The Prince of Lordaeron bravely enters Azeroth

"Arthas, are you really going to do that?"

"For your perceived victory and attempt, is it really necessary?"

"Sylvanas, I have to do this."

With his left hand clenched into a fist, Arthas hinted, "Whether it succeeds or not."

"You have to believe that with your help, I am 100% capable of completing it."

"Ke Xiaona: Gugu, you rely on the retrospective ability of "Reincarnation".

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"Ginana: Uh-huh... honey, without me and that button, you don't have the ability to respond.

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"Shinana: I finally understand. I can never stop his "Chuunibhumi".

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"General Xi: What dangerous thing is he going to do? And what is that chuunibyou thing I just said?"

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"Arthas Menethil, how dare you appear before me on your own initiative."

"Yes, Ner'zhul."

Facing the familiar cold environment again, Arthas held up the death shield with one hand.

This action protects the people behind him from mental intimidation and intrusion from forces that do not belong to him.

"And you, Sylvanas Windrunner."

"You never died from the beginning to the end. Do you really think I can't see that?"

"She's too lazy to answer you, loser who's about to fail again."

"Now, I am to you."

Under the watchful eyes of the teleportation assistant Sylvanas, Arthas drew out Frostmourne and said, "There is no initiative, only more initiative."

The magic sword was unsheathed, and the hilt of the demon head, the empty eyes in it lit up with cold light... blue flames were burning.

Without soul and food, it was starving and thirsty.

Being forcibly controlled and dominated by the "sword slave", it feels helpless and powerless.

But the real appetizer is a demigod soul, which spontaneously finds its true goal through repeated "adaptations".

Yes, the souls of those ants are nothing.

Devouring the soul of a demigod and taking away its soul is the path it should take.

"When you designed the plan to get me in, you should have thought about the corresponding cost."

"The price...the corresponding price?"

"Voluntarily...you did those things voluntarily, so are you qualified to talk about the so-called price of justice?!"

Inside the Lich King's frozen prison, Ner'zhul sat there leaning against his rune armor and said, "Hahahahahaha!"

"I tell you, mortal."

“When the powerful plot to frame you, you must not be angry, but be full of honor.”

"Your anger will only bring bitter consequences to those you care about. It is best to accept the gift from the strong!"

"So, you want me to swing my sword at someone weaker?"

"Cut the weaker one... Well said!"

With his cold eyes flashing, Ner'zhul said: "The weak oppress the weaker."

"The stronger oppress the stronger, and the strong oppress the weak. This is..."

"The strong swinging their swords at the stronger, is this the truth you envision?"

Sighing, Arthas looked at the ice crystal "breath" that fell on the magic sword and split it into two halves, and took a step forward.

Seeing this, Sylvanas followed closely behind, but the distance between them was still almost the same as at the beginning.

"Well said, well said."

"Only by becoming strong and having the chips at the table can you escape the fate of being weak!"

"The survival of the fittest is the core and basic rule that the living and the dead abide by."

There was no clapping action, but the applause of praise from Ner'zhul rang out in the heavy snow.

Thinking he had discovered the key to Arthas's change, Ner'zhul asked, "Is this why you disobey me?"

"The reason... you are one of the orc invaders that I, a human, hate."

Arthas swung his sword and cut off the invisible shackles that were trying to control him. He asked, "Is this a reason?"

"In your opinion, it is and it is not."

"But now that you consider yourself a strong man, do you dare to swing your sword at me, who is even stronger than you?!"

Giving "applause", Ner'zhul's voice stirred up the wind and snow, making the Frozen Throne tremble with his momentum and voice.

"No, I have always been a weak person."

“No matter how others see me, I am always a weak person inside.”

Crack, crack, crack. The solidified ice crystals attached to Frostmourne, causing it to begin to "deform".

Holding a cold knife, Arthas said: "I think I am very self-aware."

"But wielding a sword against a strong person... I am a weakling, and I would rather use a knife to kill you now."

"I am the weak one, and I will use all my 'strength' and be fully prepared to strike back at the 'strong one' who caused all this."

