Harvest

As the great battle of Howling Fjord was underway, Arthas's Northrend Expeditionary Force also arrived on the northern line of Grizzly Hills.

In the past two days, Vereesa had to divert troops originally harassing the Scourge forces attacking Drak'Tharon Keep in order to raid Utgarde Keep.

Without these concerns, the Scourge immediately launched a fatal attack on the frost giant's fortress.

And commanding this battle was the "Lich King" Arthas.

Two Arthases would meet on the battlefield. This would be a fateful showdown.

The Prince of Lordaeron had arrived just in time—the Scourge's siege hammers had already breached the fortress gates, and the stronghold the giants relied on for defense was being breached.

The troll berserkers gathered at the city gate were mutated trolls. They were much larger than ordinary trolls, almost comparable to the Abominations. Although their strength was slightly weaker, their healing ability was extremely powerful. This was one of the factors that had allowed the Frost Trolls to contend with the Scourge for so long.

Frost dragons spewed ice breath and magic at the fortress from the sky, and the troll bat riders were very passive, their attacks rarely truly harming the undead dragons. This made the Frost Trolls' situation even more difficult.

"Good opportunity!" Seeing the stalemate, Arthas immediately ordered the army to attack.

"Destroy the Scourge!" He raised the warhammer blessed by the Holy Light and led the army to charge.

Garithos should have dissuaded him, as many of their cavalry had not yet caught up, and their formation was incomplete. However, it was indeed a good time to attack, so he did not stop him. He instructed Uther, "Lord Lightbringer, please protect His Highness's safety!"

"I will." Uther's voice revealed great confidence, and the power of the Holy Light made his whole person "bright." No Scourge could stand before this power. The paladins of the Silver Hand charged with him, protecting Arthas in the middle.

Garithos and Walden, two generals with rich military experience, commanded the attack from the rear.

After the dwarven mortar teams entered the battlefield, they found suitable locations to assemble their mortars and bombarded the Scourge forces outside the fortress. The gnomish helicopter squadron also arrived, dropping bombs on the densest areas of the enemy. The power of gunpowder began to show its might on the battlefield.

The Scourge, suddenly attacked from behind, almost immediately fell into chaos. The elites of the Silver Hand and Stormwind Knightly Orders were like a sharp dagger, piercing straight into the heart of the Scourge—where the Lich King Arthas was commanding the attack.

"People of the Alliance!" The Lich King sensed this aura when the opponent launched their charge. Riding Invincible, he turned around and cast his gaze on these disruptors. Seeing the two knights charging in the front, he couldn't help but reveal a cruel smile, "It's Uther, and the me of the past."

He ordered the Scourge to stop attacking the trolls and instead turn their attention to these Alliance members whose formations were incomplete. The trolls would not help the Alliance; he was very clear about this. Eliminating these troublemaking Alliance members and obtaining their corpses would not only not diminish the Scourge's strength but would instead enhance it.

Drak'Tharon Keep had always been here, and he could breach it at any time he wanted!

Invincible carried its master toward the direction from which the Alliance was charging. A pair of bat-like wings, which a normal horse would not have, grew under its ribs, and with a single stride, it could cover dozens of meters, as light as flight. In the blink of an eye, it arrived in front of the enemy. When its master needed it, it could also carry him to soar through the sky.

"Arthas!" Uther recognized the person hidden under the Helm of Domination at a glance.

"Hmm?" The Prince of Lordaeron had not yet reacted, but he followed Uther's gaze and saw the death knight riding Invincible, his aura as heavy as a mountain, his eyes under the black helmet radiating an icy blue light—he was the fallen version of himself?

The knights on both sides continued to charge, but the three involved parties stopped in tacit understanding.

"You, you are the Lich King!" Arthas's voice trembled, filled with uncontrollable anger.

"I am the Lich King—don't you even have the courage to call out my name, Arthas?" His cold voice carried undisguised contempt. The fallen body made his voice evil and chilling, sending shivers down one's spine.

"I will never walk the path you have taken! I will defeat you!" Arthas raised the Holy Light-shining warhammer and shouted loudly, "I will defeat you!"

