My Frostmourne can't be so cute

When silver white Yasha: I Frostmourne not be so Meng "Author

Twenty years after the opening of the Dark Portal, Arthas, the prince of Lordaeron, drew out the magic sword Frostmourne, and the undead natural disaster swept Azeroth;

Seven years later, the Ashen Judicial Army captured the Icecrown Citadel, and High Lord Tirofuddin killed Arthas, ruining Frostmourne, and the battle ended.

After getting Frostmourne, Arthas betrayed his kingdom, abandoned his people, and killed his father and teacher;

If everything was done over, would he make a different choice?

An inconspicuous wave flashed in the long river of time, and the development of the story turned to a new tributary. The future ahead is a mist that cannot be seen through the bronze dragon king Nozdormu;

Thrall, Jaina, and Garrosh Hellscream, in the face of the reversed time, how will all the characters and events we know usher in unknown endings?

Chapter 1 Let everything start again

Ten thousand years have passed since the sky and the earth broke. The once glorious elven civilization has sunk into the bottom of the sea. The once ruler of the world of Azeroth, the troll, has also declined, leaving only scattered tribes scattered around the world.After smashing the Burning Legion's involvement in the world of Azeroth, the brave alliance and the warriors of the tribal coalition set their sights on Northrend, which is still ruled by undead natural disasters.

The northwestern corner of the Northrend continent is a cold and terrifying ice cap glacier covered in snow and ice.In the center of Icecrown Glacier stands a fortress made of ice and Saronite. This is the ruler of the Scourge, the former human prince, the current Lich King, and the fortress of Alsace.At this moment, the demon who killed his father, betrayed his motherland and people, and made all the living want to kill quickly, is sitting on the top throne of the fortress. Under his feet, there is a creeping man. An incomparably huge giant white dragon, like a little dog, with a head about the size of a throne, clinging to the cold leggings of Alsace's armor-if the undead could feel the cold too.

Arthas stroked a helmet with his left hand, revealing that he was still young and handsome, but a little stiff face. His long white hair fluttered in the wind, and he suddenly muttered, "It's finally here." It seems that he heard Alsace. Whispered, the giant dragon under his feet opened his eyes suddenly. Of course, the white bone dragon had no eyelids. The so-called open eyes were nothing more than two faint blue glows appeared in the huge hollow eye sockets."Go!" Arthas patted Bone Dragon's head lightly.The white bone dragon seemed to nuzzle Alsace's palm with some attachment, lowered his head and retreated a few steps in a respectful posture, then soared into the sky and disappeared into the tall dome of the fortress.In the huge palace, only Alsace was left alone.

"Is it worth it? Regret? My master." A sweet voice sounded from the side of the throne.Arthas looked sideways at a huge two-handed sword leaning on the armrest of the throne.The silver-white sword body is carved with a few lines of runes, and the blue light covers the entire giant sword. The guard above the hilt is square and straight, just like the knight sword commonly used by paladins, a giant horned demon’s The head was wrapped around the handguards, and the corners of the devil's mouth exuded an evil smile.Arthas sighed softly in his heart, and couldn't help stroking the hilt of the two-handed sword. Once upon a time, he was an upright Paladin!

"Humility, honesty, compassion, bravery, justice, sacrifice, honor, spirit. My dear master, I think there is no more qualified Paladin in this world than you." It seems that I can sense the thoughts in Alsace's heart, that The voice read the Eight Principles of the Paladin again, and then slapped a little flattery.Arthas seemed to be in a much more cheerful mood. He smiled and said, "Why, whether it is the Silver Hand or the Scarlet Crusade, there are many respectable Paladins in it! And, compared to my teacher , It's still far away..."

The sweet voice seemed to be anxious, and said quickly: "Why, you have already surpassed him. At that time in Andorhal, didn't you kill him with a single sword?" Arthas said with a wry smile: "If Without your help, how could I defeat my teacher?" The voice insisted: "Even without me, you can definitely defeat the old man. My master, you are my personal choice, the best in the world People, if you say anything less than others, you are denying my vision, you know?"