Emphasizing the words strength and power, Arthas approached the Frozen Throne step by step in the biting cold wind.

The cold knife in his hand deformed and became heavier as he moved forward.

But the flying snow shattered as soon as it touched, disintegrated instantly, vaporized, and became sharper.

"You are overconfident, Arthas."

"After briefly entering the world of mortal warriors for a few days, you dare to fight against the gods?"

Seeing the "number one" Death Knight under his command like this, Ner'zhul did not leave, and he could not leave.

All he could do was to intensify the spiritual and physical oppression and make Arthas "righteous" again.

In his conception, following him and obeying him is justice.

The justice he once upheld had long been abandoned by him. He was no longer the shaman, but the eerie and terrifying Lich King.

"You are a god... Is a demigod also a god?"

Only fifteen steps away from the Frozen Throne, Arthas said: "God has never been a god."

"God is defined by people. He is a being that can accomplish things that people cannot do."

"Good thoughts, evil thoughts, and all seven emotions and six desires are manifested in a demigod like you. Are you worthy of being called a god?"

Less than five steps away, Ner'zhul took over and said, "I have power, I am a god."

"No, you are human."

Raising his Frost Heavy Blade, Arthas said, "An arrogant orc."

The heavy sword fell and hit Ner'zhul's protective layer - the ice.

"You are also a poor man with an unfortunate fate."

Crack, crack, crack, the ice crystals of Frostmourne shattered, and the icy prison that sealed Ner'zhul also shattered.

Standing behind Arthas, Sylvanas "relentlessly followed" him closely, and used magic to surround herself and help him.

"Are you pitying me?"

Crack, crack, crack. Because of the entry of Frostmourne, the sealed ice was no longer under the weight and large cracks were clearly visible.

"Then I shall thank you for your pity."

With a loud bang, Frostmourne broke through the icy prison.

Crack, bang, bang, move, and around the scattered ice blocks are parts of the Lich King's "suit".

"You want power, then wear this crown, child."

Various sounds, some gentle, some sarcastic, some excited, and some desperate, surrounded Arthas' ears, and at his feet was the Crown of Domination.

When he saw it again, he had no emotion or thought, he just bent down and held it firmly with both hands.

Seeing the "master" slowly stand up, Sylvanas said: "Won't you consider it?"

"Xinana: Again, dear, is it necessary?"

There was no immediate response, no voice from Ner'zhul, and Arthas placed the crown above his head and let it float in the air.

But he didn't put his hands down immediately. He said, "I don't believe in fate."

"But I have always believed that Lich King Arthas is enough... It is my powerful posture."

"Arthas: Jaina, there's nothing to worry about. This is necessary."

Seeing Arthas walking up to the broken throne that only looked like a chair, Sylvanas nodded.

She came under the throne, ready to make a... a cold wind pushed her to his side.

At the same time, the unbreakable shield held her tightly and tenderly, with room to move and pose.

"Ginana: This is love!"

"Ke Xiaona: I just want the sense of ritual."

"General Xi: He needs witnesses."

Sitting on the ice "chair", Arthas put down the Crown of Domination and closed his eyes.

At this moment, there was no Frozen Throne that began to change, only the Frozen Throne that was as solid as a rock.

"Now, we are one."

Holding the armrests of the throne with both hands, Arthas...the Lich King opened his eyes, with a cold light in his eyes.

The moment he opened his eyes, a powerful aura swept across the Frozen Throne, and the joyful but howling cold wind witnessed the rebirth of the Lich King.

The terrifying force crushed the "weaklings" who hesitated and could not make a decision.

By not taking any action to reverse the "situation" from the beginning, he is truly asking for trouble and taking on all kinds of "blames" that he shouldn't have!

Knock, knock. A woman next to him raised her hand and knocked on the crown of the Lich King, who had been motionless with his eyes open.

Alas, I'm all alone... It's very cold here, okay?

Thinking of this, she used dozens of slashes and the power of magic to chop the ice into a recliner.

