Just like the Ashbringer needs to be infused with the power of the Holy Light, after being infused with a massive amount of the power of the dead, Frostmourne finally became a genuine artifact.
Arthas felt a great power, enough to surpass the power of Guardian Medivh.
Robbie on the side looked regretful.
He was holding a small Frostmourne in his hand, which had only absorbed a small amount of the power of the dead. If Alsace's Frostmourne was a sparkling lake, the one in Robbie's hand was just a small pond.
Comparing people with others will lead to death, and comparing goods with goods will lead to throwing away.
Robbie knew in his heart that only Alsace, who had a special bloodline, could use the huge Frostmourne and control the vast power of the dead.
The undead army fought in the city of Lordaeron, and the fury of revenge was poured out on the heads of the orcs. The orc army surrounding Robbie and Arthas was soon attacked by the undead natural disaster.
"Thal, come out and meet your destiny."
Arthas immediately rushed into the throne room, but there was no one there.
Looking at the blood-stained throne, Alsace's heart trembled, as if his father was still alive and looking at him from somewhere. In a trance, a mysterious voice sounded in Alsace's ears:
"He was assassinated. A trusted friend...she killed him, right through the heart."
Garona assassinated King Llane of the Kingdom of Stormwind, leading to the destruction of the Kingdom of Stormwind. Thrall smashed his father's head with a hammer, destroying the Kingdom of Lordaeron.
Kingdom of Stormwind, Kingdom of Lordaeron.
The common enemy, the orcs.
Indelible hatred.
Arthas knelt on the spot where his father died, caressing the edge of the throne, and burst into tears.
"Father, your son is back. I will make up for the mistakes you made. Lordaeron will be redeemed. Even if you encounter the most terrible accusations and the most shameless slander, you will have to fight against the entire Azeroth."
Even if Sri Lanka is my enemy, I will persevere and never regret or look back until your soul can rest in peace."
"It's the sewer. Damn it. Sal was prepared. They escaped from the sewer."
Robbie looked around the entire throne room and found the entrance to the sewer in the corner. The dirt was piled aside and it was a mess. It was obvious that it had just been completed.
No wonder Lordaeron stinks like a big cesspit. Thrall blocked all the sewer inlets and secretly opened up a smooth escape route, cunning orcs.
Alsace waved his hand and said with an indifferent smile:
"It doesn't matter, let him escape! There is hatred in my heart, but more of it is redemption and hope. Frostmourne is hungry. He needs to eat more orc souls. The bones and flesh of the orcs will become a natural disaster.
Army materials, now that the situation has reversed, who is the army ration?"
Looking at the confident Alsace, Robbie suddenly remembered an old saying.
Thirty years to the east of the river, thirty years to the west of the river, don’t bully the Baron of Alsace in Deathstroke Town...
Arthas took to the streets, wielding Frostmourne, commanding his undead army, and launched a revenge against the orcs.
The joyful enthronement ceremony turned into a hell of killing.
Before Thrall could sit firmly on the throne, his kingdom had been destroyed.
Arthas would never show mercy to the cruel orcs. Under his personal command, one orc team after another was annihilated. The brave orcs would be afraid and frightened. They would collapse in front of the undead and flee in all directions.
In the face of horrific death, humans and orcs are equal.
Less than half of the hundreds of thousands of orcs in Lordaeron successfully broke through.
Just like the orcs treat the people of Lordaeron, the flesh and blood of the orcs are also shaved off and become food for the ghouls, who hate the rotten flesh and blood in their stomachs. The spirit and consciousness are not wasted. This is the favorite of banshees and lich mages.
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The bones of the orcs are piled up in mountains to repair the damaged bodies of the undead. There are also skilled craftsmen among the undead, who build these thick and strong bones into meat grinding machines.
In terms of utilization of corpses, the undead are obviously better than the orcs.
"When I was a teenager, I once made a mistake that has always bothered me. I heard that everyone has their own mission in this world. Maybe my mission is to make up for the mistake."
Robbie followed Alsace to the ranch, and Alsace slowed down. The orcs had visited here, leaving only rotting corpses. They had probably been resurrected, but they could not be distinguished from the undead army.
Alsace stood in front of an overgrown grave for a long time.
Life, death, rebirth!
Alsace was thinking, and he had questions in his mind.
He doesn't know if these resurrected undead are living beings. They have thoughts, self-awareness, love and hatred, and can mutate and evolve. If they have enough power of the dead, they can even live forever.
Arthas raised this question to Robbie.
Are the undead alive?
This is not only an academic problem, but also seems to be raised to a philosophical perspective.
Robbie found it difficult to answer this question, so he could only say tactfully:
"People live for a lifetime, and grass and trees fall for a lifetime. The most important thing in life is the unique experience, not the ending. You should ask the undead whether they would like to become flesh and blood, short-lived but colorful human beings, or live a long life.
A lifeless skeleton."
No need to ask, there may be some people who are willing to become undead, but only a very small number.
"Those who have flesh and blood are the real human beings. Kel'Thuzad is right. This is the real path to salvation."
Alsace made up his mind and set a goal for himself:
"But first they have to be awakened from the eternal sleep of death. This is a necessary process."
Frostmourne emits a green light, which links to the underground skeleton.
The tomb was torn apart, the soil cracked, and a horse with only bones left broke through the tomb, snuggled close to Alsace, and roared with joy.
Like the undead outside, the resurrected "Invincible" also has memories.
Life can be repeated, yes, there will be no mistakes, this is the proof.
Alsace is looking forward to the moment when "Invincible" is truly resurrected, looking forward to it becoming a healthy horse, running happily on the grassland, having its own mate, breeding beautiful and strong foals, and then growing old and frail.
, the bones are buried in the soil.
There is a beginning and an end, this is the complete life process.
After having this goal in mind, Alsace's eyes were clear and he already had a plan in mind. He said:
"First, I will drive the orcs out of this continent. After that, I will take most of the people of Lordaeron into Northrend, where the icy cold wind can keep the undead alive for a long time. Then I will set foot on it alone.
Journey to find the ultimate path to redemption."
"No, no, Your Highness, your idea is wrong."
Robbie immediately retorted:
"A road that has never been traveled before is destined to face countless difficulties and obstacles. It is definitely not something that can be completed by one person's wisdom. You need a laboratory, a team, and a group of the smartest people to help you
To explore this goal together, the team needs a leader, preferably a knowledgeable archmage."
"Kel'Thuzad?"
"That's right." Robbie nodded: "No one is more suitable than Kel'Thuzad. We need to turn this archmage into a real lich. He will bring us surprises." (To be continued)