The small town named "Khainim" is roughly equivalent to St. Petersburg at the mouth of the Neva River in northwestern Russia, and is also a transportation hub and economic center with a radius of 100 miles of commerce. After the cold winter season at the end of the year, caravans of civilians from all over the village of Reading will spontaneously come here to communicate with each other.

Of course, this refers to the human prosperity of the past, which has long since been reduced to a bustle of the dead.

The thick wooden battlements on the outskirts of the town to defend against wild beasts have been dismantled and replaced with high, purple-black towers in artistic relief. These floating creatures three feet above the ground have jagged hooks and horns, and countless intricate rune lines are carved on them, emitting a chilling glimmer that permeates people at all times.

Dozens of natural disaster psychic towers floated in front of the town like a ring, forming a dense network of artillery fire at the forefront. In the town behind these psionic forts, most of the wooden and stone houses have been razed to the ground, and various evil buildings such as the "Temple of the Damned" and "Slaughterhouse" that originally existed only in a famous game take up a lot of space.

Further in front of this silent ghost town, in the center of the plain, there is an endless white battlefield.

A battlefield between the living and the dead.

From a distance, it looks like a white lotus with bones hundreds of meters long and blooming brilliantly, and the snow-colored petals of the four blooms come out, overflowing wisps of bright red streams from time to time, seeping into the ground.

In the nearby landscape, thousands of white bones spread out a large white curtain on the earth, surging forward like a pure white tide, but one of the clusters of silver shimmer did not fall like a real reef, washing away the miserable white tide surrounded by skeletons again and again.

Resisting the attack of the dead like a reef was a phalanx of soldiers gathered in groups. These humans, with different hair colors, eyes, and European faces, are all infantry formations. Carrying a square inverted triangular shield about half a meter wide, holding a single long sword of fine iron, and a thick set of iron plate armor, he stood against each other with his back, forming a line of defense called the steel torrent.

Compared to the scattered and crowded skeleton necromancers, these battle-hardened living were undoubtedly much more orderly, and the soldiers were only lined up in a typical phalanx of twelve, moving each other to support each other, and they could easily remove most of the impact of the sea of bones in front of them. And the white bone knife spawned by the skeleton soldier slashed at the fine Kai armor, as long as it was not unlucky enough to cut into the connection gap of the plate armor, it would often only make a crisp sound of "ooh", leaving a shallow scratch.

Despite this, there were still terrible screams and muffled sounds of falling to the ground from time to time in the crowd. It turned out that in the curtain of large skulls, there were gray-brown ghouls, these agile living corpses were the real lethality of the Scourge side, and with the cover of gathering friendly forces, they were unprepared to jump and sneak attack. Compared to the almost harmless skeletons, their claws can often bring out large soaks of blood with a single blow, and even if they are killed by their comrades immediately after the attack, even if it is a one-to-one loss, it is still an unbearable price for the crusaders who cannot replenish the expedition across the sea.

But the most headache is that even if these soldiers gritted their teeth and slashed the skeleton a moment ago, the town close to the natural disaster side would immediately wave a black light, and the gray tone would cover the white bones piled up on the ground, and in the blink of an eye, the broken bones would be regrouped into faint skeletons, and they would be clustered up again with the bloodthirsty instinct of the dead, causing a new round of numerical suppression. Under this endless repetition and consumption, even these senior soldiers whose hearts were as cold as iron couldn't help but be shaken by the blow, and their hearts were desolate.

That's exactly what the necromancer under the Psychic Tower does. These living people who have taken refuge in the Scourge Legion specialize in the resurrection of the dead and the spell of indulgence for the battlefield, and their one-on-one strength may not be worth mentioning, but their role in local wars is irreplaceable. Especially with the constant replenishment of magic power from the psychic tower behind him, it can not only endlessly resurrect skeleton soldiers as cannon fodder, but also cast the curse plague of the range to weaken the enemy. Under the long-term dissipation, even if the living army on the opposite side is obviously stronger, it can only be exhausted and exhausted, and fall into difficult attrition.

It's not that no one has the idea of taking a salary from the bottom of the kettle to directly assassinate those spellcasters. In fact, in the past few days, several stalkers in the army who are proficient in concealment techniques have tried to get closer, but as soon as they stepped into the clearing, they were covered by the cold light that shot out from seven or eight psychic towers and turned into frozen corpses. With these bloody cases in the past, the Northern Expeditionary Army had to give up this idea.

What they didn't know was that the human traitors who made them want to eat their flesh and blood weren't having a good time.

Under the psychic tower, more than 20 necromancers in black robes were scattered, waving the staff in their hands from time to time to release them remotely. On their side, there stood a bald fat man who was four meters tall and weighed hundreds of pounds, looking like a sumo wrestler, and this undead sewing corpse monster called "Abomination" stood aside as a bodyguard for the ranged troops.

On the more remote side, rows of orderly skeleton archers stood in groups, and clusters of dark blue sparks ignited from time to time on the arrows of white bones, projecting into the repeated military formations, stirring up ripples belonging to the dead.

