Before dark, Xue Huan and the others finally arrived at the Icecrown Glacier.

Circumambulating the long spiral staircase, carrying the heavy magic sword and fate, Xue Huan once again climbed to the Frozen Throne, while Dakuru and the four Knights of Acherous were left behind in the underground passages.

As the light from the top of the ice crown shone brighter and closer, the ancient curse of vicissitudes resounded in his heart again.

"You're finally here, my Death Knight. ”

It's still the blue throne, it's still the cold armor, it's still the cold voice, it's all familiar and strange.

"Come and get back to life!"

Xue Huan's emaciated pale face was expressionless, he slowly walked to the frozen platform, less than five meters away from the Lich King, pulled out the frost sorrow on his back, the tip of the sword was pointing down, half-kneeling on the ice, and his tone was extremely respectful: "I have completed the task you ordered, please show me." ”

"Your perfect performance once again confirms my choice. ”

The Lich King laughed whimlessly, his voice echoing throughout the Icecrown Dome.

Even after sweeping through the Howling Fjords and achieving such brilliant results, his tone was still cold and cold, as if there would never be an emotional swing.

"You are a good death spreader, and plagues and curses are like toys in your hands, and you use them perfectly. ”

It seemed to be a compliment, but Xue Huan was still indifferent.

He knelt on the ground, his head bowed, his long bone-white hair hanging down from his temples, and he looked reverently as if he were worshipping a god.

The air seems to be condensed at this moment...

After a pause, the Lich King's voice rang out from the black armor again, "There is no doubt that your every move will be transmitted to my spiritual realm through Frost Grief. ”

"You have desperately captured the castle of Utgard, transformed the cunning and proud Imironon into a Scourge puppet, built the Scourge Fortress, and formed the Death Knights, spreading evil and curse throughout the Howling Windsfjord, all of which you have done quite perfectly, even beyond my expectations. ”

Ever since Naozu was banished by demons to this barren ice continent, he has been painstakingly managing his Scourge legion for several years, and these emotionless, inhuman undead creatures are his most relied upon weapon.

However, because his spirit was sealed in ice crystals, he could not personally manipulate these undead creatures to fight, resulting in the combat effectiveness of these undead creatures greatly reduced, so he was unable to defeat the Viku people in Howling Wind Fjord, and the ugly and dirty trolls of Zudak.

To this end, he went to great lengths to send the soul of Kel'thugad into the human world, trying to bring back a man who worships evil and is willing to give his soul for it.

Eventually, Kel'thugad did, and the Lich brought in a better Sacrifice than he had expected, giving him the feeling that his evil plans were being completed enough to be a historic moment.

"It's time. ”

The vast number of Scourge troops are already ready to go in Northrend, they are hungry and thirsty, and they are roaring, just waiting for an order, these hungry undead creatures will instantly flood the entire human continent.

The Lich King's high-pitched and terrifying voice seemed to come from the abyss of purgatory, like a soul that had been imprisoned for thousands of years, finally freed.

"The brutal and savage Viku have been submitted, they will eventually become vassals of darkness, driven by me, and now, your next target is the magical, breathing land of the living. ”

"There, thousands of corpses and souls will be eternally sublimated, and your arrival will spread death and plague throughout the continent of humanity, and they will be completely mad, desperate, and gradually eaten away by darkness, and eventually become part of a mighty army of the undead. ”

The Lich King laughed wildly, and his high-pitched, high-pitched voice pierced the sky, reverberating back and forth in the Icecrown Dome for a long time.

On the other hand, Xue Huan was still silent and half-knelt on the ground, but after a closer look, his hideous face and slightly trembling lips still exposed his inner activities.

His heart was moved...

The moment of revenge is approaching, how can he remain indifferent?

Xue Huan raised his head slightly, and through the smooth sword body, he saw his current appearance.

This... Is this still him!?

With an emaciated face, white hair, shriveled skin like a dead tree, and sunken bloodshot eyes, this is not a living person at all!!

Aside from his beating heart, he's been completely reduced to a walking corpse.

All this was given to him by those hypocritical living beings!!

The unpleasant past frantically poured into his thoughts, and subconsciously, Xue Huan held Frost's sad hands a little tighter.

The flames of hatred gnawed at his soul and scorched his eyes, and although the cold around him froze everything, not even the air, it still could not freeze the burning flames of vengeance.

"Yes..."

Xue Huan forcibly suppressed the agitation in his heart and responded in a low voice.

He has never been a guy who is good at expressing his inner feelings, but that doesn't mean he's a submissive person, never has been.

He may have been confused, hesitant, and helpless, but from this moment on, he vowed to make the stupid people who brought him hurt and pain, and paid a terrible price...

The Lich King still sits inside the ice crystals, whispering great plans.

Lordaeron, the sacred human land, will be the primary strategic target of the Scourge Legion.

For this reason, the Lich King has specially invented something called the "Plague Steamer", which is indistinguishable from ordinary cauldrons, and will carry a cursed plague and pollute farmland, mines, trails, and lakes on a large scale.

As long as the living are infected with this virus, the skin of the whole body will fester, and eventually turn into evil undead creatures.

The Lich King planned to place the 150 Plague Steamers in Lordaeron's hinterland, and he did a lot of preparation for this.

In the human world, Neozu has planted a large number of dark and death-sworn sorcerers who will help him sell these plague steamers at cheap prices to merchants and farmers, ignorant and greedy humans, who will personally bring their fellow citizens into the arms of darkness.

The sudden outbreak of the plague would definitely plunge these stupid humans into chaos, and at that time, Xue Huan would only need to lead an army of the undead to clean up and sweep the entire world of the living.

This is also the reason why he went to great lengths to summon Xue Huan to come, he couldn't do it personally, he could only send a powerful death knight to complete it, and Xue Huan happened to be completely in line with his appetite.

The gem at the top of the Lich King's helmet shone with a cold glow, as if to herald a terrible catastrophe!

"Go, my Death Knight. ”

The eerie laughter echoed in Xue Huan's ears, "The tens of thousands of undead creatures I have created are already waiting for Naxxramas, the magic sword you carry, the Frost Sorrow will become a weapon that directly orders them, and in this holy war, this huge undead army will be completely under your control." ”

"Respectfully... Command!"

Xue Huan bowed slightly, and the sorrow of frost made a trembling sound in his hand.

Beautiful Lordaeron, I'm back!!

(End of chapter)