Arthas smiled and patted the horned demon on the two-handed sword, as if comforting a tantrum, and said: "I know. But now the best person in the world seems to be caught Desperate!" Arthas slowly raised his head, listening to a scream that echoed through the entire Icecrown Citadel."Sindragosa..." Arthas murmured.

The voice was a little cheerful, and said with a bit of bitterness: "Hmm, that guy is finally dead." Arthas smiled bitterly and said, "Why, are you happy when she died?" The voice said, "Of course. Who told her to stick to you every day, obviously just a bunch of bones, does she think she is a cat or puppy?" Her tone was full of resentment, but with a trace of envy.

Arthas stroked the demon's head lightly, and said, "Okay, let's think about how to deal with the enemy in front of you now!" The lips of the demon's head trembled slightly. It turned out that the voice of the dialogue with Arthas came from this. "It's not easy, I suck all their souls out, and then chop them into pieces, turn them into hatred for our gatekeeper, okay?" Alsace smiled, knowing that this is not a trifling matter.However, he looked at the coalition forces at the end of the corridor that were breaking through the heavy defense line composed of ghouls and gargoyles, and finally shook his head and said, "Forget it, I'm tired, let them do what they want..."

An anxious voice sounded: "Master, what do you mean? Are you tired of being with me?" Alsace said softly, "When I set foot on Northrend for the first time, I went to find you At the time, I...you know, that’s not the real me. Later, I just wanted to work out a way to resurrect those who died and restore the disasters caused by me. I naively thought that soon In the future, I can resurrect everyone, my father, my teacher, and the people of Lordaeron.

And they will forgive my previous mistakes.But after so long, groups of undead stood up, but lost their memories and emotions, and turned into walking corpses.I don't want to work hard anymore. The facts have proved that my original crime is irreparable, and I will end it all with my death."

"No!" There was a cry in the voice, "I don't allow you to do this! You are already an undead, how can you kill yourself? Besides, even if you die, this will not end, I will Controlling the undead army and sweeping the world! Alsace! If you die, I will do it!" Alsace did not answer, but looked at a man rushing in front of the coalition with amusement. The old man struggling to slash the golden holy sword."You said, if it is the Ashbringer, it should be able to destroy you?" Arthas said suddenly.

The voice said in an unbelievable tone: "Master? Is what you said just now true? Are you really going to leave me and ruin me? Uuuuu...Master, you can't let me go!" Al Seth stood up, raised the great sword lightly, pointed the blade at his throat, and whispered, "How am I willing to ruin you? But when I die, Tirion will definitely do it, right?" The voice cried out: "No! Arthas, you can't do this! Damn, who will stop him!" With a small smile at the corner of Alsace's mouth, the sharp sword slowly opened his throat. .

No blood flowed out, after all, Arthas was already dead.However, the giant sword in his hand possessed the ability to absorb souls, and Arthas could clearly feel his vitality slowly flowing out of the wound and injected into the giant sword."Enough, stop! This hateful ability! Stop breathing!" The voice roared, but couldn't stop his ability.Finally, Arthas could no longer stand up, and fell softly on the icy ground of Icecrown Citadel."It's been seven years, finally, can you feel the cold..." Arthas lay on his back, watching the dome slowly turn into pitch black, and he lost consciousness.At this moment, the coalition forces also penetrated the last line of defense of the Undead Legion and came to the Frozen Throne.

"Alsace, with regard to committing numerous crimes...what is going on?" As soon as Lord Tirion's trial declaration started, he discovered that the target of the crusade had committed suicide.Alsace’s former best friend, Muradin of the Dwarf Kingdom rushed out of the crowd and picked up Arthas on the ground, tears rushing from his eyes-he had fantasized countless times before attacking Icecrown Citadel The scene where two people met, thinking about what language to use to question Alsace’s betrayal, and how would Alsace respond to him, until he saw this scene, he realized that his best friend had gone away, and he didn’t even give it to himself. The opportunity to ask the reason.

The master of the Ebon Fortress, High Lord Dalyan Mograine said to Tirion: "The Lich King is dead. As a death knight, I can feel that his soul is gone." Nodded, although he did not want to admit that the Lich King committed suicide, he still said, "This is a great victory! The timid and cowardly Lich King chose to commit suicide under the persecution of the coalition forces! Now what I have to do is Completely destroy this magic sword that brings sin and plague." Tirion raised the Ashbringer in Yang's hand and walked towards Arthas's two-handed sword that fell to the ground.

