Blood Elf Prince of Warcraft

"Your name is Serena, right?"

After Edana handed the feather to another harpy, Kael'thas asked the newcomer.

"Yes Yes..."

Nervous answer - not at all crazy like later generations.

"Serena, I want you to do something for me."

Kael'thas' voice revealed a smile.

He could tell from a moment's attitude that the harpy would not refuse.

"Yes, please give your orders..."

Serena clutched the feathers tightly, looking forward to it.

The Harpy is about to face change, and this is the best time for her to pledge her allegiance.

Kael'thas' plan was simple, to let Edana and Serena act separately.

The movement of gathering the harpies was too slow, and letting the two disperse would greatly speed up the movement. Of course, if possible, he also asked to find more companions to do this.

If the portal is completed, it will take months for the harpies to gather - and then they won't be of much use.

Kael'thas doesn't want to raise a bunch of idlers.

He sent his orders and then turned his attention back to Quel'Thalas.

After checking the enchanted rune stone, Kael'thas returned to his clone in Silvermoon City.

He walked out of the room and happened to see Varela's figure.

"Where are Illidan and the others?"

he asked her casually.

"They came to the Sun Chaser Tower to complete the formalities, and then went to the port with the mages."

Valera bowed and replied, "It's time to leave Quel'Thalas soon."

"So fast."

Kael'thas was a little surprised.

He asked Illidan and the mages to go to the Dark Portal early, but he did not expect these people to be so fast.

If this goes well, the door to darkness will soon open.

But this also meant that Kael'thas had nothing to do today.

All the orders had been given, but now he didn't know what to do.

"..."

"I'm going to check out the latest jobs."

Kael'thas thought for a while and went to help Sylvanas handle official duties if he had nothing to do.

He raised his feet and just took a step when his whole body suddenly fainted.

His body shook and his face turned pale.

"Your Highness!"

Varela was shocked and helped her over.

"No, it's not a physical problem, don't worry."

Kael'thas said this, his face was extremely pale, and he slowly closed his eyes: "Valela, I need to leave for something. You put this clone on the bed."

After that, there was no more sound.

-

Ice Crown.

Arthas took his most trusted death knights to the top.

This is the pinnacle of the world, and the frosty ground reflects the thin sunlight like a mirror.

"Alsace, what is that?"

The voice of an old orc sounded from a throne winding up at the end of the mirror.

"The spoils of war from the Elf Prince."

Arthas took out a golden feather and looked up at the ice prison on top of the throne to explain.

"The spoils?"

Ner'zhul snorted: "That thing exudes an aura that I hate. Give it to someone else first."

"Yes."

Arthas handed the feather to the death knight beside him without hesitation.

"Very well, come here now!"

Ner'zhul was satisfied and let Arthas pass.

Amid the surveillance of other lichs, Arthas walked forward alone.

He walked across the cold ground, and then stepped onto the path to the throne step by step.

The biting cold froze under his feet, trying to restrain his movements, but Alsace's dead body would not feel the slightest pain or cold.

He came to the ice prison.

The ice prison is a dark blue ice block, taller than his body.

Alsace looked directly at the ice with blue eyes, and vaguely saw a helmet inside.

That is the crown of the Lich King. Ner'zhul's soul and power are contained in the helm.

"Quickly, pick up Frostmourne and break this ice!"

The old orc's voice was trembling with excitement.

"Yes, master..."

Alsace nodded slightly.

He pulled out Frostmourne, the sword shone with blue light, and snowflakes gradually condensed around it.

The roars of countless souls echoed. Arthas held up Frostmourne with a stiff expression, and then swung it down with all his strength.

bang bang...

The entire glacier shook, Frostmourne hit the ice prison, and the huge ice paused for a moment, then shattered with a 'bang' sound.

"Hahaha, what is indestructible has no effect in front of the artifact I shaped with my own hands!"

Ner'zhul laughed, but the ice prison had not completely shattered.

"Quick, keep destroying it!"

he ordered urgently.

"Yes."

Arthas once again raised Frostmourne.

This time, he didn't hold back at all and unleashed all his strength.

With a "boom", the ice prison turned into fragments and exploded, and the helmet fell out.

"Come out, come out."

Ner'zhul was so happy that he rolled down the throne with his helmet "bang" "bang".

"Alsace, you idiot, pick me up quickly!"

He cursed - there is no servant of a servant who tells his master to get lost.

Alsace walked down slowly and picked up the helmet.

