"Are you really leaving?"

The weather in Northrend was as legendary, with snowflakes dancing in the sky and a bitter cold howling, and the soldiers shivered with cold even with their thick cotton jackets. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

In this place, called the Bay of the Dagger, Alsace finally set up camp here with his fleet. However, before His Royal Highness the Prince, who was ambitious, could attack, the White Wolf, a powerful warrior whom he regarded as the main slow general, offered to leave the army.

"Yes." The white wolf's eyes stared into the distance, the white expanse, "I feel some kind of voice calling out to me, I can get back what I lost." ”

"This ......"

Arthas would love to say that this is the Northern Rift—the far north of the land covered in cold and snow, and you, an ordinary human, oh, even a slightly stronger human than the average human, are unlikely to have ever been to a desolate, icy place like Northrend.

But after getting along with each other during this time, even though the white wolf has greatly improved from his previous cold appearance, Arthas can sense that his personality is not so easy to change.

"I don't know why, but that guy named Marganis must have some conspiracy to bring you here on purpose."

"Then you should protect me, this is the task given to you by Kalia."

The white wolf sneered.

"So the prince of Lordaeron is still an unweaned fellow—!"

Arthas was stunned, and then became furious: "I want to duel with you!" ”

"Prepare your battle plan well, I have a hunch that you will soon be able to achieve your wishes."

"I wish you to be lost in Northrend forever!"

"Haha—then your triumphal ceremony will be much more discolored."

With a wave of his hand to the soldiers of Arthas and Lordaeron, the figure of the white wolf faded into the snow. Arthas looked in the direction he was heading.

Will I really be able to kill Malganis and return triumphantly?

Leaving everyone, the white wolf followed the call of the voice in his head and went straight to the north. He didn't know what was ahead.

Maybe it's the huge and ferocious beasts, or the skeletons of bones that have come back from the dead, or even more terrifying unknown monsters......

But, nothing can stop him! There was no way to stop him from retrieving his memories. During this time, some vague image echoed in his mind, perhaps a fragment of his lost memory.

What really made him feel impatient was that he felt that there were things more important than his own life, but he had forgotten about them. He didn't want to lose them, he had to get them back!

All the way north.

The white wolf discovers a huge structure that stands proudly over the ice field. It's too far away to see its full picture, but the high, imposing shape gives people a powerful impact.

He didn't intend to lean over to find out, as dragons kept flying through the sky and into the temple. As long as the brain is not broken, everyone knows that this thing belongs to the dragon family.

Similarly, anyone in their right mind would not provoke a grumpy, powerful creature with both strength and magic. What's more, there is a group of people in front of them - this building is their nest, and it doesn't have to be ......

The white wolf had no idea that his random guess was actually in a word. The Temple of Dragon's Sleep was so abrupt and conspicuous on a snowy field.

Walking completely on a gut instinct. In the vast expanse of ice fields, where there is no way to distinguish the direction, this is an effective way to travel. At least not to lose yourself in the process of constantly adjusting direction.

Passing through a chasm full of icicles, the white wolf came to a woodland that looked like a paradise. It's clearly a long, narrow valley where the mountains keep the cold wind and snow out, creating a comfortable and tranquil environment for the creatures here.

The trees here are not as tall as Lordaeron, and their tiny leaves reduce their water evaporation. Although they are exposed to sunlight, the overall environment is still cold, and the nutrients they receive are obviously not comparable to those of the plants on the southern continent.

The comfortable climate almost made the white wolf nostalgic, but he didn't want to lose himself in such an environment. Greedily took a breath of fresh, warm air. The white wolf resolutely stepped on.

In the camp of Lordaeron in the south, Arthas unexpectedly reunited with his own war teacher, Muradine Copperbeard of the Dwarven Kingdom, in this strange and cold land.

"Holy Light, what are you doing in this hellish place?"

Like a prisoner released from prison, Muradin devoured the hot food in front of him. The thick beard shook up and down as he chewed.

"We're here ......"

Arthas thought about it, but decided to confess to his mentor what was happening in Lordaeron.

The plague, the grain, the Kel'thugad, the Cult of the Damned, the zombies who have risen from the dead, and the man behind it all, the Dreadlord Marganis. His Royal Highness the Prince had told all about what he had done in Stratholme, perhaps instinctively feeling some uneasiness in his heart about this decision.

"It's horrible! It seems that my guess was correct. I have been to this land several times, and after staying for a long time, we have gradually discovered that there is an evil force quietly expanding here. That evil force is very similar to what you said...... No, I'm sure it's the same forces now, and they're clearly not content with the land anymore. ”

Arthas nodded, but his heart was even happier. In this way, Muradin will definitely support himself without hesitation.

Sure enough, when Arthas explained to Muradin, he was at the source of this evil force, and Muradin readily agreed.

"That's right!" Arthas suddenly thought of a question, "What are you doing here?" ”

Muradin tilted his head and drank down his beer.

"I don't have to let anyone know about this."

Arthas nodded knowingly, motioning for his men to retreat.

"Thank you for your trust. Muradin! ”

The dwarf stood up and patted him on the shoulder.

"You've grown into a strong lad, Arthas. If it's not for the sake of finding a legendary thing, who would want to come to this ghost place where birds don't. Muradin mysteriously leaned in front of Arthas, "You know that my Explorers' Guild is what it does. We're very interested in this kind of stuff - it's our favorite thing to do besides beer and fighting. ”

"Indeed." Arthas had heard him talk about the organization, but His Royal Highness thought it was just a hobby of the dwarves who liked to burrow and explore, "What is it that is so attractive?" ”

Arthas looked at Muradin, pretending to be curious.

Muradin smiled contentedly, pulling out a worn-out journal and giving it to Arthas.

Arthas caught it and flipped it open. There are maps, and there are all kinds of markings on the maps, animals, ruins, and routes - red routes!

At the end of the route, there is a cave-like marker. A runic sword is carved on it.

At the sight of this crude portrayal, Arthas's heart trembled uncontrollably. It was as if something terrifying and powerful was coming at him from this sword.

"This ...... Shank...... Sword ......"

Muradin was pleased with Arthas's shocked look at the legendary weapon!

"It's called—"

"Frost's Sorrow!" (To be continued.) )