After making the essential props for the life of a "Wind Walker", she lay down, lit a fire and began to warm herself.

"Comfortable."

After stretching her arms and waist, she turned over, shook her idle thighs, and changed her posture to warm herself by the fire.

Of course, her hands occasionally change, and occasionally...

She took out a leg of some animal from her magic storage bag.

With a few cuts, set up the grill and start grilling.

"Very comfortable!"

"Ginana: To be honest, I want to do the same.

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"Ke Xiaona: Here you go, don't bother me, I'm just floating in the air and taking a nap.

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"General Xi: Why didn't I think of doing this?

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"You want to break my will by making me witness the massacre in Stratholme again?"

You begin to degenerate faster because of it, or else?

With these questions in mind, Ner'zhul secretly watched Arthas make his next decision in the spiritual world.

Although it is not clear how Arthas became what he is now, the useful moves have always been...

"Don't worry, Ner'zhul. I'm an old hand."

"What are you talking about, Arthas?"

"Oh, Uther, I want you to take the blame."

Clapping his hands, Arthas returned to the small "hill" in Stratholme and looked at his "master" with a kind face.

"Honestly, my mentor."

"As the Pope of Lordaeron's branch... the main branch, you can't leave me."

"What are you talking about, Arthas, I..."

"That's no problem. I will set an example and organize people to maintain order."

Looking at the confused "master", Arthas said: "Uther."

"You don't need to do anything else. Just find a way to ask the Holy Light to grant you a blessing and be prepared to take the blame in the worst-case scenario."

"Of course, if your disciple encounters a difficult problem, you must also be prepared to help in a timely manner."

Turning to look at a nearby purple-robed female mage, Arthas said, "And you, Jaina."

"I've seen so many of you have that ability, it would be a shame not to put it to good use."

Arthas clapped his hands and reminded her, "Right away... Sorry, I should have been more gentle."

"Arthas, why are you..."

"Don't panic. Just do the same as you did in Hearthglen and invite all the people in charge here."

"You may not need all of them, but you only need to invite a few of the Kirin Tor's Council of Six."

With a "charge" and approaching his "girlfriend", Arthas said, "Even if all these don't work."

"You just need to invite Antonidas over, and I will teach you step by step what the new humane treatment plan is."

"Don't worry, I'm not just talking about one plan, but a series of plans that can be responded to in a timely manner according to various situations."

Arthas gestured confidently and said solemnly: "Whatever plan you have, I have them all."

As soon as he finished speaking, all the people and things around Arthas disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Now, there are no new treatments for Stratholme, just an old orc in a bone mask.

Facing the old orc, Arthas slapped him and said, "Some kind of plant!"

When he hit the "hard stubble" shield, he shouted angrily: "Your plant!"

"My superior plant, I've worked hard to prepare for a big fight!"

"I borrowed your old hen to lay a golden egg to verify a conjecture I had never made, but you disagreed!"

"Ner'zhul, you are really amazing!"

"I said we were one, but you didn't even have a prelude test mission. You just wanted to get a fight!"

"Arthas: To be honest, I thought I could face my true nightmare.

But when faced with this "weakling", besides taking Stratholme, why not learn from the Emperor and Diana? !

Garbage, all of it is garbage...some kind of plant...calm down.

If it weren't for the cheats, I really wanted to... The sacrifice might be a bit too much... Let's see the situation...

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After a round of punches and kicks, Ner'zhul's initial calmness turned into a ferocious look.

He finally understood that this "dog" had been treating him like a "dog" from the beginning to the end.

What kind of depravity? Everything that happened after the sword was drawn was "fallacy"!

Did those things myself...some kind of plant.

These people who believe in the Holy Light are really not good people. Once they think that what they are doing is "just", they will get a lot of "favor".

They don't want any money at all, and their will is so strong that they can come up with their own bizarre logic and blame everything on "evil".

"Death: Are you polite?!"

"Holy Light: Are you polite?!"

"Arthas, I want you dead!"

"By the way, we are one now, but I also want you to die!"