Anomaly Of Warcraft

Under the setting sun of the alliance, Terenas Menethil II lingered, and Carlos Barov was supporting the leaning mansion with his arms.

The Lich King Ner'zhul has also discovered that it can even be destroyed without it. The most threatening organization for the Burning Legion and the Scourge is also disintegrating.

Because the biggest incentive for the alliance-the tribe, has died out.

Although Orgrim Doomhammer, the warchief of this tribe is still alive, the tribe he cherished has virtually disappeared.

If it weren’t for Kil’jaeden’s intimidation to be equivalent to the guillotine and decapitating axe, Ner'zhul really didn’t need to do so many extra things. He was at ease in the Northrend rioters and would be able to flatten Azeroth in only twenty years. .

Unfortunately, there are not so many ifs.

The Burning Legion had waited for several Ten Thousand Years, but it was just unwilling to give the Lich King 20 more days.

According to Ner'zhul's own calculation, the corruption of Alsace should be a deeper and more obscure spiritual assimilation.

But the world is fair. Malfurion and his wife are stuck in a deep pit inside the night elves. Carlos is dragged down by the big Uzumaki named Alliance. Even the ancient gods are doing their best to break free from the prison. Demon King Ner'zhul and how can he enjoy the blessings.

Kil'jaeden's urging instructions were issued three times a day, and Ner'zhul was no longer able to calmly lay out two or five boys.

So all the way to lure Arthas to the Dragonblight, Ner'zhul was ready to violently seize the house.

Exquisite Legion craftsmanship, three times the weight of soul fragments, selected the best quality evil iron ore ingots from the Saron Mine, and carefully forged from the soul oven.

This Frostmourne can be called the strongest in the parallel world.

Without Stratholme's slaughter city, without step by step toward hatred, who said that the filial son would not be the Lich King.

Using the legendary fountain of immortality, Ner'zhul lured Alsace to the icy and snowy world.

With the harsh environment, arrogant monsters, and the plague of undead natural disasters, there were fewer and fewer soldiers around Arthas. Whether they were fugitives or loyal ones, their physical condition was getting worse and worse.

Especially this time, there was no Muradin around Arthas.

In order to explore the treasure house of the Titans, Brian Bronzebeard appealed to his brother for help. After Muradin resigned to Arthas and Terenas, he plunged into the barren land with his brother.

Then Alsace went to sea.

Landing from the Howling Cliffs, all the way north, the sparse human settlement villages entertained their princes with a lot of enthusiasm and a small amount of food.

Arthas didn't know that Ner'zhul's minions had spread throughout Northrend. These remaining humans were just to confuse the chess pieces he had left behind.

In the mouths of these pioneers of the Northern Rift, a true "Fountain of Eternal Life" image was gradually enriched and perfected.

Arthas's heart also became more and more determined.

Neither the ice giant nor the kobold tribe could stop Alsace's footsteps, and the undead monsters and huge half-human mammoths were not opponents of the human corps.

Arthas unconsciously shouted the paladin's ancestral slogan: "Holy Light, that enemy is worth fighting!"

The further north, the stronger the enemy.

After cleaning up a group of kobolds who wanted to use the Legion as food, a small and medium-sized half-human mammoth rushed out. It rushed into the crowd and yelled a reversal of polarization, and instantly stunned more than thirty soldiers. , Showing a hideous and bloodthirsty look.

But Arthas was Uther's disciple, and his martial arts teacher was Muradin, who was the strongest paladin among the younger generation.

Holding the warhammer in his hand, Arthas charged forward, fought with the half-human mammoth, and finally tied it to death.

It was a hearty battle.

As more and more people died and died, the stock of supplies and armaments became less and less, even if it was the guards of Prince Lordaeron, the hearts of the people began to float.

But Alsace didn't care, there was only unrelenting faith in his heart.

For, father.

Also for...

For this reason, Ner'zhul even drove the undead soldiers to chase a group of northern deer to the vicinity of Alsace and his legion.

The scent of barbecue and the warmth of fur temporarily soothed the restless people.

The journey has to continue.

After a long journey, covered with frost and snow, under the silent gaze of Ner'zhul, Arthas and his party came to a mysterious cave entrance.

The spirits of the soldiers had been tightened to Ultimate, and Arthas was also subtly feeling uneasy.

However, there is no choice but to move forward.

The secluded caves revealed a strange calm everywhere, and the desolate snowfield made the soldiers unable to even collect enough wood to make torches.

But these are not problems.

"Holy Light, guide your believers to move forward!"

Arthas stood at the forefront of the team.

Go to the deepest part of the cave, an empty pit large enough to accommodate all the soldiers, with a towering stone platform in the center.

A dead soul that looked extremely powerful was guarding a sword full of ominous aura.

Behind the dead soul and the sword, a dreamlike spring was sprayed with golden spring water, and the water flowed from the mystery to the void.

Although there is no evidence that it is the legendary fountain of immortality, everyone is still boiling.

This way...is worth it.

Then, greed began to breed.

His Majesty the prince brought back the fountain of immortality for the king, so let's take a drink too.

That's the fountain of immortality!

Hunger, thirst, fear, suspicion, greed.

The Lich King used only one illusion to draw out the negative emotions of mortals.

Arthas strode forward, squeezing the warhammer in his hands, preparing to face the dead soul guarding the sword and the spring.

However, the hideous soul seemed to perceive Alsace's approach, and raised his head, time seemed to flow back on him, Madara's body was re-possessed, and a stalwart and resolute figure appeared in front of everyone.

That is the image of a more decent and stronger man than Uther.

"Are you the chosen child?"

The soul asked.

In an instant, jealousy began to spread.

The soul asked again, then turned sideways and gave up his position.

"Come on, test your destiny."

Arthas was suspicious and made no move.

"Come on, greet your destiny."

This time, Kel'Thuzad, Ner'zhul, and even that one all worked, and Arthas finally took a crucial step.

When the force was released, the sacred warhammer landed, holding the hilt of the sword, and the huge cyclone blew away the Lich King's illusion.

Where are there any immortal guardians, where are there any fountains of youth, where only filthy blood flows, and restless bones.

For the first time, the undead natural disasters revealed their true colors.

Fear began to flow.

Alsace's closed eyes, under his eyelids were rapidly shaking pupils, his spirit was pulled, instilled, and ravaged.

In the end, the mortal's will could not stop the control of the Lich King, and Arthas opened his eyes and pulled out Frostmourne.

A huge fear obliterated the human soldiers present.

The first batch of sacrifices, they are competent.

"Frostmourne is hungry."

Arthas, who had become a plaything of the Lich King, uttered the first words after becoming a death knight.

Ner'zhul laughed wildly above the Frozen Throne on the Icecrown Glacier, but it did not notice that in the heart of Arthas, in the contract concluded with blood and shadow, a deeper gloom covered a trace of blur. Will.

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