Occasionally, he suddenly had a whim and taught four kinds of runes of the dead to an undead named Malogar. In just ten days, the people of Lordaeron were changed and their appearance was completely new.
Neither Alsace nor Robby, a time traveler, could have expected such a wonderful effect.
A single spark can really start a prairie fire.
Although I was surprised by the rapid transformation of the people of Lordaeron, they were still just people.
There is a huge gap in combat effectiveness between civilians and soldiers.
The people of the natural disaster and the army of the natural disaster are not the same thing at all.
The fourth rune of the dead, the natural disaster, caused some lich-like beings to appear among the people. They could resurrect the dead souls who died in battle, and they could also resurrect the dead human paladins. They also awakened abilities such as mind control, allowing the resurrected saints to
The knight slashed at his teammates.
But this is far from enough.
In Robbie's impression, the invincible Scourge is a lich that controls the battle situation, a heroic death knight, a huge abomination, a cunning necromancer, a fearsome banshee, and a warrior wearing thick armor.
Undead warriors are countless ghouls, giant frost dragons that cover the sky and the sun, and terrifying floating cities floating in the sky.
Rather than this group of... common people.
Arthas looked at the fifth rune of the dead, mutated.
This is a rune that allows the undead to evolve special abilities. Abominations, banshees, and even ghouls must be blessed by mutation runes before they can be produced. Unfortunately, this rune not only requires mental strength, but also is more important.
It requires special rare blood.
I'm afraid that in Lordaeron at this time, and even in the entire continent of Azeroth, only Arthas had this kind of bloodline.
Alsace lowered his head and gritted his teeth, hesitating:
"Perhaps I should choose to be a dead person. The king of the undead should not be a living person."
Robbie shook his head and analyzed carefully:
"Prince Arthas, I don't know if you have noticed that the lich-like undead who have learned the fourth rune have only average magic power. They can only resurrect dozens of undead at a time. This is far from being called
It’s a natural disaster.”
What is a real natural disaster?
It was an ability that could reverse the situation of the battle. With the lich's chant, all the corpses on the battlefield were resurrected.
"The power of pure runes of the dead is very limited and must be used in combination with the runes of holy light. This is the power to change the world." Robbie was dispelling the idea of Alsace becoming a dead man.
Arthas smiled bitterly.
Of the thirty-six holy light runes, only three are complete, and the rest are incomplete runes.
It was too difficult to make up for the missing runes. Arthas once challenged himself sleeplessly, trying to make up the fourth rune of Holy Light, the God of Heaven.
The result is just a few more gray hairs on the head, which is simply not something that human wisdom can accomplish.
Rune casting gave Robbie and Arthas hope, but it also brought despair.
An undead emerged from the ground. The little lord Marogar adjusted the old hat on his head. After not seeing him for more than ten days, his complexion changed again. The flesh and blood on his body seemed to be fuller, although his face was still dry.
, but already has a little bit of the breath of a living person.
"King Arthas, Archmage Kel'Thuzad invites you."
"Spare me, don't call me king, I deserve it." Alsace said listlessly.
Malogar was stunned. Of course, he could not understand the huge gap between Arthas' hopes and reality.
"You have brought hope and strength to our undead. You have guided the way forward for our people in Lordaeron. Only you are qualified to be the king of Lordaeron. His Majesty, the Archmage Kel'Thuzad's time is running out.
Yes, he wants to see you one last time."
The undead of Andorhal are retreating in an orderly manner.
Although the battle was won and the enemy's small force was wiped out, no one knew when the larger army would arrive.
In a dusty basement, Robbie and Arthas saw Kel'Thuzad leaning on a chair.
Kel'Thuzad's health condition was worse than imagined. His face was filled with a deathly gray aura, his eyes were dim, and his whole person was in an extremely weak state. He felt Arthas' aura, and he
Slowly stretched out his skinny right hand:
"Prince Alsace, you have not disappointed me."
Kel'Thuzad smiled with difficulty, and his dim eyes once again bloomed with brilliance:
"I saw the endless undead legions, I saw the raging flames of war, I saw the world in black and white, I saw Lordaeron gaining a new life, I don't have much life left, only you can inherit me
position and inherit everything from me.”
"What happened to your body?" Arthas asked with concern. Facing this old man who was approaching his twilight years, and thinking about everything he had done for Lordaeron, Arthas only felt an annoyance in his heart that he could not vent.
.
Kel'Thuzad smiled bitterly and rolled up his sleeves, revealing his thin arms.
His skin showed a pale gray color, and something was surging beneath the skin, as if it was some kind of out-of-control force. The blood in his body had disappeared and was replaced by some kind of putrid juice.
"Only lichs can fully use runes to cast spells. Becoming a lich requires taking certain risks. I have made sufficient preparations to minimize the risks. It is like gambling with a sieve. As long as I don't throw a leopard three times in a row, I will win.
I could succeed, but unfortunately, I failed.”
Kel'Thuzad coughed, and what he spit out was not blood, but green rotten juice.
"Is it the curse of Azeroth?" Robbie asked.
Kel'Thuzad glanced at Robbie in surprise, seeming to see something different. He squinted his eyes and said, "You actually know this. Azeroth spares no effort to protect the guardians, and the power of the curse is stronger than imagined.
It’s scary, every time I fight against the guardian, I clearly feel that my luck is declining.”
"When my luck drops to the lowest level, it is the end of my life." Kel'Thuzad sighed:
"Your Highness, I know what you want to know, but unfortunately I can't tell you. As long as I have the idea of revealing the secrets of the Guardian, the fire of my life will be extinguished immediately. Medivh is not invincible. In the future, you can
With my own strength, I can defeat Medivh openly and openly. I have something to explain, which is very important."
Arthas held Kel'Thuzad's hand tightly. Although he could not gain access to Medivh's weakness, he did not feel much loss. Perhaps, he had been infected by the old man's strong will.
"Archmage, how do you get the power to defeat Medivh?" Arthas asked decisively.
"Knowledge is the only way to gain power. I still remember that year, I stepped into the cold Northrend. I wanted to find the mystery of the origin of mankind and explore the secrets of the Vrykul. I accidentally noticed a powerful
Evil exists. After careful exploration, I know that man is none other than the orc Ner'zhul, the culprit who once brought destruction to Azeroth. He is planning an even more terrifying conspiracy."
"I trudged hard on the cold and windy peaks, found Ner'zhul's location through the fluctuation of magic power, sealed his power, and stole his majestic spiritual power. Ner'zhul seduced me, and he asked me
I showed a vast amount of knowledge, which was the weapon taught to him by the Burning Legion to use to subvert Azeroth. I knew that I faced a difficult choice. If I merge with Ner'zhul, all his knowledge will be mine."