The Pillar of Curse was originally forged by Naozu himself, and he only obeyed the orders of the high-ranking undead, and when Xue Huan approached the pillars that had been purified by Illidan, the runes engraved on them lit up again.

If Illidan hadn't retreated, he was afraid that he would vomit three liters of blood from anger, and he finally spent a lot of time purifying the cursed pillar, which was restored to its original appearance so easily by Xue Huan.

When the four pillars of the curse were all poured into the most primitive death power, a burst of cold light suddenly flashed, submerging into the magic sword in Xue Huan's hand, and at the same time, the ancient gate to the frozen throne covered with ice and snow slowly opened.

"Fate, my... Death Knight. ”

In the sorrow of the frost, there was a distant, hollow voice as ancient as an antiquity, it was Naozu, how long had he not called himself like this?

"You don't have to come along, pack up the battlefield and wait for me. Xue Huan waved his hand to stop Tried and Renault, who wanted to follow.

Back then, he climbed the Northrend spine alone, and now, too.

With heavy steps, Xue Huan once again came to the familiar underground passage, which was as quiet as ever, only a heavy sound of some kind of power lingered in his mind.

After passing through the tunnel, the Ice Dome jumped into view, and along the narrow path, Xue Huan continued to climb in a circle, and with each step, his heart couldn't help but feel a little heavier.

Those unpleasant memories lingered in his mind, and the scenes were like those in front of him.

The first time he came to this frozen Northrend, he was just a blank slate, he had just experienced betrayal, he only thought about revenge, and used his own ways and means to gain a foothold on this continent, and now, he has done it...

He chose a thorny path full of pain and suffering, but he overcame the thorns, and after the price of blood on his hands, he fulfilled his destiny and walked the road.

He took over the castle of Utgard, destroyed Lordaeron, slaughtered Quel'Thalas and the High Elves of Silvermoon, destroyed Dalaran with his own hands, summoned the archdemon Akmund, and finally defeated his strongest enemy, Illidan, in the vast ice field...

Along the way, countless people have died at his hands.

Uther, Terenus, Anastarian, Antonidas, and Orix Rivendell, whose dynasties were destroyed by the iron hoof of their own death, and thousands of people, with their blood and lives, stained this thorny path red for him.

Under the sky, countless thoughts were entwined in his mind, some painful, some happy, some quiet, and some crazy, and these memories kept flashing through his mind, making him have a splitting headache.

"My master, if you just want to be an ordinary person in this world, then it is a pity, I will tell you that you have lost the right to protect your lover, to protect yourself, and even to choose, if you choose another path, then please abandon those unrealistic kindness and guilt, because this path, there is no mercy!"

"If you can use your magic to bring victory and peace to the Empire, I will forgive you all your sins in the name of the future Prince of Lordaeron!"

"I feel sorry for you, you have power that no one else can match, but you live like an ant, and you even need to wag your tail and beg for a place to stay! What is the difference between you and a dog?"

Xue Huan's face was expressionless, his steps faltered, and he continued to walk forward.

"Why? Why are you doing this? Tell me!!"

"Xue Huan! I wish there was a place in hell for you, you filthy and despicable executioner!!"

Step by step, he got closer and closer to the giant ice crystal, and these memories of the past were replaced by another voice that encouraged him to keep going.

"That's it, my warrior, come, now that you're strong enough to break through the ice, when my freedom comes, it's the day your power will be sublimated!!"

After walking for a long time, Xue Huan finally reached the top again, and at the same time, his eyes suddenly opened up.

Xue Huan stopped, looking at the familiar blue throne in front of him, the cold air around him was wanton, and the metal armor that was sealed in the cold ice looked a little excited.

"At this moment, return the sword to the sheath!"

Nao Zu's low, hollow voice echoed in Xue Huan's mind: "Use your strength to shatter this Ice Hell!!"

Is that what you want?

Painstakingly planned for a long time, just for this moment?

Some thoughts flashed through Xue Huan's mind, but these thoughts were all suppressed by the thoughts forcibly poured into him by Nao Zu, unconsciously, Xue Huan took a few steps forward, and at the same time, he raised the frost sorrow in his hand, roared with all his strength, and slashed at the huge Ice Throne with a sword.

"Click!!"

The indestructible ice trembled at the blow with all its might, and its surface was covered with cobweb-like cracks, and after a few seconds, the ice cracked with a loud blast of ice in all directions.

Fragments of the imprisoned body fell, and the screams of the dead seeped out of the ice and resounded through the sky.

The Lich King let out a loud roar like thunder, and under Xue Huan's gaze, the entire dome of the Frozen Throne collapsed and fell apart.

And Xue Huan stood on the top of this heavenly dome, standing still, like a sculpture, as if the collapse of the world had nothing to do with him.

"Bang dang!!"

With a deafening, landslide-like thud, it seemed as if something had tumbled to his feet, the Lich King's helmet.

Xue Huan's pupils dilated, and he looked down at it for a long time, and there was a tremor in his heart.

"Put it on, my Death Knight! you'll see... True destiny!"

Without hesitation, or perhaps not wanting to hesitate, Xue Huan slowly leaned over and held the spiked helmet with his hand, and then, he closed his eyes and slowly but firmly put the helmet on his head.

"Boom !!"

He was startled, his whole body tensed, and he suddenly felt as if a powerful force and consciousness had been ingested.

It's Naozu.

The cold, mighty force swept through his body like a tidal wave, piercing his heart, making it difficult for him to breathe, and his blood trembled.

Xue Huan didn't want to resist this force, but he suddenly found that this force was trying to manipulate his mind while entering or invading his body. Xue Huan felt his consciousness being eaten away little by little, but he did not choose to give up, but fought against Nao Aozu's thoughts and strength.

It turned out that all this, everything that Nao Zu had carefully planned, in the end, was just to find a living body for his soul.

After understanding this, Xue Huan tried his best to fight, but it didn't take long for the power from Nao Aozu to suddenly soften, encompassing and fusing between his bloodlines and bones.

In this way, Xue Huan could not continue to fight, this may be a delaying tactic made by Nao Aozu in order to invade his body, but this fusion of power is obviously something that Xue Huan instinctively cannot resist.

The power around the Ice Throne surged again, the cold ice under Xue Huan's feet was faintly resounding, the wind was howling, the lightning was shuttling, the frost sorrow was also wailing, and the long sound of the sword resounded through Northrend!

"This force..."

At the foot of the mountain, Treed made his hand into an umbrella shape, looked at the peak, and said with trembling lips: "I have never seen this power before!"

A torrent of power surged and tumbled at the top of the Frozen Throne, black and white lightning spilled around Xue Huan, and the violent and massive coercion poured down in the sky, causing the undead warriors on the ice field to roar in excitement.

He no longer felt hesitation, sorrow, pain, and joy, as if he were the only one left in heaven and earth.

The dome of the Frozen Throne was still crumbling and collapsing, and after a long time, Xue Huan, who was standing on the top of the peak, finally moved, and his eyes as bright as stars slowly opened.

At the same time, his pale and withered lips opened lightly, and the words of judgment resounded like the end of the world.

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