Azeroth: Starting with Eagle Eye in the Necropolis.

After knocking on Miss Blue Dragon's door and explaining the situation, Miss Blue Dragon rolled her eyes, but did not refuse Rhodes. Instead, she generously invited the Black Dragon Princess in.

“Don’t worry, Rhodes, I’ll teach him a lesson,” Tyrion said.

This is a good opportunity! We can teach that black dragon princess a lesson and vent our anger for the blue dragon legion.

Onyxia broke out in a cold sweat. The blue dragon princess's smile sent chills down her spine. "Master," she said, "aren't you going to consider me?"

Rhode smiled at Miss Blue Dragon, summoned two Holy Light Angels, and instructed them to guard the gate to prevent Onyxia from escaping before leaving the room.

As soon as they returned to the room, Rhodes couldn't wait to lock the door from the inside and then picked up the female mage around the waist.

“I think this is a good opportunity. Hmm, think about it, Rhodes, you catch this black dragon.”

"I think when we leave Stormwind and return to Lordaeron, we can deliberately create an opportunity for this mother dragon to escape, and then we can sneak up and take down her lair," the female mage said, lying flat on her bed.

Rhodes smiled upon hearing this, and kissed the female mage on the cheek.

“Your idea is good, but I’ve known where Onyxia’s cave is for a long time.”

Just kidding. Back then, in order to obtain the Black Dragon mount, I went down the Sinking Swamp dungeon countless times. Right after arriving in Kalimdor, Rhodes took a moment to patrol on his wyvern and successfully found Onyxia's lair. Inside, besides some young dragons and hatchlings, there were some black dragon guards protecting the cave.

“You already knew, so could you lure out someone close to him, like his brother?” the female mage said, lying down next to Rhodes.

“That’s a good idea. I’ve already made arrangements, so don’t worry! This female dragon is excellent bait; I’m going to use her to catch big fish.” After saying that, Rhodes turned off the magic lampshade in the room and pulled the blanket over the two of them.

Silent all night.

The events in Stormwind have come to a temporary end with Rhodes forcefully exposing Onyxia, taking Anduin as his apprentice, gifting him the Holy Phoenix, and teaching him the spell "Summoning Holy Light Elements."

Rhodes' trip was incredibly fruitful. He not only achieved his initial goals of establishing his authority in Stormwind and gaining official recognition as the Grand Marshal of the Alliance, but also gained a future King of Stormwind as his disciple and even kept a black dragon princess by his side.

In the following days, major events began to unfold throughout Stormwind as King Varian began purging the traitorous nobles.

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Far above the continent of Northrend, Arthas, after a long journey, traversing the mechanisms of the underground kingdom, eliminating a group of dwarves, and a squad of Burning Legion demons sent by Kil'jaeden, finally arrived at the Frozen Throne.

Because of Rhodes's appearance, Illidan did not come to attack Arthas, but Kil'jaeden did not let Arthas off easy either, sending a demon horde of the Burning Legion, led by Malchezaar, to attack Arthas.

Malchezaar's strength was decent, but far inferior to Arthas'. After a fierce battle, the Eredar prince was killed by Arthas with a single sword strike, and his soul was sent to the Twisting Nether.

Northrend, Icecrown Glacier.

The cold wind, carrying ice shards, is like countless sharp blades, endlessly cutting through this cursed land.

Arthas Menethil, the former prince of Lordaeron and now a death knight, treads through the snow as he walks step by step toward the enormous throne atop the glacier, constructed of twisted ice and dark energy—the Frozen Throne.

Arthas raised his head, Frostmourne pointing diagonally at the ground, the runes on the sword shimmering with a ghostly blue light. He could clearly feel the silent call emanating from within the throne, from the imprisoned and gradually merging consciousness belonging to Ner'zhul.

"Come... complete the final ritual... we will become... one..." If the plan succeeds, he can devour this human's soul and obtain a physical body to walk in Azeroth.

Without hesitation, Arthas raised Frostmourne and slashed at the solid ice on the Frozen Throne.

"boom--!"

The ice shattered, revealing a crown—the Crown of Domination, a power belonging to the Lich King.

Arthas raised the Lich King's helmet and slowly placed it on his head.

"Now, Arthas, offer your soul."

"No! The one who deserves to die is you, Ner'zhul! Your path is filled with betrayal and chaos! I will bring true eternity!"