"Just like a naive child," the Lich King commented. "I wonder what you will use to defeat me? Your laughable and weak Holy Light?"

"How can one who has forsaken the Holy Light know its power?" Uther spurred his horse forward, his weathered eyes stained with a layer of light. "Evil will never overwhelm justice. The Holy Light will punish your betrayal, Lich King!"

"Uther, I remember your death. Your Holy Light could not punish me. I regret a little that I didn't let Frostmourne absorb your soul when I killed you. But this time, I look forward to the sight of your soul crying and screaming under my sword."

"I have not yet experienced the death you gave me, perhaps that is my destiny. I will not fear it. However, I have also heard of your death—the Holy Light will punish you!"

Uther raised his warhammer and charged towards the Lich King; Arthas also charged up.

The Lich King's Frostmourne easily blocked the two warhammers. He drew back his long sword and swung it with all his might at the paladin Uther. He believed that with Frostmourne's sharpness, a few hard clashes would be enough to sever the opponent's weapon.

Because in his original timeline, Uther had fallen this way.

"Bang!"

A hammer suddenly flew from afar, heavily striking the blade of Frostmourne, knocking it off course. Arthas took advantage of the Lich King's unsteady footing and smashed the hammer on the opponent's shoulder, almost knocking the Lich King off his horse.

A rough and bold voice came from afar, "Lich King Arthas, I heard you almost killed me!" It was the voice of Muradin Bronzebeard, the dwarf of Ironforge. It was he who had just thrown his weapon.

The dwarf, riding a brown mountain goat, quickly charged over.

"Muradin!" The Lich King's angry voice rang out. He moved his shoulder, fortunately, the injury was not serious. Dark energy would soon restore it to its original state.

"That's right, it's me!" Muradin waved his hand, and the Stormhammer automatically flew back into his hand.

"Come on, do you think three people can stop me?" His voice carried disdain.

An ice arrow whistled in. A pretty figure appeared in the Lich King's vision in the distance.

"And me." The cold wind made the cloak flutter, and Jaina brushed the stray hair from her temples.

The four people were all the closest to the Lich King Arthas in his life. Uther and Muradin were both his teachers, Jaina was his only lover, and Prince Arthas was himself before his fall.

"It seems that my Frostmourne will gain some more powerful souls." The Lich King didn't care. If he only had Frostmourne, he might hesitate, but now he is the Lich King perfectly fused with Ner'zhul, and has devoured all of the other's power. These people are simply not enough to stop him!

The reality was indeed so. As the one being besieged, the Lich King became more and more valiant in battle, and the four heroes were simply unable to suppress him. When they were exhausted, it would inevitably be the time for the other side to counterattack.

However, the battle situation on the battlefield gradually began to favor the Alliance. The army heading to the northern front was close to half of the total number of the Northrend Expedition. A full 60,000 people. At first, the cavalry and air force moved quickly and were the first to join the battlefield. So this also gave the Scourge a feeling of numerical superiority.

However, as more infantry joined, the battle slowly began to stalemate.

To make matters worse, the Lich King judged that the trolls would not help the Alliance, so he turned most of his forces to fight the Northrend Expedition to the death. However, after these days of great battles, although the Frost Trolls still didn't appreciate it, they completely understood in their hearts that the Scourge was the greatest enemy at present. Although they were not prepared to help the Alliance, they would not help the Scourge either.

Seeing that the Scourge had failed to conquer for a long time, the Witch Lord of Drak'Tharon Keep immediately ordered the trolls who still had fighting power to open the city gates and attack the Scourge from both sides with the Northrend Expedition. How could they miss the opportunity to beat a dog in the water?

In an instant, the Scourge fell into a disadvantage. A large number of undead were killed, and the power of the Holy Light completely suppressed the shadows of death.

There was a green figure shuttling through the chaotic battlefield. He was a member of the Northrend Expedition, but everyone except the people of the Valoran Allied Forces kept him at a distance. He didn't care, carrying a hook and a soul lantern, prowling around. The undead of the Scourge all rely on the soul fire to support their actions and thinking. When they are killed, the soul fire will leave the body and float into the sky, eventually turning into primitive negative energy and disappearing without a trace.

