Uther and Jaina left without any hesitation. I led the army northward alone, completely ignoring my father's order to call me back.
I have carried too much, and I cannot return to the capital of Lordaeron with all the blood on my body. I must kill the Scourge to atone for myself and avenge my dead people.
I led my incomplete army all the way north, and experienced several battles with the Scourge. There was not much of the army left. By the time I reached Northrend, I was in despair.
The Scourge here is dozens of times larger than my remaining army, and a frontal attack is no different than hitting an egg against a stone.
Looking at the brothers who lived and died with me, I was once again confused. A hero can still be admired by the world, but I, an executioner who slaughtered countless civilians, may only be applauded if I die in this battle.
.
If my death can bring about the destruction of the Scourge Legion, I am willing to die ten thousand times!
In the silent night, I wandered alone on the snowfield, looking up at the stars whose paths were changing all the time, and I was at a loss as to where to go.
A gray crow crossed the night sky and landed on a dead tree branch. My heart moved, it was the prophet!
I felt like I saw a lighthouse while wandering, and the joy in my heart was indescribable.
"Are you willing to save this world? No matter what the cost?" In the purple light, the crow turned into a human form, with a kind smile in his wise eyes.
I couldn't wait to answer, "I am willing, no matter what the cost!"
"Even if you give up the glory and pride of being a Paladin? You will fall into darkness forever, remain infamy for thousands of years, be misunderstood and slandered by the world, and be hated by your people."
I was shocked, and my voice seemed a little trembling, "I...I am willing..."
I am not afraid of death, but I am afraid of losing my glory, and I am afraid of being hated by the people I love so much.
"Then you will become a sinner of the kingdom, you will kill your master and your father, you will massacre your people, and you will spread the plague of the Scourge to the whole world! So, are you still willing?"
I was petrified on the spot, "No, I can't!"
The prophet's expression darkened, "If you refuse, then the entire continent will be destroyed."
"Why? I don't believe it. Who are you?"
"My name is Medivh."
"Medivh?" I don't have such a person in my memory.
"The name is not important. Your father rejected my first suggestion and let everything go according to the Lich King's plan. If you reject my second suggestion, then humanity can only be destroyed, not just Lordaeron.
kingdom."
"Who is the Lich King? Is he the mastermind behind this? Tell me the whole story!" Viscous hatred surged into my heart, and I wanted to tear the mastermind into pieces.
"This plague is just the vanguard of the Burning Legion."
The shock in my heart cannot be expressed in words. I murmured the four words Burning Legion. The meaning of this distant name is absolute power and complete destruction.
"Archimonde, one of the two giants of the Burning Legion, released the Lich King Ner'zhul into the world, hoping that he would prepare for the second invasion of the Scourge. The undead and plague you see are all
It was caused by the Lich King."
"The Lich King!" I roared angrily. Finally I learned the name of my enemy. I wanted to eat him alive.
"Calm down, young prince, the Lich King and Archimonde have an sworn hatred. Ner'zhul's orc tribe, as well as the world he originally lived in, were destroyed by the Burning Legion, and he himself was transformed.
He has become like a human, a ghost, and his soul has been tortured by Kil'jaeden and Archimonde for thousands of years. He dreams of destroying the Burning Legion with his own hands."
"So..." I realized that things were much more complicated than I thought.
"Archimonde alone is enough to destroy this world, but to get here he must summon the magic circle, which requires a powerful necromancer, the Book of Medivh, Archimonde's essence, and powerful magical energy.
Therefore, he must have enough power to meet these conditions before coming to this world, so he chose the Lich King and promised that as long as the Lich King completed this task, he would give the Lich King a new body and power.
the power of."
"The Book of Medivh? It has the same name as you, or maybe..."
"If it's not the same name, it's my magic book, which is now in the hands of Antonidas in Dalaran."
"How could the Lich King forget his hatred? He has actually begun to implement his revenge plan. Archimonde's essence has given Archimonde infinite power. To kill Archimonde, he must first obtain his essence.
He promised Archimonde on the surface, came to this continent to create an undead army, and created conditions for summoning the magic circle, just to deceive Archimonde's trust, finally get Archimonde's essence, and summon him to Luo
Dan Lun, and kill him."
