Time continues to pass half a year.

No decorations, no furs and rugs, no campfires, nothing that brings warmth and comfort.

Icecrown Glacier, a huge fortress, stands silently in the coldest part of the world. In just a few years, this lifeless land has been occupied by a huge army.

On the ground, there are more than 100,000 undead scourges: ghouls, crypt lords, frost dragons, abominations, death knights, psychics, lichs, and other troops stationed in Icecrown.

These lifeless spirits are not afraid of the cold, do not need to eat, drink, or even breathe. They won't get distracted, they won't be lazy, they won't be annoyed. Naozu and Darkan spared no effort to kill the Northrend Makers, making them more and more powerful.

The fact that even dwarves would have taken decades to build a fortress is a testament to the power of the undead in just a few years.

And not only on the ground, but also beneath the glacier lurks a surprising force, with countless spiders serving their owners below, building vast and intricate caves and tunnels for humanoid spider craft.

The power of the undead has matured.

The cooperation of two mages and warlocks who stand at the top of the profession, the ultimate combination of magic, makes the course of history take a leap forward.

This rapid development has even caused unease among the demons.

Tikdios, who has demonic wings on his body, is the first lord of the Dreadlord (Nasrezm), or the king of the Dreadlord clan.

He and his men were ordered to monitor the movements of the two Naozu, but fear was now in the hearts of many people.

"Can we really control these things?"

Flying in the cold sky, Tikdios looked with some concern at the countless skeletons and monsters walking on the ground, and the phosphorus fire on the snowfield made him feel hairy.

Tikdios had always believed that demons were invincible, but now his notion couldn't help but be turbulent.

He has watched the rapid development of the undead in the past few years, although these monsters do not have the power of demons, but they will not be afraid, painful, or resting, just like machines that keep making killing. What's even more terrifying is that they're hard to kill - or they're dead in the first place.

The growth rate of the undead is terrifying, and no matter what enemy stands in front of them, they can only become their companions when they die.

Hardly any life escapes this

The demons sealed Naozu and Darkan in ice, but in doing so, the souls of those two men could expand into the entire world. Two souls standing at the top of the world, they have created a technology that can control the undead infinitely, so as long as the soul cannot exceed the lives of these two people, the death at the hands of Nao Zu and the two can only be resurrected and become servants.

But the problem is that now Darkham, plus Naozu's soul power, is close to the demigods

Only a handful of individuals in this world can break free from their control.

"The Lich King"

Tikdios whispered the title, shivering with cold.

He flapped his wings and flew towards the Icecrown Fortress, holding a frost sword that glowed blue all over his body.

Frost Sorrow - This is the name of the sword, just crafted by the Dreadlords for the Lich King.

Two months ago, the leaders of the Burning Legion, Kilgardan and Akmund, had also discovered the threat of the growing undead, and they didn't want to be bitten by the monsters they had created to destroy the world of Azeroth.

Therefore, the two demon leaders ordered the two of them to prepare for action, not wanting to give the undead more time.

The two had a request: they needed a powerful weapon.

Frost Sorrow was thus created, it was indestructible, and its strength alone could indeed be said to be an artifact.

But the Dreadlords also had their minds - they didn't put any power on this weapon.

No matter how powerful the weapon itself is, as long as it has no ability, it is unlikely to have much effect on the demons.

[Those two monsters. 】

Tikdios laughed at the two of them in his heart, but when he brought Frostmourn to the very top of the Icecrown Fortress, in front of the ice

"Yes, yes, that's the weapon."

At the sight of Frost's sorrow as it was planted in the ground, the old voice of Naozu became ecstatic.

"There's no pollution, it's good, I need a weapon like this."

When he said this, Tikdios felt that something was wrong.

An ominous premonition welled up in his heart, and Tikdios immediately reached out to pick up Frost Sorrow again.

"It's not yours now."

Another voice from the High Elf mage teased, and then a large chunk of ice rose from the ground and blocked Tikdios.

【Damn!】 】

Tikdios clenched his fist and shattered the ice in one fell swoop, but a purple glow shone behind the ice.

