The Second Empire of Azeroth

The holy flames made Arthas feel incredibly powerful. He frowned, watching Anub'arak charging towards him, slowly raised the Hand of Ymirjar, and forcefully slammed it onto Anub'arak's carapace.

"Bang—"

Like a thunderclap, the holy flame exploded like fireworks, splashing on the ground and still burning fiercely.

However, this time the Hand of Ymirjar was not bounced back, but pressed firmly on Anub'arak's body, smashing him to the ground.

Anub'arak flailed his limbs, trying to get up, but couldn't support his body. The holy flame continuously invaded his body, purifying the dark energy within him. Even, faintly, some screams could be heard, as if ghosts were being released.

Arthas raised the Hand of Ymirjar again and slammed it down hard.

"Boom!"

The holy flame exploded again, and Anub'arak completely lost his strength, lying motionless on the ground.

After killing Anub'arak, Arthas suddenly turned his head and looked at Rivendare.

"Now, do you still think I can't kill you?"

Rivendare looked at Arthas in horror. He never expected that Arthas would become so much stronger just by changing a weapon.

Moreover, wasn't the Lich King's plan supposed to be different?

Wasn't the original plan to let me show my strength, make Arthas feel invincible, and then slowly lure him to obtain Frostmourne?

But why did it turn out like this? Who changed the plot?

He cast his gaze towards the figure in the sky. Could it be him? That 'outsider' from another world?

Roger blasted the tunnel with a Fireball spell, then floated down beside Arthas, "Looks like you and it are a good match? It's yours!"

Arthas looked at Roger in surprise. He also felt the power of the Hand of Ymirjar. If he could possess this powerful warhammer, he could kill even more undead.

"Go! Finish him off, today's sacrifices have been enough!"

Hearing Roger's words, Arthas nodded vigorously.

"Rivendare! Now, I will purify you, purify the undead behind you, and I will also purify your master—the Lich King!"

Arthas raised the Hand of Ymirjar high, summoning holy fire. With the blessing of the Hand of Ymirjar, countless holy flames descended from the sky, covering the entire undead army. The undead who encountered the holy flame were instantly burned to ashes, and the other undead fled frantically, trying to escape this death zone.

Only the powerful Rivendare was not killed, but the holy flame constantly reduced the dark energy on his body, and he could only hold on for a while.

"Damn it!"

Cursing, Rivendare turned and ran. While running, he used his mind to contact the Lich King: "Master, the plan has failed, what should I do?"

The Lich King was silent for a moment, then said: "Run towards the northern fortress, use your greatest strength to bombard that fortress, I will help you."

Rivendare didn't know what the Lich King was thinking, but he honestly carried out the Lich King's orders.

Passing through the holy flame rain, he rushed towards the huge fortress without stopping.

Arthas led the army to chase all the way, because he had to kill the undead on the road, he never caught up with Rivendare.

Roger teleported over, he stood on the huge fortress, sneering in his heart: So he was plotting against the Vrykul.

Others don't know what's inside this fortress, but how could Roger not know?

The Dragonflayer Clan's Vrykul, the powerful Ymirheim Empire. If these war maniacs are disturbed, it will inevitably bring huge troubles to the Northern Expeditionary Army.

Roger flashed in front of Rivendare, raised his fire sword, and created a firestorm that swept towards Rivendare. Rivendare panicked and hurriedly called for the Lich King's help.

Lich King: "Raise your sword and use your greatest strength!"

Rivendare had no choice, he raised his sword and released all his dark energy to meet Roger's attack. Just then, he suddenly felt an incomparably huge force emerge out of thin air, the dark energy shattered the firestorm, passed by Roger, and bombarded the fortress.

The fortress collapsed, and countless dragon roars came from within.

An extremely majestic voice came from within: "Who! How dare you disturb the King's slumber!"

As soon as the voice fell, countless tall Vrykul appeared in the gap, they rode on tall Proto-Dragons and soared into the sky, launching attacks on all living creatures around them.

Seeing this situation, Roger was furious.

"Lich King, is it? I will come to find you!"

Saying that, he teleported away to find Arthas. Now the camp is dilapidated, the Northern Expeditionary Army is scattered, and without the help of the Apxis cannons, the soldiers cannot resist the Vrykul's attack at all.

Rivendare breathed a sigh of relief, that "outsider" was definitely a terrible opponent. He had already faced Roger once, and personally saw how he abused Mal'Ganis. After rebirth, although his strength had increased a lot, he still couldn't compete with Roger.

After escaping death, Rivendare's heart was full of rejoicing.

"Bang!"

A Proto-Dragon landed in front of him, its huge head sticking to his face, observing him. Obviously, it couldn't understand why a skeleton could still move.

"Hi—" Rivendare greeted cautiously, "My name is Rivendare, I am the Lich King—Ah!"

The Proto-Dragon opened its mouth and threw Rivendare into the sky, swallowing it into its stomach. It hadn't eaten anything for nearly ten thousand years, and it was a little indiscriminate in its diet. Although the skeleton didn't have much meat, it was better than stones to fill its stomach!

"Uh—"

It burped, choking out a mouthful of dragon breath.

The Proto-Dragon soared into the sky and flew towards the fleeing undead not far away, burning the undead into skeletons with a mouthful of dragon breath. Then it landed on the ground and ate the remains of the undead.

In the sky, countless Proto-Dragons flew to farther places, where besides the undead, there were also many human soldiers.