This majestic Gate of Damnation is actually just the southern entrance to this icecrown fortress. The castle is so huge that there are no words to describe its greatness. I'm talking about the size of it.

I don't think even a dwarf can create a structure of this magnitude, Ironforge, Boulder Dam, Grimbaatar is not worth mentioning in front of it. Even the buildings of Blackstone Mountain are a younger brother in front of it.

There's no shortage of gigantic creatures in the land, but those things haven't evolved to the point where they can find something to cover their bodies, let alone build a structure of this size.

The two brothers, Muradin's Copperbeard and Brian Copperbeard, were the first dwarves to arrive, but they never came, and Muradin's body died on an ice field somewhere, and his body is still missing.

Brian Copperbeard was rather indifferent to his brother's death, as I heard. His ambition is not to kill, but to explore, to discover what interests him in all the corners of the world that he has not been.

Shortly after the end of the war, Brian left the land with his novelty discoveries, and I don't know if he ever returned, but I never saw him again.

This castle was probably built by the god of creation, because the rough architectural style and dress habits of the aborigines here could not have made such an atmospheric but delicate castle.

This is the second time I've walked through this door, the first time I didn't step through this door but came out of it, and this is the second time.

Since the Lich King was killed, it seems like the gate hasn't been closed since we left here. The wind blew the snowflakes into the gate, and I heard the wails lingering in my ears the moment I walked past the undead soldiers who sat dumbly on the steps.

I turned my head to look behind me, and the undead were still sitting there, just looking at me with their heads twisted, just like the crowd at the entrance of the village when you returned to your hometown.

After entering the door, there was a long hallway, the snow in the corridor was clean, and I felt that the color was a little abnormal, and I couldn't tell if it was white or a little blue.

There wasn't a single mark on the snow, and I was the first person to put footprints on it.

Walking through the hallway, which grew darker and brighter, I entered a large hall. It was colder inside the hall than outside, although there was no wind here. The height of this simple hall was so high that the faint blue flame from the brazier on the pillar could not fully illuminate the statue on the dome.

The blue flame danced gently, but the color made the flame feel cold anyway. I didn't hide the sound of my footsteps, I thought that my footsteps wouldn't be heard far in such a wide hall, at least there would be no echo, but I was wrong, the silence was so loud that the sound of my breathing broke the dead silence here.

Soon there was a constant grinding sound of armor in the shadows, and even the click of bones as they moved. I ignored the undead soldiers who had been asleep for I don't know how long they had been asleep and walked straight on.

I'm not worried about this group of grinding guys coming around, I probably already know about my arrival.

The voice in my ears kept on and on, as if crying, as if lamenting, and I couldn't hear what was being said in the faint voice, and I didn't want to hear it. If it weren't for the sound that could have been heard in my ears, I would have wanted to plug my ears on.

At the end of the hall, there were two passages leading up the stairs, and I walked slowly up the passage. I know it's huge, but this time I walked from here alone, and the more I walked, the more panicked I became.

I'm starting to wonder if I'm on the wrong track.

We humans can hardly go wrong in castles, not only because humans can't build buildings on a large scale, but also because humans don't make buildings that look exactly the same. Of course, it's darker here, too.

Since I entered here, I have no concept of time, it is as if I have walked into an infinite loop, constantly wandering.

That year we breached the walls of the fortress, re-attacking from the other side of the fortress after the defeat at the Battle of the Damned Gate, when it was still full of the living dead, and the Lich King mustered his last remaining army for a final stand.

At that time, the Lich King had no decent generals and troops to mobilize, and the castle was full of monsters except for madmen.

Ptrihid is the biggest madman in this castle.

He, along with a guy named North, and an extremely filthy man named Hilgai, were fuelled by the plague. It's just that North is still alive, although he has no heart. And this so-called professor named Ptrisheed didn't get himself an iron chin that would keep his tongue hanging so much until he died.

Maybe he thinks it's handsome and has a lot of personality.

