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His heart was completely occupied by hatred, and he now had only one event on his mind, the Dreadlord Marganis, to avenge the souls of the fallen souls of the kingdom of Lordaeron.

He needs strength, and he craves great power.

The biting cold winds of Northrend are nothing to fear, and the terrifying creatures of the vast snowy fields are unstoppable.

For some reason, Arthas grew stronger and stronger, wielding a huge hammer to take the lead, and the terrible undead and the huge snow beasts seemed like paper paste in front of him.

Ling Zifeng and the others just watched as the prince knocked down these terrifying enemies of Northrend one by one as if they were devastated.

"I'm Nima, this is just a hanging!"

Ling Zifeng couldn't help but scold.

Just now he watched more than a dozen abominations, being knocked down by Arthas alone, these terrifying undead creatures were simply vulnerable in front of the prince.

The group followed the prince faster and faster, and according to Muradin, it was already very close to the portal, but the closer they got to this side, the more undead they encountered.

Gradually, the "open" Alsace also felt a little powerless.

In the face of such a large number of undead, even if he was angry, his physical strength and physical energy began to be gradually depleted, and because of this, Arthas's thirst for power became more and more serious.

Ling Zifeng was secretly worried, he had already seen a trace of madness in the prince's eyes, but he was afraid that it would not be long before their situation would become extremely dangerous.

"We are on a suicidal path!"

Su Cheng also frowned, he knew that the plot was developing, once the prince picked up the frost sorrow, no one would recognize it, what should they do then?

Run? Where to run?

"Well, if you think it's dangerous, go ahead and leave, I don't blame you."

Ling Zifeng sighed, for the current situation, if it were him, it would be difficult to guarantee that he would not be worried.

"Nope! We won't leave. ”

Su Cheng said firmly that since they had decided to join Ling Zifeng, they themselves would not be left alone.

Ya'er nodded slightly, expressing her approval, and in the face of such a strange task, everyone's hearts began to have a bad premonition.

"It's okay, if it doesn't work, we'll knock him out."

Hermione's idea was more straightforward, directly knocking out Arthas and forcibly bringing it back to Lorena.

"That's it, let's follow the development of the plot first, everyone be vigilant and adapt!"

Ling Zifeng didn't think much about it, and he didn't have any better way to face such a strange task.

To put it bluntly, they are still a problem of insufficient strength, if they are strong enough, they don't need to worry about these, it seems that the tasks issued by the main god are indeed more and more difficult every time.

Ling Zifeng didn't plan to occupy the plane this time, after all, this world was too special, and the background history was outrageous.

According to his preliminary estimate, if he wants to occupy this plane, he will only have to come more than seven or eight times, and it is only a conservative estimate that this plane is too big.

Now think about how to complete the mission, and as for the [Final Occupation Mission], you can only forget about it first.

"Look, portal!"

Muradin's roar of surprise.

This time the march was too smooth, saving three times as much time as the last time he came, and the reason was the addition of Ling Zifeng and others, and of course, the most important thing was that Alsace had already "opened".

"Let's go!"

Arthas didn't hesitate, he only had the magic sword in his eyes now, and everything else was long gone.

This is a huge blue portal, it stands under a hill, it is afraid of five or six meters high, and a cold breath gushes out from the other end of the door, as if it is a large ice cave inside.

If Ling Zifeng hadn't been mentally prepared, he would definitely feel that there was an oversized refrigerator in front of him.

Coming to this legendary place, Ling Zifeng suddenly had a ridiculous idea in his heart, Frost Sorrow was a magic sword, it was somewhat similar to the Supreme Demon Ring in the Demon Ring.

They are all instruments under powerful biological control.

It's just that one is called "Sauron" and the other is called "Naozu".

I remember that in "Infinite Terror", the protagonist brought the Lord of the Rings into the main god space and destroyed the soul mark of the dark king Sauron.

Because creatures that don't have a team member's watch can't enter the main god's space, they will be directly wiped out by the main god.

"Say, can we ...... the sorrow of the frost?"

Ling Zifeng looked at Hermione and asked hopefully, after all, this rune sword was not ordinary, its powerful own attribute of absorbing soul was just right for them who were struggling on the edge of life and death.

"It should ...... Yes, but the main soul of Nao Zu is in the Lich King's helmet, and this sword alone may be much less effective, unless you bring the Lich King's helmet to the main god space with the sword. ”

Hermione waved her hand indifferently, she wasn't very interested in these things.

Ling Zifeng was different, hearing Hermione say this, he immediately began to think in his heart: "I lack a set of armor now, as long as I get this equipment of the Lich King, hehehe......"

He followed the team into the portal, and as soon as he entered, he saw a huge cavern, and a cold breath came to the surface, which was colder than the snowfield outside.

Even Ling Zifeng felt a little like he couldn't bear it.

His physical fitness is quite good now, and he has been releasing the "Thermostat Charm", but despite this, the biting cold wind here still makes him shiver.

"I'm Nima, this hellish place is an ice cellar"

Ling Zifeng was scolded coldly.

Everyone went all the way forward, deep into the bottom of the cave, which was so cold that it seemed that even a sigh of breath would instantly condense into ice.

"My beard!"

Muradin looked helplessly at his beard and saw that his brown-red beard had already turned snow-white.

The dwarves may not be tall, but they are a strong race, especially the leader of the dwarves, whose lungs are much higher than the average human.

So, his heavy breathing froze his beard.

"We have to speed up, or we'll freeze to death before we find the sword!"

Muradin patted the ice cubes on his beard and said solemnly.

Indeed, if they can't find Frost Sorrow again, it won't be long before they will be transformed into a humanoid "Frost Sorrow".

"Look, what's that!"

Just when everyone couldn't stand the cold, Prince Arthas was the first to cry out.

He pointed to a large lump of ice not far away, and there was a long strip of something looming in it, looking like a purple sword.

Frost Sorrow!

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