"So, he brutally killed so many creatures and turned them into undead?"
"Yes, I have foreseen his methods and wanted to stop him. Unfortunately, neither your father nor the archmage Antonidas listened. Only Thrall of the orc tribe listened to my suggestion and led the orc tribe westward.
"
"Perhaps, turning a large number of creatures into undead can better resist the Burning Legion. After all, the gap between humans, orcs, elves, and dwarves is too deep. The greed of humans, the arrogance of elves, the brutality of orcs, and the xenophobia of dwarves...
..." Medivh said this with a hint of helplessness in his eyes.
"Ner'zhul wants to establish an undead army that is only controlled by him, and then obtain Archimonde's essence, and finally complete his revenge plan."
"I admit that his method is the most effective, but it is too cruel. I originally wanted to stop him, but I know that once Archimonde comes to this continent, he will destroy everything. Later, I did not obtain your father and Antonidas.
Si's trust made the Lich King's plan come true. If we try to stop him now, we will only cause casualties in vain. It is better to use the trick and get rid of Archimonde completely. Otherwise, this continent will be destroyed sooner or later."
"So, do you want me to help the Lich King?" I finally understood the meaning of Medivh's words, why I would be infamy for thousands of years, and why I would be spurned and hated by my people.
"Yes, it is difficult for the Lich King to complete his plan alone, but with you everything becomes easier. First, you have to kill the Lich King's monitor - the Dreadlord, and then you use your prince
Identity, command the army, help the Lich King capture Lordaeron, grab my magic book, and then summon Archimonde, so as to minimize casualties. In addition, you also have an important mission, Lich
The king does not have a body, only a powerful soul. You need to use your body as a container for his soul for him to live in."
"Archimund monitors every move on this continent at any time. If you want to gain trust, you must be cruel and completely depraved..."
I was silent. I was not afraid of death. I could bear to give up the glory of the Paladin and suffer eternal infamy. However, how could I possibly do it by sacrificing my soul to the devil and letting me lead an army to capture my motherland?
"Think carefully, my child, you just need to remember that your choice affects the whole world, and the sooner you make a decision, the fewer people will die." Medivh said this, and his body changed into one again.
A crow stood up and flew into the vast night sky, and a vague voice came down: "If you decide, go to the arctic ice field to find a magic sword that can give you power - Frostmourne. It is a cursed sword.
Anyone who uses it will eventually be misunderstood and hated by the world..."
…
Amidst the sound of rattling iron chains, the wide hanging door slowly lowered, paving the royal capital's moat.
The surroundings are still filled with the flowers of the royal capital floating all over the sky, and the cheers of the residents of Lordaeron.
The only one who has changed... is me, the only one who sold my soul to the devil.
I caught the falling petals in a daze, and everything was exactly the same as before I set off.
It's just that what caught it last time was the silver paladin gauntlet, but this time, it was the black death knight gauntlet.
I threw away the flower of the capital that symbolized glory and light. I was once so afraid of losing it, but now... everything is meaningless.
I threw it away, trampled it under my feet, and along with it, my memories and kindness...
I received an order from Archimonde to assassinate the king of Lordaeron, my father.
The huge bell in the palace was rung, and the distant bell sounded like a question to the soul. I was speechless because I had abandoned my human soul.
I pushed open the palace door with all my strength and strode into the palace.
Then, I saw the King of Lordaeron—my beloved father—sitting on the high throne.
At that moment, I suddenly felt that he was old. The father who was once the all-powerful man who commanded the three armies was already in his twilight years. The years had carved ruthless traces on him. His increasingly rickety body looked even more shaky on the spacious throne.
Lonely.
I'm sorry, father. I have no chance to regret it now. It is better to die in the hands of your son than in the hands of the devil...
Maybe I am the devil after all.
In his surprised and frightened eyes, I sent the sword into his heart, and the blood-stained crown rolled down the steps of the throne...
As a death knight who sold his soul to the devil, every move I make is under the eyes of Archimonde. I can't even show a trace of sadness when I kill my father!
Tears, love, glory, these things will never belong to me anymore...
