Icecrown Glacier, a giant ice floe floating in the North Sea, the largest province in the Stormwind Kingdom, has become a real landmass. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

But this is the worst place in this world, not only the environment, the dark energy diffused here is extremely active, active to normal life, and it is impossible to survive on this continent at all, and after the soul of Nao Zu mixed with the hard ice and fell into this land, another evil was awakened.

In this damn dark place.

At the southernmost end of Icecrown, a desolate mountain range was bulldozed, and on that ground, a thick wall was built around almost the entire Icecrown Glacier, black, cold, only in the soil of Northrend, the Saron Iron, a strange metal that extends to the dark energy, and resists the light energy, under the order of Naozu, the undead who were awakened in this great underground are endless, tirelessly digging the Saron Iron, sending it to the smelting field in the south of the Icecrown Glacier to melt, and build such a thick wall。

All the buildings here are sharp, towering, and aggressive, and a blue frosty glow spreads over these walls, denying all outsiders entry.

And at the end of the two starting points of the city wall is a dark tower towering into the clouds, like a black sword piercing the sky, so sharp that it is impossible to look at it directly.

It had been melted, the scars of the light that had fallen from the sky that had struck the ice of Naozu, a blow that nearly crushed the entire Scourge Legion, but they survived.

At the top of the tower, where the cold wind gathers and the wind and snow sway, this is a large platform, where there is almost no trace of the evil iron of Saron, it is a naturally formed platform, carved into a series of circular upward stairs, in the center of the platform that pierces the sky like bone claws, a whole piece of ice is molded into the shape of a throne, and a piece of azure ice is placed on the throne.

The surface of the ice is covered with heavy snowflakes, almost covering the surface of this cold ice, there is almost no life here, and there can be no life at all, standing here, you can look down on the entire ice crown glacier, just like the apex of the world, ordinary people even if they come into contact with the cold air here, they will be frozen into ice, and they can't even use 1 second.

Suddenly, the cold wind stopped, the snowflakes also stopped, and the whole world seemed to press the pause button at this moment, and the cold wind from nowhere blew away the snowflakes on the ice surface of the throne, revealing the azure ice itself, a trace of shocking cracks, spreading on the surface of the ice, just let it go, this piece of crystal ice, once broken, made it look a little ugly.

But this crack mark adds a touch of sharpness and unexpected heaviness to this round piece of ice.

"Click... Click"

A slight cracking sound sounded from inside the ice, like the sound of a spider crawling across the ground, and like the sound of countless small insects gnawing, and in this silence, people unexpectedly had a creepy feeling.

And the figure that was frozen in the ice, with the ice-blue Helm of Domination, it was a half-covered helmet, ice-blue with a black surface, shining with an indifferent light, and at the top, like a crown, split into five blade-like spikes, and a delicate skull pendant.

At the border of the crown and helmet, there is a blue teardrop-shaped gem that shines with the light of the whole world, the origin of which is no longer known, but whether it is Naozu or Arthas, it is through that gem that the entire action of the undead is controlled.

In the eye sockets under the helmet, there were two closed eyes, at this moment, those eyes slowly opened, revealing the cold blue eyes in them, and then in the next moment, two blue ice flame streamers appeared, rendered, and then flowed to both sides.

It seems to represent the revival of some kind of will.

He sat on the throne, his left hand resting on the armrest of the throne, and his right hand held the hilt of the magic sword, the decoration of the skeleton and the horns, and the seven lighted runes, the blue blade, after the eyes opened, the sword also vibrated slightly, as if he was rejoicing in his awakening.

Arthas saw not his face through the shattered ice in front of him, but an orc's face, the image of Neozu, the first Lich King, whose power remained in the throne after his soul was taken away by Kil'Gardan, a gift he left to Arthas.

Companions of two worlds, one cunning and cruel, the other once righteous and bright.

Together, they form the Lich King, the true Lich King.

Neozu's image seemed to be trying to say something, but a powerful force surged up the ice, tearing apart the image reflected in the ice, revealing Arthas's emotionless eyes.

"Click... Click!"

A faster cracking sound rose from under the throne, and eventually, as cracks filled every part of the ice, the entire ice shattered, revealing the body of Arthas within, wearing armor made of Saron Evil Iron in the exact same style as the Helm of Domination, covered with skulls and black brambles, with a flowing glow in the eyes of the carefully carved skeletons on their elbows, knees, feet, and chest.

"Whew"

Arthas stood up from the throne, he was in a frost sorrow, probably a long sleep, making his body seem a little obscure, and maybe because of the powerful power made him a little confused, but no matter what Alsace's mood was at this time, it couldn't be changed, from the moment he woke up, there was another person added to the ranks of the top creatures in the entire world.

He held Frost Sorrow in front of him, looked up at the stagnant snowflakes in the sky, stretched out his fingers, and with a slight flick, the snowflakes in the sky fell in vain.

"Whew..."

