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Ner'zhul the Elder Shaman was one of the mightiest and most malevolent of the Shamans in Draenor, and was the tutor of Gul'dan.

Ner'zhul was chosen by Kil'jaeden to transform his people into a scheming, bloodthirsty band of warriors that would bring chaos to the far corners of the universe. Kil'jaeden promised Ner'zhul and the orcs great power, and all he wanted in return was the enslavement of the orcs to the command of the Burning Legion.

However, Kil'jaeden soon saw that Ner'zhul had no will to carry out his scheme, and Ner'zhul soon realized that he was damning himself and his followers. He refused to go ahead with Kil'jaeden's wishes, which vexed the warlock to no end. Ner'zhul, however, was horrified to find that Kil'jaeden had found a new pawn: Ner'zhul's gifted but insidious protégé, Gul'dan. His pupil succeeded only too well.

Ner'zhul stayed behind and immediately grew to the power of Warchief on Draenor, and in times of battle, led the other clans with an iron fist. However, when the Bleeding Hollow Clan returned to report their losses, Ner'zhul formed another plan.

The orcs, pacified by the war, would soon need fresh blood to spill. Ner'zhul concocted a plan that he assured them would lead to new worlds to conquer, but in fact, he feared retribution from Kil'jaeden for his insolence and was attempting to flee into the Twisting Nether, where he hoped to hide from the Legion. Desparate for his life, and knowing that time was running out, he accelerated his plans to open multiple Dark Portals to new worlds.

Knowing that the Skull of Gul'dan had been captured by Tagar Spinebreaker of the Bonechewers, Ner'zhul slaughtered the clan, usurped the Skull, and then planned to travel back to Azeroth. He intended to steal more artifacts from over Azeroth and use them to open the new portals.

After stealing the Jeweled Sceptre of Sargeras, bartering with Alterac for the Book of Medivh, and stealing the Eye of Dalaran from the being-rebuilt Cross Island in Dalaran, Ner'zhul had the artifacts returned to Draenor, and then cast great spells and evil invocations to open multiple rifts across the skies. Leaving the Warsong, Shattered Hand, and Bleeding Hollow clans stranded in Azeroth, and feeling Draenor begin to die beneath him, Ner'zhul took his followers and entered the Twisting Nether.

However, it was not a new world that they found. Instead, Ner'zhul found himself thrust into the waiting grasp of Kil'jaeden. The warlock, enraged to no end at the foolish impudence of Ner'zhul, tore apart the old shaman piece by piece, keeping his essence alive and conscious for every iota of agony, reminding him the blood pact he made long ago was still binding. He told Ner'zhul that he would soon succeed in the plan which Kil'jaeden had always had in mind for him. He would pave the way for the Burning Legion's tremendous return.

Locking Ner'zhul's tormented spirit into a frozen block of ice, Kil'jaeden revealed his plan to the bodiless shaman. Granting his mind incredible powers and transforming him into the insidious Lich King, Kil'jaeden told him of his plan to send him back to Azeroth, where he would spread a disease, a Plague, of evil and death and terror that would destroy humanity forever. As each soldier fell before this Scourge, they would rise once again to serve it.

Kil'jaeden told the Lich King that if he performed his task well, he would be given a new body to inhabit. Ner'zhul was eerily eager to begin.

The warlock sent the ice cask spiralling down to land in the snowswept continent of Northrend, where it was buried deep within the snowy glacier of Icecrown. Feeling his vast consciousness reach out to the indigenous creature of the land, he collected ice trolls and wendigo to do his building, and he began to amass an army. Soon, the time came when he was confident enough to make an attack, and so he struck out at a human colony. None survived, and they quickly rose from the dead in his service.

Ner'zhul proceeded to wipe out every trace of human civilization on Northrend.

