Xue Huan didn't know what time it was, he only knew that the snow was flying in the sky and crying, but his heart sank like water.

The ice around the Frozen Throne had collapsed by the time he opened his eyes, leaving him alone at the top of the Ice Throne, Frost Sorrow in his hand, sword pointing downward, touching the icy ground.

He needs time now.

After killing Nao Zu, the power that originally belonged to Nao Zu belonged to him, and this power, as strong as him, also needs time to digest, and this is a long process, a process of regaining strength, and a process of regaining oneself!

In his slumber, he saw more!

For him now, the whole of Azeroth is no longer a layer of mist, but like his toy, which can be glimpsed at a glance.

A human army with a blue lion banner and a tribal army riding a howling wolf are fighting together, fighting the undead scourge together.

The scene suddenly shifted, the distant continent of Kalimdor, where he had been, where Akmund had prepared to pacify with his will to die, and now Kalimdor had become the domain of minotaurs, trolls, orcs, and night elves, fighting side by side to clear Tikdios of the remnants of the army of death.

The glorious Phoenix Dynasty is now in its infancy, and the scars of death left by him and his army when they swept through Quel'Salas are still there, but the remnants of the hateful Blood Elves are rebuilding their homes under the command of their new leader.

And then there's his most loyal of all, the Great Lich Kel'thugad, who is at the Psychic Academy, promoting his death dogma and transforming those ignorant mortals into dark believers.

The sea was not calm, the dark tide was surging beneath the surface, the lightning was thundering, the waves were rolling violently in the storm, and he could faintly hear some kind of terrible laughter, which was the unbridled arrogance of the giant monsters lurking at the bottom of the sea.

In the dark forest, in the quiet castle, the grotesque and terrifying scenes danced wildly in Xue Huan's mind, and those humans flashed through his mind, and when he wanted to see clearly, they disappeared. Just under that glimpse - fangs, claws, manes, murderous gauntlets, red eyes?

It's a wolf... Or people?

He couldn't tell the difference.

However, there was one thing he knew all too well—Frost Sorrow.

The magic sword that had guided his destiny appeared in front of him, it hovered in the air, flying towards another sword, that sword was still fresh in his memory, extremely powerful, it was the exclusive saber of Arthas before, but it was a little different from the previous one.

The solar disc embedded in the blade of the Ember Bringer's sword was no longer filled with fiery and intense holy light, but turned into a fallen skeleton pattern of a yin owl, and the two swords struck each other in the air, bursting with a dizzying light.

The images kept flooding into his mind, chaotic, dazzling, and headache-ridden, and he couldn't tell whether they belonged to the past or the future!

Stop...

Xue Huan shook his head, blinked again, all the chaotic scenes disappeared, and another person appeared in front of him, this person was too familiar to him, even more familiar than Frost Sorrow.

"You're here. Xue Huan smiled.

His smile hadn't been so gentle in a long time, as if he had met a best friend.

"That's right, I'm here... After all, you can never escape me. ”

The man on the other side was pale and looked sickly, but he had delicate facial features and was wearing a costume that was incompatible with this continent.

Xue Huan looked at the other self in front of him, and his heart surged.

"I didn't run away from you. Xue Huan smiled, and he clearly heard his voice echoing like a dream.

"I am you, you are me, you have always been within me, resisting the invasion of death and ice. You are the last remnant of my humanity, representing kindness, optimism, cherishment, and compassion. I don't know why Frost Sorrow didn't wipe you out, but I couldn't banish you from my heart. ”

Xue Huan sighed, he knew what these residual emotions would bring him.

Xue Huan's eyes lit up in modern clothes, his pale lips trembled, he smiled at his other self, and then said: "That's right, I have always existed, since you picked up that magic sword, the softest part of your heart was abandoned by you, and you are no longer you after that." ”

"Look at those scenes, what have you done? You have blood on your hands, the dead are cursing you, the living are spitting on you, countless resentful spirits you have killed are eager to drag you to hell, and now you have become the enemy of the entire continent of Azeroth, is this what you want?"

Xue Huan was silent, and after a few seconds, he looked at his other self, and did not answer this question directly, but said slowly: "There is no way back, only to move on." ”

He looked at the other Xue Huan's expression from hope, to disappointment, and finally to despair.

He wanted to kill the self who held all his complex emotions and weaknesses, but there was another figure lingering in his mind.

Xue Huan waved his hand in annoyance, driving away the illusion.

It all started when the Frost Sorrow was pulled up, his soul was split in two, darkness reigned over his body for the time being, and goodness was sealed away.

The sleepiness hit again, Xue Huan only felt that his body was not under his control, and he fell asleep again.

Although his body is not controlled, his will can continue to command the army of the undead freely.

All of Northrend, nay, all of Azeroth was under his tutelage, and nothing was missing.

Xue Huan only felt that with the passage of time, the power of the entire ice field was converging towards this frozen throne, this power was thick and cold, and the more time passed, the stronger his power became.

He still needs time, more time to feel these powers.

His helmet, hand armor, body, and frost sorrow were gradually covered by frozen ice crystals, and the whole person was like an ice sculpture sitting on a throne, standing still, enjoying this power and loneliness alone!

Just like the inscription of the Frost Sorrow.

When the screaming blade cuts through the flesh...

Your soul will perish with it...

Instead...

but it is an eternal power...

With eternal loneliness...

The winds of the Frozen Throne are still raging, and the shadow of death and destruction will fall once again, starting in Northrend, and this frozen wasteland will once again be a source of fear for all.

Time will tell...

He, Xue Huan, will eventually reign in Azeroth in the name of the Lich King!