the questions asked. They could have been asked directly, but they had to be roundabout in order to express them in a tactful way.

As expected of the leader of the Dreadlords, he is well aware of...

"Sir, all power that can be used by oneself and will not be backfired is justice."

"What is justice? No matter what I do, if I think it is right, then it is justice!"

Arthas spoke frankly about his understanding of the Holy Light of Justice without any guilt or remorse in his heart.

This is the fact. Those injustices were done by the traitorous prince. What does it have to do with a Death Knight like him?

"It seems that even without Frostmourne, you can still achieve everything you have now. It's just a matter of time."

With a slight smile, Tichondrius said: "Your words of justice are indeed righteous words to save the country and revitalize the nation."

"I think even the Holy Light cannot reject you, an immortal executor who is dedicated to justice."

Arthas lit up the holy light in his hand and echoed, "Yes, Lord Tichondrius."

"For the justice of the Burning Legion, even the Holy Light cannot deny this glorious and bright victory."

With a slightly meaningful look at the truth-telling Death Knight, Tichondrius said, "To show your dedication and determination."

"You still need to do one thing, use the Sunwell to revive Kel'Thuzad, otherwise there will be unexpected obstacles."

Pa, pa, pa! Kel'Thuzad's shoulders were slapped loudly, and Arthas couldn't help but raise his hand to wipe the tiny tears from the corners of his eyes.

You are so right, Tichondrius is so right!

In order to show his determination to dedicate himself, he must perform diligently. No matter what obstacles are in his way, he will not panic or be afraid!

For the sake of diligence, Arthas said, "Don't worry, my lord."

"Kel'Thuzad, he has made all the decisions to take on the difficult and dangerous tasks."

Looking down at the panicked soul, Arthas laughed evilly: "Hahaha, for the Burning Legion!"

"The obstruction of the shadow is nothing. I will lead Kel'Thuzad to overthrow all obstacles that prevent the Burning Legion from coming to this world!"

Listening to remarks that sound like sarcasm but not quite sarcasm, looking at the pathetic souls who have made up their minds but haven’t, and smelling the holy “stench” that belongs to the Holy Light.

Raising his hand to hold down the Death Knight who was as tall as himself, Tichondrius praised: "If you want to do it, then do it."

"You have found Kel'Thuzad, but before the Legion descends, it wants to punish the descendants of the betrayers."

"The Legion only cares about results. The proud elves of Quel'Thalas must inherit the sins of their ancestors and pay the price for them."

"I have high hopes for you, Arthas Menethil. Your behavior is truly a role model for humanity, and you are a loyal supporter of the Holy Light."

After talking about the new test and the words of praise, Tichondrius blew away the holy light in Arthas's hand and retreated step by step.

In less than a moment, under Kel'Thuzad's "passionate and diligent" gaze that was almost asking for help, the human knight Tichondrius disappeared in a shining golden light.

After the demigod supervisor disappeared, Kel'Thuzad said in an uncontrollable voice: "Prince Arthas."

"As you prepare to attack Quel'Thalas, your legion will follow you again near the sealed elven gate."

"Not only did you find the soul of the founder of the Curse Cult, you also used your own methods to reunite the members of the Curse Cult."

"This is your reward. People with ability will get more and greater power. You are the Lich King."

Papapapa! He slapped the new soul several times. Listening to these sarcastic but complimentary remarks, Arthas laughed even more happily.

The supreme and great Holy Light is above, even the Burning Legion and the mighty representatives of the Death Legion are singing praises to you!

Without seeing the blessing of the Holy Light, Arthas had to take action with tears in his eyes, using the extremely powerful power of death in his body.

If the holy light that is always visible in other worlds does not appear, then he must work diligently for the cause of death.

Diligence and dedication start now!

"Arthas...why are you doing this?!"

Say this sentence with difficulty, fluently, surprisingly, and loudly.

Kel'Thuzad looked at the Death Knight who was holding his head with resentment.

"Old Ke, for the sake of your diligence and dedication to the Holy Light, you need to get rid of this body with only an empty soul immediately."

As he chatted with his old friend, Arthas felt that their friendship had been further enhanced!

That’s right, it’s about improvement! Continuous and in-depth research promotes progress.

This is the tacit understanding between old friends, a silent and unspoken tacit understanding!

While the old friends were chatting, Arthas broke into Kel'Thuzad's exclusive cemetery without damaging the surrounding cemeteries in the slightest.

The holy light purified this land corrupted by the power of death, but it will take a long time for the fertility of the land to recover.

"Kel'Thuzad, be diligent, be dedicated, and do not be afraid!"

Using the power of death to control the reconstructing of his old friend's skeleton, Arthas also used the power of holy light to guide his old friend's soul.

"No! My ending... shouldn't be... like this!"

The Soul Hand held the Soul Head, and Kel'Thuzad gave his speech with a "pious" but slightly labored expression.

"Want a hug? Then come and accept the embrace of the Holy Light!"

"The prophecy that Ner'zhul gave you was too boring. I always remember that it was just a shackle imposed in an instant."

With diligence and dedication, Arthas built a skeleton in the image of a certain Old C.

It's a pity that he has no life force, so he can only try to use the power of holy light to stimulate the genius and make it grow "granulation flesh".

The rotten flesh exists, but the new flesh and blood is undoubtedly the main force in removing the odor and increasing the freshness.

Throwing the soul in his hand to the new body, Arthas clasped his hands together and said, "Embrace the Holy Light, Kel'Thuzad!"

"It's time to be who you really are. Instead of being a servant of Ner'zhul, you should be your own servant."

Seeing his own body rushing towards him mercilessly, Kel'Thuzad shouted loudly: "No!"

"You can't do this, Arthas! I..."

The holy light shockwave overwhelmed the Curse Cult Pope who was about to be resurrected. Arthas accurately controlled and said: "Resurrect!"