Chapter 718 The Fall of the Prince (Part 2)

When someone strives to pursue and satisfy their own desires, they will do their best, even deviating from some of their own life principles. Throughout history, there are countless people who have resorted to unscrupulous means to achieve their goals. Alsace had such signs at this time. In such a situation, once a trigger appears, it is possible for people to lose themselves.

After personally witnessing soldiers infected by the plague turning into zombies, Arthas gradually lost control, driven by anger and despair.

He burned the orphanage. After his teacher Uther and Jaina who came to help arrived, they could only see the burning church-style orphanage and hear the desperate wails of the orphans inside before they died.

Alsace fell into the trap, and in the face of the evil conspiracy, his upright and kind heart was finally covered with the dust of regret and guilt. No one knows that these dusts will slowly turn into viruses, multiply themselves, and corrode his heart.

Then, the young prince, under the common conspiracy of the Dread Lord, Kel'Thuzad, and the Lich King Ner'zhul, was lured into an expedition to Northrend and embarked on the road of no return.

And his return means that he has embarked on the road of death knight...

In the carriage, after listening to Ilucia's report, Duke was speechless for a long time.

If he had been in Azeroth, Arthas would not have fallen. It was a pity that he was blown away.

Holding Ilucia's weak and boneless hand, Duke sighed: "When did Alsace's 'triumph' happen?"

"Three days ago. However, in the past three days, we have lost contact with the city of Lordaeron. No one has any news about the city of Lordaeron."

Ilucia's answer made Duke's heart sink.

Is it still a step too late?

right! late!

Three days ago, when fresh rose petals were sprinkled all over the streets of Lordaeron, and when the cheers of a hundred thousand people filled the sky, no one would have thought that they would be greeted by a god of death.

Arthas killed Kel'Thuzad, the mastermind who spread the plague, beheaded the Dread Lord Mel'Ganis, and went on an expedition to Northrend to kill the Lich King, the mastermind who created the undead, and obtained a weapon named [ The rune sword of "Frostmourne" has returned!

What a great achievement!

What a divine miracle this is!

People were calling Alsace's name enthusiastically, and they longed for the heroic Alsace to ascend the throne after the death of the old king.

In the rebuilt throne room, the throne of Terenas Menethil looms high. He looked with satisfaction at Alsace, who was kneeling on one knee, wearing a black hood and a black cloak, who was sitting under the throne.

Although the Prince holding a crescent-shaped sword, a skull gauntlet, and a rune sword exuding an ominous aura has a strange aura, in the eyes of Terenas, who is extremely thirsty for glory, all Everything became heroic.

Ten years, a full ten years.

Ever since the abominable Duke Marcus took away Lordaeron's dominant position in the alliance and the glory of the Lordaeron people, Lordaeron finally has someone who can stand up and become the new Lordaeron. The light of Danlun.

Not the heroic Abedis.

Not Mograine the Fearless.

Neither can the benevolent Archbishop Fao.

Only his own son, Arthas Menethil, the only legitimate heir to the Menethil royal family, is qualified to enjoy this great honor.

Terenas was satisfied, so satisfied that he ignored all warning signs of danger. He subconsciously ignored the report from his subordinates that "the prince acted strangely and led too many troops." He also transferred Uther and his silver who had previously had disagreements with Arthas on issues such as burning orphanages and dealing with plague-infected people. Knights of the Hand.

In this way, Terenas was ridiculed by fate and sent himself to a dead end.

"Ah! My son—" Terenas stood up from his throne happily.

However, Alsace's answer left him a little confused.

"You no longer have to sacrifice yourself for your people."

"You no longer have to bear the heavy burden of a crown."

"I've arranged everything."

Um?

Terenas was greatly stunned.

What is this statement?

At this moment, the kneeling Prince Alsace suddenly stood up and lifted his hood, revealing a bloodless face.

The outline of his face remained unchanged, and he was still the handsome Arthas Menethil, but his bloodless skin and hair as pale as snow further deepened King Terenas' consternation.

Isn't my son blond?

Why did it become as old and white as me?

While Terenas was confused, Arthas held [Frostmourne] and strode up the stairs to the throne.

It is extremely disrespectful and rude to set foot on the throne steps without the king's permission.

If it were another person, the royal guards beside Terenas would have already stepped forward to intercept him.

But he is Alsace!

The only heir to the royal family of Menethil.

As it became increasingly obvious that the king was aging, and it was unclear how long he would live, Arthas was definitely the next king of Lordaeron.

The guards hesitated.

This hesitation ruined Terenas' last ten thousandth hope.

Terenas, who was choked by his precious son, asked tremblingly: "What is this? My child. What on earth are you doing?"

"Inherit your throne, my father..." After saying that, he raised his sword and dropped it. The infamous [Frostmourne] in later generations suddenly penetrated the leader of the alliance and controlled the largest kingdom of the alliance, Lordan. The chest of the noble king that lasted more than thirty years.

The blood of Menethil's royal family flowed on the edge of the ice-colored sword, and an evil buzz echoed through the throne room. At this moment, the tens of thousands of innocent souls who lost their lives on [Frostmourne] all let out the most tragic wails, and the will of the fear devil clan attached to the sword was aroused.

Across the endless space, almost every Dread Lord saw the scene of Alsace killing his father with his own hands, and the Devil Lords laughed wildly.

They were celebrating the final fall of a saint.

They are laughing at the extreme ugliness of justice being distorted.

This day is the victory of evil!

It's the beginning of the Burning Legion's conquest of Azeroth!

Their laughter, as well as that of the Lich King Ner'zhul, echoed in the throne room that suddenly became dim due to the dark atmosphere.

Death Knight Arthas was completely unaware as his desolate voice echoed throughout the city.

"This kingdom will be destroyed!"

"A new ruling order will be born from the ruins!"

"It will shake the foundation of everything in this world!"

Following the prince's declaration, all the magic circles in Lordaeron suddenly opened automatically, and powerful undead people from Northrend poured out...

This chapter contains extensive quotations from the original dialogue.

No way, the patricide scene in Alsace is too classic. As a tribute to the original work, I personally can't go past it.