"Put it on."

Ner'zhul ordered.

"Yes, master..."

Arthas held up the helmet, his eyes flashing coldly, and slowly put it on his head.

At this moment, Alsace lost all feeling.

His mind wandered, but his body opened its eyes again.

"Now, we are one."

A hoarse voice, an evil tone.

The power of the Lich King surged into his body crazily, and Ner'zhul felt the joy of rebirth.

He raised his head, wanting to look up to the sky and smile, but his movement suddenly stopped.

"No, you failed."

cold voice.

Frostmourne braved the blue light and suddenly erupted with shocking gravity.

"asshole!"

Ner'zhul wanted to throw away Frostmourne, but his body fell into uncontrollable stiffness.

"Alsace, you plotted against me!"

After understanding everything, Ner'zhul was furious.

"You plotted against me first, and I learned from you."

Alsace snorted.

After all, it was his body, and Ner'zhul couldn't control it that easily.

But as time went by, Alsace was bound to lose in the end.

"Give me the feather!"

he shouted suddenly.

Ner'zhul sensed the danger.

"Stupid, I have absolute control over the undead. Death Knight, destroy that feather."

He ordered coldly.

But what surprised Ner'zhul was that the death knight came over with feathers.

He put the feather on Alsace's stiff hand without hesitation.

"How is it possible, my power!"

Ner'zhul roared in disbelief.

"What's the matter with strength? They were Paladins of Lordaeron during their lifetime."

"How can I be loyal to you, a false king!"

The golden light flashed, and Arthas walked out of Frostmourne relying on the protection of his feathers, and snatched his body again.

The battle between the two souls makes the body confused.

The ice crown blew up the cold wind, and ice quickly condensed outside the fighting body.

"Alsace, there is no way you can win!"

Ner'zhul laughed angrily: "Even if it takes months or years... no matter how much I delay, your soul will not be able to harm me."

Frost completely surrounded the body.

Ice Crown fell into silence, and all the undead did not dare to desecrate the battle of the 'Lich King'.

They guard this body and wait for the final owner to wake up.

-

It can be as short as a few months or as long as a few years.

"This will be a long battle, Arthas..."

After witnessing everything, Kael'thas finally breathed a sigh of relief.

He returned his thoughts to his clone, lying on the bed and looking up at the ceiling, with a smile on his face.

"Although I'm sorry Kalia, we can't let other people know about this."

Arthas may become an ally of Kael'thas in the future, so no information can be leaked out now.

Otherwise, if the Aspect Dragons find out, they will probably kill the Lich King while he is weak.

Kael'thas was not worried at all about the outcome of the battle for the Lich King.

Although just like what Ner'zhul said, Arthas's weak soul could not defeat him at all.

But no one ever said that Alsace was fighting alone.

Frostmourne consumes countless human souls, and those souls will volunteer to help their prince achieve victory.

"Is this the so-called trapping oneself in a cocoon?"

Kael'thas sighed as he sat up and looked around.

Varela is not in the room, she must have gone to work.

[It’s better to go and see the official business. 】

He decided to continue unfinished business.

However, it was as if God was playing tricks on him. As soon as Kael'thas went out, Varela ran over nervously.

"Your Highness, Your Highness, you are awake."

She came to the door, quickly held up her skirt and saluted, and then hurriedly said: "There is urgent news from Karazhan!"

Kael'thas frowned.

"what news?"

During this period of time, the elves in Karazhan, in addition to building portals, were simply investigating the Cursed Land in order to prepare for the opening of the Dark Portal.

Did some accident happen?

"Your Highness, the news from Tiblos said that they discovered the whereabouts of the devil."

Valela paused: "Those demons are also sneaking around the Dark Door."

"Huh? It's normal for demons to wander around. Just get rid of them then."

Kael'thas thought it was something, but he didn't mind at all.

After Archimonde is dead, there will be no very powerful demons in the world - Illidan and a few people are enough to deal with this problem.

"No, Your Highness, that's not the point."

However, Valela hadn't finished speaking yet. She shook her head, and then said with a tense expression: "Tiblos investigated that the demons were looking for fragments of an artifact."

"That artifact is called the Dragon King's Glaive. It is said to be soaked in the power of the earth, time, dreams, magic and life - the guardian dragons."

Instantly, Kael'thas' face changed color.

A weapon with the power of the Aspect Dragon is even more valuable than all his plans so far.

As long as you make good use of that weapon, you can easily threaten the guardian dragon.