The Frozen Throne - a name that Arthas has never faded in her memory - is an extraterrestrial piece of ice that, according to Frost Grief, was her home in the middle of this large block of ice.

Later, Kilgardan the Fraudster, the leader of the Burning Legion, discovered the ice and the Frostmourn within, and after being pecked by the Frostmourn, the Fraudster Kilgardan used the last bit of value of the ice to imprison the soul of the Lich King Naozu.

After descending on Northrend in the far north, the Lich King Neozu split the massive meteorite into two parts - one to make his Frozen Throne, and the other - the core of the Frostmourn consciousness was incorporated into the two-handed sword, until Arthas pulled it out of the seaside cave in Northrend and sucked the souls of the dead bit by bit, and Frostmourn regained consciousness little by little, until he was free from the sword.

Arthas rose from the ground, stood on the bricks of the Saron iron, and looked around - yes, this was the Frozen Throne, the top of the Icecrown Fortress, where he had spent the loneliest and most helpless time of his life.

Arthas will never forget the memories of the Icecrown Fortress, but ...... But he didn't understand why he had suddenly appeared here from Silisus' barracks - a bitter cold interrupted Arthas's thoughts, and he realized that he was still dressed in his own end and the Night Elf Sentinel Commander Shantis? Hazuki's clothes for the meeting - a two-piece silk robe in frugal tones but well-made.

The cool clothes of the desert of Silitsus reached Northrend, the far north, and of course completely unable to protect against the cold—an experience that Alsace had never experienced—when he lived here in the original flow of time. It is completely a half-dead person, with most of the characteristics of a corpse, and naturally does not feel cold.

As for now...... Arthas raised his hand. Looking at his own skin—apparently he was still a human—the power of the red dragon surged through him, and despite the chill around him, at least he wouldn't freeze to death for the time being.

Arthas began to wonder why he was here—obviously, because of the unusual behavior of the High Elf mage who suddenly appeared in his tent—Arthas didn't know why the other party was still playing such a trick in the face of Frost Sorrow, but he knew he had to figure out what it was all about.

Spell? Or is it a fantasy?

- Arthas doesn't think that there would be an Icecrown fortress in a world without the Lich King, so his current location either comes from his own memories. Either......

"How does it feel to be reunited with your fortress after a long absence, Prince Arthas? Or rather...... Should I call you the Lich King? ”

The High Elf mage's voice rang out abruptly beside Arthas, and he jerked around. Seeing that the other party was standing next to him at some point - still shirtless, it seemed that the cold that made Arthas's strong body a little unbearable, and it was not worth mentioning in front of this high elf mage - this made Arthas feel a little surprised, in his mind. Mages are supposed to be physically weak.

What makes Alsace care more. Is it the content of the other person's words - the Lich King?

- If Arthas's memories weren't confused, he knew it was a name that wouldn't appear in this time stream - the Lich King used to refer to Neozu, also Arthas, but ......

But Arthas had already made up his mind that history would not repeat itself, and all he had done since following Frost Sorrow through the flow of time was for this purpose—he wondered how the High Elf mage knew this?

"Who are you? Where is this? What about Xiaoshuang? What did you do with her? ”

Arthas stared warily at the High Elf mage, his hands clenched into fists, looking for a flaw in the other man if the guy in front of him did anything to Frostmourn...... He will never let the other party go!

"You have a lot of questions. Young human ...... But we still have some time, and I can answer you...... First question. I have many names, some of which are far beyond your comprehension, even if you were once the master of the Scourge Legion...... You can simply think of me as the master of time - all the time here is under my control until Amansel does not return to this world. ”

The High Elf mage smiled at Arthas—he looked polite, but the words made Arthas's body tremble.

Arthas didn't expect that what he had just talked about with Frostmourn in Silisus' barracks would come true so quickly...... The master of time, isn't that the bronze guardian dragon that he refers to?

"You're the Bronze Guardian Dragon Nozdorm?"

Alsace called out the name he remembered in surprise.

"That was my name, and now ...... You can call me Mnozdor, the Eternal Dragon. ”

The High Elf mage said with a smile.

……

Arthas looked at the self-proclaimed "Eternal Dragon Mnozdor" in amazement - he knew that dragons could transform into other races, so he wasn't particularly surprised by the other party's form, but ...... Eternal Dragon Mnozdor? What's that? Shouldn't the master of time be the bronze guardian dragon Nozdorm? Five colors of dragons - red, yellow, black, blue, green...... What is this Eternal Dragon?

"Isn't that weird? I know you've been with Alexstasa for years, but there are some things that even she doesn't know...... As a former Lich King, you do know something beyond mortal knowledge, but ...... It doesn't include my identity. ”

The Eternal Dragon Mnozdor walked up to Arthas and whispered.

"Your Excellency? By the way, she said she was going...... You...... Where is Her Excellency the Queen now? ”

Arthas felt his tongue knotted - Her Excellency had said that she would ask the bronze guardian dragon Nozdorm about the enchantment outside the Zerg City, but she hadn't returned...... Then the bronze guardian dragon Nozdorm found himself straight and took himself to Icecrown Fortress, a place that shouldn't be in this stream of time...... And tell yourself that he is not the bronze guardian dragon Nozdorm, and that he wants to change his name to the eternal dragon Mnozdor? - Arthas really felt that his head was a little inadequate. (To be continued......)