He brought to life two strange things that were so ugly that he didn't know which master stitch made them that the word monster was not enough to describe them, and injected a lot of poison and venom into them.

Putting aside the harmfulness of his work, this guy makes things that are disgusting and have no beauty at all! It can be said how disgusting it is. His two pet dogs wore bows made of pink ribbons and jingling gold and silver ornaments.

I don't know if any soldier who is not afraid of death touched the coins on the dog's body, and wished him ...... Live a long and healthy life!

The two dogs were a little more normal, at least you could tell that they were two dogs. And I still remember the sight of the-like ooze monsters he created crawling all over his research institute. There are green and faint, there are gray ones, and there are black ones. The translucent objects wriggled from the ground and left a trail.

That's not just disgusting, it's simply perverted.

Even pigs know not to where they sleep!

After wandering around for some time, I finally found my way to the Institute of Professor Ptrisheid, whom I had been thinking about and cursing all the way, and of course I didn't really miss him, but ...... The place that leads to his institute also leads to the Icecrown Dome.

Just walk up from here to the Frozen Throne, and Bolval should still be sitting in that seat.

But this road is not easy to walk, the most important thing is that it is long! It's not only very long, but it's also very steep! The road resembles a winding mountain road, and the steps that have been exposed are covered with snow.

There are no handrails, just walking slowly up against the wall, and the snow on the steps of different heights covers the entire road into an entire slope. I glanced down and didn't dare to look down again.

I walked very carefully, using the long sword in my hand to test and slowly move up step by step.

I swear I'll never come to this bird place again, it's a place where birds don't, no...... A place where there are not even birds.

I couldn't count how many laps I had turned, and when I finally saw that I was about to reach the top, I suddenly regretted it!

I didn't dare to look down, but turned my head to look at the footprints behind me on the thick snow......

What the hell is this...... If you go back, you don't know how long you will go!

I've finally stepped onto this big platform, this Lich King's exclusive place. Interestingly, the snow in this place is not as thick as it is on the steps. But at this time, I really breathed a sigh of relief when I stood here, and my hanging heart also fell.

The statue-like Death Knight opened his eyes. This group of guys is also covered with snow, and they usually stand like this...... Standing motionless.

Perhaps out of duty, these guys who don't know how long they have been standing can finally move. I looked at the throne high in the distance, where the swarthy Lich King sat leaning over.

I wanted to call him, but it was a bit far away, and I just reached out and closed my mouth. Seeing those Death Knights walking towards me made me feel a hundred upsets in my heart.

I picked up my sword and slammed it into the chest of a knight who had approached me, the tip of the sword smacking against his breastplate. I pushed it back with a hard push.

In front of its owner, as the saying goes, it depends on the owner to beat the dog. When the master was not there at the bottom, he was killed, and if he died, he was killed, but now the master is sitting on it.

I didn't want to just lose face to him, but the Death Knights didn't show the slightest sign of stopping, and they all walked towards me.

The undead soldiers equipped with this armor are all elites, and their status can be seen just by looking at their complete faces, but their eyes are hollow.

Seeing that these guys seemed to want to give me a dismount, I decided not to be polite to them. But my sword is really old, and I even saw a cut in the tip of my sword when I collided with theirs.

The sword slashed at their heads. I really couldn't help it, so I pulled out my weapon.

These guys didn't kill them, and I can tell that they are very different from the previous undead disasters. I don't know if it's because I didn't have enthusiasm for work after the change of owner, or if they were playing tricks on me at the behest of the one sitting in the seat.

But even that finally made me anxious. It is very rude for the owner to treat the guests like this!

Thinking of this, I won't be polite to him, and pick up the hammer and slam this group of minions. But after hammering off two heads, smashing one's arms, smashing one's legs, and cutting off one of the waists, the guy in the seat should have felt that something was wrong.

The Death Knights who surrounded me no longer besieged me, but slowly retreated in all directions.

I looked up at the throne, and Berval was still staring at me with his chin in his hand on his hand, unchanged.

This guy has been getting worse and worse since he died of his wife!