Traveling through World of Warcraft

Surrounded by victory bells, cheers and petals flying in the sky, Arthas returned to Lordaeron in a heroic gesture.

When he arrived at the throne room, King Terenas was waiting for his son. He soon noticed that Arthas' originally golden hair had turned pale, and the paladin warhammer that had always been with him had turned into a giant sword that exuded an ominous aura.

Arthas knelt down in front of King Terenas, but in the prince's consciousness, all the sounds were covered by Frostmourne's words, which drove Arthas to hold the sword and head straight towards his bewildered father. Go.

Then, Arthas held Frostmourne high, the blade of the sword flashing with cold light. There was a determination and coldness in his eyes, as if he had lost all emotion.

King Terenas' eyes widened, shock and fear written all over his face. He tried to speak, but his throat seemed to be blocked by something and he couldn't make a sound.

Alsace's steps were firm and slow, each step carrying a heavy sense of oppression. He walked to his father and stopped. When their eyes met, King Terenas no longer saw his familiar son, but a strange and terrifying existence.

At that moment, time seemed to freeze. The entire throne room fell into a dead silence, only the whispers of Frostmourne echoed in the air.

Finally, Arthas raised Frostmourne and stabbed his father hard. The blade penetrated King Terenas' chest, and blood spurted out, staining the throne red.

King Terenas' body fell limply to the ground, his eyes still open, as if he couldn't believe what was happening in front of him. Arthas looked at his father's body without any expression on his face.

At this time, other royal members and palace guards recovered from the shock. They looked at Alsace in horror and screamed and shouted. But Arthas was unmoved by their response, and he turned and left the throne room, leaving chaos and fear in his wake.

The entire Lordaeron was shocked by the return of Arthas. This former hero has now become a ruthless killer. People began to fear and doubt him, wondering what his true purpose was. Arthas, driven by Frostmourne, began his bloody rule.

After obtaining Frostmourne, Arthas's heart was occupied by madness and bloodlust. He looked at the frightened people in front of him indifferently, without any mercy in his eyes. He ordered his men to bring all the prisoners and criminals to the square to prepare for a brutal massacre.

When the people realized Arthas' intentions, they began to scream and cry, but this did not change his resolve. Arthas raised the Frostmourne Fan high and announced his cruel order. Following his order, countless undead soldiers poured in from all directions and launched attacks on the crowd.

The people resisted desperately, but their weapons and power were no match for the undead. Arthas watched all this with cold eyes, his face expressionless, as if these lives were of no value to him.

The massacre continued throughout the day until the square was filled with corpses. Arthas looked at this tragic scene and nodded with satisfaction. He turned and left the square, leaving a trail of blood and chaos in his wake.

From that moment on, Arthas became a brutal ruler. His brutality and disregard for life plunged the entire Kingdom of Lordaeron into fear and despair.

The streets of the city are filled with the smell of death, and undead soldiers are killing ruthlessly. Their blades shone with a cold light, taking a life with every slash. The residents let out shrill screams, their fear filling the air.

The women held their children tightly, their eyes blurred with tears. They watched helplessly as the undead soldiers gradually approached, their hearts filled with despair. The cries of children were intertwined in the chaos. They knew nothing about this cruel world.

The men tried to organize a resistance, but their weapons were too fragile to the undead. The undead soldiers fight tirelessly as if there is no limit to life. They only see killing and destruction, and show no mercy to the people of Lordaeron.

Fear and chaos reigned around every corner. People look for hiding places everywhere, but the undead are pursuing them everywhere. They can feel the shadow of death gradually enveloping them, unable to escape this nightmare situation.

The people of Lordaeron are filled with despair and helplessness, and they don't know when this massacre will end. They can only wait in fear, hoping that a glimmer of hope will appear to save them from this terrible disaster.

Chen Yu stood on the highest point of the city wall, staring at the battlefield below, his heart beating like thunder, even though he knew the result and couldn't believe what was happening in front of him.

He saw the people of Lordaeron being mercilessly slaughtered by Arthas and the undead army. The streets of the city turned into bloody ruins, and the undead soldiers waved their weapons coldly, slashing at every living person mercilessly.

Chen Yu's eyes were full of pain and helplessness. He wanted to rush down and do his best to save those innocent lives, but he also knew clearly that his power was insignificant.

His comrades were beside him, looking at all this helplessly with equally pale faces. They are all brave warriors, but in the face of such a huge undead army, they feel that their existence is so small.

Chen Yu clenched the staff in his hand, his fingers turning white from excessive exertion. He wanted to shout, to call more people to join the battle, but his voice was drowned by the noise on the battlefield.

He saw women fleeing through the streets with their children in their arms, their cries piercing the chaos. Chen Yu's heart felt like it was being torn apart. He wanted to protect them, but he was powerless.

The number of undead soldiers is increasing, and their attacks are relentless. Chen Yu watched as the people of Lordaeron fell into a pool of blood one by one, their lives taken away in an instant.

Chen Yu felt his throat dry and his eyes turned red with anger and sadness. He understood that this was an irreversible disaster, and he and his comrades could only try their best to protect themselves and find opportunities for survival.