Now the human empire is facing a very difficult situation. After losing the human emperor Lothar and those mature and prudent kings, almost every country is in charge of some young people, and the citizens have just gone through a tragic war. They

I was filled with fear and anxiety, as the time had come to test the abilities of these young kings.

If the young rulers cannot prepare a new resting place for their people before they are overwhelmed by the fear in their hearts, then the human empire will be completely over.

This is also the reason why Arthas appeared in Jingtooth City. There are only four short days until the end of the final war in Northern Xinjiang, but Arthas doesn't have much time to rest. He must take Rodan with him.

Ren's legions with fighting strength went to Dustwallow Marsh to join King Garin Trollbane, and in the swamp near the sea, they built the first city of the new era of the Human Empire.

"Your Majesty, you should rest. You have to go on a journey tomorrow."

The loyal captain of the guard, Farric, looked at His Majesty the King, who had been unusually silent recently. He persuaded with some worry: "You can no longer fall asleep with alcohol. This thing will affect your judgment."

"By the Holy Light, please let me be quiet for one night, Farric."

His Majesty Alsace waved his hand impatiently:

"Come out and let me be quiet, okay?"

The captain of the guard wanted to say something more, but considering the quarrel this afternoon, he finally sighed and left the room quietly. The moment the door closed, Alsace, who was unshaven and looked extremely tired,

Shaking his head, he raised his hand, and the cold wine poured down his throat into his intestines and stomach. The spicy feeling made the scene in front of him start to shake.

He couldn't help but recall the exchange he had with his father... and Terenas Menethil, one of the Forgotten Kings, on the battlefield on the north coast on the night he left Northern Territory.

..

"Father, I...how can I save your soul? How can I save your kingdom..."

Alsace murmured to himself, and as the wine poured into his throat bit by bit, his eyelids became heavier and heavier, until at a certain moment, the young and mentally haggard king lay on the sofa of the goblins.

, the moment he closed his eyes in a daze, another scene appeared in front of him.

It was a scene of whistling falling snow blowing in the strong wind. Alsace saw in a trance the endless undead souls entrenched on the entire continent, as well as the tall tower standing in the dark ice and snow, and the tower at the top.

In the Ice Throne, there is a faint and dark light shining in the frozen ice.

In front of the throne, there is a magic sword suspended above the snow, shining with pale light. Just like the dark magic sword in Tyrion's hand, it is exuding endless... power.

"Come, come, Arthas Menethil, your weapons have been wiped clean, your legions are ready to go... Come, become the king, and then take back the land and... glory you lost."

"If you want to defeat the devil, you must first become a devil... This is a great and glorious sacrifice. Use yourself as a sacrifice to win the future for your people and civilization, just like Lothar, just like yours.

Just like my father..."
Chapter completed!