Karl's voice was not hurried, but it woke up the stunned Kel'thugad. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 Info didn't hesitate, and the necromancer, who had already prepared for rebirth even more than the wedding night, immediately began chanting incantations.

The wandering soul, drawn by the spell, reluctantly flocked to Kel'thugad's bones, and submerged into it along with his own soul.

There were fewer and fewer points of soul light floating on the platform, and the blue light on Kel'thugad's bones was dotted, and then slowly began to move and combine...... As if building a mechanical object, the scattered bones quickly joined together into a skeleton......

"At your command, master!"

The skeleton came to Karl and fell to his knees in front of Frost Sorrow. Kel'thugad hung his head, the frost sorrow's inglorious sword reflecting his eyes glowing with a blurred blue glow.

The cold wind was still howling tirelessly, and the souls on the platform had long since been devoured, becoming the tonic for the rebirth of New Kel's Sugad.

One man, one dragon, one skeleton.

The oppressive momentum made Sindagossa and Kel'thugad like ice sculptures, unmoving. If they had to breathe, they wouldn't dare to breathe.

"Get up."

The flat voice sounded like heaven to Kel'thugad, and the 'body' that suddenly relaxed after the tension almost fell to the ground.

"Yes, master."

The reborn necromancer, or rather the lich, stood up in embarrassment. But no one laughed at him, and Sindagossa suddenly relaxed after Carl spoke.

The powerful aura of the blue figure in front of him had only been experienced when he witnessed the Titans bestow the power of guardianship on the guardian dragons. She didn't dare to ask more if the sturdy shell of the new master in front of her belonged to Naozu's soul or its original owner.

Northrend's expedition ended with a kind of legend in the mouth of a bard.

The hard-earned expeditionary force even fought a battle that was not even a warm-up, and inexplicably won the victory. The commanders of the coalition forces were not as jubilant as the soldiers, they were half delighted, half amazed. Especially the guy called the Ember Bringer......

"You guy actually secretly overturned the big boss alone, are you worthy of me? Is it worthy of the soldiers who fought bloodily on the battlefield? You didn't even call me?! What about killing the Lich King together? ”

As soon as Mograini saw Carl, he was unceremoniously scolded in the face. Even the bold words of cursing Karl for being wheeled by the ugliest woman in Lordaeron did not hesitate to come out in front of countless commanders.

Several of the Knights of the Silver Hand were eager to put back their helmets immediately, at least not so that their allies would not see their embarrassed faces. The commanders from the other kingdoms, on the other hand, wanted to laugh but tried their best to endure it, and their faces were flushed one by one. I don't know, I thought I was drunk.

"Poof~" "Poof~"

The two voices finally clashed with their master's obstruction and popped out.

The big lord who was spitting and scolding like a rooster that had his throat pinched, turned his head angrily -

Drake and Varian were secretly turning around, preparing to sneak out of the tent.

"Stop!"

Mograini's loud voice brought the two of them to an abrupt halt as they walked towards the door.

"You two stinky boys!"

Mograini ignored the smiling faces of the two begging for mercy, and was about to pour out his unfinished firepower on the two juniors. Karl stopped the Great Lord in time for the fire, which was as violent as his weapons.

"Ahem, ahem!"

"The war is over, Mograini."

Karl glanced at each commander with a grateful gaze and nodded slightly.

"I am leading this war, and it is incumbent upon you to draw your forces to support, and Carl is here to express his great gratitude!"

"I won't go into the evils of the Scourge Legion, the original plan was to weaken the minions of Naozu step by step, and then completely destroy Naozu who was imprisoned on the Frozen Throne. But due to some coincidences, Naozu has completely disappeared from this world, and now the Scourge Legion-"

Frostmourn slammed into the ground.

"Be controlled by it!"

The commanders in the hall had different looks, and none of them were hairy boys - not even Drake and Varian. Karl didn't elaborate on his battle with the Lich King Neozu, but everyone knew that it wasn't as simple as it seemed.

"Controlled by it? I think you're in control! ”

Modra's voice was unusually harsh in the silence of the hall, with a naked sarcasm.

"What did you say?"

Sylvanas raised her slender eyebrows and glared at Modra beside Ronin.

"You know exactly what I'm saying! Who knows if he really killed Naozu. Or maybe he's simply taking his place as the new Lich King, secretly controlling the Scourge Legion. ”

Archmage Dalaran was clearly not a fuel-efficient lamp, and confronted Sylvanas without flinching.

Ronin gave Carl an apologetic look, turned his head and glared at Modra, motioning for her not to say more.

"Am I wrong? Carl Sunset, you're taking advantage of all of us. Use us for your ulterior purposes......"

Karl took a sudden step forward bypassing the Frost Grief, and while the female mage instinctively retreated as she accused Cal of awe-inspiring her, a blue light shone around her—a spell shield.

Seeing that Carl didn't make any other moves, Modra breathed a sigh of relief in her heart, but she was also ashamed and angry about her fear.

"You ......"

"As the Archmage of Dalaran, you've probably forgotten what caused the Burning Legion to discover Azeroth's location again and again."

Modra's words were all in her throat, and the angry expression on her face did not subside, but Carl's words left her irrefutable. Long after the War of the Ancients, the High Elves and Night Elves learned that it was their misuse of magic that allowed the surging arcane energy to overflow into the universe, which allowed Sargeras to finally find Azeroth, the planet that the Pantheon secretly protected.

Unfortunately, the High Elves were unable to escape their addiction, and after seeing the power of magic, the human mages of Dalaran worked tirelessly on all kinds of magic. Although the Silvermoon Council realized that this might attract the Burning Legion again, and formed the Council of Tirisfar, it was unable to solve the problem at the root of the problem - abandoning the use of magic. It was only a matter of time before the Burning Legion invaded again.

The Silvermoon Council understands this, and so does Kenrito......

"The war that belongs to the alliance and the scourge is over, and the next battle has nothing to do with the alliance, so let's triumph with victory."

"Fighting? And what fighting? ”

Mograine frowned.

Karl waved his hand: "This is my private matter, let's leave, this land will soon no longer be peaceful." ”

Mograini wanted to say more, but was stopped by Karl's decisive gaze. Seeing this, Kael'thas and the others stopped talking.

The next day, Karl found the amnesiac Muradin from among the Frostvein dwarves of the Storm Crags, and the dwarves who had been integrated into the bloodline took Cal as an enemy, and he was a hammer in the head, but he was easily defeated by the now different Karl and thrown to the rejoicing dwarven army.

"Take care, the Alliance needs you!"

Mograini put away his playful face and said goodbye with a rather heavy farewell.

Carl nodded, saying goodbye to his former friends.

The Alliance's fleet disappeared into the gray mist, and Karl turned around and smiled at Sylvanas who had seen it:

"Will you regret it?"

"Never !!" (To be continued.) )