Suddenly, a cold wind blew by, and everyone including Tirion was frozen in a thick block of ice, unable to move.A pretty woman with long black hair and a blue dress appeared in the middle of the hall.

"Who are you?" Tirion asked, wrapped in thick ice.The woman moved the lotus step lightly, came to Alsace's body, knelt down on the ground, picked up his head, put it on her lap, gently tidying up the scattered white hair for him, and the ice blue tears continued. It slipped from the side of his cheeks, dripping onto Alsace's already cold body.After a while, the woman smiled and said: "Master, do you think you can get rid of me in this way? Humph, from the moment you pull me out, we will never be separated!

You can't think of it, swallowing your soul, can turn me into an entity.Since you regret everything you have done, let everything start again as you wish!As long as we are still together, I won't care what the world is like!"As soon as the voice fell, the woman and Arthas disappeared in place, leaving only the huge two-handed sword, which was slowly broken into two pieces.

In the long river of time, Nozdormu, the dragon of time, was collecting his favorite antiques. Suddenly, Nozdormu sneezed heavily and roared: "Huh? Someone broke into the stream of time?" The human figure stroked the hourglass on his shoulder and searched slowly.For a long time, Nozdormu frowned, and said in a low voice: "Strange, is it my illusion? Alas, it seems that this trip is too long. Let's go back and rest!" The careless dragon of time disappeared in the original. The ground, without noticing that, not far behind him, a drop of water jumped up from a tributary of time and fell into another tributary.

Chapter 2 The Prince of Lordaeron

"Alsace, Arthas! Wake up soon! It's too late!" A hurried cry awakened Arthas from his sleep."Strange, when do I need to sleep?" Arthas murmured, and began to look at his surroundings.Everything in front of him was familiar and unfamiliar, the huge soft bed covered with gold-rimmed white gauze, the long swords and shields with the royal emblem of Lordaeron hanging on the headboard, the walnut furniture, Alsace was stunned-these , Isn't it already in ruins?Arthas lowered his head questioningly to look at his body. He was surprised to find that he had become a young child.How is this going?

Arthas was still in a daze. A tall and strong young man had come to his bedside, pinched his face, and laughed loudly: "So you are already up! Get dressed, the high elves' reinforcements are here, Tai King Renas and Teacher Anduin asked me to take you to the main hall!" Arthas did not listen carefully to what the young man said, and a violent breath surged from his heart-who is so bold and dare to treat himself Make such a disrespectful action?Since becoming the Lich King, Arthas has been invincible, and even his enemies are mostly afraid of him.

Alsace was determined to punish this rude fellow. He broke away from the hand holding his face, jumped high from the bed, kicked at the enemy in front of him, and then fell to the ground with a plop."Ah, why are you so careless?" The young man helped Arthas up anxiously.The pain awakened Arthas a little, so he finally noticed the sound in his ear."This voice... Wrynn? Is it you?" Arthas recalled that close friend of his childhood, and of course his enemy after becoming the Lich King.

"Of course it's me, otherwise who else? Alsace, what's wrong with you? It looks weird today, is it sick?" Wrynn asked his little friend with concern."Wrynn, it's really you? Why are you here? What's wrong with me? Are we enemies? Where's Tirion? Where is my Frostmourne?" Arthas held Wrynn's Arm, a series of questions ran out, but he still didn't raise his head, but rubbed his forehead with the free hand-it hurts!

"What are you talking about?" Wrynn was confused. "Are you stupid? Master Tirion is waiting in the hall for the leader of the high elves to arrive. How can we be enemies? We are not good. Friends? Frostmourne, what is that? Arthas, you may be really sick, or go to the main hall immediately and let King Terenas and Archbishop Alonthos show you!" Wrynn Offer enthusiastically.

Arthas finally raised his head and looked at this childhood playmate, whom he hadn't seen for decades. Since he returned to Stormwind to succeed the king, the two have never met again.Oh no, perhaps, Arthas recalled that when they defeated his two Val'kyr men in the silver tournament, when he suddenly appeared and threw a group of humans to Anub'arak for food. Wrynn seemed to be in the stands.I don't know if he saw me at that time, Arthas thought to himself, maybe he just wanted me to die at that time.

