Through servitude, he would give birth to a world free from the shackles of mortality free of stagnation and free of the hindrances that curse the living realm. The mandate bestowed upon him was as clear as the ice that encased his king: absolute loyalty in exchange for absolute power. Yet, when the Archmage rose to his fate, he did so as Arch-Lich - Master of Naxxramas. As his eyes shed tears, his body quivered with blood as an inhumane force bore down upon it, stripping the man of all but fear. Years ago, a covenant was struck before a mighty throne to the far north a covenant bound in life and death.Īs these words echoed within his mind, Kel’thuzad wept upon the frigid, icy stone of a spiral that peaked at the top of the world. Through illusion, persuasion, sickness, and force of arms, you will establish my hold upon Azeroth. You will be my ambassador to the living, and assemble a group of like-minded people to further my plans. You will go forth and bear witness to my power. If you betray me, I shall make you into one of my mindless ones, and you will serve me still. But in return, living or dead, you will serve me for the rest of your days.
As my lieutenant, you will gain knowledge and magic to surpass your most ambitious dreams.
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