Arthas didn't know how long he had been walking behind Anubrak, the underground tunnels were dark, and Arthas's concept of time was completely deprived here. He followed Anubrak's back for a long time, and finally when he saw the light, Arthas pounced, like a newborn baby blinking, Arthas now only had two thoughts in his heart, one was that he hoped that he could still be in time to protect the Lich King, and the other was that he was deeply grateful to leave that ghost place, and he never wanted to go back.

But it's clear that the ancient kingdom of Nirub was once a beautiful place. Alsace had imagined the place as a pile of wasteland pits, but instead it was a sight where the blue and purple frescoes were vivid and memorable, with intricate geometric patterns marking the different rooms and passages. These beauties are as beautiful as ever, but they are like a preserved rose – which, though still lovely, has long since lost its life. As they strolled along, a strange smell wafting through the air. Arthas couldn't make out the smell, and couldn't even find a similar one to explain it. The smell was spicy and rancid, but it wasn't unpleasant, at least for someone who was used to carrying a large crowd of rotting dead.

Perhaps the passage was a shortcut as Anubaraq had promised, but there was blood at every step. Not long after they entered, they were attacked. The attacker emerged from the darkness, and countless spider-like creatures rushed down with angry screams. Anubarak and his soldiers did not hesitate to meet them from the front. Arthas hesitated for a moment, and joined the battle with his army. The spacious cavern was filled with the screams of the Nirubs, the piercing roars of the undead, and the painful cries of the necromancers who had been attacked by the Nirubs with venom. Trapped in sticky and tough cobwebs, some ferocious zombies wait helplessly for the Nirubs to have their heads scaped off with their jaws or dagger-sharp front legs to cut open their abdomen and dig out their internal organs.

In battle, Arthas was largely ineffective, and Anubaraq descended like a nightmare, screaming a terrifying, hollow roar in his piercing native language, swooping down on his former subjects, bringing destruction to his former subjects. Its legs struck left and right, grabbing the unfortunate victims, its claws piercing their torsos and ripping off their limbs with its claws. For a while, screams were heard in the dull air, and even Arthas, who had long been accustomed to it, couldn't help but be moved, and swallowed a mouthful of saliva that didn't exist.

The encounter was fierce and crumbling, but the Nirub eventually retreated back into the shadows they had come. Several of them were left behind, and the unfortunate spider-like creatures twitched violently on their eight long legs until they finally curled up to death.

"What the hell is going on with all this?" Arthas gasped, turning to Anubrak and asked, "These Nirubs are your kind. Why should they be against us?"

"In the Spider War against the Scourge, many of us were killed in battle and resurrected to serve the Lich King. Anubarak pointed to himself and then to the pile of corpses in front of him, "But these warriors have survived and continued to fight stupidly until now, trying to liberate Nilubu from the hands of the natural disaster." ”

Arthas looked down at the dead Nirub. "Stupid indeed. They fought hard in life, but when they die, they can only bow down to their orders. ”

Anubarak glanced at him, said no more, and continued to bow his head and lead Arthas forward.

And so he finally returned to the dim sunlight of the world above him, gulping down the cold, fresh air. His army had grown, and the creatures who had just died were now completely at his command. Arthas pulled Invincible to a halt. He trembled so hard that he wanted to sit down and take a few breaths of fresh air, but the rotting stench of his army quickly turned the air stench.

At this time, Anubrak walked past him, paused and looked at him mercilessly, "There is no time to rest, Death Knight. The Lich King needs us. We must go and serve. ”

Arthas glanced quickly at the Crypt Lord. There was something vague about it in its voice...... Resentment? Could Anubarak's allegiance only be because it had to do so? If it had the chance, would it turn against the Lich King? More importantly, would it be against Arthas? The Lich King's power was waning—and so was Arthas. If they're too weak...... Arthas didn't dare to continue thinking about it, he looked at the Crypt Lord's distant back, took a deep breath, and followed.

Arthas felt bored, for in the thick snow they still had to walk against the strong wind, continuing their journey for an unknown amount of time. Besides, he was so weak now, and the closer he got to Icecrown, the worse it became, and for a moment he was almost unconscious on horseback. Then, when he was about to fall, he suddenly woke up, and was horrified by this, forcing himself to persevere. He can't be shaken, at least not yet.

They managed to reach the top of a mountain, and Alsace finally saw the glaciers in the valley and the army that awaited him. Seeing such an army come together to fight for him and the Lich King lifted Arthas's heart. Anubarak left behind many warriors, and now they are all gathered here, silently ready to fight. Far below, close to the glacier, more figures rolled in. Although they were too far away to see clearly, Arthas knew who they were. He held his breath and shifted his gaze upward.

The Lich King is here, buried deep in the glacier, and imprisoned in his prison as Arthas saw in the sight. A Nirub ran towards Anubaraq and Arthas, giving a brief report, and Arthas listened nonchalantly.

"You have come at the right time. The self-exploding mudmen have captured positions at the base of the glacier, and they ......"

"Ahh Now that he was so close to the Lich King, the pain he could feel from that powerful being was a hundredfold greater.

"Arthas, my warrior. You're finally here. ”

"The hosts. Arthas replied in a low voice, his eyes tightly closed, his fingers pressed his temples, which would ease his pain, "Yes, here I am, master. I'm right here. ”

"There's a rift in my prison, the Frozen Throne, from which my power is draining. The Lich King continued, "That's why your power is weakened. Come and save me, and defeat those invaders!"