Do you remember the artillery used by the Confederate Hordes in their joint attack on Northrend? At that time, the power of dwarf man-made musket artillery far exceeded that of firearms decades earlier. At that time, if it had been replaced by a musket later, I felt very confident that I would have been able to smash him in the face with one shot. But at that time, it only left a bullet hole on the left side of his face.

Belch...... It should have been two bullet holes, shot through!

He looked at me in surprise with his knife raised, and then his surprised face turned to anger, and the knife that had been slashed at Arthas succeeded in slashing at me. I raised my hand to parry......

But my right arm ...... With my right breast......

Yes, my right arm is broken. Now it's inconvenient to wear clothes so you can't see the wound, in fact, the cut surface is very neat, really neat. Just say how sharp that weapon is! Then there's my right collarbone and these ribs on the top right. His blade cut off my arm and cut straight into my armor, then cut off my bone and into my lung, all of which Soval later told me when he stitched me up.

If it is a living person, this sword will surely die.

How did I survive...... Ha! It's my life that I'm still alive. Illidan left me alone after the knife that cut off my arm, because Arthas had already dealt with the Naga who had fallen him, and I was lying on the ground and could only watch the two of them fight, and the gas that burst out of Arthas's sword spewed Illidan out. When Illidan got up from the ground, his body was already icy.

Illidan still wanted to resist, but the ice on his body made him move a beat slower, and Arthas rushed up and slashed with his sword, that is, this sword Illidan parried not so quickly, and was cut in the chest by a sword. At that time, Illidan still had a thick layer of ice attached to his chest, but it was not a problem under Arthas's sword. Illidan was struck by the sword and retreated, but he didn't say a word.

I don't know how Illidan was defeated.

The position in which I fell and the injuries I had at the time did not support me, so I twisted my body and crossed my neck to watch the play with my head propped up. The only thing I remember is that Arthas finally walked up to me, looked down at me, and pointed his sword at me.

At that time, I felt like I couldn't see anything in my eyes, and then I didn't know anything.

When I woke up, Soval was by my side, the lich was on my side, they had finished the battle, and Soval saw me wake up and moved me up. Ha! At the time I thought it was hallucinating, but when I tried to get up, I fell to the ground, and Kel'thugad laughed. Soval picked up my severed arm, and he told me with a look of regret that this was not yet connected.

And when I looked down at my body, I had a thick layer of ice on my chest. Soval told me that the king had saved my life.

But now they are not ready to continue to heal me, but to climb with Arthas to the extreme of this world.

This is it.

But at that time, I was like a deflated ball, not only feeling weak but also getting weaker and weaker. I was carried at first, then I was carried along, and finally I was carried here. Alsace let us follow, not only for safety, but most importantly for witness.

The path back then was not much different from the spiral staircase now, it was still so narrow and so difficult to walk. But on the top of this ice crown is not only a throne that symbolizes the domination of death, but also the power to reign over it.

When we came to the great platform, Arthas stood upside down with his sword hanging upside down in the middle of the platform facing an iceberg. The throne wasn't like this at the time, just a pure lump of ice, and the chair you're sitting on was purpose-built later. And the iceberg in the middle of the platform, which is several meters high, exudes a strange brilliance.

That color is complex and sometimes reminds you of a thick, creamy white ...... milk, then gradually yellowing and then a moment into ...... A faint goose yellow with a hint of green, and a wandering green. But in this color there is a little bit of blue flowing in the ice.

It wasn't pure ice, it seemed to have water in it. But this huge iceberg has indeed cracked, a very obvious huge crack, and there is white smoke gently drifting between the cracks. And in this ice, you can faintly see what seems to be a figure. The figure was illegible, just a rough outline.

We all looked at Artace, who had been standing in front of the iceberg for a long time, and one or more voices had been lingering in my ears, and I couldn't make out what he was talking to them, and the muttered murmuring suddenly made me feel a little sleepy. I opened my eyes hard to look at Soval to the side, and this guy was fine, staring intently at the iceberg in front of me.

At this moment, the standing Alsace body moved, he picked up his sword, and strode towards the iceberg with both swords in hand. I watched as he raised his sword high and slammed it down on the iceberg!

