For some reason, Arthas seemed to hear a deep sense of helplessness and sorrow in the wizard's words, which were similar to Aiden's. Aiden and the wizard's departure made him feel as if Lordaeron had been abandoned by fate.
He looked at his stubborn father and couldn't help but think: If I were the king, I would definitely be willing to prepare for possible disasters. Because once Aiden and the wizard's words are confirmed, the unprepared Kingdom of Lordaeron will fall into an irreversible abyss.
Listening to the boastful remarks of the surrounding ministers, Arthas felt a burst of confusion.
"My country is indeed decaying and dying." He looked at his aging father, whose hair had already turned silver-gray and was no longer as wise and powerful as he used to be. "I must do something for her, at any cost!"
Today's Lordaeron court was destined to be uneasy. Not long after Medivh left, the throne hall, which had just recovered its atmosphere, welcomed an uninvited guest.
A warrior wearing the uniform of a Gryphon Knight strode in, and his words shocked the entire throne hall: "Your Majesty, please save Stratholme!"
Terenas looked at the knight's chapped and bruised lips, as if he had been frozen in the cold wind for a long time. He quickly comforted the brave knight: "Get up, bring this knight some food and hot water." He instructed the guards, then said to the knight: "Please sit down and tell me slowly, what happened to Stratholme?"
The knight took the cup of hot water brought by the guard, held it in his hands, and drank it all in a few gulps. He really seemed to be hungry and thirsty. After drinking the water, he pushed away the snacks handed over by the guard next to him and said eagerly: "Your Majesty, the Cult of the Damned used an inside agent to release a plague in Stratholme. Before I left, hundreds of people had already been infected and turned into zombies that bite people! The situation is still deteriorating. Lord Saidan Dathrohan has ordered the entire city to be sealed off. He sent me to inform you of this news and ask Your Majesty for assistance."
After Terenas sat up straight and listened to the Gryphon Knight's detailed report, he regretfully slapped his knee and immediately said to Arthas beside him: "Son, you must immediately catch up with that commander from Valoran, do you understand what I mean?"
Arthas was half-understanding and half-confused, and asked: "But didn't you just reject his help? He should be furious now."
Terenas looked deeply at his proud child and taught: "You must remember, Arthas. As a king, I can reject someone because of an unconfirmed threat, and I can also beg for someone's help when the people are threatened by something we cannot handle. This is politics."
Arthas cheered up, agreed, and then quickly chased after him.
...
After Aiden walked out of the throne hall, his mood had improved a lot.
"A group of mortals enslaved by politics." Kayle's words were either sarcasm or complaint, but they dispelled the haze in Aiden's heart.
Aiden smiled and said: "Don't say that, I am also a mortal, Kayle."
Kayle turned to look at him, making him feel a little strange: "What's on my face?"
"No," Kayle shook his head seriously, and then said, "Are you so sure you are a mortal?"
"Otherwise, what else could I be!" Aiden laughed. "Let's go back to Hinterlands and start our reclamation plan, and watch me use science and technology to farm and build an army to crush you Scourge demons!"
"What is that?" Kayle asked.
"Haha, just a saying from my hometown."
Just as they were about to use teleportation to leave, the Archmage's voice sounded from behind.
"Please wait, Aiden!"
Antonidas hurried to catch up.
"Aiden, and Kayle," the Archmage breathed a sigh of relief, walking side by side with them, "It's good to be young, this old bone of mine gets tired after hurrying a few steps."
"Don't say that, you are still strong and vigorous." Aiden smiled.
Antonidas let out a hearty laugh. After the necessary pleasantries, he began to talk about business: "I am very sorry, Terenas is not very clear about the situation, so he rejected your kindness. But I understand him, he is not a stubborn person, he is very responsible, and he will apologize to you when he figures it out." At the end, he added, "I guarantee it!"
"I believe you. I hope this world will leave him enough time to figure it out." Aiden smiled, indicating that he didn't mind.
"But my promise is still valid," Antonidas said seriously, "Although this meeting was not pleasant, your joining the Alliance will have to be delayed for the time being, but as I said, Dalaran is willing to form an alliance with your Valoran—after deliberation by our council, we can allocate Tarren Mill next to Durnholde Keep to you as territory."
Aiden asked: "Then what are the conditions?"
"Don't worry, my friend, the council has proposed a win-win condition: Dalaran and Valoran form an alliance, and you can learn our spells. Similarly, we also need to understand some of this summoner system you have mastered."
