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The king of the Scourge.

The master of the rune sword Frostmourne.

The embodiment of unparalleled power and extreme coldness.

Possessing a soul colder than ice.

He was once the prince of the Kingdom of Lordaeron.

The disciple of Uther the Lightbringer, the leader of the Silver Hand Paladins.

Now, he is the enemy of all living things.

His name is Arthas.

Arthas' eyes and body reveal the eternal flame of death.

In those eyes, besides endless malice, there is only the desire for death.

He sat on a loyal skeleton horse, watching the coalition of orcs, humans, and elves rushing towards his endless army of undead.

The eyes burning with the flame of death reveal disdain and ridicule.

He waved Frostmourne in his hand, beheading the paladins who were shouting the name of Holy Light and besieging him one by one.

The necromancer Kel'Thuzad stood behind him.

He and many liches maintained the ultimate large-scale spell such as the Sky of the Dead.

Kel'Thuzad was killed by Arthas.

But now he was resurrected again and became Arthas's slave.

"830"

In order to resurrect this great wizard, Arthas launched a war of genocide against the high elves.

The Sunwell, which the high elves had guarded for generations, was also polluted and destroyed because of Kel'Thuzad's resurrection.

The destruction of the country and the destruction of the Sunwell.

The noble high elves became displaced refugees.

Kel'Thuzad was once a noble human wizard.

He was a member of the Dalaran Kingdom, where magic flourished the most among the many human kingdoms.

He was of noble status and was once one of the six members of the Kirin Tor Council.

In pursuit of dark knowledge, he pledged allegiance to the Lich King who was frozen in Northrend.

In order to expand the Lich King, the Cult of the Damned was established.

Using food mixed with plague, the people were quickly turned into undead, creating the Scourge of the Undead.

Kel'Thuzad was also the guide of the Undead King, Arthas.

When Arthas was a prince and a paladin, he was ordered to investigate the plague.

Finally, he found Kel'Thuzad and successfully killed him.

In order to completely eliminate the plague, he went to Northrend on his own.

In this desolate and cold land.

Arthas was led step by step into the abyss.

In order to prove that he was right.

He did not hesitate to kill his former dwarf mentor, Muradin.

In order to gain the power to defeat the demons, he pulled out Frostmourne.

Finally, in the endless whispers, he completely fell into darkness.

Afterwards, Arthas committed a crime that could not be redeemed.

He returned to Lordaeron with his army and killed his father.

Spread destruction and death toHe killed the people he once swore to protect.

Killed his mentor, the leader of the Silver Hand Paladins, Uther the Lightbringer.

Desecrated the ashes of his father who was killed by him.

In order to resurrect Kel'Thuzad, Arthas sent troops to the kingdom of the high elves and committed countless crimes.

Even Sylvanas, the former ranger general of Silvermoon City, was killed by him.

Then he transformed into the Dark Lady who frightened the Alliance.

Sylvanas led people to fight against the army of the undead and tried to defend the homeland of the high elves.

However, he failed to stop the evil Lord of the Undead from entering Silvermoon City.

Arthas massacred Sylvanas's people and used his vicious witchcraft to transform her into the evil Banshee Queen.

Let her soul never rest in peace and suffer endless curses.

Sylvanas, the Banshee Queen, has eyes that are forever burning with endless hatred and anger.

Due to the erosion of the dark power, the once beautiful Sylvanas has become ugly.

The once smooth and delicate wheat skin has turned dark, depicting countless dark runes.

The hair that was once as bright as the silver moon has also turned black, exuding the breath of curse all the time.

The bow and arrow that was once blessed by the gods of faith and full of silver moon magic has also become a death arrow with a black arrowhead.

She is no longer a noble elf, but an abominable monster.

In order to torture the proud Sylvanas, Arthas did not clear the other's memory like other undead, but let the other still keep the memory of the high elves.

The beauty of the past and the pain of the present make Sylvanas suffer from the torture from the heart all the time.

She tried to resist, but Arthas, who had the power of the Lich King, easily enslaved her.

In order to resist Arthas, humans, orcs, and elves had to unite.

Try their best to stop the terrifying army of undead.

Faced with such a coalition, Arthas didn't care.

He was performing the final ritual, which was to summon the supreme lord of chaos demons, the Burning Legion.

Chaos demons were born in the twisting void, a space filled with chaotic energy and without laws and rules.

Twisting is the source of magic and arcane in the void, and it is also the place where countless evil creatures are born.

Any creature that tries to distort the void will be tortured to madness by the endless malice and changes in it.

Ah!

Accompanied by a scream, a paladin was pierced by the ominous Frostmourne.

The pain of the soul being torn and devoured made the noble paladin wail.

"You will be despised!"

After issuing the final curse, the soul of the pierced paladin was torn apart.

The corpse was transformed again by the evil necromancy spell.

The holy light of the past turned into the undeadBreath, became a Death Knight, swinging his warhammer at his former comrades.

This is a desperate war.

"Quick, stop him."

"In the name of Holy Light."

The blood-stained Paladin was still shouting.

The warhammer in his hand was also shining, smashing those undead who dared to approach them.

Although the hope of victory was slim, they still refused to give up.

To seize the last way out for mankind.

Otherwise, mankind will be extinct under the invasion of undead and demons...

Orcs and dark elves are also fighting with all their might.

But the situation is still not good.

As Arthas continued to recite the spells on the Book of Medivh looted from the Kingdom of Dalaran, the fluctuations of magic power became more and more terrifying.

The Burning Legion is an absolute nightmare that the whole world fears.

This is why the orcs and dark elves are willing to send troops to help humans.

Once the Burning Legion arrives, the whole world will fall into hell.

However, all efforts are in vain in the face of absolute power.

Accompanied by endless roars.

A huge monster broke through the protection of the world.

Appeared in front of the coalition.

Endless demons also rushed out, tearing apart all the creatures they could see.

A paladin was grabbed by the monster.

Huge eyes filled with tyranny and ridicule.

Looking at the paladin in his hand.

"Humans are such fragile creatures." The monster's voice roared like thunder, so that the whole battlefield could hear it clearly.

After speaking, the huge palm slowly closed, kneading the armored paladin into blood mud.

"We are back, ants, accept the destruction and despair brought to you by the Burning Legion."

The monster said.

Countless demons roared and rushed towards the coalition forces mixed with the undead army.

The already shaky coalition forces were defeated step by step and were in disarray.

Alsace sat on the skeleton horse, with a smile on his cold and pale face.

The end of the world has come.

The world will burn.

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Eastern town.

People who escaped from the undead occupied area gathered here in despair.

The scarred paladins fulfilled their oaths.

Protecting these displaced civilians.

But the eyes of these fearless guardians were full of despair.

Under the endless wave of undead, they could not hold on for long.

On the simple wall of the town.

Holding the holy hammer, Paladin Sk rubbed his eyes tiredly.

He looked back at the ragged civilians with sad faces.

The homeland has fallen and the army has collapsed.

The situation in other kingdoms was equally bad.

They were isolated and helpless, without food and clean water.

Disease and hunger plagued them.

The undead were also constantly harassing them.

"Holy Light!" Sk turned his head, unable to bear to look at the civilians who were suffering, and prayed silently in his heart.

"If you really listen to the prayers of believers, please help us. I am willing to sacrifice my life to fight against evil, just asking those innocent people to survive."

Sk prayed devoutly.

A voice from the side interrupted him.

"Sir Paladin, there seem to be refugees coming from the southeast, and their attire is strange. You should probably go and take a look."

A militiaman holding a simple weapon ran over and said.

This made Sk frown slightly while praying.