The continent of Northrend, which has not yet been reached by human footprints, is a bitter cold land based on the map given to Ainan by Shaftastra, which is equivalent to the North Pole on a small blue star.

Northrend, where most of the area is covered in snow and ice all year round, is home to countless creatures unimaginable to ordinary people, and dragons are one of them.

On the whole, although it is cold on both sides of Northrend, there are also many plants, and only the vast area in the central part is covered with snow and ice all year round, which has become a forbidden area for life. In the forbidden area of life, to the south of it is an endless snowy wilderness, which is shrouded in dead air all year round, and countless huge skeletons stand up, turning this place into a forest of buried bones.

It is the place where the dragons finally bury their bones, and it is called the place where the dragon bone wilderness is located, which is commonly known as the dragon tomb.

Standing on a high mountain, hiding himself in the shadow of the mountain, Ainan looked out at the wasteland at the end of his vision. I don't know how many dragons have been buried here for countless years, and the remains of dragons are so numerous that people have a dense phobia. As the top of Azeroth's food chain, the death of any dragon will have an impact on the surrounding environment, not to mention the untold number of dragon remains in the Dragonbone Wilderness.

So many dragons died here, and the attachment and reluctance of the creatures to life when they died, and the fear and resentment when death came, converged into a rushing resentment, which was mixed with the breath of death emitted by the dragon's remains, and the entire sky was darkened.

"After accumulating tens of thousands of years of resentment and death, there are no naturally formed undead here, it seems that the guardian dragon does have two brushes, so I don't know what they use to suppress so much death energy."

Rubbing his fingers against his chin, enjoying the sensation of his skin rubbing against the freshly popping beard, Ainan had only one word for the Guardian Dragon's approach to suppressing the death energy of the Dragonbone Wilderness, and that was stupid.

Guardian Dragons are arrogant.

They think they can suppress everything?

They can turn a blind eye to the death energy that is so rich that it almost forms a substance on the keel wilderness, and they are full of confidence that they can always suppress it, but they don't know that this death energy is day after day, year after year, only to see the increase but not the decrease, at the beginning it was okay, the amount is not large, the guardian dragon does not feel anything, as time goes by, the number of dead dragons increases, the death energy on the dragon bone wilderness has been increasing, and today it has become a nuclear bomb. The reason why nothing happened was that no one blew it up.

What if I play a handful of Frostmourn here?

Ainan could have imagined the spectacle of the spectacle, when the remains of dragons in the wilderness would crawl out of the ice, with a grudge against the world of the living, with the anger of being disturbed by eternal sleep, and they would tear everything apart, destroy everything, and blow the horn of death throughout Azeroth.

It's as simple as bringing Frostmourn into the Dragonbone Wilderness and activating the death runes on the sword.

"If it weren't for the threat of the Burning Legion, I'd have done it."

Ainan let out a long sigh and quietly left.

Now is not the time to deal with the Guardian Dragons, at least not until the threat of the Burning Legion is lifted. The demon's goal is to destroy the entire world, and their strength is enough to do it, and it is the most foolish thing to do it to exist in the nest of such a powerful foreign enemy. Ainan is also counting on the guardian dragon to fight the thunder, hoping that the two sides will fight to lose and hurt themselves so that the fisherman can benefit.

And if you want to deal with the guardian dragon, you don't have to come forward yourself, detonate the dragon bone wilderness with frost sorrow, and turn the remains of the dead ancestors and companions of the guardian dragons into undead dragons, and you will inevitably form a mortal enemy with the other party. What is it like to be dug up the ancestral grave, what is it like to be the guardian dragon at that time, and it is strange that people don't fight for their lives to destroy you first.

Even if you want to detonate the nuclear bomb of the Dragonbone Wilderness, you can't get on it yourself, right?

Wouldn't it be better to find a substitute for the dead ghost, let him be angry, move a small bench by himself, knock melon seeds, and sit on the side to watch the excitement?

Taking a step back, Ainan didn't come to Northrend to trouble the Guardian Dragon, he was to make up for the lack of ice power in Frost Grief and tap the potential of the Rune Sword. It's best to do this kind of thing, and don't go into the village quietly to shoot, because making too much noise is not in line with Ainan's original intention.

Sometimes the world is so magical, you don't want to make a fuss, but the buzz will find you.

Ainan, who was walking in the shadow of the mountain and wanted to get away from the keel wilderness, suddenly stopped because he saw a man.

A human!

Saw a human in Northrend!

Ainan almost thought he was dazzled, this was Northrend, thousands of miles away from the eastern continent where humans were, and there was an ocean in between. If it weren't for the use of Frostmourn to transform the corpse of a black dragon and turn it into an undead dragon to fly with him, even with Ainan's strength, it would have been a lot of tossing and turning to reach Northrend.

Looking at the human on the other side, Ainan could sense that the other party's strength had not even reached the magic master, how did he come to Northrend?

By boat?

Don't be funny, as far as Ainan knows, humans can't build such big ships for ocean voyages. Of course, it may be that someone can make it but Ainan doesn't know it, but this possibility is very small.

Just as he was about to teleport over to see what was going on, Ainan's spiritual power sensed a familiar aura from the other party.

"Huh? This is...... The breath of the dead! ”

The identity of the other party Ainan is still unclear, but the aura emanating from the other party's body Ainan is very familiar, and there are seven thousand necromancers in his Karazan.

The question is that the necromancers of Karazan will come to Northrend?

Ainan didn't remember such a thing, and even if they wanted to, they couldn't cross the ocean.

In this way, the human on the other side who exudes the breath of the dead is not Karazan's person, he is an undead spirit who became through other means.

In addition to Karazan, there are undead beings, and Ainan is interested.

The obscure magic fluctuations flashed away, and Ainan's figure disappeared in place, appearing in front of the other party in an instant.

"Who are you!"

Startled by the sudden appearance of Ainan, the figure jumped in shock. It didn't matter if he jumped, what mattered was that his face was exposed.

It was a face that made Ainan look a little familiar, and he could make himself feel this way, and Ainan dared to assert that this person must have seen it somewhere.

After seeing that it was a human and had no intention of doing anything to himself, the person on the other side slowly regained his composure, although he still did not let his guard down.

"Hello this friend. To introduce myself, I am Kel'thugad, a mage. ”

Kel'thugad?

It's a familiar name.

Ainan raised his eyebrows, and a memory of the scene came to mind - Your Majesty, do you still remember the summer rain lotus on the shore of Daming Lake? Phew, the style of painting is wrong, Ainan, do you remember Kel'thugad on the Sadol River?