Arthas, who was extremely old, came to Frostmourne on crutches.
A pair of dim eyes looked for a long time before finding Frostmourne. His wrinkled hands touched the blade of Frostmourne and said happily:
"Frostmourne, my little baby, I know you are hungry, and you will have a full meal soon."
Alsace's hands were trembling as he took out a black cloth bag from his arms and poured out a shiny powdery substance, which fell on Frostmourne.
Frostmourne seemed to be eating, the sword trembled slightly and made a cheerful buzzing sound.
"This is the soul essence after grinding. It should be the product of the soul furnace." Sylvanas immediately recognized the origin of the powdered substance.
Later, Arthas came to the mirror where the divine envoy was imprisoned:
"Lorne, you are the original divine envoy. No one understands the mysteries of the Moon God better than you. Tell me, why am I like this? Why, why is this?"
The image of the human veteran appears in the mirror:
"Don't you understand, Arthas, the orcs are the people of the moon god Elune. Anyone who dares to go against the orcs will be destroyed, even you. You think you can fight against the orcs by controlling the Scourge.
Huh? Look at your aging appearance. This is the fate of you for opposing the orcs. All races in Azeroth are only worthy of being food for the orcs. This is destiny."
Alsace said coldly:
"I don't believe in fate, I want to fight against fate. The soul furnace is grinding the souls of the orcs. With enough soul essence, I can temporarily restore my original strength. By that time, all the orcs will be dead. I will
Thrall was hung at the door of Icecrown Citadel, Thrall's lackey Jaina, and Sylvanas who betrayed me, they will all get their retribution."
Jaina and Sylvanas felt uneasy and felt Arthas' determination to take revenge.
The two women also understood something at the same time. No wonder the Scourge suddenly launched an attack on several orc armies in Northrend a few days ago and took away all the corpses. It turned out that they were grinding souls.
The human veteran laughed loudly:
"Yes, Arthas, you have found a way to deal with it, but the soul essence of the orcs can only temporarily alleviate your aging, and cannot completely reverse it. Your aging has caused the strength of all the senior generals of the Scourge to decline. As long as the Alliance and the Horde unite
Get up and you're doomed."
Alsace also sneered:
"Archangel of Lorne, you don't understand the Alliance and the Horde at all. Thrall is cunning and insidious. Sylvanas only cares about the interests of the Forsaken. Fordring is a hypocritical coward. Jaina is too smart. Only Vari
King An is a big fool. The Kingdom of Stormwind has been tricked to the point of almost annihilation. Bolvar is enough to stop him. It is impossible for the Alliance and the Horde to unite. I will defeat them one by one."
After hearing this, the two women hiding in the corner couldn't help but nodded. Arthas was absolutely right. When the Alliance and the Horde united, the best outcome would be for the Alliance to charge at the front and the orcs at the back to feast on the Alliance soldiers.
Meat.
The human veteran stared at Alsace angrily and cursed:
"You will not be proud forever. Only the orcs will win the final victory. This is destined. The great orcs are the masters of Azeroth."
Alsace held on to his crutch and sneered: "Angel of Lorne, you talk a lot today. Why, you still refuse to tell me a complete solution to aging?"
The human veteran shook his head and said: "This is Azeroth's rejection of you. You are going against nature. There is no cure except using the essence of the orc soul to relieve it."
Arthas looked suspicious: "Don't try to deceive me. It seems that I haven't tortured you enough. You will succumb soon."
Black flames appeared in the mirror, burning the souls of the human veterans. The human veterans looked very painful and held on without making a sound.
Arthas showed admiration, nodded and said: "You are worthy of being the original divine envoy, but I have more tricks, Frostmourne."
Frostmourne flew up and fell into Alsace's hands. Countless souls flew out of the sword and entered the mirror, biting the souls of human veterans.
Finally, the veteran couldn't stand it any longer and knelt on the ground holding his head, screaming in pain.
"Even the original divine envoy cannot withstand the pain of being bitten by thousands of souls."
Arthas tortured the human veterans and seemed satisfied.
The door inside opened, and Kel'Thuzad, wearing a black robe, walked in quickly and said to Arthas with a tired look on his face:
"I'm sorry, Your Highness, we failed again."
Arthas said in a low voice: "There is no unexpected news, Kel'Thuzad, do you want to keep me so old? Then you are helpless?"
Kel'Thuzad stood aside carefully and whispered:
"Your Highness, the upper limit of the strength of the Scourge Legion depends on you. Because of your aging, the strength of the generals has been suppressed. The overall strength of the Scourge Legion is less than one percent of what it was at its peak. There is no solution in the long run."
Alsace's cane hit the ground: "Are you trying to persuade me to abdicate again?"
Kel'Thuzad whispered: "Your Highness, only a new Lich King can restore the Scourge to its former strength and sweep across the entire Azeroth."
Jaina and Sylvanas were both surprised. It turned out that the Scourge's overall strength was severely weakened only because Arthas was aging.
Alsace shook his head stubbornly, like those old men who are greedy for power:
"This is impossible, Kel'Thuzad. I created the Scourge with my own hands. Even if it is destroyed, it will be destroyed in my hands. No one can take away the Scourge from my hands."
After hearing this, the two women felt the same way.
They would do the same thing if they sacrificed themselves to save others. For example, Jaina would not give up the leader of Theramore no matter what, and Sylvanas would rather die than serve as the queen of the Forsaken.
Kel'Thuzad looked disappointed:
"Your Highness, please think twice. You can only send the Scourge Legion to a dead end. If the Alliance and the Horde unite, we will be finished. With your current remaining strength, how many Scourge soldiers can you mobilize, fifty thousand or one hundred thousand?"
?Have you forgotten the hatred of Lordaeron?"
Alsace was silent and sat on a chair nearby. His aging body made him gasp violently. It took him a long time to calm down:
"Go down, Kel'Thuzad, and let me think about it carefully."
The two women who were eavesdropping suddenly had a feeling of panic. If Arthas really gave up the position of the Lich King and the Scourge regained its strength, Orgrimmar, the Undercity, and Theramore might not be able to escape the disaster.
All in one thought of Alsace.
Time is running out and action must be taken before Alsace gives up.
Kel'Thuzad sighed, shook his head and left the imaging hall.
Alsace was the only one left in the imaging hall, with an old face and eyes full of struggle:
"There is another chance. Robbie's experiment is in progress. If there is really no way, maybe I should give up the position of the Lich King. I am really unwilling to do so!"
Alsace coughed again and left the imaging hall on crutches.