The battle for Ulduar is over once and for all.

The Black Hand and Durotan, the two brilliant orc chieftains, died in battle with a bang, just as they had hoped. Their opponents, Ryan and Soras, were almost wiped out with Durotan, their bones shattered, and only the vague flame of their souls crumbling. Solas was relatively better, but also lost half of his head and an arm.

Even as opponents, Lothar and the others admired their courage, and let people collect the corpses of the orc chieftains, and with the raging fire, these three chieftains, who were famous in the history of Draenor, returned home with the other orcs.

Carl's return also means the end of the matter.

Not everyone was as open-minded as Anduin Lothar, and when death was once again confronted, or outright death, the soldiers were silent.

They were just ordinary warriors, they didn't have Uther's will to sacrifice or the vision of Ryan and Solas, but as the dead who had come back from the dead, they also knew that this evil existed and was a permanent threat to their loved ones.

The self-contradiction of self-sacrifice and unwillingness to die made the soldiers confused and helpless, they were like chess pieces abandoned by fate, and they could only look at the tall figure on the high platform with expectant eyes.

"Warriors of Azeroth!"

Karl's voice was loud and serious, even if it was empty, and the voice vibrated in the ears of the undead soldiers.

"You're dead! It no longer belongs to this world of the living. The Lich King has used his evil magic to pull you back from the realm of the dead, making you executioners of slaughtering your fellow citizens and loved ones. ”

The blue soul fire of the undead soldiers flickered and lowered their heads.

"Maybe some of you will think: it's not my fault, it's all the Lich King's orders, and I can't control myself at all."

"Yes, the Lich King's will is irresistible, but how many of you have tried to resist? And how many people persist in resisting without being discouraged? How many?! ”

No one met Karl's round gaze. Even the Uthers behind him bowed their heads in shame.

"Poof!"

Frost Sorrow, which shimmered with a little ghostly light, was inserted in front of Carl, and Karl's tone became more and more cold:

"Now, Frost Sorrow, the sword that still controls your mind and will, is here, destroy her and you can regain your freedom, the freedom of your soul."

"Is anyone willing to try?"

The answer was obvious, and Lothar behind Carl shook his head, he had been disapproving of Carl's plan.

"Not one?"

Karl looked around at the dense crowd of undead soldiers below, and everywhere he looked, the soldiers all lowered their heads.

"If that's your choice, then I'm sorry to tell you. I, Karl Sunset, will purify you with this sword in the Light. ”

"Hum~"

The peace was finally broken, and the numb undead soldiers shouted loudly, some begging for mercy, some unwilling to be angry, and some calmly facing it, calm and speechless......

But, no one dared to take that step.

Lothar and the others sighed in their hearts at the same time, both for the soldiers and for the fear of the powerful control of the magic sword of Frost Sorrow.

After the undead soldiers below vented, they saw that Carl on the high platform and the former leaders were uncertain and uncertain for a while, and then slowly calmed down again.

"Do you think I'm alarmist?!"

Karl raised his left hand, and the blazing light appeared like a sun, and his natural nemesis made the undead soldiers thorn.

"Whether you want it or not, for the sake of your loved ones, for the sake of your homeland, for the sake of all living beings in Azeroth, I prefer to rest you in complete peace with the Light."

"But—"

"Sir tells me that you are all valiant warriors, and even though you have submitted to the will of the Lich King, you have never given up on your belief in protecting your homeland, your kingdom, and Azeroth."

"Sir said that if you can fight for the Guardian again, you will not hesitate, even if you are completely dead."

"And our world, our homeland, still faces countless deadly threats! Threats are everywhere, and only when they are completely eliminated can our homeland and our world be at peace. ”

"Now, soldiers! Tell me, would you like to raise your sword again, take up your shield, and fight to defend your homeland, to fight for Azeroth? ”

"Willing to !!"

"Willing to !!"

"Willing to !!"

All the undead soldiers shouted.

Karl Sunset, the most admired and feared being of all Alliance soldiers, those who have witnessed him in battle are terrified by his terrifying power. The long-standing prestige of the soldiers made the soldiers not resist Karl in the slightest, and even if there was dissatisfaction, it was quickly overshadowed by awe.

The soldiers believed that Karl's words of total purification were not a joke, and the idea that the Alliance's god of war would always be on the side of humans and elves was deeply ingrained. They understand what kind of evil they are now, and Karl purifies them, even if they are angry, but they can only suffer in silence.

Now, with the intercession of Generalissimo Lothar, they regain their chance to fight for their families and reclaim their lost glory.

Karl nodded in satisfaction at the undead soldiers below who were full of will to fight, and then turned and walked in front of Lothar.

"Sir, it's your turn."

Lothar still had hesitation and apprehension on her face.

"Carl, actually, ......"

"Sir, I know what you mean, but there's no one better suited than you." Karl interrupted Lothar, "I can't always control the undead legion, our world still faces many threats, to eliminate them one by one, if only with the strength of our seven kingdoms, even if it succeeds, it will pay a great price." And these undead ......"

Karl didn't continue, but the people present were all on the ruling side, and of course understood what he meant.

Lothar nodded: "But you don't have to carry the black cauldron on yourself." ”

In fact, it was Lothar and Uther who advocated the complete purification of the undead legion, but it was Carl who planned to control the undead scourge to be cannon fodder. However, in order to allow Lothar to better take over the undead legion, Carl had to make a show, and by the way, he hacked himself to improve Lothar's dominance.

In fact, this is also what Carl himself thinks about, whether it is himself or Lothar, these soldiers already have great respect for the two of them, even if there is no control of Frost Sorrow, most of the soldiers will not hesitate to obey their orders. It's just that Carl has a vivid view of the Forsaken and the Knights of the Black Blade, who have betrayed the Lich King in the game, and doesn't believe in Frostmourn's absolute control plus a layer of insurance.

Frost's sorrow was lifted up by Lothar and held high in his hand, the surging soul power sprinkled on the undead soldiers, and the broken body was quickly repaired and intact.

The soldiers were greeted first, and then the earth cheered!

The cheers shook the snow on the top of the mountain, and it also signaled that this army of the undead, which was not part of the original timeline, would bloom with an unusually dazzling light in the future.