"That is an unforgivable waste." How could Thresh bear to see these treasures being refined by the power of nature? So he unhesitatingly took on the "important task" of picking up the soul fires on the battlefield. He looked at the heroes in the center of the battlefield who were fighting to the death with the Lich King, and then turned back to continue his behavior, "It seems they don't need me over there. Very good. Ah, poor lost souls, whose soul should I capture first?"

The Lich King dodged Uther's warhammer, and Frostmourne blocked Jaina's magic again, "Enough!" He shouted coldly, "The game is over." He raised Frostmourne high, releasing the thousands of souls killed and absorbed by this magic sword. These vengeful souls were all killed by Frostmourne in their lifetime, and the kind side of their hearts had long been swallowed up by hatred and resentment. At the moment of being released, they only wanted to devour the souls of the living!

The vengeful souls screamed, and at Frostmourne's command, pounced on Uther and the others, and also on the living people around them.

Arthas let out a rapid cry of pain. He only felt a chilling sensation, like standing naked in the cold wind, while drinking ice water. He couldn't feel a trace of warmth inside or outside his body. Then he felt countless hideous ghosts screaming and pouncing on him, tearing at his soul.

"Ah!"

"No, ghosts, ghosts!"

All those attacked by the vengeful souls let out terrified screams.

"Holy Light!" Uther struggled to open the holy book he carried with him, and the words inside lit up, giving him a trace of strength. He held up his warhammer and shouted desperately, a beam of holy light projected down from the sky, shining on him and the surrounding area, dispelling the cold in his body. All the vengeful souls that pounced on him dissipated like smoke under this pure and sacred power.

He gritted his teeth and shouted, "Quick, gather around me!"

However, Uther could not make any other moves.

"Your Holy Light cannot save you. Paladin." The Lich King walked over step by step, he pointed to the surroundings, "Look, they are all trembling and screaming under my power. You can only protect yourself. You can't protect others."

Frostmourne pointed at Uther's throat, and the Lich King mocked: "You can't even protect yourself. My sword will pierce your throat, and then take your soul, and then I will kill the others, Muradin, Arthas, Jaina, and everyone. How can you stop me, 'Lightbringer'?"

"Justice will be served, you won't be proud for long!" Uther's eyes were calm, and his old eyes were filled with holy light, firm and fearless, but there was no trace of fear or panic that the Lich King wanted to see.

This reminded the Lich King of some unpleasant past events, and he decided to kill this person he hated from the bottom of his heart immediately.

As his sword stabbed towards Uther's throat, a chain with an iron hook suddenly wrapped around his waist, and a powerful force emanated from the other end of the chain, dragging him back abruptly.

Thresh's unique insane voice sounded: "There are so many flavors of torment to enjoy here." He let out a neurotic laugh, and the vengeful souls released by Frostmourne were sucked into the lantern in his hand by another irresistible attraction, "Ah, wonderful!" That morbid, intoxicated voice was chilling.

"You!" The Lich King was furious. This thing that was neither human nor ghost dared to disrupt his plan, and brazenly steal the vengeful souls he had painstakingly collected for many years in front of him. Unforgivable!

The Lich King slashed his sword at the chain that bound him, preparing to rush up and kill this guy immediately. However, Thresh took back the iron hook first, and instead released a strange pentagonal cage in place, "Enjoy all this, I'll go collect some souls first."

Invincible crashed into the Nether Prison with the Lich King, and suddenly a negative energy bound them, making it almost impossible to move. He could only watch helplessly as Thresh strode towards Uther and the others, unscrupulously collecting those powerful souls with his lantern. And his actions also rescued those who were entangled by vengeful souls from the pain of being bitten by their souls.

Uther closed the holy book, and the pillar of holy light shining down from the sky disappeared. He silently looked at this ally from Valoran. He and the paladins of the Silver Hand had never liked such heroes, and he had never given the other a good look. But the scene before him made him begin to examine his heart - Holy Light is above, should he abandon his prejudices and treat these evil heroes who fight for justice equally?