As the star soul that gave birth to Titan, this planet can extract infinite energy from the universe, so as long as it is not drained all at once, it can always recover slowly over time.

And in exchange, I will become the protector of this planet and help you repel all invading enemies.

It doesn’t matter if this enemy is the Burning Legion or the Old Gods.”

Zuo Si expressed his intentions and attitude very simply.

"Can you take on the Burning Legion and the Dark Titan behind it?"

Chromie raised his eyebrows and started looking up and down.

"Of course I can't do it now.

Because this is just a mortal body controlled by a ray of consciousness.

Although he has become a lot stronger after some transformations, at best he can barely reach the level of a demigod in the wilderness of this world. He is really too weak.

But if I can successfully lower a clone, even if the Titans of the Pantheon are resurrected collectively, I will be sure to defeat them all.

After all, I am not alone, but can summon many subordinates and allies to help.

Each of them has the power to crush a planet with ease.

As for Archimonde, Kil'jaeden and the like, who you think are extremely powerful, in my eyes they are just two clowns who use the power of Sargeras to pretend to be powerful, and can be easily crushed to death with just one finger.

And I will prove it in the upcoming Battle of Mount Hyjal.

Okay, that’s it for today’s conversation.

I think you have got enough information to go back to Nozdormu.

I would rather be your ally than your enemy.

But that depends on Nozdormu's next decision."

After that, Zuo Si stood up and disappeared into the darkness without looking back.

Chromie stood there without saying a word for several minutes, and then he dragged Ashkami, who had swept away all the snacks and fruits on the table, and even the tea in the pot, and quickly

Teleport back to the Caverns of Time in the Tanaris Desert.

Although she was not sure whether the other party was deliberately exaggerating in the conversation just now, she was certain that the entire timeline had been locked. This matter was definitely not something she could handle, and she must report it to the Bronze Dragon King immediately—

—Nozdormu.

…

At the same time, in the Kingdom of Lordaeron in the north of the eastern continent, the massacre caused by Arthas continued.

Although reinforcements from various alliance countries have begun to arrive at the front line of Silverpine Forest one after another, and they have also taken the initiative to march towards Tirisfal Glades, hoping to support and rescue those towns that are still desperately resisting, in order to rescue more innocent civilians.

But unfortunately, the main force of the natural disaster coming from the East Wilder region was already in place, and a huge fortification group was built based on the royal capital.

The temporary commander-in-chief of the coalition forces just took one look and immediately gave up the plan to attack. He could only build a defense line in place to block the opponent's southward movement.

What a joke!

The Royal Capital of Lordaeron was originally one of the most easily defended and difficult to attack cities in the human kingdom. The surrounding fortresses, arrow towers, and tall and thick city walls alone were enough to withstand an onslaught of enemies that were more than ten times their size.

Not to mention that the Alliance army is still at a numerical disadvantage, and heavy weapons such as artillery, slings, crossbows, and ballistae have not been shipped at all.

Taking the initiative to attack the city at this time is definitely because you are impatient and want to die.

Even if the marshal issues an order, the legion commanders belonging to the various kingdoms below will not agree.

However, in order to obtain more intelligence and first-hand news, the coalition still sent a large number of light cavalry scouts and dwarf griffin squads to conduct repeated investigations deep into the interior of the Kingdom of Lordaeron.

The news that came back shocked and frightened everyone.

Tirisfal Glades, home to over two million people and extremely wealthy, is now completely in ruins.

Except for a very small number of towns with strong walls and fortresses, the rest of the places have not just fallen, but all living people have been killed and transformed into undead creatures.

And the plague quickly contaminated the land and water sources, presenting a horrific scene of twisted death.

According to a Dalaran mage, this place is no longer suitable for all living life, including humans.

In some places, the lichs and necromancers of the Scourge even set up a cauldron with thick smoke, making it clear that they wanted to spread the plague further, and eventually turn this land into a

The strategic intention of Paradise of the Dead.

You don't need to ask to know that this kind of behavior that fundamentally destroys the living environment has completely angered the Alliance troops who came from afar.

The upright and violent dwarves even mounted griffins and carried bombs to throw at the undead gathered in the capital every day to vent the anger in their hearts that was about to overflow.

Others want to find Alsace so that they can find and kill this traitor who killed his father and mother.

Unfortunately, what they didn't know was that Arthas had already led his elites to leave Tirisfal Glades and enter the Western Plaguelands.