"It is indeed a win-win choice." Aiden was a little surprised. Tarren Mill is not a small place, but is it Dalaran's territory? In his impression, Dalaran seems to be the city that has always stayed in the purple magic barrier. So he raised his doubts.
The Archmage laughed loudly: "My friend, you underestimate Dalaran too much. In fact, the area around Dalaran is under our protection. Moreover, due to Alterac's betrayal in the last war, its territory was divided by the Alliance countries. Tarren Mill was allocated to Dalaran at the meeting at that time. However, as an exclave, it is too close to Durnholde Keep, which is jointly supervised by the Alliance, so we only sent some mage representatives there. In fact, it is indeed being used by Lordaeron. But I believe that when we ask to reclaim sovereignty, Terenas will not refuse."
"As you said, I cannot refuse such a win-win alliance." Aiden readily agreed.
"Then let's go to Dalaran first, I guarantee they will welcome you." The Archmage activated the group teleportation spell, and the figures of the three disappeared from the Lordaeron Palace.
The prince, who had chased out, couldn't find anyone, and finally got the news from the guards: his target had gone to Dalaran as a guest with the Archmage.
Realizing that the situation in Stratholme was extremely critical, Arthas immediately went to the court mage and asked him to send a message expressing his meaning.
...
After Broxigar was resurrected as a death knight, Kel'Thuzad was very satisfied with his masterpiece. This orc was so powerful in both soul and body that he was the most powerful death knight he had ever seen.
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Kel'Thuzad looked at Broxigar: "As a death knight, you still need a rune weapon and a skeletal warhorse. But I have already prepared." He took out a rune great axe from his space bag, "Broxigar, from the moment you accept this rune axe, your soul will forever be loyal to the great Lich King, whether you are alive or dead."
"Yes, my master. I will clear all obstacles for the Lich King." Broxigar's common language had a strong orcish accent. As soon as he took the rune great axe, he felt that the axe was like an extension of his arm, with a perfect fit and easy to wield.
The resurrected orc's heart was filled with hatred and evil. The orc who valued honor more than life was gone without a trace.
"Then there's the mount," Kel'Thuzad looked at Rivendare beside him, "Baron, your warhorse is not bad."
Baron Rivendare obediently offered his beloved warhorse. Under the effect of necromancy, the warhorse screamed, its originally smooth fur quickly rotted, and its spiritual eyes turned into two holes emitting evil red light, and a pair of sharp goat horns grew on its skull.
"This warhorse that will never tire, never rest, and never eat is yours, my death knight."
"Thank you for your gift, master." Broxigar stepped on the stirrups and rode up. He felt that he was born to ride on such a death warhorse to fight. He was so stupid before that he didn't join the great Lich King sooner—wasn't Ner'zhul always the spiritual leader of the orcs? Now he has finally returned to the "orthodoxy".
"Where do we go next?" Rivendare asked.
"Go south, there is a friend of mine in Tarren Mill."
The joy of getting a group of powerful orc helpers diluted some of Kel'Thuzad's frustration. He believed that after going south, his career would recover quickly, even grow rapidly.
However, the reality deviated somewhat from his thoughts.
Starting the next day, a strange woman wearing leather clothes and red sunglasses found them. If Broxigar hadn't reacted quickly and used his rune great axe to block a crossbow bolt shot from a distance, Kel'Thuzad might have become a corpse before his career was completed.
After confirming that she was the only one, the angry Kel'Thuzad sent several converted orc undead to kill the despicable attacker, but he misjudged the strange huntress's strength. Three orcs were killed by the crossbow bolts shot from the huge crossbow in her hand before they were even close—they were truly dead. The crossbow bolts carried some strange power, and the undead who were shot turned into ashes as if they had been ignited.
Kel'Thuzad was preparing to use magic to kill this offender from behind, but he failed. The woman could always nimbly avoid his spells by rolling and jumping.
Under duress, he had to let Broxigar go forward to entangle the huntress, trying to kill her—at least to prevent her from calling for help. Now they were on Lordaeron's territory, and if they attracted a large group of soldiers, they would be exposed.
"What a hateful woman, if you dare to chase after me tonight, I don't mind torturing you before turning you into one of us!"
Kel'Thuzad cursed silently in his heart, and then used the time Broxigar bought to escape quickly.
Obviously, he didn't know enough about this strange woman's title—this was the Night Hunter—Vayne!