Chapter 161 – Clearing World of Warcraft
[Looking at the stunned faces of Varian and the others—especially Tomli Magellas, who was the most shocked and felt deeply betrayed—you simply shrugged and said, "Why so serious?"]
[As Tomli Magellas said, you're essentially a good person—not the monster they think you are. You're just a little… strange. After feeling the immense power now at your disposal and trying to summon a massive horde of undead, you still chose to let your friends go. You hoped that in the days to come, they'd bring you more surprises.]
[After drawing Frostmourne, your mind was suddenly filled with countless maddening voices. A dark will was trying to compel you to submit to the Lich King and destroy all living beings. You then sensed Ner'zhul's fury inside your mind. In fact, the moment you picked up Frostmourne, you felt a deeper connection between you and Ner'zhul. Beyond his rage, you also caught a trace of hidden delight in his heart. Perhaps he thought you'd make a fine vessel after all. Within the span of just one breath, he hurled no less than ten profanities at you—so fast it was practically a rap performance. Facing his rage, you offered a half-hearted explanation: "It was an accident." Who knows if he believed it—but at least you did.]
[In August, Year 20, after claiming Frostmourne, your control over the undead improved dramatically, and your power became overwhelming. Despite the presence of Uther—formerly Lordaeron's greatest warrior and now its mightiest paladin—and a steadily growing Varian under his mentorship, the Lordaeron Expeditionary Force quickly fell to the region's frigid winds. Reanimated by the Lich King's power, they became new Scourge minions. Former teammates turned into current enemies… The collapse of adults often comes suddenly. Before long, the expedition fell apart. Of the nearly twenty thousand soldiers, fewer than a thousand made it back to Lordaeron.]
[In September, Year 20, after the expedition's complete failure and their retreat back to Lordaeron, you received Ner'zhul's summons—he called you to return to the Frozen Throne. You knew then that the fun was just beginning. Ner'zhul had once sought to corrupt Arthas to make him draw Frostmourne and shed his final shred of humanity, turning him into a vessel for resurrection. His summoning of you clearly held the same intent. Now you were dying to know—after merging with the Lich King, would you assimilate him, or would he assimilate you?]
[Delighted, you raced from Howling Fjord toward Icecrown Glacier. As you passed through Azjol-Nerub, the crypt lord Anub'arak joined you, guiding you through a series of ancient underground tunnels. Within just half a month, you reached Icecrown Citadel.]
[From October, Year 20, to May, Year 25, you pressed forward through the freezing snow along the mountain path leading to the Frozen Throne. Upon reaching the summit and standing before the runed armor encased in ice, Ner'zhul's yearning for freedom surged and consumed your mind.]
[You raised Frostmourne and struck the ice that imprisoned Ner'zhul. With a crisp crack, the ice shattered. Gazing at the rune-covered armor and the Helm of Domination lying on the ground, your lips curled into an exaggerated grin. You picked up the helm and placed it on your head—this marked your unification with the Lich King, making you the most powerful monster in all of Azeroth.]
[Sitting atop the Frozen Throne, a protracted war for control of your body began within your mind. Memories surged—Ner'zhul's and your own. Though Ner'zhul's soul was much stronger—having wielded the Lich King's power for far longer—your chaotic and unpredictable thoughts left him no way to locate any weakness in your spirit.]
[In contrast, as a mentalist, you saw through Ner'zhul's mind like a sieve: his fear of Kil'jaeden, PTSD from soul torment, and guilt over leading the orcs to serve the Burning Legion. As for you—you had long buried all humanity and guilt. You actually hoped everyone would resist you, that the entire world would stand against you, just so you could crush it.]
[Exploiting Ner'zhul's fragile soul, you easily shattered his will and took full control of the Lich King's power. When you finally opened your eyes, your consciousness stretched across the entire world of Azeroth.]
[You sensed a grudge sealed beneath the nearby ice—bones of a long-dead mother dragon radiating ancient hatred. That hatred coalesced into a name within your mind: Sindragosa… You left the Frozen Throne and arrived at the site of the blue dragon's fall. Feeling the powerful essence and wrath within her remains, you resurrected her as a frost wyrm, making her one of your strongest subordinates.]