At this moment, he was riding his beloved horse, Wudi, which had just been resurrected. He stared at the rotten coffin that had just been dug out of the tomb without saying a word.

You don't need to ask to know that what is contained here is the body of Kel'Thuzad, who was killed by his own hands.

Obviously, Arthas' current goal is to take the remains north to Quel'Thalas and resurrect the great lich through the infinite energy of the Sunwell.

This is also the reason why on the southern front, the Scourge Legion clearly gathered a large army but never launched an attack.

Soon, with the concerted efforts of the followers of the Curse Sect, the soil covering the coffin was quickly cleared away.

When the lid of the coffin was pried open, a pungent rotten smell hit his face.

Inside the coffin, Kel'Thuzad's body was rotting beyond recognition, and densely packed insects were scurrying between the rotten flesh and bones, creating a scene that would make a normal person vomit out his overnight meal.

But Alsace, who was already a death knight, didn't react at all and just made a slight frown.

On the contrary, the Dread Lord Tichondrius couldn't help showing a look of disgust, and immediately complained: "Damn it! This corpse is too rotten and cannot be sustained until it reaches Quel'Thalas. We must

Also, we need to find a way to prevent the rot from continuing."

"Does it have to be in Quel'Thalas?" Arthas turned his head and asked.

"Yes, the Sunwell of the High Elves is one of the few magical energy intersections in the world. Only there can give Kel'Thuzad powerful arcane magical energy, giving him the qualifications to open the legion's portal."

Tichondrius explained patiently.

As the nominal leader of all the Dread Lords, he is not as domineering as other compatriots, and even gives people a polite and elegant feeling when he speaks.

Therefore, he got along quite happily with the warrior chosen by the Lich King in front of him, and there was no atmosphere of hostility or tension at all.

"Then what do you need me to do?"

Alsace continued to ask.

Tichondrius replied without thinking: "It's very simple. You have to grab a magical urn from the hands of those paladins, and then put his remains in it. During this period, the remains themselves cannot be affected by

Any death or contamination by psychic magic, otherwise the resurrection will not achieve the desired effect."

"I understand, I will snatch this urn back."

Alsace accepted the task very simply.

Just when he was about to lead a group of ghouls towards the direction of the city, the Dread Lord suddenly reminded him from behind: "Be careful, don't be careless.

Because your teacher, the leader of the Knights of the Silver Hand, Uther the Lightbringer, is currently stationed in Andorhal.

The power of Holy Light he masters is extremely powerful.

Several previous fierce sieges were burned to ashes by him and a group of paladins.

Even Baron Rivendell almost didn't make it back alive."

"Uther? Humph! I happen to have something I want to talk to him about face to face, and this is a perfect opportunity."

A creepy sneer appeared on Alsace's face.

If there is anything besides the title of the most dutiful son of Azeroth that has accompanied him throughout his life, it is undoubtedly "nostalgia".

Whether it is after becoming a death knight, he transformed Farric and Maven who had been loyal to him and followed him all the way, or he resurrected his beloved horse Invincible, or he personally completed the "feat" of killing his father and mother, all of which reflect

It emerged from Alsace's subconscious obsession with his closest friends, partners and relatives.

Even he himself didn't realize this.

With this obsession, the mighty Scourge soon approached Andorhal's city walls covered with corpses, broken flesh, bones and dried blood.

Since Alsace had no intention of hiding anything and was riding his undead horse at the forefront, Ballard, the Silver Hand paladin standing on duty on the city wall, immediately recognized the prince who had committed numerous crimes and cursed angrily.

Said: "Heartless traitor!

You have insulted your father and family, and you still have the nerve to appear here?

I really don’t understand why Uther wanted to vouch for you in the first place!

The honor he had spent his whole life accumulating was now all gone because of Li's actions!

I curse you to die badly!"

However, Arthas didn't even bother to respond to such scoldings, and directly rushed over with the undead army behind him.

He took the lead and jumped onto the city wall, which was not very high in the first place. He wielded Frostmourne and began to harvest the lives of the surrounding soldiers.

In the blink of an eye, a section of the city wall mixed with hundreds of veterans and militiamen was cleared.

The ghoul army followed closely and easily climbed up from below, pouring into the city in a steady stream, breaking through the seemingly solid defense in less than a few minutes.
To be continued...