Chapter 990: Established fate

The Alliance has stopped attacking, and in the winter, most living kingdoms do not like to wage war. If Lordaeron ’s Scourge is owned by Anastrian, then he will definitely take the opportunity to launch a large-scale invasion in the winter, trying to destroy all living beings, so that he can occupy the entire East and West plague. To cut the alliance's ties on the continent.
When Quel'Thalas hangs out, it is time for him to punish Sylvanas Windrunner, the despicable betrayer who stole his kingdom and territory!
It's a pity that he can't do it now. All he can mobilize is a pitifully small number of elves who are less than 100,000. Although the quality of this part of the undead is quite high, more than one-fifth of them are Lich of all ranks, but the absolute value of the elven undead is still too small, compared with the nearly 10 million total Scourge in Tirisfal Glades. It's not worth mentioning.
So he was waiting, like a poisonous spider with a woven spider web hiding in a dark corner waiting for the prey to deliver it to the door.
Quiet and patient.
"It's been a few months since I last heard from Lord Archimonde? Why is there no news yet?" Deslock, the Lord of the Dreadlords in Lordaeron, hobbed impatiently: "These rotten zombies, I It ’s all greasy! Feeling like this, we will all become rotten zombies! "
The demon kings stood in the former Royal Garden of Lordaeron. It was in this palace that Arthas murdered his biological father and brought the end to his people. It was only a few months ago. It seems like a century has passed.
Today, the garden, which is still green in the winter, decays quickly like the zombie skeletons that linger here.
"Our job is to manage this place, Desirok." Another Dreadlord reminded the leader: "Then you have to stay here to ensure that the Scourge is ready to attack."
"Banazar, of course I know!" Varimathras, the third fear lord, growled. "But even if there are many conditions, we should have received some orders."
The talk of the dreadlords was interrupted by a rough voice, a sudden noise of the door falling down. At the same time, the three demon kings turned to the place where the sound came, and simultaneously raised the bat wings alertly, habitually making a low growl.
Unexpectedly, Alsace appeared before them, a death knight who had disappeared for many months and was no longer valued by the demon kings. The man on the east side of the undead barrier claims to have cut Arthas' waist, and it really seems to be the same thing, because it is obvious that his lower body did not belong to him before.
However, the lower body was perfectly integrated with him. With a strong grip on the horse's belly, his [invincible] stood up and raised his forefoot.
Seeing this scene, every dreadlord opened his eyes full of chaos, staring at Arthas like an enemy.
The self-proclaimed King Lordaeron did not wear a helmet, and allowed his white hair to hang next to his pale face, with a complacent smile on his face that was most disgusting to the dreadlord. Because a guy with such a smile often means untamed and resisted, this is not the expression that a slave should have.
Arthas's voice was loud and exhilarating: "Hello you! Fear the demon kings!"
Facing such a gentle greeting from Arthas, the big devil stared at him fiercely, obviously suppressing their anger and preventing their anger from erupting.
"Perhaps, I should thank you for helping to take care of my kingdom during the time I left. However, you are no longer of value."
The devil glared at him for a while.
Banazal first responded, waving his paws and roaring: "This is our place! It is Lordaeron of the Burning Legion! Scourge Legion belongs to the Burning Legion!"
Arthas laughed wildly, his voice revealing joy and contempt: "No longer, idiot demons. Archimonde was killed under the world tree in Mount Hyjal four months ago. The Burning Legion is over! You will be fulfilled when I kill you again. "
He grinned and raised the frost sorrow, the runes on the sword shone and danced, and he didn't even need to tighten the reins. The invincible [Invincible] had rushed straight to the three Dreadlords.
However, Arthas underestimated the cunning and running skills of the Dreadlord. Unless the dead land of the evil exorcism array is arranged in advance like Mount Hyjal, the Dread Lord really says run and run.
"This thing is not over yet, the despicable bone scum knight!" After releasing a sorrow of a negative dog, the Dreadlords did not intend to play against Arthas at all, and ran away with a few direct teleportations. Their running speed is obviously faster than that of [Invincible]. [Frostmourne] only pierced the air and issued a mournful disappointment.
Arthas was full of anger, but soon he was happy again.
The protective circle of Azeroth has been replenished, and the demons can neither leave nor have other reinforcements come in. Several Dreadlords, like the rootless duckweed, will fall sooner or later, the difference is that they die in his hands or in the hands of the alliance he hates.
"We knew you would be back, Prince Alsace!" Kel'Thuzad was excited.
Arthas didn't bother to look at his loyal servant, but stared at Anastrian.
"I'm glad to see your bones are still strong, Sun King Anastrian" Arthas sarcastically said, "Do you know that I will come back, so are you ready to lower your humble head?"
Anastrian's rage deep in his soul was erupting and swaying frantically, but the fire of the soul burning in his eyes was still calm: "Heading down to the strong is the greatest truth in heaven and earth."
After all, he bowed his head, but inwardly, he swore fiercely, this is the last time!
No one knows that under the influence of a sufficiently powerful external force, the wheel of destiny will follow the inherent trajectory and continue to roll forward, crushing all weak beings.
However, when a bearing or component of a wheel disappears, fate naturally finds a substitute.
On this day, Anastrian found the desperate Dreadlord, conquered Varimathras, defeated Barnazzar, and then launched a backstab against Arthas, whose strength was weakened due to the weakening of the Lich King . It was almost so that the next Lich King fell completely, and the Sun King failed.
Desperate for self-reliance and a sense of insecurity for a powerful alliance, Anastrian began to remodel the underground area of ​​Lordaeron while integrating undead with strong self-will as the forgotten. Undercity fortress that cannot be captured by any army!