His forces, now also equipped with undead "frost wyrms" comprised of the multiple corpses of the Dragonblight, were amassed after ten years, but a new threat reared its six-eyed head. The subterranean spider kingdom of Azjol-Nerub had inhabited the continent for ages, and the Lich King's ever encroaching empire worried them to no end. The Nerubians were immune to the Lich King's mental domination, and also the Plague itself. But the Lich King invaded their underground kingdom and brought the icy ceilings crashing down onto their heads.

Many Nerubians escaped the massacre, but the Lich King, in an attempt to remind them of their might, animated the corpses of their long-dead, mummified lords of old, adopting them as soldiers in his ever-growing army of the dead. He also used many of their structures to supplement his settlements.

Now, he was prepared.

Among the many pawns who were touched by the Lich King's overwhelming mental domination, Kel'Thuzad was the most prominent. At Ner'zhul's bidding, Kel'Thuzad travelled to Northrend, where he beheld the Lich King himself.

Kel'Thuzad was sent back to sow the seeds of the Plague in Lordaeron.

The Lich King brooded silently and slowly in the far reaches of Icecrown as his plans came to fruition. Within the confines of his prison, he forged a magical sword inscribed with dark runes, called Frostmourne. Pushing it from the Frozen Throne, Ner'zhul had it taken to the south of Northrend, where it would wait.

Kel'Thuzad was killed by the vengeful prince, Arthas, who soon murdered the Dreadlord, Mal'Ganis as well, but sacrificed his soul to the will of the runeblade, Frostmourne, a cursed sword crafted by Ner'zhul to bend souls to his will.

With Arthas as his pawn, Lich King spread the Plague throughout Lordaeron and into Quel'Thalas, where he had the elves devestated, and regained Kel'Thuzad as an ally.

Finally, Archimonde was summoned in Dalaran, and he immediately gave control of the Scourge to Tichondrius. But the Lich King was not done yet. Arthas and Kel'Thuzad disappeared.

Arthas, however, reappeared to Illidan Stormrage after he'd been freed, and duped the demon hunter into using the Skull of Gul'dan to kill Tichondrius, and indirectly playing a part in the Legion's final downfall, just as Ner'zhul had planned.

But there was a flaw.

Now that Ner'zhul had openly defied the will of the Legion, he knew that the wrath of Kil'jaeden and his demonic lackeys would be fierce, but, at the worst possible time, Ner'zhul was losing his magical power. When he had pushed Frostmourne from the Throne, he had caused a crack within the icy cask, and his power had begun to seep out like blood from an open wound. Likewise, Arthas was losing powers, and his hold over the undead was slipping.

Sensing this weakness, the Dreadlords used this opportunity to stage a coup and retake the throne of Lordaeron, sending Arthas running into the wild. Ner'zhul reached out to Arthas and called him back to Northrend.

Arthas returned to Northrend, where he was aided by Anub'arak, Ner'zhul's prime General in Icecrown. As Arthas made his way to the glacier, Ner'zhul contacted him and told him of the misfortune that had befallen them, and that now, Arthas must return the blade and complete the circle. But Illidan, Kil'jaeden's newest pawn, brought his collective armies to Northrend to advance on Icecrown and destroy the Frozen Throne.

Ner'zhul waited patiently as Arthas and Illidan made war upon each other. But in the end, Arthas was the victor, and made his way into the glacier and up the steps to the Frozen Throne.

As he ascended, Ner'zhul flooded his mind with his presence, and drowned out the voices of Arthas' former friends and allies. Only one voice resonated, telling him to finish it all, and complete the circle with a final strike. With a great cry of despair, Arthas heaved the blade and shattered the icy throne. The ice and armour within broke and fell at the knight's feet, and Arthas leaned forward, daintily picking up the shivering helm, and placed it upon his head.

"Now," Ner'zhul cried victoriously, "we are one!"

And with that, the outer wall of Icecrown fell away, and only the single pinnacle remained, reaching up to the Frozen Throne.

And upon that throne, the body of Arthas sat and silently lorded over all he had attained.