The tsunami and earthquake in Azeroth had no special effect on the people of Northrend, who were still fighting to the death in Arthas.

King Sarufar wrapped himself tightly around Arthas, and although he was knocked out again and again, he was still unyielding.

"That's good! It is worthy of being the race favored by the Burning Legion. Arthas looked at Sarufar with admiration and said, "Now, you are mine!" "Frost Sorrow slammed into Sarufar, a powerful frost chill piercing the soul.

"Humph! If you want me to surrender, you're not qualified enough! "Sarufar swung the giant axe in his hand, and the 'Storm of Blades' spun and attacked Arthas, super fast speed, powerful attack power, although it could not hurt Arthas, but it also made it difficult for him to spare the means to deal with other people's attacks.

As a result, Kael'thas's magical attack, Old Fordin's holy light, Seannigosa's dragon magic, and Sylvanas's magical bow and arrow are also the easiest to defeat Arthas and lose half his life.

"Haha! Yes, that's good, I didn't think you would get to this point. Arthas knelt on the ground, stared at the great axe in Sarufar's hand, and asked, "What kind of weapon are you?" ”

"Arthas, I admit that you are strong. But what about you and Sagrasby? Sargeras was wounded by this weapon. Sarufar looked at Arthas with red eyes, the great axe in his hand gleaming with a thick light.

"Look down on you." Arthas smiled bitterly and said, "However, if you think you can kill me in this way, then you are too naïve!" Drink! ……”

Arthas raised his head to the sky and roared, and the Frost Sorrow emitted a faint blue glow, and countless ghosts floated out of the frost sword, quickly enveloping everyone.

"Give me your souls! Haha..."Alsace pointed his sword at the sky and laughed incessantly.

Everyone was surrounded by ghosts, and they were in a trance. Soon, a transparent, green energy floated out of everyone's heads, quickly flying into the Frost Sorrow.

Above the Frozen Throne, Quelsala and Ella sat on the back of the ice dragon and watched what was happening on the throne.

"You're not going down to help them? Their souls were absorbed by the sorrow of frost. Don't you care about Sylvanas and Kyle? Ella looked at Quelsala, wondering why Quelsala didn't help. Although Ella is the embodiment of Azeroth, there are so many things she still doesn't know.

"Arthas is finished, he shouldn't have sucked Kyle's soul into it. He's looking for death! Quelsara said, "The souls absorbed by Frost Sorrow have always been after the physical body has died. However, absorbing the soul of such a living person, something unexpected happens. ”

"What's the matter?" Ella glared at Quelsara curiously.

"Don't take you like this, is there anything else in this world that you don't know?" Quelsara said.

"Don't say it." Ella gave Quelsala a blank look, sitting on the back of the ice dragon and watching the battle of the Frozen Throne.

"Haha, this world is mine! You heroes, obediently submit to me! Seeing the souls of his heroes being tugged at, Arthas laughed excitedly, imagining his dream of taking control of the world.

The inner space of Frost Sorrow, the people who entered in the state of the soul, gathered together.

"What now?" Duke Leorik asked.

"The only person we know best about this situation here is General Windranger, and I would like to ask the General to clear his mind." Old Verding asked Silva's advice for advice, and although he knew something about the soul in the practice of the Light, this was the first time he had seen such a situation.

"Heh, this is the first time I've seen this happen. I think we should go in the direction where the ghost is drifting, and I think there should be clues to be found. Sylvanas proposed.

The crowd said that there were no other problems, and now they had to do what Sylvanas said.

Everyone walked in the direction where the ghost was floating, and when everyone thought that the time had passed for about an hour, they suddenly heard someone talking in front of them.

"You damned spirits, don't try to devour my will. Don't try to control my son! A distinctly old voice reached the ears of the crowd.

"Let's go, go over and have a look!" Everyone trotted all the way, and finally saw an old man at the end of the space who was wielding a sword to fight the wraith. The difference is that these spirits are purple.

"This, these..., everyone be careful, don't be attacked by these purple spirits. They are the best at clearing the will. Sylvanas reminded the crowd.

And the strangest of the crowd was Old Ferdin, who looked at the old man who was fighting without blinking, and shouted in a lost voice: "Terenus?!" Is that you? ”

The old man was Arthas's father, King Terenus Minethir of Lordaeron.

"Tirio?!" Terenus was also surprised to see Old Verding here, and hurriedly said, "Come, Tirio, and smash that crystal altar!" ”

According to Terenus, the crowd saw a tower-like crystal altar in one corner.

"Guys, let's go!" Old Verdin rushed towards the altar with the Ashbringer in his hand, and the crowd followed closely behind and began to attack the altar.

"Great Lord, this altar is the secret of Frost's sorrow." Tyrion said, "Break him, and you can pull Arthas's will back." ”

So, in a difficult battle with everyone, with Tyrion, it didn't take long for the crystal altar to be shattered by everyone's combined efforts.

"Guys, get ready, we're going out!" Old Verding reminded everyone.

At this time, Arthas clearly felt the abnormality of the frost sword. The ghosts that are constantly being used are slowly decreasing at this moment.

"Nope! That's impossible! What did you guys do?! Arthas shouted, only to see several transparent spirits float out of the frost sword.

The next moment, everyone who was comfortable with the frost sword came to their senses.

"Arthas, you're done! Come to your senses! Old Verding jumped high and slashed at Arthas with the Ember in his hand.

Arthas confidently raised his Frost Sword to resist, but, with a crisp cracking sound, the legendary artifact Frostmourn was shattered by the Ember Bringer.

"It can't be!" Arthas watched in disbelief.

"I said you would atone for the sins you have committed! Now, be purified! After the old Buddha finished speaking, the light in his hands condensed.

Sylvanas, Kael'thas and the others also gathered their energy, and then combined the light of Old Verding to attack Arthas.

"Hah, finally... Liberated! "Arthas, the first generation of powerhouses, the second generation of the Lich King, the prince of Lordaeron, has finally fallen, and the picture of his once happiness slowly flashes in front of his eyes. Father, mother, sister, and, Gianna!

"Kid! You're finally back! Arthas felt a familiar voice calling to him, and when he opened his cold eyes, he saw a face that was both familiar and unfamiliar.

"Father!" The helmet on Arthas's head fell off, and his eyes returned to normal.

"Father, is it all over?"

"It's over, kid! No kingship reigns forever! Now come home with me. Terenus's soul said.

"Home? Hmph..."Arthas sneered and said, "Father, in front of my eyes, there is only... It's dark! ”

Then, there was no then, and Arthas, the Lich King, fell. The Northern Expedition of the Alliance and the Horde came to an end. The Son of Heaven entrenched in the world is also clear, and only the scattered undead are still wandering around, which is not to be feared.

(End of chapter)