Chapter 992 Destined Destiny

The Alliance has ceased its offensive, and most of the kingdoms of the living do not like to wage war during the winter. If the Scourge of Lordaeron were owned by Anasterian, then he would definitely take the opportunity to launch a large-scale invasion in winter, striving to destroy all the living so that he could occupy the entire Eastern and Western Plaguelands. land, severing the alliance’s connections on the continent.

When Quel'Thalas was left alone, it was time for him to punish the despicable traitor Sylvanas Windrunner for stealing his kingdom and territory!

It's a pity that it's not possible now. All he can mobilize are a pitiful number of elven undead, less than 100,000 in total. Although the quality of this part of the undead is quite high, with more than one-fifth of them being lichs of various levels, the absolute value of the elven undead is still too small, compared with the nearly ten million Scourge in Tirisfal Glades. , simply not worth mentioning.

So he was waiting, like a poisonous spider that had woven a spider web and hid in a dark corner waiting for its prey to come to the door.

Quiet and patient.

"How many months has it been since I last heard from Lord Archimonde? How come there's still no news?" Deserok, the leader of the Dread Lord in Lordaeron, stamped his hoofs impatiently: "These rotten zombies, I We’re all tired of it! I feel like if this continues, we’ll all turn into zombies!”

The demon kings stood in the former royal garden of Lordaeron. It was in this palace that Arthas murdered his biological father and brought doom to his people. It was obviously only a few months ago. But it seems like a century has passed.

Now, the gardens that were once lush and green even in winter are rapidly decaying and decaying like the zombie skeletons wandering here.

"Our duty is to manage this place, Deserok." Another Dreadlord reminded the leader: "Then we must stay here to ensure that the Scourge can attack at any time."

"Varimathras, of course I know!" Deselok roared: "But no matter how many situations there are, we should have received some orders long ago."

The discussion of the Dread Lords was interrupted by a rough sound, which was the sudden sound of the door falling. The two demon kings turned to the place where the sound came from at the same time. At the same time, they spread their bat wings alertly and let out a low roar as a habit.

Unexpectedly, what appeared in front of them was Arthas, a death knight who had been missing for many months and was no longer taken seriously by the demon kings. The human on the east side of the Undead Barrier claimed to have cut Arthas in half, and it seemed that was indeed the case, because the lower half of his body obviously did not belong to him before.

However, the lower body has been perfectly integrated with him. Clamping the horse's belly with force, [Invincible] stood up on his crotch and raised his front hooves.

Seeing this scene, every Dread Lord opened his eyes full of chaos and stared at Arthas as if facing a formidable enemy.

The self-proclaimed king of Lordaeron did not wear a helmet, letting his white hair fall down beside his pale face, with a self-satisfied and evil smile that the Dread Lord hated most. Because a guy with such a smile often means rebelliousness and resistance. This is not the expression that a slave's slave should have.

Arthas's voice was loud and exciting: "Hello! Dread Lords!"

Faced with such a contemptuous greeting from Arthas, these big demons stared at him fiercely, obviously suppressing their anger and preventing their anger from exploding.

"Perhaps, I should thank you for helping to take care of my kingdom during my absence. However, you are of no use now."

The demon kings stared at him dumbfounded for a long time.

Varimathras reacted first, waving his claws and roaring: "This is our territory! It is Lordaeron of the Burning Legion! The Scourge is affiliated with the Burning Legion!"

Arthas laughed wildly, with joy and contempt in his voice: "No more, idiot demons. Archimonde died under the World Tree in Mount Hyjal four months ago. The Burning Legion is finished! It will be complete when I kill you again."

He grinned and raised Frostmourne high. The runes on the sword sparkled and danced. He didn't even need to tighten the reins. The telepathic [Invincible] had already rushed straight towards the three Dread Lords.

However, Arthas underestimated the Dreadlord's cunning and escape skills. Unless a death place like Mount Hyjal is set up in advance to kill evil and exorcise magic circles, the Dread Lord will really run away at will.

"This is not over yet, you despicable knight with bones and scum!!" After letting out the cry of a negative dog, the Dread Lords had no intention of confronting Alsace, and ran away with just a few directional teleports. Their running speed was obviously faster than [Invincible]'s movements - [Frostmourne] only pierced the air and let out a disappointed whine.

Alsace's face was filled with anger, but he soon regained his cheerful mood.

The protective circle on the planet of Azeroth has been replenished, and the demons can neither leave nor bring in any other reinforcements. Several Dread Lords are like rootless duckweeds, they will fall sooner or later. The difference is that they die at his hands, or at the hands of the alliance he hates.

"We knew you would come back, Prince Arthas!" Kel'Thuzad was excited.

Arthas didn't bother to look at his loyal servant, but stared at Anastrian.

"It's good to see that your bones are still strong, Sun King Anastrian" Arthas sarcastically said: "You also know that I will come back, so are you ready to lower your humble head?"

The anger deep in Anastrian's soul was erupting and swaying crazily, but the soul fire burning in his eyes remained calm: "Bowing down to the strong is the greatest justice in the world."

After saying that, he bowed his head, but in his heart, he swore viciously that this was the last time!

No one knows that without the influence of a strong enough external force, the wheel of fate will continue to roll forward according to its inherent trajectory, crushing all weak existences.

However, when a bearing or component of the wheel disappears, fate will naturally find a replacement.

On this day, Anastrian found the miserable Dread Lord, conquered the Dread Lord Varimathras, defeated Deserok, and then launched a counterattack against Arthas, whose strength had been greatly reduced due to the weakening of the Lich King. Just a short distance away from the complete fall of the next Lich King, the Sun King still failed.

Out of the desire for self-reliance and the insecurity of a powerful alliance, Anastrian united the undead with strong self-will into the Forsaken, and at the same time began to renovate the underground area of ​​the Royal City of Lordaeron. He wanted to renovate this place. An underground fortress that can be conquered by any army - the Undercity!