Arthas lifted his foot and took the first step into the heavy snowfall, and the invisible force completely removed the falling snow on the platform in front of him, not blowing away, but like some higher force, smoothly parting them, the Lich King reached out and gently wiped it on his waist and abdomen, and a mass of dried flesh and blood was grasped by him.

During the period of slumber, he felt that it was such a small thing that was helping him, absorbing and merging the power that Nao Zu had left on the throne more quickly, and he could feel that this mass of flesh and blood contained the organization of another powerful creature, and he could feel the power of chaos in it.

And on more than one occasion this power has tried to lure him from the darkness into chaos completely... It is a pity that it underestimated the will of Arthas.

"Kel'thugad..."

Arthas silently recited the name, then tossed the dry flesh tissue in his hand, and the thing fell into the air, frozen by an invisible force, and then under Arthas's gaze, it completely shattered into ice foam, which looked like the most beautiful white snowflakes.

"Meaningless!"

The Lich King withdrew his gaze, and strode forward, each step making his body freeze with ease, and by the time he stepped up the stairs at the last step, he was no different from a normal person, black fluff blowing behind him, making his figure look extraordinarily tall.

And as he descended the stairs, the mighty undead lords of the Scourge were waiting for their masters in the hall below.

The new leader of the Cult of the Damned, the Lady of the Dead, after Kel'thugad took away most of the power of the Cult of the Damned, left the Lady of the Dead Whisperer a very shabby, but fortunately, there is no shortage of cornered villains in the civilized world, and she has recruited subordinates from the horror totem, the blackstone orcs, and the pirates and the dark world, although the quality is much worse than that of the Kelthugad period, but the minimum number has returned to its original level.

Lady Whisperer is flanked by the leader of the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse, Lord Kurtaz, who is followed by the lone Dasohan, who lost Rivendell in the fall of Naxxramas after a failed attempt to capture Mograine, and now the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse are dead in name.

The Scourge Legion's Chief Plague Master, Dr. Ptraside, has a mysterious origin, but what is certain is that he defected to the Lich King during the time of Naozu, and this is a genius at making plagues, and he has recently been researching the disgusting ooze plague, which is extremely lethal.

There is also the captain of Arthas's personal guard, the royal squire Faric, who is his most loyal follower, Cong Rodaeron to Northrend, Faric has followed Arthas in almost every battle, he may not be the strongest, but he is definitely the most loyal to Arthas.

The manager of the Soul Forge and the Father of Souls, Bronam, is a deep sorcerer who studies souls, stationed in the Soul Forge of Icecrown, responsible for making gargoyles for Arthas, injecting souls into constructs like Abomination, and managing souls controlled by Frostmourn.

The Scourge Lord of the Saron Mine, Tyranus, who was originally the general of Lordaeron and after his death controlled the entire Saron Mine for Arthas, and was the protector of the Undead Scourge weapons and armor and the smelter.

There is also a mysterious man covered in black robes, and no one knows where he comes from or who he is.

Then there was a High Elf necromancer, Darkan, the guy who betrayed Quel'Thalas, who worshipped demons rather than the undead, but after the defeat at Mount Hyjal, the demon legions abandoned the poor fellow, and Arthas killed him, but gave him a new life to continue the fight for the Lich King.

Behind these leaders were the tall Lord of Malogal, the Doctor's abominable pet, and the High Overseer under the command of Tyranus.

Finally, a kneeling young human, shivering, in dirty armor and with disheveled hair.

Renaud Mograini... A traitor.

"Oh, look who this is... My loyal Renault, even when everyone else betrayed me, did you still come all the way to serve me?"

Arthas ignored the lords of the Scourge Legion, who had withered a lot, and walked to Renault's side with Frost Sorrow, and as he approached, the frightened Renault, his whole body seemed to be stretched by invisible energy, lifted into the air, and finally was bound in front of Arthas.

He wanted to speak, but his mouth had been sealed with energy, and he could only look at Arthas with a begging eye for mercy, who seemed to understand the pleading in his eyes, he chuckled lightly, and raised the magic sword in his hand, as graceful as the previous prince.

"Well, for this loyalty, I give you strength! You will be my messenger of death, Renaud Mograini, remember, you only have this one chance!"

"Poof"

The magic sword pierced Renault's chest, and the intense blue light pulsed back and forth on Renault's body, causing the human knight to tremble uncontrollably.

His ugliness made Arthas a little unbearable, and the Lich King turned and looked at his lord,

"Marvion, Rivendell, there are too many dead... Get ready for the reincarnation ritual and let my warriors return!"

"Tell Anubrak to gather all the spider demons of Eldraine Nirub!

"Tell those Viku people, I remember that guy's name was Imiron... I'll give them a second life and make them fight for me!and those Dakale trolls!"

"The enemy we once slaughtered has invaded our territory... But that's nothing, gather our army! Let them know what it means to be bloody! What is it to be frightened!"

"The undead!