Sunlight came in from the skylight, forming a beam of light in the air. Arthas was a little confused about Wrynn's expression, but he clearly recognized his playmate, of course, the young version of Wrynn.

Arthas gradually sorted out his situation--it seemed...maybe...maybe...he went back to the past?Is this too ridiculous?But all reality points to this inference. When I was six or seven years old, Wrynn had just turned fifteen, and his father was not killed by himself. Lordaeron was still the stronghold of human resistance against orcs. Own teacher, it seems that he hasn't been named a paladin yet-oh yes, if today is the day when the rangers of the high elves arrive, then teacher Uther should be named a paladin soon.He must be very happy, Arthas thought to himself, but he felt like he had lost something.

what is it then?Oh, by the way, the giant sword that had accompanied me for seven years, the voice that made me dream.Frostmourne!If I went back more than 20 years ago, what about Frostmourne?Came back with me too?No, it's impossible, only the soul, not the body, came back, which means Frostmourne cannot come.So, where is she now?Are you still on the coast of Northrend?Alsace suddenly felt empty.

Wrynn saw his friend start to be in a daze again, shook him, and said, "It's too late, Arthas, come with me!" He pulled up Arthas, picked up the clothes next to the bed, and went to him. Set on your head."Okay, okay, I got it!" Arthas grabbed his clothes and put them on, feeling agitated in his heart--is he about to meet those respectable elders?If it were to come again, he would definitely not do anything against them, and Arthas made up his mind secretly.But what about Frostmourne?Should I lose her forever like this?Arthas' head started to hurt again.

Seeing Arthas got dressed, Wrynn pulled him and hurriedly rushed out of the bedroom, walked up and down along the laughter in the palace, and finally came to a small door.Wrynn exhaled nervously and turned to Alsace and said, "Alsace, look at my dress, is it neat?" Alsace looked at his friend and found that he was wearing it today. His favorite blue and white samurai suit, with long hair combed into a ponytail at the back of his head, looked exceptionally brave.Arthas said slightly mockingly: "Why are you so nervous, today you are not the protagonist." After speaking, he opened the small door, and his face suddenly opened up.

The small door was the side door of the palace hall. Arthas stepped into the hall and found that the hall was crowded but orderly full of people.Despite the fact that Wrynn was nervously moving small steps behind him, Arthas went straight up the steps leading to the throne and came to the throne."Alsace, you are here!" An old but soft voice sounded in his ear.Arthas raised his head and looked at the white-haired old man who was also his father, Terenas Menethil, the king of the Kingdom of Lordaeron.

Even after returning to decades ago, his father's face was still old-well, after all, when he was born, his father was already fifty years old.For some reason, Alsace's nose was sour, and he couldn't help climbing up to the throne, sitting on his father's lap, gently leaning on his father's still upright body, and Arthas felt exceptionally happy—only lost. Will understand what is the most precious thing.

Chapter 3 Ranger Aurelia Windrunner

King Terenas gently held his son's young body, feeling a little strange.The child's mother passed away shortly after he was born, leaving behind two young children-Arthas and his sister Kalia.Although he gave them the greatest love, little Alsace had been a little gloomy because he did not have the care of his mother.This situation didn’t improve until Anduin Lothar brought Wrynn, the heir of Stormwind. The enthusiasm and activity of Wrynn’s big brother infected Alsace, and the two soon became My friend, but Arthas is still a little cold towards his father, how could he make such an intimate move today?

The people in the hall who were still discussing in a low voice saw Alsace's behavior and became a little quieter.Terenas let go of the doubts in his heart, stroked Arthas's head, and said loudly to his subjects and guests: "Everyone, this is my son, the future king of Lordaeron, Arthas Mi Nehir!" In the crowd, the generals and ministers of the Kingdom of Lordaeron burst into cheers, paying tribute to their prince. They loved their respectable king so much and vowed allegiance to the old king's son from the bottom of their hearts.The exiled nobles of Stormwind headed by Anduin Lothar and Archbishop Alonthos Faor also smiled and nodded to Alsace and his son. They also liked the friend of their prince very much.

