Coming out with those Dreadlords, Rocky sneered. He felt a little ridiculous about the behavior of the Dreadlords, a bunch of arrogant guys, and soon they would see who was the master.

"Lord Richard, I've already met with them, yes, they're interested in my proposal, and now they don't want to leave here at all, so I'll just wait here. ”

Rocky turned off the walkie-talkie and returned to his tent in the south, quietly waiting for Richard to attack Icecrown.

Half a day later, Richard was standing at the top of the Shadow Dome in the northernmost part of Icecrown, almost in a straight line with Icecrown. Beneath the Shadow Dome is now full of self-exploding clay men and undead fighting, and the sky has been cleared, and the few frostbone dragons have been wiped out by Onexia, and the gargoyles can't fly here at all, so there are no creatures that can interfere with Richard's attacks.

"What do you want! let go of me!" Medivan roared loudly in the Eyes of Sargeras, and he felt the shadow power there slowly creep up his body.

"Do you have any other choice now? Now you are a prisoner, you can only obey and honestly contribute your strength to me."

The shadow instantly wrapped Medivan's soul, continuously extracting this energy from it, Medivan screamed in pain, and with his screams, a slender cone of light pierced out directly, piercing the sky, piercing the fortress gate, and piercing the frozen throne through many obstacles without diminishing its strength, and making a big crack in the ice that wrapped the Lich King's soul.

In an instant, the undead who had integrated Icecrown Glacier fell to the ground with their heads covered and howled in pain, and the Lich King's injury caused their brains to react very strongly. The Lich King's injuries are not only the damage of the pillar of light, but also the damage of the power of the demons, although Medivan has been purified, but there is still the power of the demons on his soul, even the slightest will have a violent impression on the Lich King Naozu, he became the way he is today is all given by the demons, he was tortured by the demons to the point that he is not human, he can't survive and die, this is a terrifying memory that will be difficult to forget for a lifetime, and therefore a little bit of demonic power will make him tremble. Since every undead is connected to the Lich King, the pain of the Lich King can be felt by these undead spirits, no matter where you are.

This was the case with Rocky in the far Eastern Kingdoms, gasping for air, his eyes wide and his face contorted with pain. He lay on the ground, his fingers digging deep into the dirt, screaming incessantly.

"It's unbearable pain. The voice squeezed out from between Rocky's teeth, he was sweating profusely and didn't want to move at all now, the pain had been for nearly half an hour, and now it had finally eased a little, and he was about to die of pain.

"Who said it wasn't!" Wozrud, the other soul in Rocky's body, also howled, his voice changed in pain, "If we knew it hurt so much, we shouldn't have helped Richard!"

"Qi, even if we don't help him, he will attack the Lich King, you don't know, don't complain, we still have to work. ”

"Oh yes, we just got tortured like this, we have to work, and we're really miserable!"

"Hmph!" Rocky sat up again and touched his head, he no longer felt the Lich King's confinement, it seemed that the Lich King's injuries were not ordinary. If it wasn't for the necessity, Rocky really didn't want to go to those Dreadlords right now, but he knew that he himself was tortured, and the other undead would definitely be tortured, and this was his chance, his chance to be truly free

It didn't take long for Rocky to return to Lordaeron, the three Dreadlords were waiting for him, Desellock gave a look, and Varimassas walked straight past and looked at Rocky with a grin and said, " Just now I think you should have felt it, the power of the Lich King in your mind has disappeared, which means that the Lich King has been attacked, our leader has already started an attack on the Scourge, and before long, the Lich King will be dead, and by then, the undead will need a new master, and we can consider helping you become the new Lich King. ”

The Dreadlords didn't know who attacked the Lich King, but that didn't stop them from talking nonsense. But Rocky knew the cause and effect, and knew where their master was, somewhere between the routes of Northrend and Kalimdor. The choice to do it at this time also took into account Akmund's factors, and it was impossible for him to return halfway through the sea to take care of these pieces. That's right, they're pawns, and these Dreadlords are just consumables for the higher-level demons.

"You don't seem to have reacted to the current situation. Rocky shook his finger and continued, "The Lich King is indeed injured, and the Mark of the Lich King has indeed disappeared from our bodies. This means that all the undead are free, at least the undead in the Eastern Kingdoms are free, and we are free to build our own country without anyone's support or coercion. ”

Rocky was right, the undead of the Eastern Kingdoms were all freed from the Lich King's shackles, and the attacked Lich King had to concentrate on resisting the demonic power, and the Eastern Kingdom's chess pieces were all abandoned, while most of the chess pieces in Northrend, such as Anubrak, were still firmly controlled by the Lich King.

"Oh?" DeSelok looked at him with rolled eyes, "What, do you still want to rebel against us?"

"I've lived long enough as a slave, Dreadlord. It's just worth complaining about how a dead person uses the word "alive". It seems that the old habits are always hard to change: "I fought desperately to make myself more than a puppet or plaything of those bastards! Now I have a will, and my path is up to me." The Lich King is wounded, your legions will not care about you, you are just a pitiful and hopeless survivor, a dying race. I'm not going to cocoon myself and give my freedom to fools like you. ”

From the age of exile to the cautious life of the puppet age, and finally becoming the plaything of the undead, Rocky feels unfair about his fate, he has had enough of life under the fence, he wants freedom, real freedom!

Desailok didn't care about that, he only knew that they were offended, the Dreadlords: "Presumptuous, who gave you the confidence to dare to speak to us like this?"

"Naturally, it's me," Rocky snapped his fingers, and in an instant, a group of people rushed out, surrounding the Dreadlords.