In the deepest recesses of his consciousness, Arthas saw Ner'zhul's past—the glory of the orc shaman, the anger and helplessness of being deceived by Kil'jaeden, the destruction of his body, the eternal torment of his soul being imprisoned in ice and armor… He also saw everything about Ner'zhul.

His powerful personal will combined the power of Frostmourne with his obsession with his true self, twisted by fate but still retaining a trace of his true self.

Initiating the fusion of souls, Ner'zhul's ancient and fragmented consciousness began to crumble under Arthas's powerful will, being torn apart, digested, and absorbed...

After an unknown amount of time, the tremors of the Frozen Throne gradually subsided, and Arthas Menethil was officially crowned—the Lich King.

Chapter 300 The Lich King's Will, the Panic of the Forsaken

At this moment, all the undead in Northrend, no matter where they were, clearly felt an incomparably clear and powerful will dominating them.

It shrouded the undead throughout Northrend, and also the undead creatures of the entire Eastern Kingdoms and even the whole of Azeroth.

Whether they were undead with free will who had broken free from the Lich King's control, or undead creatures still loyal to the Scourge, they all felt an oppressive feeling that was hard to describe in words.

All the undead creatures understood one thing: a new Lich King had been born.

The old king is dead, and a new king has been established.

Strangely, this will came quickly and went quickly, and the Frozen Throne fell silent once again, with only the cold wind still howling.

Arthas needed time to digest the power of the previous Lich King, Ner'zhul, and fell into a long slumber atop the Frozen Throne.

Apart from Stronxandru, who was protected by the system's power, and his special Necropolis race, all the Forsaken in Undercity were gripped by panic.

The undead capital city, which had just been named Undercity, was now shrouded in a silent panic.

"What was that just now...?"

"It's the Lich King! The new Lich King!"

"Will he control us again? I don't want to lose myself again!"

"Where is Her Majesty the Queen? We need her!"

"Quickly find the Highlord, the Death Knight Highlord, and Lord Sandru." The entire Undercity was in chaos.

That cold, domineering will, seemingly capable of controlling the fate of all the dead, swept across, brief yet enough to awaken the deepest fears within the hearts of all the forgotten.

They were once the walking dead enslaved by the Lich King. They finally broke free from their shackles under the leadership of Sylvanas and Scythekk, gained precious free will, occupied Stratholme as their base, joined the Horde, and just began to live a decent life.

Now, this sudden will heralds the birth of a new Lich King, how could they not be terrified?

Whispers and suppressed gasps spread through the dark passageways and squares, and panic spread like a plague.

Deep within the Royal Quarter, in the core council chamber, Death Knight Stanker and Lich Sandru exchanged a glance, both seeing confirmation in each other's eyes.

"Master's judgment is correct. Arthas has ascended the Frozen Throne and fallen into a deep slumber after the fusion."

His outburst of will just now was an unconscious declaration of his initial mastery of power, and also proof that he needed time to digest Ner'zhul's legacy.

"This will is indeed powerful, enough to make any ordinary undead tremble. But it is ineffective against us and our legions. Our master's power surpasses that of the so-called Lich King."

"But the Banshee Queen must be terrified; I think she'll be coming for us soon," Sandru said.

Having been in this world for several months, he had gotten a little used to Sylvanas's personality; the Banshee Queen was actually quite afraid of Arthas.

Although he was determined to avenge Arthas and talked about revenge all the time, he didn't dare to gather all the forces of the undead to launch a joint expedition to Northrend.

Thump! Thump! Thump! Thump!

Footsteps approached, and the tall and slender Banshee Queen, Sylvanas Windrunner, strode in. Her usual coldness and composure were replaced by a hint of fear and worry on her pale face.

"Sch'tek! Sandru! Did you feel it? That...that bastard! He succeeded! He became the new Lich King!"

“Calm down, Banshee Queen. We sense Arthas… or rather, a new Lich King has been born,” Sciark said.

“How could I possibly stay calm? Arthas has now obtained the Lich King’s power, and you must have felt the terrifying will he displayed just now. He might be able to control us again and turn us into mindless zombies once more.” Sylvanas was somewhat anxious at this moment.

“We are still free and have not been controlled by him yet. That power just now was indeed terrifying, but it came and went quickly. I don’t think it was Arthas’s power,” Sandru said, waving his hand.

According to the information provided by the master, the true creator of the Lich King was actually the Jailer of the Shadowlands. That terrifying consciousness just now might have been the Jailer examining the entirety of Azeroth.

