Reborn as Hokage, I am actually a god

Jaina, who returned to Dalaran, was still in a complicated mood. Standing on the tallest magic tower in the city, she was still thinking about her teacher's words.

"You have no choice!" This is the answer the teacher told himself, but where is the answer for his own country? Let those nobles give up their power! Thinking of this, Jaina felt bitter in her heart, and compared it with the people living in the temple.

Suddenly looking back, Jaina found that the civilian life she was accustomed to in the kingdom was so unreasonable. They lived the most miserable and tiring life, but they were the most unhappy people in this world. The truth!

The kind-hearted Jaina couldn't help but ask questions in her heart, but before he could get rid of this complicated question, an urgent letter was delivered to her hands.

Jaina opened the envelope in her hand with a puzzled look on her face. When she saw clearly the contents of the letter, her originally silent face turned pale with shock.

"How is it possible! How could Arthas do such a thing!" Jaina looked at the blood-stained envelope in her hand with trembling eyes.

Lordaeron, three days ago, Arthas, who was rushing towards Stratholme, finally arrived at this plague-infected city. However, the situation in the city can be said to be extremely bad, and crazy civilians are everywhere. Biting his own kind and devouring the flesh and blood of other humans, the whole city was as terrifying as if it was shrouded in doom.

Alsace, who originally thought it was an ordinary plague, had to bear the pain and kill the people of his kingdom after the knights who were accompanying him restrained the frantic civilians and used the priest's recovery spell to no avail. He finally cleared the surrounding area because he When others arrived, they encountered a large-scale siege by civilians infected with the plague and found a few survivors.

But in the next few days, what happened to Alsace drove him crazy several times. Thousands of surviving civilians mutated one after another. It seemed that they were thanking themselves for coming to the rescue just a day ago. , and the people who praised themselves for their greatness suddenly turned into inhuman corpses, and this plague continued to spread.

At this moment, Arthas became extremely angry and desperate. Looking at the people of the kingdom who begged him to save them out of fear, Arthas felt a deep powerlessness, and his eyes were filled with incomparable darkness and self-blame. , he knew that these infected people would eventually turn into those terrible monsters, but he had nothing to do.

But for the sake of the entire kingdom, Arthas knew that he had to make a cruel decision, that is, to kill them. These mutated people must not be allowed to leave Stratholme, otherwise the entire kingdom would not be peaceful.

After making up his mind, Arthas had no choice but to take up the weapon in his hand and crush their only hope under the opposition of his teacher Uther and the desperate pleading eyes of the people.

Seeing the bloody camp and the disbelieving eyes of his most respected teacher, Arthas knelt down weakly in front of the dead people. At this moment, he gave up the glory of the knight and the pride of being a prince.

But the matter was far from over. After he ruthlessly picked up weapons and cleared out the mutated civilians in the city, he stood alone in the deserted city. When he was at a loss, a black-robed mage from Dalaran told him , the plague has already spread outside the city. If you want to save your kingdom, you have to go to Northrend to find an artifact called Ice Mourning Frost, which can be used to drive away the plague in the entire kingdom.

Alsace, who was already exhausted mentally and physically, undoubtedly felt that he had grasped a life-saving straw at this moment. He had no time to think. Now he had no choice. Instead of going back as a sinner, it was better to fight for his kingdom again. The decisive Alsace Without hesitation, he followed the black-robed mage to Northrend. He vowed to save the people of his kingdom and would never let what happened in Stratholme happen again.

When under the guidance of the black-robed mage Kel'Thuzad and the inducement of the Dread Lord before his death, he came to the throne with the Frost of Ice, and when he firmly held the cursed sword, Everything will be irreversible.

And his matter gradually fermented in the kingdom. The people did not criticize Alsace for the massacre of Stratholme too much. Just as Kel'Thuzad said, the plague had already spread, and other areas were gradually affected. There have also been some changes.

Especially under the propaganda of the Church of the Curse of Kel'Thuzad, Arthas became successful. He killed Kel'Thuzad, the mastermind of spreading the plague, killed the Dread Lord Mel'Ganis, and went on an expedition to Nordson to kill the "Manufacturer". "The Lich King, the culprit of the undead", and a great hero who returned with a rune sword "Frostmourne" that could save the entire kingdom from being eroded by the plague.

With all kinds of expectations, Arthas faced the enthusiastic shouts of the people, brought the glory of the hero all the way to the palace of Lordaeron, and met Menethil II with a satisfied look on his face.

Menethil II looked with relief at Arthas, who was kneeling on one knee, wearing a black hood and black cloak, under the throne.

Although this prince holding a crescent-shaped sword, a skull gauntlet, and a rune sword exuding an ominous aura is indescribably weird at the moment, his long-term confidence in his son and the return of his son this time will bring great benefits to the kingdom. The great glory that came made Menethil II, who was sitting high on the throne, defenseless.

Dalaran's lack of reply in the past few days and the increasingly irritable nobles undoubtedly made the old king worried.

And just like this, the most outstanding heir of his kingdom returned to Lordaeron with unparalleled glory. This undoubtedly made the old king laugh and boosted the morale of the royal family.

Menethil II was extremely pleased at this moment. Thinking of the compliments he received from the nobles before, it made him feel as comfortable as drinking a glass of ice-cold red wine on a hot summer day, so much so that he subconsciously neglected to return early. Uther of the Kingdom reported on Alsace's strange actions.

"Ah! You are indeed my son. Welcome back." Menethil II stood up from the throne happily, preparing to go down and give his outstanding son a hug.

However, Alsace stood up slowly and his next answer made him confused.

"Father, you no longer have to sacrifice yourself for your people."

"You don't have to bear the weight of the crown anymore."

"I have arranged everything for you."

Looking at Arthas who was slowly walking towards him, Menethil II was stunned for a while and didn't understand what his son was talking about.

While Menethil II was looking confused, Arthas had already stepped onto his throne and came in front of him. You must know that it is quite disrespectful to set foot on the throne without the king's permission. move.

If it weren't for the fact that Arthas was the king's prince and the supreme glory brought by his return, the kingdom guards around Menethil II would have already stepped forward to intercept him.

But no one would believe that as the only heir to the kingdom and the confirmed next king of Lordaeron, what would he do to the old king.

With the guards looking intently and doing their duty without making any move, Menethil II was grabbed by the neck by his precious son and lifted up. Only then did the old king, who lowered his head, notice Alsace's black pocket. Under the hat, the pale face and the original golden hair also lost their original color and became white.

"My son, what on earth are you going to do?" The old king almost blushed and asked with difficulty.

"Of course I will inherit your throne, my father..."

After speaking, a long sword glowing with frost penetrated the body of the king of the largest human country in the world. In the shocked looks of the guards, the blood containing the royal family of Menethil flowed on the cold sword edge, and an evil buzz began to resound throughout the palace.

Thousands of innocent souls made the most piercing sounds through the cold sword, and the will of the Dread Demon King attached to the sword was inspired.

Traveling through the endless space, almost every fear demon hidden in the void watched this good show, and the demon kings laughed wildly.

Laughing at how weak human will is, and how ugly justice can be after being twisted.

This day is destined to be the cry of justice, the victory of evil, and the beginning of the Burning Legion's conquest of Azeroth!