The Alliance has stopped its offensive, and most kingdoms of the living do not like to wage war in winter. If the Scourge of Lordaeron was Anasterian's, he would definitely take the opportunity to launch a large-scale invasion in winter, striving to destroy all the living, so that he could occupy the entire Eastern and Western Plaguelands and cut off the Alliance's connection on the continent.
When Quel'Thalas is isolated, it will be time for him to punish Sylvanas Windrunner, the vile traitor who stole his kingdom and territory!
Unfortunately, it was not possible now. He could only mobilize a pitiful number of less than 100,000 elven undead. Although the quality of these undead was quite high, more than one-fifth of them were liches of various levels, the absolute number of elven undead was still too small. Compared with the nearly 10 million Scourge in Tirisfal Glades, it was simply not worth mentioning.
So he was waiting, like a poisonous spider that had woven a web and was hiding in a dark corner waiting for its prey to come to it.
Quiet and full of patience.
"It's been several months since we last heard from Lord Archimonde? How come there is still no news?" The dreadlord leader Detheroc stamped his hooves impatiently in Lordaeron: "I'm tired of these rotten zombies! If this continues, we'll all rot into zombies!"
The demon kings stood in the former royal gardens of Lordaeron. It was in this palace that Arthas murdered his own father and brought doom to his people. That was only a few months ago, but it seemed like a century had passed.
Today, the garden, which was once green even in winter, is rapidly decaying and decaying, just like the zombie skeletons wandering here.
"Our duty is to manage this place, Deserok." Another Dreadlord reminded the leader: "Then we have to stay here and ensure that the Scourge can attack at any time."
"Varimathras, of course I know!" Deserok roared. "But even if there were more problems, we should have received some orders long ago."
The discussion of the Dreadlords was interrupted by a rude sound, which was the sound of a sudden door falling. The two demons turned to the place where the sound came from at the same time, spread their bat wings alertly, and habitually let out a low roar.
Unexpectedly, the person who appeared before them was Arthas, a death knight who had been missing for many months and was no longer valued by the demon kings. The humans on the east side of the Undead Barrier claimed to have cut Arthas in half, and it seemed to be true, because his lower body obviously did not belong to him before.
However, the lower body had already merged perfectly with him. He squeezed the horse's belly hard, and the Invincible under his crotch stood up and raised its front hooves.
Seeing this scene, every dreadlord opened their eyes wide with chaos and stared at Arthas as if facing a great enemy.
The self-proclaimed King of Lordaeron did not wear a helmet, letting his white hair fall down beside his pale face, with a complacent evil smile on his face that the Dreadlord hated the most, because a guy with such a smile often means rebellion and resistance, which is not the expression a servant of a servant should have.
Arthas' voice was loud and inspiring: "Hello! Dreadlords!"
Faced with such a contemptuous greeting from Arthas, these great demons glared at him fiercely, obviously suppressing their anger and not letting their rage erupt.
"Perhaps, I should thank you for helping to take care of my kingdom while I was away. However, you are no longer of any use to me now."
The demon kings stared at him in astonishment for a long time.
Varimathras was the first to react, waving his claws and roaring: "This is our territory! It's Lordaeron of the Burning Legion! The Scourge belongs to the Burning Legion!"
Arthas laughed wildly, his voice full of joy and contempt: "Not anymore, idiotic demons. Archimonde died under the World Tree at Mount Hyjal four months ago. The Burning Legion is finished! Wait until I kill you all and it will be complete."
He grinned and raised Frostmourne high. The runes on the sword shone and danced. He didn't even need to tighten the reins. The telepathic Invincible rushed straight towards the three dreadlords.
However, Arthas underestimated the cunning and ability of the Dreadlord to escape. Unless it was a place like Mount Hyjal where a magic array for exorcism and exorcism had been set up in advance, the Dreadlord would really run away at any time.
"This is not over yet, you despicable bone-slag knight!!" After letting out the wail of the bear dog, the dreadlords had no intention of fighting Arthas at all, and simply ran away with a few directional teleports. Their running speed was obviously faster than the action of Invincible - Frostmourne only pierced the air, emitting a disappointed wail.
Arthas's face was filled with anger, but he soon regained his cheerful mood.
The protective array of Azeroth has been restored, and the demons can neither leave nor receive any reinforcements. The dreadlords are like rootless duckweed, and they will fall sooner or later. The difference is whether they die at his hands or at the hands of the Alliance, which he hates.
"We knew you would come back, Prince Arthas!" Kel'Thuzad was excited.
Arthas did not bother to look at his loyal servant, but stared at Anasterian.
"I'm glad to see that you are still strong, Sun King Anasterian," Arthas said sarcastically, "You also know that I will come back, so are you ready to bow your humble head?"
The rage deep in Anasterian's soul was erupting and swaying wildly, but the soul fire burning in his eyes remained calm: "To bow to the strong is the greatest righteousness in the world."
After saying that, he lowered his head, but in his heart, he swore fiercely that this was the last time!
No one knows that without the influence of sufficiently strong external forces, the wheel of fate will continue to roll forward along its inherent trajectory, crushing all weak existences.
However, when a bearing or part of the wheel disappears, fate will naturally find a replacement.
On this day, Anasterian found the miserable dreadlord, subdued the dreadlord Varimathras, defeated Detheroc, and then launched a counterattack against Arthas, whose strength was greatly reduced due to the weakening of the Lich King. He was just a little short of completely destroying the next Lich King, and the Sun King still failed.
Out of his desire for independence and his insecurity about the powerful alliance, Anasterian united the undead with strong self-will into the Forsaken, and at the same time began to rebuild the underground area of the royal city of Lordaeron. He wanted to transform it into an underground fortress that any army could capture - Undercity!