A mysterious whisper had been echoing in Kel'thugad's mind lately, making him uneasy.

The voice constantly showed itself the great power of necromancy and the undead scourge, which was an extremely addictive poison for Kel'thugad, who was addicted to spiritism.

Kel'thugad is currently in a very bad situation in Dalaran, and Archmage Antonidas finally discovers Kel'thugad's secret experiments and various evil undead critter tests, much to the anger of the Kenrito Council.

Not surprisingly, what happened next was that the Council of Kenrito strictly forbade Kel'thugad from continuing to study any spiritism, and if he was caught playing with the zombie critters again, Dalaran would punish him very severely, even deported him forever.

Although the world of Azeroth does not classify spiritism as a dark and evil realm, not many people can accept the resurrection of the dead.

From ancient times to the present day, there is only Merry Winter Wind in the Eastern Kingdom Continent, the first and only free-will undead.

And people have to do this for the sake of absolute righteousness, and it is a special situation that has to be like this, and no one will blame this former Araso Empire Protector Dharma Saint and current guardian.

You don't see that since Merry Winterwind took over Karazhan, he has perfectly performed all the duties and missions of the Guardian, which is much better than the mother and son of Egwen and Medivan, and Ginger is still old and spicy after all.

And you, Kel'thugad, are only for your own selfish desires, for your own superficial and stupid curiosity, you are not a big man like Merry Winterwind, so what right do you have to conduct such research?

Kel'thugad, the archmage of the Kenrito Council, is actually honest, others are not bad, and he has no evil thoughts in the first place.

"I wish I could get a big hug. ”

This is the gold coin that Kel'thugad threw into the Fountain of Wishes in Dalaran.

All he longs for is to get everyone's attention and recognition, which is very normal human nature.

Kel'thugad didn't understand why the mage named Arugao could be allowed to continue his research on werewolves, while his own research on the undead was forbidden.

"I want to get a big castle and have a few faithful dogs to live my life in peace. ”

Well... This is the gold coin that Arugao threw into the Fountain of Darlaran Wish.

All in all, Kel'thugad was even more ostracized in Dalaran, and everyone knew what this mentally shady mage had done.

As time passed, Kel'thugad became more and more obsessed with the power of spiritism, and the whisper in his head taught him many extremely advanced necromancy spells, which made him more respectful of the mysterious being known as the Lich King.

Finally, one day, Kel'thugad could no longer bear his situation in Dalaran, and he decided to leave this sad place forever.

He took all his research materials, his few personal possessions, and his only close friend, "Mr. Bigworth", and secretly left the Magic City in the middle of the night.

Oh, Mr. Bigworth is a tortoiseshell cat with black and white fur.

Kel'thugad is a faithful cat slave, so how bad can he be?

As a member of the Kenrito Council, Kel'thugad's mysterious disappearance immediately caused a great stir and confusion.

Everyone was curious about his disappearance, but Kael'thas, who was also a member of the council, knew very well where Kel'thugad had gone and what he was doing.

The countdown to the catastrophe was already approaching, and time was running out for him, and Kael'thas was extremely anxious.

Kel'thugad boarded a boat in the town of Nanhai and sailed across the ocean to the north, but the temperature was getting colder and colder, and ice floes began to appear on the sea.

Finally, he saw the snow-covered continent: Northrend.

He landed at the port of Moyaki in the Dragonbone Wilderness, the town of the Walrusmen, a gentle and peace-loving native race of Northrend, who replenished the necessary supplies for Kel'thugad who had come from afar, and sewed a large pocket on the inside of his fur coat to keep his cat owner, Mr. Bigworth, warm.

Kel'thugad continued his way north, skirting the Temple of Sleeping Dreams, the dragon's lair, and cautiously approaching the sacred place in his heart, the sacred place called Icecrown Glacier.

After entering the territory of Icecrown, he was ecstatic to discover something.

A large number of skeleton soldiers and undead zombies greet him in a procession and escort him all the way to his final destination: Icecrown Fortress.

Kel'thugad looked up at the majestic façade of the Icecrown Fortress, and in the distance, a giant tower of frost icebergs stood in the midst of a cold blizzard.

And at the top, that's where the Lich King is.

There is the Frozen Throne.

Kel'thugad stepped into the interior of the Icecrown Fortress, and everything here made him feel more shocked and delighted in the day than he had in his life combined.

The tall flesh-and-blood giant slowly walked past him, setting off a gust of rotting fish.

Silent giant undead guards, clad in ice-blue armor, loyally stand the ground.

The undead spider demon hung upside down from the ceiling, covered in blood-oozing bandages.

The Lich King's voice has been a competent part-time narrator guide, introducing Kel'thugad to each of the undead creatures.

Coming to the giant hall in the deepest part of the first floor, a super giant undead creature made Kel'thugad's eyes widen, and at this moment he felt that the zombie critters he had fiddled with before were all shit, and he was simply a little kid playing with mud!

It was a large undead composed entirely of bones, suspended in the air, with spinning bones forming an inverted cone-shaped body, four huge skulls neatly arranged at the top, four long bone spur wings symmetrically distributed on the left and right sides, and two thick white bone arms holding a giant skeletal axe.

"This is the newest creation, Lord Malogar, who is powerful enough to crush any living being. ”

The voice of the Lich King sounded in the mind of Kel'thugad in time, who was now completely conquered.

What a great creation, what a wonderful knowledge! Isn't this what I have been seeking!

"Malogal, demonstrate your power to this venerable archmage. The Lich King's voice echoed through the halls.

"Bone Storm!"

Lord Malogar began to move rapidly around the hall, his great axe spewing out blue undead flames, igniting walls of icy fire that were difficult to extinguish wherever he passed.

Looking at the entire hall that had been destroyed to pieces, Kel'thugad's eyes were like that of a fanatic.

"Great Lich King, I will serve you faithfully, and please grant me the same power and knowledge!"

The archmage knelt down with great reverence, calling out to the Lich King, who had fallen silent.

"Come and see me on the Frozen Throne, I will teach you true knowledge, and you will be blessed with the power you have always dreamed of. ”

Naozu's voice resounded.