Arthas searched for a familiar face among the voices, and soon found the old man with white beard beside Archbishop Alonthos-of course he was not the old man yet.At the age of 50 or so, his brown hair was infested with gray and white, and his lower jaw had short beards, which made him look exceptionally resolute.Teacher Uther...Alsace looked at his deceased, recalling the years of practice with this respectable elder, and felt a little silly for a while.

Suddenly, a court guard trot in from the gate, kneeled in front of the throne, and said respectfully: "Your Majesty, the rangers of the high elves have arrived, and their leader, Lady Alleria Windrunner, is asking for your interview." Tai Renas stretched out his scepter and nodded in the air. The crowd suddenly calmed down, leaving only the king’s angry voice: "Please come in!" The palace guard bowed and left the hall. Wearing a cloak, the tall woman with a hood stretched her legs and walked into the hall, came to the throne, bowed slightly, and took off her hood.

There was an exclamation from the crowd, and the long golden hair flicked with the master's movements, and then leaned docilely on the slender curve of the master's back. The long pointed ears reminded everyone that this is an elf, beautiful and beautiful. His face and a gentle smile are amazing.Arthas couldn't help but exclaimed, "Sylvanas?" If there was any danger in Arthas after becoming the Lich King, he was led by Sylvanas in the woods. The banshees had calculated that time, and the banshee king shot Arthas with a cursed arrow. With the power of Frostmourne, he could barely keep his body from being corroded.

The high elf glanced at the little boy on the throne strangely, thinking to himself-how could he know Sylvanas?But now is not the time to care about this, the high elf said in a crisp voice: "King Terenas, I am the high elf ranger Alleria Windrunner, my friends and I came to Lordaeron to help us The human allies resist the invasion of the orcs." The king nodded and said, "Ms. Alleria, the Kingdom of Lordaeron and all humans thank you for your help." Anduin Lothar is more concerned about military issues. He asked, "Ms. Alleria, how many troops did you bring?"

Alleria's face was a little bleak, but she proudly said, "There are a total of 1,500 rangers, and each of them is a good hand at Yang." As soon as her voice fell, the crowd began to whisper again, and some couldn't help it. Asked loudly: "Are there only rangers? Where are the wizards and warriors of the Kingdom of Quel'Thalas?" Alleria said sadly, "I will bring a message this time. Anast King Rian and the Silvermoon Council decided that only these reinforcements would be sent, and other troops would be used to guard Quel'Thalas." The crowd was in an uproar when they spoke.

A minister standing on the left side of the throne stepped forward, stood out of the crowd, pressed his hands down, and shouted: "Silent, quiet! Your noble kings and princes, and guests from afar are here. , Is it that our Lordaeron minister is so ignorant of etiquette?" Arthas recalled, remembering that this man was his father's finance minister Alfonso, who was killed in the war when he bloodbathed Lordaeron.I remember him as a minister with great means. The human world was ravaged by orcs, and production and farming were mostly destroyed. However, relying on his years of accumulation, mankind was finally rebuilt soon after the war-until it was once again destroyed by his own army of undead. .

Alfonso’s accusation calmed Lordaeron’s generals and courtiers. Alfonso saluted like Alleria, and then asked: "Ms. Aurelia, we have no right to interfere with the decision of the Silvermoon Council, but In the current situation, the orcs are not capable of threatening the mainland of Quel'Thalas, while the human kingdom is in jeopardy. Why would the council make such a decision under such circumstances?" Alfonso’s questioning said The voices of some people, everyone in the hall cast their eyes on Alleria, waiting for her to give a reasonable explanation.

Alleria is not very good at dealing with such scenes, a little embarrassed.Does she want to say that the king and the parliament have decided to stay out of the matter and not participate in this battle?The ally relationship between the two sides began with Thoradin the Great, and it has been thousands of years ago!The barbaric orc killed his parents and younger brother, and most of the rangers who came with him to support also had their relatives killed by the orcs, but the king and the council insisted on maintaining neutrality regardless of their opposition, and apart from bringing their partners. Here, besides killing a few more orcs to avenge their relatives, what else can be done?

