And Master Ferding is also an old acquaintance of the players.

The legendary paladin, exiled from his homeland for his friendship with an orc warrior, spoke to his son Tyran, saying the well-recited line: "Race is not an honor thing, and one should not make rash judgments about beings who are different from oneself." ”

Living in seclusion in the plaguelands, feeding on the scavengers, Old Fording sees his son Tyran join the Scarlet Crusade and loses himself, hoping to awaken his son, who has become a puppet, with some souvenirs to rekindle the will of the paladin.

As the players brought to Tyran toy war hammers, Silver Hand banners of glory, and paintings of love and family, the Scarlet Crusader lord burst into tears as he read Fordin's handwritten letter.

However, on the way out, Tyran was killed by Ethanlion, and Ferdin, who had lost his beloved son, was completely restored due to the incident of Itreig, and he vowed to bring a new order to Lordaeron.

During the Battle of the Chapel of Light's Wishes, the Lich King ordered the High Lord of the Death Knights, Darien Mograini, to lead the Death Knights of Acherus and the Scourge to attack the Chapel, in an attempt to obtain the remains of the three thousand Paladins under the Chapel and transform them into undead forces.

In a moment of crisis, Darien threw the fallen Ember Bringer in his hand at Fordin, and with the help of three thousand paladin spirits under the chapel, Fordin purified the fallen weapon with the power of the Holy Light, and legend has it that the weapon Ember Bringer was reborn.

At this point, the Silver Hand and the Silver Dawn merged into one to form the Silver Northern Expedition, and Fording became the High Lord and the true leader of the crusade against the Lich King.

In the frigid city of Northrend, players fight alongside the Silver Crusade, starting in the Dragonbone Wilderness, reminiscing about Arthas's fall, participating in the Crusader Trials, and finally storming the Icecrown Fortress through the Ash Inquisitors, all the way through the obstacles to the Lich King.

The grass snake gray line travels thousands of miles.

The pinnacle battle with the Lich King began to be laid out as early as ten years ago, and the clues in it run through "Warcraft" and "World of Warcraft", and one hero after another finally collided with the most fierce sparks on the Ice Throne.

……

"Warriors, attack!!"

High Lord Tirio Fording rushed forward wielding the Ember Bringer, but the next second, he was frozen in the Ice Tomb by the Lich King.

For this scene, Zou Zhuo and the others are no longer surprised, they have cleared the Lich King countless times, and Old Fuding has also been frozen countless times.

Players begin to skillfully follow the established strategy and begin the battle against the Lich King.

Although it has been honed countless team quests, it will still take a long time and unremitting efforts to defeat the powerful Lich King.

25 people complete their tasks in an orderly manner, the tank stares intently at the mobs that are about to refresh, the output class silently remembers the output loop in mind to hit as high a second damage as possible, and the healing class pays attention to the blood line of the whole group, as well as various debuffs on teammates.

"Dead gangrene, run to the side of the dinosaur and prepare to disperse!"

"Parasitic! The precept shepherd prepares a shield!"

"It's a phase! Leaving the central area, everyone hurried to find their own position, the mirror was brushed, and the speed was pulled away!"

"Spread out a little bit to reduce tormented damage...... Hurry up and knock out the ice ball, and don't let it get close!"

"The third stage, get ready to play Walki! Arrest someone, save the mage first! Give control, ok, turn the fire!"

"Three seconds to go, Blackwater! Fast, scattered and scattered, in the black water of the open rocket shoes sprint, very nice, to come can gather. ”

"Beware of the soul harvest, and immediately change the taunt! Open the skill hard top, heal the skill, give me milk!"

"Okay, okay, the fourth stage is going well, I'm ready to enter the fifth stage, speed prioritizes evil souls! DK open the army, the knight is invincible and knock me out!"

"The blood line of the whole regiment is raised in a hurry! Melee continues to grab the output!"

"It's the final stage.,Don't care about anything.,Just do the boss! Don't care about anything.,Output the boss hard!"

"It's over, pretty!"

