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That coward didn't dare to face him alone.

The Withered Steps quickly passed through the corridor in the Imaging Hall, and it took some time to defeat Mavien and Farrick. What was hateful was that there were some undead creatures trying to stop him on the way. If this was the block set by the Lich King, then Nathanos would definitely let Arthas know how to underestimate his fate.

"Alsace!" he shouted, no one answered. But the room he saw was very familiar after climbing the stairs at the end of the corridor.

The vault is high above, with corners hidden in the shadows. The whole room is round, surrounded by arches and cylinders. Blue light shines in from the glass in the center of the vault, lit up the pattern on the ground that looks like a skeleton and a pattern. Several indoor balconies are hung high above the walls, which are the place dedicated to the members of the meeting.

The Lich King has no MP! Nathanos reminds himself that his heart is full of contradictions. The King of the Scourge is a dictator.

His gaze fell from above, and there was a round platform on the other side of the pattern. At the end of its concentric staircase was a huge throne, like a cast of unluminous stone. The surface was flat and the edges were filled with strength and momentum.

This is clearly the Throne Hall in the capital of Lordaeron. It is exactly the same except for the tone. No wonder it is called the Imaging Hall. Everything here is a memory of the past.

‘Is Alsace using this method to record his "great achievements"?

Perhaps feeling him stop, the Lich King specially released a wave of energy so that the withered could find him.

"Is this?"

...

The Lich King stood on the platform at the highest point of the image hall and needed to walk a long frozen road to come here. His subordinates bought him some time, and the rest were waiting for those who were still chasing him behind.

He will definitely come. The corner of Arthas's mouth is slightly because Frost Sorrow contains his mother's soul and has absorbed his soul, but now this soul has rebelled, and Frost Sorrow is time to take it back.

Arthas walked to the edge of the platform, held a spike of evil iron, and looked into a valley in the distance. He seemed to hear Tirio Fordine shouting loudly to increase the morale of the Northern Expedition Army. If it weren't for something to do next, the scenery in front of him should have made him feel relaxed and happy - the frozen wasteland that was no longer visible under the dark curtain, the scattered bones everywhere, the walking dead wandering everywhere, and a vicious gray shadow swelling on the horizon.

"Your servants have failed."

Arthas turned around and saw a pair of eyes burning with resentment. Nathanos stopped and raised his sword at him.

"There is also someone outside the Gate of Heavenly Condemnation that provokes me like this. What is the result? You should have heard of it."

"You dare to mention the gate of heaven!" Nathanos stared at the fallen prince with great force. He is now the king, but no one admitted this. "Your behavior is so despicable, Alsace! I have seen it many times."

"The way to win is to use any means. You are sticking to the means, so you come to the Image Hall to find a way to defeat me. In fact, there are many ways to stop me, but you chose the most difficult one. The Frozen Throne is the holy land of the Scourge, where I cannot defeat it."

"Then let's solve it here." Nathanos yelled. The actual plan was not like this. Half a month ago, at the Shadow Vault, the Witherer and the Death Knight leader discussed together how to obtain enough Saron evil iron and create the most important throne fragment of the Contrast's Sorrow.

The Black Front Knights had known that there was a place like the Ice Crown Fortress, and the outer edge of the Image Hall was the mine where the Scourge collected the Saron evil iron for the Scourge. As long as the control of the mine was seized, you would not have to wait too long to collect enough iron ore. The dwarf Corric, who had rescued before, was manipulating the dead body to carry out the order of his new master - collecting the Saron evil iron. In addition, the ranger Cinthia, who had left at the beginning of the raid of the Saron mine, contacted the Black Front Knights and asked them to transport the Evil Iron to the Shadow Vault.

Later, in order to successfully obtain the fragments of the Ice Throne, Nathanos took on the terrible mission to attract the Lich King. Once Arthas appeared, Darian could take the opportunity to steal the fragments.

The plan was originally very successful, but the only question was how the wither should escape from danger. He had a chance before. He thought that he could run away immediately when he met the Lich Queen, but he saw his mother's soul halfway through.

He killed his closest relative with his own hands, but now he has to choose to abandon the other party and continue to torture her in the rune sword. Nathanos did not allow himself to do so.

"I have always admired your courage, Nathanos. You should have been my confidant like Kel Thujad, bringing chaos to the world."

"Your confidant?" The wither showed a sarcastic look. "I only saw a child who never grows up, pursuing the power that he could not play with, saying it was for the people, but in fact it was for himself."

Arthas smiled fiercely and raised the rune sword over his head. "For himself?" The rune of Frost's sadness radiated a strong light, and the icy aura oozed out from it.

Suddenly, the bitter cold wind around him seemed to seep into Nathanos's body, numbing his anger and his desire to defeat the Lich King, and resting his mind uncontrollably. This energy was so huge that it made people feel dizzy... Nathanos had never been exposed to such powerful energy before. This made him begin to doubt the reason for coming here - defeating the Lich King.

Fording used to crush the Lich King's heart with Frost Sorrow, causing great pain to the Lich King, but now, Nathanos feels that the Lich King's power has completely recovered and become stronger.

"What's wrong with it for yourself?" Arthas's voice revealed a little ambiguous emotion. Everything was showing his power to Nathanos just now. "What can they do for you in the people you protect? Your sacrifice for them is only exchanged for the praise they speak and the memory they remember. You can only be remembered in history. And I... want to be the creator of history, and in the eternal kingdom of death, the past will be forgotten, and you and I will accept worship from the world."

"You're crazy!"

The sound was clear, pure, full of hatred. The muscles on the edge of Alsace's eye socket were twitching.

"Your words are to clear yourself of your guilt, to prevent the world from knowing what you have done, to prevent the creatures from remembering how many people's souls your sword drank, right?"

The Lich King stood there silent for a long time, "When I woke up on the throne, I thought you were the one who understood me the best."

"Of course I understand you..." Nathanos pointed the sword sideways at Alsace. On the sword, the Lich King could only see a strange image with a helmet. "But that doesn't mean that you and I have the same will."

Arthas narrowed his eyes and growled, "Thank you for your advice."
Chapter completed!