Seeing that Alleria did not respond, the crowd began to noisy again, and everyone's accusations came out from time to time: "Despicable high elves, betrayal is their nature!" "Yes, if it wasn't for the help of humans, this group of lowly elves? They have been slaughtered by the trolls long ago!" "I think this group of betrayers may have reached an agreement with the orcs, maybe they will attack us from behind!" Various vicious speculations spread to Alleria's ears. It made her very sad, and wanted to explain something, but the actions of the people also made her feel ashamed. In his desperation, the brave soldier was filled with tears and looked very helpless.

Chapter 4 The Birth of the Knights of the Silver Hand

When everyone accused the high elves of treachery, Arthas found Uther's mouth twitched slightly.Of course, this highly respected elder seldom expresses his inner feelings in front of others. Even when he was training Alsace, Uther has always been cautious in his words and deeds, and taught by his own actions when facing his closest disciple. The discipline of the disciple knight.But after all, Alsace had practiced with his teacher for a long time. During those days that people missed, the time with the teacher was much longer than the time with his father, so Alsace caught it in time. The teacher's mood swings also understood the meaning.Arthas sighed softly in his heart and jumped off his father's lap—teacher, what you don't want to say and what you disdain to do, let me, a disciple, do it!

As if he noticed Alsace's actions, the crowd gradually calmed down. Many people were wondering what the young prince wanted to say?Alleria looked at the little blond boy in front of her. She still remembered that the boy had just called her sister's name.What is he going to do?Does he also blame me?Alleria is a little sad. She knows that if even such a young child hates the cowardice and selfishness of her own people, then once mankind wins this war, it will definitely be one for the high elves who are lingering in the Eastern Kingdom. A disaster-human beings have never been a magnanimous race!

As expected, Arthas spoke, and the immature voice shocked everyone in the hall: "Enough! People of Lordaeron! Your behavior has shamed your prince!" Hearing what Arthas said , The hall suddenly became quiet, and people looked at their prince with surprise, wondering what they had done wrong.Arthas felt the respect of his courtiers. This was the absolute loyalty he could not get when he was the Lich King. At that time, his subordinates were always thinking about how to get out of their control, such as Sylvanas, death. Knights, even the lich Kel'Thuzad.

Arthas shook his head, drove away the distracting thoughts in his mind, and continued: "Since the time of Emperor Thoradin, humans have never been defeated by foreign enemies, or that they have never encountered foreign enemies, even with trolls. The battles are all in exchange for the use of arcane magic from the elves. Now, the barbaric orcs have invaded our homeland, Stormwind City is destroyed, and the army of orcs is marching towards Lordaeron. All this makes you fear and makes you hope It's on the support of others, isn't it?" Alsace's voice was very immature, but the questioning in his tone was not at all ambiguous. His eyes scanned the crowd, and Lordaeron's courtiers criticized the prince. He lowered his head in front of his eyes-the prince was right, they were indeed scared.In the face of the invincible orc army, how many people can not fear?

Arthas glanced over Uther's face, and Uther smiled encouragingly at the boy.Arthas seemed to have gained some power, raising his voice and continuing: "If you really think like this, it would be too stupid! Thousands of years ago, the high elves faced the invasion of trolls and asked for human help. If your hope of repelling the orcs today is based on the rescue of others, what is the difference between you and the cowardly high elves in your mouth? The high elves betrayed their allies are shameless and must be sanctioned, but not now, because Our greatest enemy, the orcs, has not yet been eliminated.

No matter how long it takes, no matter how many warriors we have to sacrifice, we must rush these green-skinned monsters who trespass into our world without permission to drown in the sea!Before that, temporarily forget the covenant with the high elves. The homeland of mankind is protected by his own warriors!"Alsace shouted the declaration of battle, and his heart became enthusiastic-he was originally a fanatical militant. Before he became the Lich King, he had been carrying Lordaeron's soldiers in the north and south wars.

After the excitement, Arthas felt a little tired. After all, it was just a child's body. After shouting for so long, his voice was a little dry.The crowd was still silent, but Arthas just wanted to find some water.Suddenly, a pair of powerful hands held him up behind him, and King Terenas lifted his son high above his head and said loudly, "Alsace!"