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Four years had passed in Azeroth.

Seven years had passed in the real world.

In these four years, the world of Azeroth had gone through so many changes, so many storms. Three years seemed like the blink of an eye, but it also felt like countless years.

For four years, he had not moved at all.

Here, Arthas bade farewell to his past, bade farewell to ner 'zhul who had been trying to control him, and bade farewell to his past humanity.

From this moment on, he only represented his own will.

He had won.

However, at this moment, a voice rang in his ear.

"The child."

"When you were born, the forest of Lordaeron called out your name."

"Arthas,"

When the majestic background music sounded, when the familiar figure on the ice throne reappeared, everyone felt hot tears in their eyes.

If the audience paid more attention, they would find that the last scene of the two cinematics was almost seamlessly connected. Whether it was the ice throne or Arthas's posture, they were exactly the same.

At the beginning of the new trailer, the camera zoomed in, just like Warcraft: The ending cinematics of The Frozen Throne seemed to be pulled out of focus.

But to the players, after seven years of waiting, this scene seemed so far away.

It was a familiar yet strange feeling.

Even though Thunderbolt entertainment had won the title of 'Thunderbolt film studio' for the high quality cinematics in Warcraft seven years ago, if you looked closely, you would realize that the quality of the cinematics this time was better than any of the previous ones.

The powerful Lich King, Arthas, sat on the ice throne. It was as if he was right in front of him, and every vein and detail on the armor could be seen clearly.

Surprisingly, as the camera panned on, the voice-over continued.

The voice was filled with justice and glory. He was teaching Arthas as as an elder.

And this was the greatest contrast to the Lich King Arthas, who was sitting on the ice throne and had completely lost his humanity.

It was the voice of the old king who had died under the sword of Frostmourne, Arthas 'father, King Minehill.

Arthas's armor was covered with ice. He seemed to be embedded in the ice throne. If an ordinary person who didn't know the truth passed by, they might even think of him as a statue.

However, after the four words "Arthas" ended, the melody of the whole CG suddenly became tense.

Under the helmet that was covered in thick ice, two dark blue spots emerged.

Arthas heard his father's voice. Perhaps the old king was whispering to him in Frostmourne, or Arthas was reminded of the old king's teachings when he was a child.

At that moment, the hard ice on Arthas's body started to crack.

"Arthas,"

With this call, Lordaeron, the nightmare of the eastern kingdom, and even the entire Azeroth, opened its eyes.

The scene changed to noscent's vast snowfield.

As far as the eye could see, everything was white. The sky in the distance was a greenish-gray color, and the sharp and towering snow peaks were like sharp swords pointing to the sky. In the snow-covered Canyon, there was no trace of life.

Arthas's war boots stepped on the thick snow and he walked alone in this world of Ice and snow. Only the snowflakes and the whistling wind accompanied him.

Suddenly, he seemed to have felt something. He bent down and used his right hand to wipe away the snow, revealing the ice under the snow.

There seemed to be some powerful creation hidden under the blue ice.

Arthas's eyes under the helmet flickered with blue light. He stood up and lifted his cloak with his left hand, revealing the famous sword of death.

Frostmourne.

"The child."

"I proudly watched you grow up day by day and become the embodiment of justice."

Arthas pulled out Frostmourne from his waist, raised his right hand, and stared at the blade.

"You have to remember this."

"We have always ruled this country with wisdom and strength."

In the fluttering snow, light blue spots of light fell on the blade of Frostmourne, like fire falling into boiling oil.

The blue light on the blade of Frostmourne spread like flames and slowly ignited the powerful runes on the blade.

The terrifying power gathered, and under the command of Frostmourne, they became one.

"I also believe that you will be careful when you use your powerful strength."

Arthas held Frostmourne's hilt with both hands and stabbed it deep into the ice!

The ice-blue runes on the sword lit up, and a powerful force was transmitted into the ice layer through Frostmourne.

The powerful force spread out in all directions with Frostmourne as the center, and the thick snow on the ice was swept away in an instant!

A small snowstorm even formed on the vast snowfield as a result. The layer of ice under the accumulated snow instantly cracked, and the cracks spread like a spider web to the surrounding area!

Arthas stood up and looked into the distance. Behind him, a terrifying monster was breaking out of the ice.

Under the broken remains, the blue evil energy fused the Dragon bones into one. It was a powerful Frost Dragon, more powerful than all of its kind before.

Sindagosa, who was only left with a hideous skeleton, stretched out her sharp claws from under the thick ice. Her eyes glowed with a dark blue light, which quickly spread to her whole body.

A long, long time ago, this powerful Blue Dragon had been severely injured and fell on the frozen soil of the ice Crown. She was blind and on the verge of death. She called out to Malygos, wanting to return to Dragonbone waste to rest, but the only reply she got was the howling of the cold wind.

In the madness before her death, there was only hatred left in her heart. At the moment of her death, she swore to take revenge on the whole world ...

The Lich King felt the hatred buried under the thick ice and resurrected her, giving her a chance for revenge.

Sindagosa climbed up the tall snow-capped peak and flapped its skeletal wings, diving down towards the undead army in the valley.

"A true victory is to encourage the fighting spirit of your people."

Sindagosa flapped its wings and flew high in the sky, its hoarse dragon roar reverberating through the clouds.

The scourge soldiers on the ground also roared into the sky!

Their skeletal bodies emitted a blue light, and these specks of blue light quickly gathered together and spread out into the distance, towards the ice Crown fortress, towards the ice Crown, towards the entire noscent, spreading out!

Many of the undead army at the foot of the mountain had followed the Prince through life and death since the human era. Even though the Prince had betrayed them and turned them into undead, their loyalty had not wavered in the slightest.

However, was this the "morale boost" that King menehill had mentioned?

Arthas stood on the high Glacier and looked down at his people.

"One day, my life will come to an end."

"And you, shall be crowned King!"

The camera finally stopped on Arthas 'face. His blue eyes, white hair, and no expression under the frozen helmet.

At this moment, he had already been crowned King.

A King that was the complete opposite of his father's expectations.

And the awakened Lich King was about to conquer a wider territory.

At the end of the video, the game logo appeared in the middle of the screen.

It was World of Warcraft!