If the Lich King were truly that powerful, he wouldn't be trapped on the Frozen Throne; he wouldn't be just a demigod, but a true god.

Even if they obtained a physical body that could walk among mortals, they would at most be a demigod. Moreover, Arthas is now asleep on the Frozen Throne, so he will not pose a substantial threat to them, at least not in the short term.

"What do you think, Sorcerer Sandru?" The Banshee Queen asked Sandru after calming her agitated emotions.

This powerful necromancer was in no way inferior to Kel'Thuzad in his mastery of necromancy, and he was not controlled by the Lich King's power even during the Lich King's heyday, remaining a free undead. Perhaps he possessed a way to resist the Lich King.

"Although Arthas has successfully merged with the power, it will take time for him to master it. He is most likely in a deep slumber now, digesting everything left behind by Ner'zhul. This gives us time to breathe and prepare."

And didn't I already say that death is a force, a primal force that we control, and it is also one of the six fundamental forces, the opposite of life?

On the human side, Alexandros Mograine, the high lord of the Knights of the Silver Hand, realized that the opposite of Holy Light is Shadow, and the ultimate Shadow is Holy Light.

"Then why can't we look at ourselves from the perspective of those who have reached the pinnacle of death consciousness? After comprehending the power of death, our physical bodies no longer decay, unlike those ordinary Forsaken," Sandru said.

The death magic, or rather the death force, in this world is a very magical thing. Coming into contact with this power can strengthen one's physical body, even though one appears as an undead with the fire of the soul burning in one's eyes.

But Sandru felt that he had come back to life, in a different way, as did Sylvanas and Scythe, and some powerful beings among the Forsaken.

As the power of death is absorbed, the power of the undead will grow stronger and stronger, and their physical bodies will evolve infinitely towards a completely new life form.

The Lich King's attempt to control them through a helmet is unrealistic.

Sylvanas took a deep breath, trying to calm her turbulent emotions. She looked at her two equally powerful allies who seemed largely unaffected.

Scythe was the first death knight she met and fought alongside after breaking free from the Lich King's control. His strength and combat prowess were immense. Later, Sandru joined the party, and his profound necromancy and powerful magic greatly increased Undercity's strength.

The composure of the two men did reassure her somewhat. Sandru was right; with her research into the power of death, she discovered that the banshee's body wasn't as bad as she had imagined.

"There's nothing we can do right now, Banshee Queen. The only thing we can do is keep increasing our strength and then deal with the Lich King's threat."

"Now we will gather all the Forsaken together and hold a brief meeting to reassure our people and tell them there is nothing to worry about," Stang said.

“I understand. I will immediately gather all the Forsaken in Stratholme’s town hall for a meeting,” Sylvanas nodded and said.

Sandru and Stronk bowed to the Banshee Queen, who then turned and left.

“Sch'k, you and Sylvanas should comfort the Forsaken. I need to go and carry out the mission my master gave me.” Sandru stood up and nodded to Sch'k.

Master Rhodes had previously instructed them to find a way to turn Kel'Thuzad against Naxxramas, and Sandru had been following up on this matter.

However, they could not carry out this task until the Lich King merged with Arthas and fell into a deep sleep, as all the undead who had not betrayed the Scourge were bound to the Lich King's will.

In that situation, even if Kel'Thuzad wanted to rebel, there was nothing he could do. But now the situation is different. The Lich King Ner'zhul has merged with Arthas, and the two are now fighting for the Lich King's power and the sole control of his physical body.

There's no time to spare; now is the best time.

"Don't worry about it! Leave this to me. It's nothing serious anyway. If Sylvanas asks, I'll just say you've gone into seclusion to research new death magic." After saying this, Stank put on his death knight armor and headed towards the town hall of Stratholme. He was going to appease the Forsaken with Sylvanas.

After his partner left, Sandro also sank the Star God into the Hero Interface and began to contact his master Rhodes through the Hero Interface.

A moment later, Rhodes' voice rang out in the hero interface.

"What's wrong, Sandro?" At this moment, Rhodes was in the Stormwind training grounds instructing his disciple Anduin, and incidentally disciplining a certain female black dragon, Onyxia.

The Lich King's death power was indeed strong, but only the undead creatures sensed something was wrong. Rhodes didn't feel anything, and besides, Stormwind is too far from Northrend.

"Great master, just now, Arthas has successfully donned the Lich King's helmet, the Crown of Domination. A powerful undead will has just swept across Azeroth, and all undead creatures have sensed it."