Icecrown fortresses weren't built in a day, and neither did Icecrown Glacier's layer of ice, which is thicker than the sky, fall into a day.

When Alsace sat in this seat...... Well...... When I was able to get up and move freely I went to see him one day, and before I set out Soval said not to bother him for the time being, and I asked him why, and he only said that the king did not seem to be very good.

I returned to the place suspiciously, only to see that Arthas's body sitting on the throne was almost entirely covered in ice, and the bright sunlight shone on him, and the light reflected by the crystal ice made him look like an ice sculpture. I stood under the throne and looked up at him, and seeing that he didn't react, I boldly walked up.

As I stood in front of him and leaned over to look at him, the ice on his body suddenly cracked from the top to the bottom. I was startled and hurriedly stepped back, and it was then that his voice came to my head.

"You're not even dead."

That's the first thing he said to me in a long time, and I covered my ears to look at him in front of me in confusion and blurted out, "How did you do that?" ”

Arthas didn't reply to me, and I then told him, a little jokingly, "I've died once, and the Grim Reaper has forgotten me." As I spoke, I stepped back a little to the bottom of the steps, and then he said to me, "Let Soval take your arm, I need you to do something." ”

It was only then that he took my arm, but it was not as powerful as it used to be, but I was already grateful to the master who was manipulating corpses. It feels terrible to be without an arm.

His voice came to my head as soon as I took my arm, and from then on my chances of getting back on the platform were slim to none. I don't miss him very much, because whenever he wants to speak, his voice will appear in my head, no matter where he is. Actually, I don't like this feeling, especially when I'm seriously doing something or on the battlefield, and his voice always makes me feel a little trance.

And the first thing I did when my arm was attached was to take the army to patrol his kingdom.

It is because of this that I have found a lot in the wilderness...... Strange, funny, mysterious stuff. It was like a dream when I think about it now, and I can't even remember what it was like to wander through the snowy wilderness with the howl of the wind. How could you stand the wind and the cold?

I went south with Soval and Sassarian and Kurdila to the coast where I now live, and then continued along the coast to the east. We also finally met the indigenous people along the coastline.

To be honest, when I first saw the Aboriginal people, I was fascinated by them, just because of the way they looked. They have the body of a dwarf, but they have no neck, and they are very fat, not only fat, but also wearing very thick clothes. Their faces were human-like and beastly, and the two huge fangs of the main ones were of no use to me.

The fangs of orcs grow on the chin and grow from the bottom to the top. The trolls' fangs are a little upward, but more forward-facing, like elephants, so they can't kiss these guys with these tusks. And the fangs of this group of guys grow on the roof of the mouth, not ahead but downward! The fangs felt two fingers wide and so long that they seemed to me useless.

I didn't understand their language, and they were wary of us, and this vigilance only existed for a short time before our army leveled their village. I still don't know what those creatures are called.

Then we started heading north, and along the way, we found something amazing. Sinkholes, cemeteries and keels. When I saw the bones of a dragon in that huge pit, which was so large that it made me feel a little incredible, I asked the people around me if it was real or fake.

Those guys have less knowledge than I do, and they can only look with big mouths and slanted eyes and tilted heads.

Later, it was said that Kel'thugad and others detected traces of magical energy here, and tried in vain to resurrect the corpse, but in the end, until Arthas died in battle, the corpse was still lying quietly in the pit. It's just that Arthas did resurrect some dragons later, but the size was simply too far worse than that.

Now the corpse is still lying quietly in the wilderness, you should know it.

Later, we found a large rift valley on the east side of the crater, and you should not have passed through that rift when you landed on this continent and marched into it, and there was a stone road next to that rift that I don't know who had built it. Don't even say it's really good. Far wider than any road, it is not possible for a man to build it, not even for the Vikus. The Viku say that there was this path before their ancestors existed.

We almost got out of this ice field in order to cross the rift, and it was at the end of the rift that we found a wonderful place, a place where Kel'thugad and his lich army were stationed all year round, and that forest was said to have some power stones that were very useful.

No one on our team can manipulate the Power Stones, and no one is proficient in magic, so all we can do is give the Lich King and the Lich as much detailed intel as possible.

Of course, now that you ask me if I have any impressions of this, all I can say is sorry, I have almost forgotten, and what I will never forget in my life is that we found some traces of biological activity at the end of the rift, and we found trolls along the trails.

You should know about the trolls of this land. That's them.

The trolls we met in Kalimdor had migrated from the forests south of the Stormwind Kingdom, and they were no stranger to me, but the trolls here were different from the ones I had seen, not only in terms of skin color, but also in the way they behaved on their faces and necks.

Trolls have always been a stinky temper, and these eccentric creatures live in their own circles and worship their gods. I really didn't expect to meet them here, and to be honest, I suddenly felt pretty good. But they were like a great enemy. So a battle without suspense began. I don't know how many people will be left of that tribe, the only thing I'm sure of is that their tribe will be declared extinct.

Not many of the hundreds of people in the entire tribe were able to escape from our hands. We didn't chase any of them, but let the women of their tribe flee for their lives.

After the war some time ago, we were relatively peaceful for a long time. But you also know that people who fight in the war will have problems when they are idle, so when they can fight and meet the soft persimmons, their group of death knights are really like hungry tigers descending the mountain. Later, I asked them if they had any doubts or ...... when they rushed to that tribe Anything else?

Sasarian said he had no idea, Soval said it was all animals, and Kurdila said it was good to kill them all, if he could.

Kurdila is an elf, a non-commissioned officer of the Kingdom of Quel'Thalas, who was killed by Arthas during the attack on Quel'Thalas and resurrected. This guy ...... It's still very ferocious to fight. Especially when facing trolls, he unleashed all the hatred that made me a little inexplicable.

After that, we kept chasing and slaughtering the city, and in the end, the number of trolls resurrected far exceeded the number of soldiers we had brought with us. And these resurrected trolls are really useful, too.

Because I know the troll language, and the troll language here is not very different from the trolls of Azeroth, except for some slang or expressions and accents, there is no barrier to communication overall. I also learned the name of the empire, and they were the legendary Dakale trolls. This race is extremely tenacious, and I feel much stronger than Hinterland, or the trolls in the Valley of Thorns, but we didn't completely conquer this race in the end. I mean, I didn't completely destroy the group when I left Northrend.

The first mistake we made was to be so arrogant that we couldn't find their people at all, I knew they were hiding, but they just couldn't find them, and these guys always got us in trouble. The second is that I didn't expect these guys to reach their gods with butcher knives.

These guys chose to kill the gods when they couldn't defeat us in the middle of the war, killing their own Loa gods, and using the blood and flesh of these dead gods to maximize the power of their people through magic.

The god they worshipped the most was the rhinoceros, the strongest and hardiest creature in the land, not as big as the mammoth, but the wildness of this thing was not possessed by the mammoth. So when we attacked near their capital, Gudak, they sacrificed a large number of woolly rhinos for themselves.

Of course, the combat effectiveness has increased, there is no doubt about it, especially their berserkers are extremely destructive. During my time in the Valley of Thorns, I had only seen other animals and people used as sacrificial offerings, but here I slaughtered my most trusted gods. This almost perverted approach did cause us a lot of trouble at first, but this method that only treats the symptoms but not the root cause of the problem did not completely suppress our attack.

It wasn't until later that the group saw that their people were getting fewer and fewer, and the dead relatives turned their faces and became their enemies, and finally the trolls disappeared into the vast jungle. Gudak is their capital, and our army didn't take anything when they drove in, and their stuff was of no use to us at all. I wanted to burn down the place, but there was a snowstorm that day, so I stopped it.