The sound was crisp, the sound of ice cracking, but that's all there was to the sword. After he swung the second and third swords, the cracking sound of the huge iceberg told me that the iceberg was about to collapse at any moment. But just as I was thinking about it, the ice on my chest suddenly cracked.

Soval turned his head to look at me in surprise, and Kel'thugad and the others also looked at me curiously, outsiders should only see the ice crack, only I know what it feels like when the ice cracks. I felt cold.

A chill penetrated through the ice crevices and went directly into my chest, I could still speak, but when the chill penetrated into my body, the feeling was really sudden and my throat tightened, and I couldn't speak in an instant, my throat seemed to be choked by something. My expression must have been ugly, because everyone's faces were no longer on Artace at this time, and they were all looking at me.

I instantly felt what it was like for energy to overflow my body......

Uh, can't be called overflow...... It should be pumped...... It's a more appropriate word, that kind of loss is full of power, not the energy in my body that flows out automatically, flows out, gushes out, but ...... There was an external force pulling at it, and it felt like it was being pulled out and squeezed, but it wasn't completely stuck...... Cloth.

When the ice in my chest shattered completely, the iceberg collapsed.

I didn't die there, but I watched Arthas emerge from the billowing ice debris as he leaned down and then straightened up again, and I watched as he put a helmet on his head.

You don't have to look at me like that, it's the one you wear on your head.

After putting on the helmet, the wind on the platform began to whirl, and the wind finally forced everyone to hold each other's hands, and Kel'thugad and they even released magic to resist the fierce wind. Thanks to the combined efforts of all the lichs, we were not blown off the platform, and when the wind swept by, there was not a single small piece of ice left, leaving Arthas behind only a block of ice the size of a person.

And Salshas had already turned to look at us at this time, and his appearance at that time was ...... It was very powerful, but I suddenly felt a very strong strangeness to him. Between the gaps in the helmet, the faint blue light revealed was so similar to Illidan's eyes, except that one was blue and the other was green.

I was surprised to find that the feeling of energy being drained from me was gone, and with it a sense of powerlessness on the verge of death.

He walked towards us, and the feeling he exuded was very different just now, and even the way he walked became more powerful and powerful, and the momentum was simply ...... Absolute majesty, absolute domineering. Everyone knelt down, but I was the only one lying on the ground.

He stopped in front of us, and everyone knelt in front of him respectfully, and it was at that moment that a new Lich King was born.

It took me a long time to recover. When Soval later took my arm, he told me that Kel'thugad had told him that if Arthas hadn't frozen me at that time, my energy would be quickly drained and I would be completely a dead corpse.

Soval said that he had said this with a hint of banter in his tone, and then he said it, but this man's soul was not worth much. The expression on Soval's face after saying this did not make me feel uncomfortable, he said it calmly, and there was no disrespect. I asked him what else Kel'thugad had said, and he just shook his head.

In fact, I understand that the sword of Arthas is nourished by the souls of countless beings, those souls who are imprisoned in the sword and yearn for salvation, and those souls who yearn for light and freedom but are tortured are the source of the sword's power. It's just that the curse of this sword is that the wielder will be tortured while possessing supreme power, until he loses the mercy and mercy he deserves forever.

It was then that Arthas never spoke to us again, not even when he needed us to do something, and his soul power no longer needed to be moved. We are all His servants, and His will will be passed directly to us, and we just have to do it.

I also experienced the treatment of the stitching monsters, and Soval sewed up my chest, but I never found a good material for this arm, so I used it for a long time, until later, after the Viku king Imiron, was subdued by us, and he offered us a treasure...... A Dragon's ...... Sinews.

My arms have moved twice, as have my chest. After the second time I connected my arm, Imiron offered us very good metal. Your legion doesn't mine anymore, right? Hum...... It was the Viku people who dug it for us, and the tribute Imiron gave after submission was an extremely valuable metal, and many of my bones were re-welded and strengthened by that metal. If someday someone pays you a tribute to a metal called Titan Forged Steel, you'll have to keep it, it should be the best metal in the world.

My right rib and collarbone, both arms, and the shin bone of my calf were all wrapped or replaced with this metal, so ...... Even if I die, the iron on my body is precious.

Merely...... I never understood what Kel'thugad meant when he said that my soul was worthless.

Hum......