Naxxramas, Quelsala, and Sal searched layer by layer, expecting to find Kel'thugad's collection.

"Quill, give up. Lichs are nothing else, they are the best treasure in their own right. The average lich doesn't pay much attention to anything outside of them, so they don't have any collections. Sal looked at Quelsala who was searching for him and said, "You better give up." Now it's time to think about what to do with this floating city. It would be nice if we could move such a good air fortress back to us for our own use. ”

"Great Chief, if you want to activate this thing, you have to prepare your soul. Who are you going to kill? Orcs or trolls? Or is it Bane's Minotaur? Quelsala looked at the moved Sal.

"Didn't you change that floating city in the Borean tundra to be magically controlled? Isn't this okay? Sal asked.

"My Great Chief, you don't need money to be an arcane crystal!" "Since there's nothing to gain, we're going to blow this thing up!" I'll lay out the Arcane Bomb. ”

"It's a pity that such a good floating city!" Sal was still distressed.

"Alright, don't dwell on it. I've given you Naxxnar! Quelsala looked at Sal as the chicken thief blurted out.

"Really?!"

"Of course! However, you will need to pay for the Arcane Crystals you will need to pay for them in the future, and I will not provide them for free! Quelsala said to Thrall as she planted the Arcane Bomb.

"No problem!" Although Thrall's flesh hurts, he still agrees to buy the Arcane Crystals in the future, after all, the Floating City is much more practical than the airship.

"Alright, we can go! I guess Woking should be about the same by now! Let's go to Goodak and meet him! Quelsala planted the bomb and dragged Sal to jump off Naxxramas' balcony. Fortunately, both of them are above the hero level, and they are not afraid of being thrown to death.

As soon as the two figures landed, there was a 'boom', and the floating city that had been slaughtered in Azeroth turned into grains of sand and scattered among the ice fields of Züdak.

On a distant peak, Kel'thugad watched as his nest was blown to pieces, and a mouthful of old blood spurted out. But all he spewed out was broken bones, no blood.

"Humph! I'll get this field back sooner or later! When I fuse the Lich King's energy, you can wait! Kel'thugad glanced one last time at the falling ruins of Naxxramas, and then drifted towards the Ice Coffin Fortress. As for Saffellon and Rivendell, they had already been abandoned by him.

Goodak, the Frost King is leading the Frost Trolls against the Celestial Army led by Rivendell.

"Dakuru, you bastard! In vain, I trusted you so much, and let you lead the old and weak women and children to retreat. What about you? How do you do that? Give away the fortress to people. You shit, coward! The Frost King scolded Dakuru as he led the Scourge to stand in front of him, it was clear that Dakuru was leading the undead who had been transformed into the Frost Trolls.

Dakuru looked at the angry Frost King with a smile and said nothing. But there was no expression on his smiling face, but a sense of evil.

"Malak, is enough of scolding? If you've scolded enough, you'll be given two options! One is to surrender to my master and gain eternal life. The second is that I will kill you, and then resurrect you, and then make you submit to your master. Dakuru looked at Dakuru expressionlessly, "Why be so persistent, you can't win in the face of your master's nowhere army." ”

"Fuck you! Die! The god of the rhinoceros, Morabi, angrily picked up the giant axe in his hand and rushed towards Dakuru, along with dozens of rhinoceros.

The showdown between the Frost Trolls and the Scourges is in full swing. There was a wail everywhere, and a frost troll cleaved a skeleton, and in no time at all, countless skeletons drowned him, and finally he himself became a skeleton and slashed at his former companion.

Looking at everything on the battlefield, the word "desperate" was only left in the mind of the Frost King Malak. Death, not terrible. The terrible thing is that there is no rest after death.

Dakuru had already shaken off Morabi and walked in front of Malak and said, "Malak, it's too late to regret now. ”

"I regret your uncle!" Malak swung his sword and slashed at Dakuru.

"Very good, I'll try the power that my master has given me!" Dakuru drew the longsword behind his back, and the sword shimmered with a pale blue light, slipping up and down. This is the runic sword given to Dakuru by the Lich King, a weapon reserved for the Death Knights. It is clear that Dakuru has now transformed into a powerful death knight, and in terms of momentum, his strength is not inferior to that of Rivendell. Exactly Malak's rival!

"Dakuru, the power gained by selling your soul cannot last. The great gods will not spare you! At the same time, Malak, the Frost King, said that his whole body was accumulating strength, and his heart was praying to the creatures he believed in, begging the gods to give him strength.

"Haha! Jinni? Are you talking about those brutes? They are dead, they have been wiped out by my master! My master is God, the supreme being in this world! Dakuru looked at Malak and said, "I know you're praying, I'll give you time." Beat you this way to have fun! ”

Soon, Malak's strength continued, and the momentum of the whole person looked very sacred, at least the soldiers around him couldn't help but kneel down when they saw the current Frost King.

"Dakuru, accept God's punishment!" Malak swung his long sword, and his powerful energy rushed towards Dakuru. One will be a snake shadow, another will be a bear shadow, another will be a rhinoceros, and one will be a hairy mammoth.

"You're so naïve! See how I crush your faith and crush your will! Dakuru said excitedly, and with a flick of the rune sword in his hand, the power gathered by Malak was instantly shattered and vanished.

"See! That's what kind of power it is! Now, you can go and die! Dakuru swung his runic sword at Malak.

Frost King Malak stared at the oncoming rune sword with wide eyes, and said in his heart, "It's over!" The Frost Troll is over! ”

Malak closed his eyes in despair and waited for the dead general, but he only felt a cold wind hit his face, and at the same time, a sound of metal colliding sounded in his ears. ', deafening!

"Malak, are you dead? Stand up and keep fighting if you don't die! A loud voice woke Malak up. Malak wiped his face, picked up his sword again and joined the battle, joining the trolls who had saved him against Dakuru.

Malak looked at the troll standing in his way, well, a forest troll. When he saw the troll's face and fangs, he exclaimed, "Senjin! Then he saw the sword in the troll's hand, and exclaimed, "Susas the Flogger!" ”

"It's Susas, but I'm not Senkin, I'm his son!" The forest troll shouted, "Focus, this guy is strong!" ”

Malak put away his curiosity and attacked Dakuru with the forest troll, who claimed to be Senkin's son.

(End of chapter)