Arthas wiped his forehead, and the warrior let go of his uneasiness and turned to his men who had followed him to the shore, ghouls, ghosts, shades, abominations, and necromancers shouted, "We need to move quickly." The Lich King's side is under threat. We must hurry to Icecrown Fortress!"

"Your Excellency!" a necromancer cried out as he pointed his finger into the distance. Arthas spun around, pulling out the sorrow of frost.

Through the curtain of snow, he saw some black shadows floating in the air. When they approached, Arthas recognized the creatures and the identity of their owner, Richard. He was amazed to see why Richard's props were here, and could it be that it wasn't the demons who attacked Icecrown but them?

The humanoid figures got closer and closer, and Arthas held up Frostmourn in front of him. Through the brainwaves of the Lich King, he already knew that there was a prop called the Self-Detonating Clay Man, and he was also informed of the attack methods of these guys. It has to be said that their attack method is very novel, which gives Arthas a new idea, and the undead also have self-explosion sacrifices, and self-detonation clay people can make the plague corpses thrown by the meat grinder have more tricks.

It's just that now is not the time to think about this, there are too many self-exploding clay figures, and vaguely these figures are still carrying weapons, Arthas realizes that he is likely facing an army that has been in ambush for a long time. Did they just come for him? He was suddenly a little annoyed, and if he had finally made a name for himself in the Eastern Kingdom, would anyone want to wreak havoc on his future? In spite of his physical and mental exhaustion, he shouted angrily, "Northrend is a land of natural calamity, Richard, and you will soon be one of them!

However, Richard didn't come here, so he couldn't hear Arthas, and in response to Arthas were more self-detonating mud figures, some on foot and some in the air, and they appeared together. Some of the self-exploding mud figures with crossbows in their hands fired them at the sight of the undead, and the rain of arrows rained down from the sky and fell on the charging undead as dense as snowflakes. However, most of the undead did not fall, as long as they did not hit the vital point, and the piercing of the arrow had no effect on them.

Alsace rode his horse and charged, and the rain of arrows was equally indifferent to the invincibility of the tame mounts. Frostmourn was hungry and thirsty, as if it wanted to draw energy from every living and shining soul it devoured, and Arthas was no different, even though the self-exploding clay people had no soul, but he still longed to stab their bodies with frost sorrow. Amid the clamor of battle, he heard a voice coming from the hill ahead, as low and cold as Northrend itself.

"For the sake of the natural disaster, go forward! Kill them in the name of Nai Ozu!"

Even though he had seen so much, and despite all that he had experienced, Arthas felt that the icy sound had made him break out in a cold sweat. He glanced up quickly, his eyes widening at what he saw.

Nerub people! Countless Nirub Spider Men. Of course, this is not surprising, this is their homeland. When they swarmed down, his heart lifted. Through the wind and snow, he could make out their appearances, the spider-like creatures that swooped down on their prey with that familiar, unsettling brisk pace, spewing out their webs and covering them, the self-detonating clay figures could only choose to self-detonate, and the long-range self-detonation had no effect other than turning into fireworks.

Arthas had to praise Richard's masterpiece, the clay figurines were both offensive and entertaining. A moment later Arthas stood in the midst of a sea of fragments of various colors, and he lifted.+

Having started to see new soldiers crawling out of the pile of corpses, Arthas pursed his lips and glanced at the Nirub again, his gaze falling on their leader.

It is much larger than its subordinates, standing tall among them. It walked effortlessly across the snow towards Alsace, with unhurried and precise steps, with the air of a king. Arthas tried to find some familiar traits in this incredible xenomorph, which to human eyes looked like a hybrid of his spider-like Nirub and beetles. Arthas found himself unconsciously taking a step back, forcing himself to stand still, waiting for Anubaraq to come forward.

It walked all the way to Arthas, then leaned closer, staring down at him with its terrifying compound eyes. His allies.

Arthas forced himself to speak calmly, "Thank you for your assistance, Strong. ”

The monster moved its head and clicked open its jaw to speak, and its low, cold voice still disturbed Arthas, "The Lich King has sent me to your aid, Death Knight. I am Anubarak, the ancient king of Eldraine Nirub. Where's the other one?"

"Another one?"

"Kel'thugad. Anubarak continued in that sigh-like hissing voice, and it lowered its body and stared at Arthas with compound eyes. "I know him. The first time he came to serve the Lich King, I greeted him, just as I do now to meet you. ”

Arthas wondered if Kel'thugad had been as uneasy as he had when he first saw the undead king of the ancient insect race. There was no doubt about it, he said to himself, and there was no doubt that anyone would be upset.

"Your people joined our army when we attacked Quel'Thalas, and they came just in time. Arthas said, glancing at the dead self-detonating clay figures. He was glad that the "people" of Anubarak were on his side with him.

"Now I also welcome your assistance. But we don't have time to laugh. Since the Lich King has sent you, you must know that he is in danger, and we must rush to Icecrown Fortress at once. ”

"You're right. Anubarak hummed, tilting its horrible head and swinging its two front legs. "I will gather the rest of my people, and then we will set off together to protect the master. ”

The behemoth marched haughtily to summon its loyal subjects, who hurried in response. Arthas suppressed the shiver in his heart and nudged at one of the undead elves beside him who had been following him from Quel'Thalas. Its limbs had fallen off, too badly damaged to be usable, and Arthas looked enviously at Anubarak, whose people were so powerful. After thinking about it again, the strong still turned into an undead like him, and the world will eventually belong to a natural disaster.