The wind in Northrend is as sharp as a knife, and the cold is its blade.

The wind blew across the earth, the wind blew through the taiga, bringing depression and snow with it, taking away life and hope.

This was never the place where humans were supposed to be, even though it was where our ancestors began.

It's been a long, long time since I've left that beach, and I haven't set foot in the wilderness of the dragon's fall since the end of the war, and I don't want to walk the seemingly endless path that I don't know what kind of man or god built that in this permafrost.

And yet now I'm going to walk through there again, north, all the way north.

I'm going to meet my old friend, the Grand Duke with the Helm of Domination, the new Lich King on the Ice Throne on the Ice Crown Glacier that reaches into the sky.

The only thing that can survive in this wilderness is the beast, no matter what kind of animal it is, the kind of vulture that tries to swallow as long as it is an animal carcass. Their hairless heads can withstand the low temperatures that can freeze and crack swords. Scold...... One has to admire the miracle of the Creator.

In addition to these living, there are also dead.

The Lich King is the master of this vast continent, ruling over at least half of the land, especially those sealed by ice.

He who lives does not belong to him, but he who lives has his own will. But as long as it dies, it will sit up from its bed and crawl out of its coffin one night or at some time during the day, unless it is quickly destroyed and his body returned to dust.

At this time he is not him, he just becomes it, and it belongs to ...... forever The Lich King.

This is true in the distant Howling Fjord, in the bore-winding tundra high above the clouds, in the humid Grizzly Bear Hills or in the warm Soracha Basin.

When sapient humanoids die, the best way for them to die is to destroy their bodies. Of course...... It's just in our eyes, in the eyes of humanity.

But in the eyes of the local Viku, being a warrior of the Lich King is their greatest honor. At that time they thought they had two or three or more lives, and death was ...... for them It's just a way to start over.

And the first death for them not only means honor, but also means that he will be more fearless, more courageous, with stronger defense and greater strength. At this time, there is no pain and no mercy, and they can fully unleash their killing nature.

This militant, savage, vulgar, violent, vicious race has shown no repentance even after the Lich King has been defeated. And when humanity completely withdrew from Northrend, the group of guys became even more aggressive.

Of course, now that they have their own faith and magic, they have completely abandoned the Lich King, and they despise the new Lich King even more. There was even a time when some guys who were not afraid of death actually challenged the lord of the land.

As a result, of course, those people got their wish to join the Lich King's command and became walking dead who had lost their brains and minds.

They have been expanding their sphere of influence, and at one point they even visited that forgotten beach, and the results can be imagined. They left behind some of those who didn't have time to escape, and the lucky ones fled in great disarray. They have never been seen in the wasteland since.

It's been half a month since I left my warm little home, but I still haven't left this wasteland. It's not that this wasteland is so big that it can walk for half a month, but it's a thousand ravines that have been ravaged by Nirub spider people and dragons. It often takes more than half a day to get around a ravine, and the most dangerous are the crevasses covered in ice and snow.

Believe me, those cracks are cannibalistic. Because the spider-people below love fresh flesh.

Yes...... I almost forgot that I found ...... when I was passing through Resentment Still alive...... Forsaken.

These guys are also dead people, but they are dead people with minds and independent wills. It is the living dead who have escaped the Lich King's control.

I found traces of that guy, traces of his life, but I didn't bother him. It doesn't matter if this guy is forgotten here, or left out here, or ...... Deliberately stayed here, this guy's vitality is quite tenacious.

The living dead, in this land where almost everything can be frozen, will be quickly frozen into ice just like those corpses if they don't have enough willpower to support their energy.

The town of Resentment is backed by the mountains, and to the north of the mountains once our camp and fortress were. I don't want to go back and see what it's like there, I don't want to remember those memories, even though I keep reminiscing along the way.

Just like the ones I said earlier.

I deliberately avoided the mountains, bypassing the town of Resentment and past the dragon's temple.

Dragons still hovering there, huh...... During the day. Of course, at night, there will also be dragons who don't know what kind of wind to smoke and sweep across the dark night sky.

That's right, pitch black.

There is no moon here, this land is really an abandoned land, and even the moon is not willing to sprinkle its light here.

When night fell, there were only a pitiful few stars in the black silk canopy.

That's enough, at least discern the direction.

There were more corpses outside the dragon temple than anywhere, and it was a bit of an exaggeration to describe it as white bones everywhere, but there were really a lot of bones on the ground that had been eaten by vultures and beasts, and I don't know what they were.

There will also be particularly huge bones. The ones I know, there are mammoths, there are bison, and ...... Dragon's.

This trip was of my own volition. Where am I going? Yes...... I'm going to Icecrown, to find my old friend there.

I didn't want to pay attention to him, never will, but ever since I saw Brigitte's ghost, I've been haunted by that crying little girl.

What is the relationship between the two?

Ha...... The relationship is that I promised to save her life.

From the day I met her, I started to visit her every once in a while, not because I had any thoughts about her, but because I could communicate with her...... The Dead Soul has made me a lot more normal.

I'm starting to get less like talking to myself.

She had been the Supreme Commander of the Scarlet Crusaders, and she had a straight face that could keep a group of big men out of breath. She's heroic, fearless, and decisive, and if it weren't for the bulge on her chest, you could have taken him as a brother. But only if she doesn't hate you.

And now she has abandoned all the majesty of the past, all the shelves, all the face. She would tell me what was on her mind, and she would tell me about her past.

When there are crusader ghosts who want to eavesdrop on her story, I will immediately chase them away.

The group of revenants must have done nothing out of the ordinary to Bridget, and she certainly couldn't detect where they were.

Eventually, Bridget spoke her mind. She wanted to get out of here, or die.

I respect her choice, but I don't want to take the last bit of her soul with my own hands. She cursed me for this and tried to provoke me, but I had time, so I snubbed her for a long time.

When I reappeared in her castle, she pretended to be angry, which really made me feel a little uncomfortable.

Eventually, I agreed to her plea, but I didn't know if it would work, so I had to try.

Brigitte cried like a real girl before I left, and although she didn't ask, I knew her eyes were full of anticipation and uncertainty.

She had fought on this land, she knew how dangerous it was, and she hoped that I would free her, but she was not sure if I could.

So I embarked on this journey.

Actually, there is another reason......

I wonder what really happened after I was engulfed in flames in Katrana's house!