A strange circle appeared on the ground where Frost Sorrow was inserted, and this circle kept emitting purple gas like smoke around Frost Sorrow, and began to carve something on it.

Soul -

It's the soul.

Tikdios could tell almost at a glance what the purple smoke was, and he took a few steps back, not daring to go any further.

"That's right, don't worry, if you want, this weapon can be given to you after the ability is granted."

Darkan laughed weirdly:

"As long as you dare to pull it out."

The ominousness in Tikdios's heart grew deeper and deeper.

"What power do you give it again?"

He couldn't help but ask.

This question was unexpectedly answered.

"Soul Eater, it can devour the souls of enemies and use it to constantly strengthen itself."

Naozu replied first.

And then there's Darkan.

"Soul stealing, anyone who picks up the Frost Sorrow, will have their soul stolen by it."

His smile grew deeper and more sinister:

"It can turn any good and good into evil, and more importantly because it will steal the soul of its own master, and the person who holds this sword will become very powerful."

"Frost Sorrow and its master's human sword are one, and there is no problem with the fit."

"How? Tikdios, do you want to draw this sword? ”

Darkan's voice coincided with the beginning of Naozu, and the two of them issued an invitation almost in unison:

"Draw this sword, and you'll be able to quickly gain great power along with Frost Sorrow."

When the two voices came together, Tikdios almost held out his hand.

Immediately after that, a cold sweat came out, and he finally didn't fall into the trap of these two soul experts.

【Powerful Force】

Tikdios took two steps back again, he wasn't that stupid.

Frost Sorrow can merge with the master's sword, plus it can absorb the soul and become stronger, which can indeed help that master become strong all of a sudden.

However, this power is exchanged for souls - the souls stolen by Frost Sorrow will be controlled by these two men forever.

Tikdios would rather be a demon.

He didn't even want to stay any longer, and after taking one more look at Frost's Sorrow, surrounded by purple gas, Tikdios flapped his wings and quickly left.

His departure made the throne seem somewhat silent.

"That demon is scared"

After a long time, Naozu's sigh rang out.

"But once this sword is forged, we don't have much time."

Darkan replied to him:

"Kilgardan, they won't give us that much time, we still don't have the strength to resist those demons right now."

His voice was a little hideous.

Naozu understood this, and both of them hated the demon who was playing with him.

But little by little, this situation has changed

"Those demons want to weaken us with war, but it's too late."

Naozu's soul eye stared at Frost Sorrow tightly, and his tone was cold and piercing:

"The more wars, the stronger we become."

"The servants who have come to escort the Frost Sorrow have arrived, Darkan"

He asked another companion:

"Are you really going to give me Frost Sorrow and that human prince?"

The elven mage didn't answer immediately.

But in the frost cage, a strange color came to a water chestnut.

"I've put some of my soul here, and with the power of frost's sorrow, I should be able to cut it open and take it away."

Darkan says:

"Naozu, escort me"

His answer answered Naozu's question.

Both men have their own goals, but they don't conflict at all.

Conspiracy is brewing

This is a far more terrifying combination than the demon imagined.

――

Ironforge Castle

Magni. Copperbeard stood in front of the huge furnace with a huge hammer and sweat.

"Done, done"

He said with a trembling voice, his eyes looking at the furnace in fascination.

In the midst of the red flames, a sword shone with a dazzling holy light, so powerful that it obscured the flames, staining the area golden.

The golden light -

"Flawless!"

Another voice picked up Magni. In the case of Brass Beard, that's Mograini.

The middle-aged paladin looked at the sword with fanatical eyes, staring at the round crystals that swirled around the sword and emitted holy light.

In all the time Mograini had lived, he had never seen such a powerful and immaculate light.

[It will become the supreme weapon of mankind.] 】

He thought so, and then lifted his footsteps, without fear, and reached out to grasp the long sword from the flames.

"Ember Bringer"

Mograine walked back with the Ember Messenger like a treasure, and he found the light flowing through his body, full of power.

Any darkness, any timidity, will disappear in this light.

"Mograine, be careful with this weapon."

Magni. Brass Whisker told Mograini:

"It's so powerful, if you don't use it properly, it's going to be the biggest threat."

(To be continued)