The players are still desperately trying to output, but there is already a lot of laughter.

"It's over, awe!!"

"Wow, that's not easy! Our guild has finally taken out the Lich King!"

"Hahahaha, it's too strong!"

However, at this moment, the Lich King lifted the Frost Sorrow, and the whole group was killed in an instant.

A few players looked confused: "What's going on?" The regiment is extinguished?"

The conductor explained: "No, no, this is a normal plot, just watch the play." ”

The Lich King came to the center of the Ice Throne, "You have trained them well, Fordin, and you have sent all the strongest warriors in the world to me, and it is just what I want!" Your silent sacrifice will be rewarded by me!"

The power of Frostmourn begins to eat away at every player's corpse: "See for yourself, I'll turn them from corpses into Scourge warriors, and Azeroth will fall into chaos and destruction at their hands!" And you're going to be the first corpse!"

"I'm going to enjoy the sarcasm!"

However, at this moment, Ferdin, who was trapped in the Ice Tomb, suddenly shouted, "O Supreme Holy Light! Please bless me! Give me the strength to break through these shackles!"

Infinite power of holy light suddenly erupted from Ferdin's body, instantly breaking through the Ice Tomb, and the Ash Messenger in his hand directly cut off the Frost Sorrow!

The Lich King looked at the broken Frost Sorrow in his hand: "This ...... It couldn't be ......."

High Lord Tirio Ferdin: "It's over, Arthas! Your days of mutilating living beings are over today!"

Terenus Minehir shouted, "Free at last! It's over, my son, it's time for reckoning! Warriors of the Light, assemble!"

The players rise to their feet again and launch a final assault on the Lich King, who has lost the Frost Grief and is vulnerable to countless unjust spirits.

The Lich King cried out in pain, "I am like a lion before a flock, but they are not afraid of me!"

At the moment when the Lich King fell, two giant achievement panels popped up in everyone's field of vision:

【Frozen Throne (25 people)】!

[The Fall of the Demon King (25 people)]!

At the same time, rows of achievements popped up in the guild channel in an instant, and other guild members also sent congratulations.

"Wow! Killed the Lich King? Awesome!"

"It's amazing, it's been so long and finally killed!"

Arthas fell to the ground, his helmet rolling aside, and the broken Frost Sorrow lost its strength.

A familiar melody sounded, and it was an elegy of mourning.

Arthas desperately tried to stand up, but it was all in vain, and the spirit of the old king Terenus came to him, and the blue light in Arthas's eyes gradually faded......

"Father, everything ...... Is it over?" Arthas asked, looking at his father's soul.

The old king calmly said: "There is no eternity in kingship, my son. ”

Arthas's eyes were full of confusion and despair: "I only have ...... in front of me It's dark......"

The old king Terenus closed his eyes for Arthas, and then said to Fordin, "Without the Lich King's control, the Scourge will be even more insane and unstoppable. Control over them must be maintained, so there must be one, the Lich King......"

Looking at the old king's dissipating soul, Fording picked up the Lich King's helmet on the ground.

"I'll carry this heavy burden...... No one is more ...... than me."

Just then, a voice shouted, "Tirio! What you hold is a cruel fate, but that is not yours!"

Furding looked back in astonishment, he found that Duke Boval, who had been tortured by the Lich King, had become unrecognizable, and the dragon's fire was constantly burning his body, but he was still alive.

"The world of the living has disgusted me, put the crown on my head, this curse, will be guarded by me!"

"Tirio! You and these heroes have your own destiny, and this last mission will be completed by me!"

Ferdin's face was complicated: "History will always remember you, brother. ”

Duke Boval shook his head: "No! If the world is to be reborn in destruction, everything that happened today must be forgotten!"

Ferdin's face was full of pain, and he placed the Lich King's crown on Duke Berval's head.

Frost rises, freezing Duke Berval in the icy tomb.

"Tell them that the Lich King is dead! Berval Vortagen and they perished with them!"

"Let's go, get out of here, and never come back!"