The Frozen Throne.

The Lich King sat silently on this icy throne, like a sculpture covered in ice.

Endless goose feather snow accompanied by howling cold winds fell on the platform at the top of the Icecrown Fortress, and the runes engraved on the Frost Sorrow sword still emitted an ice-blue light.

A small group of figures slowly walked up from the bottom floor, and then stopped on the opposite side of the platform, equally calmly facing the Lich King.

"Why? The light of self-proclaimed righteousness has finally come ... Shall I leave the sorrow of the frost and ask for your forgiveness, Fordin?"

Tirio took a step forward, the Ashbringer in his hand glowing with a scorching light.

"We're going to let you die a good death, Arthas. This is already the greatest mercy for you, who have committed many crimes. ”

The Lich King jerked to his feet, holding Frostmourn and stepping down the stairs in front of the Frozen Throne.

"Let me tell you for myself, when it is all over you will kneel and beg for my forgiveness, and I will reject you, and your wail of pain will be the best proof of my wild power!"

"I will keep you alive to witness this end, Fordin! this miserable world will be recast in my hands, and I don't want the mightiest warriors of the Light to miss it all. ”

"So... Come, warriors, unleash your wrath!"

Tirio took a deep breath and stared straight at the Lich King.

There was a roar, and the massive fortress of Naxxramas floated up from beneath the fortress.

At the top of the fortress, Sylvanas, the Queen of Darkness, stood.

Beside her, a little girl with a strong resentment was angry, staring at the Lich King below with bloody eyes.

At this moment, a burst of dragon roars resounded in the sky.

Malygos' obscured body emerged from the dark clouds.

Behind him, an overwhelming blue dragon burst out through the clouds and circled around the Frozen Throne.

"You're going to pay the price for everything you've done to me, Lich King!"

The ice-blue energy in Sindragosa's eyes flickered violently, and the Frost Dragon Queen was furious.

"So... Warriors, attack!"

On the platform, Tirio Ferdin's order to attack was finally given, and he immediately led the charge with the Ember Messenger aloft.

The current scene is a bit tragic.

The Lich King will face these countless powerhouses on his own.

Frost Grief collided with the Ash Brillegary, and the Death Ice and the Retributive Light caused violent energy fluctuations that separated the two once again.

The Lich King turned and swung his sword, fending off the "Dawn Dawn" slash in Princess Karia's hand, and raised his left hand again, a death coil forcing back the demon knife girl who wanted to rush up and slash herself.

"I... No more problems ... No more doubts!"

An icy arrow roared and struck the Lich King's left arm.

Gianna brandished her staff, looking at the Lich King with no trace of unbearability.

"You are the strongest warriors in Azeroth! All my obstacles have been broken by you, and my bravest servants have fallen to your relentless wrath and blade. ”

"Is it really the Light that drives you? I wonder ... You've trained them well, Fordin!"

The Lich King roared in rage, blasting the dwarven death knight named Oscar and his disgusting fat maggot into the air, and the dwarf screamed and fell to the edge of the platform, and the dust bringer in his hand fell to the side.

A mental scream echoed through the Lich King's mind, causing him to slow down in pain.

More than a dozen resentful ghost hands reached out from the ground, grabbing the Lich King's legs.

Pamela teleported behind the Lich King, a sharp claw of resentment roaring out, shattering a piece of armor from the Lich King's chest.

A shadow arrow infused with the power of dawn followed, piercing into the shattered place of the armor.

"The end of the world!"

Pain, long-lost pain.

This group of enemies besieging him has brought pain to himself that he has not seen for a long time.

The Lich King plunged Frostmourn into the ground, and a violent blast of energy spread out.

"The end of the world!"

The platform of the Frozen Throne trembled violently, and then the outermost circle of platforms shattered.

In the distant sky, a large number of vargris flew towards the platform, trying to help their master.

Elite undead emerge from the ground and roar towards their nearest enemy.

The Blue Dragon Legion immediately began casting spells, temporarily replacing the shattered perimeter of the platform with arcane energy, once again restoring the battlefield to its original size.

Sindragosa roared down from the sky, a deathly wind erupting from her mouth.

The Lich King, who had activated his Magic Absorption Shield, had just blocked the blow before he was struck by Malygos's dragon claws flowing with Origin Arcane energy.

The Lich King has fallen completely behind in the midst of the fight, and his death is imminent.

The Dark Lord Mograine dodged to the Lich King's side, and before he could withdraw his sword at Princess Kalia, he grabbed the Frost Sorrow blade, and the energy of death immediately made him extremely painful.

"Quick, Tirio!"

Tirio didn't hesitate and immediately seized the opportunity, holding the Ember Messenger and leaping high.

Subsequently...

Frost's sorrow shattered.

Under the most violent slash of the Ember Bringer, it shattered.

The energy in the sword body immediately exploded, and the violent air currents blasted all the people around them away.

"It can't be ... ”

Before the Lich King could finish speaking, Frostmourn, which had turned into a broken sword, jerked out of his grasp.

Countless souls poured out of the sword, spun rapidly, and surrounded the Lich King in the middle.

"It's over ... Finally... It's time for reckoning!"

The soul of the old king of Terenus stood aside and shouted in an echoing voice.

"I... No more problems ... No more doubts ... ”

The Lich King was swept into the air by countless souls, making a sound that bordered on a murmur.

Sylvanas nodded to one of the eldest sons of the gods beside him, "The fragments of that sword, collect them all, and don't leave any pieces behind!"

In the center of the platform, the fury of the spirits is constantly attacking the Lich King, as if to vent all the anger from their death to the present.

Eventually, the Lich King fell to the ground and could not get up again.

The spirits began to dissipate, leaving Terenus alone.

The final blow ... No one went up and did it.

"Pamela, go, no one will rob you, this is your moment of revenge. ”

A group of strong men surrounded the Lich King in the middle, and Queen Xi crouched down and touched Pamela's hair.

Pamela nodded, and then looked at the crowd around her, who were also looking at her.

"Go boy, the Lich King's crimes are countless, but you are the one he can't erase the most. ”

Tirio looked at Pamela and smiled kindly.

Pamela walked slowly up to the Lich King, her face calm.

"We were... I trust you so much that you can save us from the scourge of the dead. ”

"But ... You betrayed us all, and you can't give my mom and dad back to me. ”

A sharp ghostly hand of resentment pierced the Lich King's heart.

"So, you have to pay for your crimes, Your Highness Prince Arthas. ”

Pamela looked into the eyes under the Lich King's helmet, who also looked at the little girl who gave him the final blow.

Rolled over and fell to the ground, the ice-blue helmet clattering and rolling off.

Terenus's soul gently held Arthas's head.

"Everything ... Is it all over, father?"

"It's over, it's all over. ”

"Before my eyes ... There is only darkness ... ”

Arthas, who had briefly regained all his senses, looked at the crowd around him.

There are those who know, and there are those who don't.

But all this doesn't matter anymore, it's over.

In his father's arms, Arthas's eyes slowly closed.

The Lich King...

He's dead.

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