[Next, you ordered your minions to excavate Galakrond—the largest proto-dragon in Azeroth—buried in Dragonblight. Upon reviving him, his ferocity and destructive power, once unmatched even among his kind, were restored. When his colossal skeletal form flapped its wings across the sky, casting a shadow large enough to blot out half the heavens, dragons everywhere trembled in fear.]
[In June, Year 25, following your rebirth, you now not only commanded an endless army of undead but also had Galakrond and Sindragosa at your side. Meanwhile, in the human world, your worshippers—the Cult of the Damned—spread across Stormwind with Onyxia's tacit approval. It was time to enact your next step: to annihilate all order in this world.]
[You resurrected Kel'Thuzad as a powerful lich—your most loyal lieutenant—and constructed Naxxramas, a massive floating fortress. You launched your invasion anew over Lordaeron, declaring war on every faction across the land. The Knights of the Silver Hand, the Kingdom of Lordaeron, and the dwarves all became targets of Naxxramas's assault.]
[From June, Year 25, to May, Year 29, under your campaign, the kingdoms of Lordaeron, Alterac, Gilneas, the high elves' Silvermoon, Khaz Modan, and the gnomes all fell to the Scourge. Some of their citizens became undead, others fled westward under Varian's leadership to Kalimdor. After destroying Dalaran and seizing the artifact Book of Medivh, Mal'Ganis—whom you had previously killed—returned from the Twisting Nether with orders from Kil'jaeden: use the tome to open a portal and welcome the Burning Legion and their demon lord Archimonde into Azeroth.]
[But no one could command you—not even Kil'jaeden. Without hesitation, you tore the tome apart, shocking them all. As a result, the Burning Legion could no longer enter Azeroth. Mal'Ganis, stunned at first, quickly pledged allegiance to you.]
[Even the Dragon Aspects joined the war against you, to no avail. You even added more bone dragons to your ranks. In the Eastern Kingdoms, only Stormwind remained—a stronghold of the Cult of the Damned. Under your influence, Benedictus, once disciple to Alonsus Faol the High Priest of the Light, fully embraced the Shadow and became High Priest of the cult. Nearly all citizens were now devout followers—faith had proven to be a powerful boon to your strength.]
[In June, Year 29, after you destroyed Ironforge, Magni Bronzebeard of Khaz Modan forged the holy sword Ashbringer in grief and fury for Uther the Lightbringer. Now, the last human resistance had allied with Thrall's Horde in Kalimdor—the first union of Alliance and Horde against a common enemy.]
[Varian lived up to your expectations. After King Terenas's death, he became the leader of mankind, the strongest warrior in the human world, wielding the high elven blade Shalamayne—and now, he'd issued a formal challenge to you. Laughable.]
[Against your absolute power, resistance was meaningless. You easily shattered Ashbringer and once again defeated Varian. Looking at this admirable foe's corpse, you casually revived him as an undead imbued with your own indomitable will. He would now fight forever, whether as your servant or one of the Forsaken. Even when the bronze dragons brought in alternate-universe versions of peak Rhonin, Varian Wrynn, Thrall, and Saurfang the Elder to challenge you, it was futile. Riding Galakrond, your bone dragon's wings whipped up gales, and Frostmourne spread blizzards wherever it cleaved. After cruelly toying with and torturing your enemies, you annihilated nearly all resistance left in the world.]
[From May, Year 29, to September, Year 60, you sat atop the Frozen Throne in contemplation. Many things happened during this time—some Old Gods awoke, Deathwing unleashed cataclysmic threats—but your Scourge and undead forces triumphed again and again. Yet without worthy foes, boredom occasionally crept in.]
[In October, Year 60, in a mere instant of absentmindedness, you found yourself transported again—summoned by the devout prayers and chants of your worshippers. You arrived in a fascinating new place—where you could travel to countless intriguing worlds. Your grin widened. Though restricted, didn't this mean you had a chance to reunite with some old friends? Like you… Batman?]
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