"It's not so much a bodyguard, but a prison guard to prevent escape......" In a lonely corner of the spellcaster, Rorschach, who was also wrapped in a hooded purple mask and black robe, covering himself so that only a pair of eyes was exposed, sighed quietly.

Away he was mistaken for a name Schiller. Cohen's necromancer has been captured and the Scourge garrison has been recharged, and it's already the third day.

These days, the identity that scared him didn't happen, because the dozen or so colleagues who had also been summoned seemed to be indifferent to each other, or couldn't care too much, and they would be forcibly sent back to the arranged hut every day to recuperate, except for spell casting, and there was no time to do any gatherings. And as the abomination of the watchman, it is simply whether there is a brain or not is two words, and naturally it is impossible to judge that someone is cutting corners by external performance, Rorschach relies on the spell that comes with the staff, and occasionally releases the most basic skeleton resurrection pretend, and under the contemptuous eyes of the mage colleagues around him, he is actually barely confused.

"What's the matter...... I obviously came to join the righteous army in Arthas, followed him and hugged my thighs, slaughtering the undead along the way, and then fought to the end, he went to find Frost Grief himself, and I took the opportunity to sneak away, and the mission was naturally completed. How did you fall into such a situation all of a sudden......" Rorschach hadn't complained like this more than once, unlike the fanatical believers around him who firmly believed in the victory of the Lich King, he was not fooled by the apparent victory of the disaster today.

It is true that not to mention the glacial ice canopy, which is known as the base camp of the natural disaster thousands of miles away, after years of operation and development of the Lich King, there are tens of thousands of scattered undead wandering in this wilderness area alone, and a little organization can easily set off an army of zombies that drown the prince's thousands of troops. But as part of the elaborate conspiracy of the world's great villain, the Lich King, in order to cultivate the extreme psychology of Arthas falling from the clouds to hell, no matter how exaggerated the force is, it is just warm water used to boil frogs.

In fact, this is the main story line of the original story, Prince Arthas, who fell from light to darkness.

After cleaning up the plague of Lordaeron, the prince of Arthas, after obtaining information that the black hand was hiding in Northrend in the battle with the demons, resolutely led the whole army to the north to take revenge. However, when he crossed the river and sea to reach Northrend, he was surprised to find that the Scourge had a strong army in the Arctic, and it was equal to the forces he had brought with him. Just when he decided to fight to the death, he "unexpectedly" encountered a swordsmanship instructor who also came to the North Pole for archaeology - Muradin, the king of the hills. Copperbeard, with the addition of the troops led by the Dwarven King, the two converging teams were able to successfully conquer the undead base led by the Lich.

According to the general traditional magic story, at this point, it should be a happy ending of "the prince finally completed his revenge across the sea after unremitting efforts", but unfortunately in the plot of Azeroth, which is realistic and almost cruel, it can only be ......

After unremitting efforts, the prince finally ushered in the dead end of his own brewing.

It turned out that what they had mistaken for the Lich King's base was actually just the Scourge Legion's outpost in the Howling Windsfjord, not even a tenth of the Lich King's entire force. The actions of the Alsace Northern Expeditionary Army, on the contrary, were like stabbing a hornet's nest, and they were drowned by the endless sea of necromancy, and when he finally broke through with the last remnants of the army, he had to face a succession of thousands of miles of pursuit. At this point, Arthas was cornered, and had to fall into the final trap of the Lich King, leaving behind the remnants of his loyal army, and traveling alone in search of the legendary Excalibur that could restrain all the undead, Frost Sorrow......

As the saying goes, "if you want to use its advantages, you must first thwart its edge", in such a conspiracy of one ring after another, Arthas will only face a deeper frustration with every step of resistance, and his mind is also pushed to the brink of collapse. So much so that when the last of the time-honored Prince Lordaeron stood alone on the ice field, looking back on the past, only to find that he had already betrayed his relatives and could not save even the soldiers who trusted him the most, he finally let out a desperate cry of "willing to bear all the curses", pulled out the magic sword in the ice cave, and completed the last step of the dark ritual, from pride to madness, and completely became a death knight under the command of the Lich King.

And the time period in which Rorschach intervened was on the eve of the fall of Arthas.

In other words, if there is no accident, the undead market town of Henim, where Rorschach is located, is the undead base conquered by the Alsace Northern Expeditionary Army in the early stage of the WAR3 plot in the plot, in other words, no matter how things develop, all the natural disaster soldiers in the entire town are already destined to become the victims of the plan.

"I had to figure out a way...... Even if you can't join the prince's side, you must leave the broken ship that is about to rot. Just when Rorschach was having a headache about his situation, he suddenly felt a light in front of him, as if a blazing light suddenly lit up in the dark night, and the stalemate battle situation took a new change.

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（ps：

It seems that some people complain about not knowing the plot of "The Frozen Throne", and in order to prevent readers from having difficulty reading, it is mentioned here a little roughly,

I'll upload a detailed story about the work later.

I won't make such mistakes in the future, and when backgrounds like "Inuyasha", "Harry Potter", "Journey to the West", and "X-Men" appear later, I will vote for everyone to choose.

By the way, I would like to collect and recommend. ）