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"Have you found it yet?" Belmont kept asking, and his people were all shaking their heads. The leader of the Dark Blade could not blame his death hunter, because there was no one in this world who was more proficient in searching for prey than them.

The guy Anas said that the Withered Man fell from the Ice Crown Fortress. His nonsense Belmont would not believe it, but if you think about it carefully, you do have this possibility. When you are worried, he still brought people to search.

Veronara should have come too! Belmont gritted his teeth and thought. Her dark ranger was also proficient in reconnaissance and search. With her help, the speed would be several times faster, but the woman refused. She said that the battle of Ice Crown Fortress was not over yet, and her soldiers needed to deal with the battlefield, which sounded like an excuse.

"How can Lord Withering let such a person lead the entire Dark Rangers' army?"

"Sir, come and see this."

Belmont temporarily turned his attention and stared at his soldier, "Have you found the master?"

"No, sir, not the master, but you have to come and have a look."

"I want to remind you, soldier! There is nothing more important than finding a master now, do you understand?" Belmont rebuked, but the death hunter was unwilling to give up.

"I understand this, but you have to come and take a look. I think it may have something to do with the master!"

Upon hearing this, Belmont began to reconsider the soldiers' request. "Where?"

“In the front valley.”

Belmont and the others followed the soldier, and he looked up. The Ice Crown Fortress stood majestic and was imposing without anger. He thought about when the Withered One could build such a fortress.

"Look!" The death hunter who led the way pointed ahead. Everyone saw it and was stunned.

In the narrow valley, a pile of bones blocked the road. People who are not sure of the situation would think that a massacre broke out here, but Belmont judged it based on his own experience that it was all a guy's skeleton, a dragon, but it had been crushed to pieces. The only thing that could judge her identity was the well-preserved right wing wings.

"Sindagosa?" Belmont said that he had never seen the Frost Queen, so he was just guessing, but he hoped he was right.

"Check here to see if there are any traces of other people's activities."

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It felt like he was when he first waved Frost Sorrow in a fight. He rushed into the enemy formation and played the melodious melody. Frost Sorrow is still in his hand, and Arthas trusts it, and it can also devour more souls. Just like now, the rune sword suddenly destroyed the shield that resisted it, and then fell on the shield-holding warrior. The protective spells around him were useless.

Arthas looked up to find the next target, and there were many choices. After one fell, more people would rush up to attack him. Under the frozen throne, they all wanted to be a "regicide", which may be one of their expected endings, but Arthas believed that they should be clear and Fording should have given them advice. Today, here, where Arthas became the Lich King, there may be another ending.

He once did this, and at the tomb of Sindagosa, Frost's sorrow gave the blue dragon a new life. In the same way, Frost's sorrow can also take away a person's soul.

He could do this at the beginning, and before Fording yelled to give him a pleasure, he could end these sad challengers. He didn't know what he was waiting for. Now, he knew. He was destined to embark on this path, crossing the endless sea until Northrend, finding the sorrow of Frost, and then before the frozen throne. Now, he finally reached the last step of the journey. The only regret was that the person who witnessed it was not what he expected.

"It's over!" These three words burst into his throat.

The sorrow of Frost fell, with his anger, which made everyone except Fording suddenly feel that the rune sword entered their bodies and pierced their hearts. However, it was not painful, but an electric current surged across his body, just like he raised the sorrow of Frost for the first time. Arthas wanted to tell these people: Death is not terrible!

Just for a moment, everything was as he said, and it was over!

As the warriors fell to the ground one by one, Arthas raised his head and enjoyed the joy of victory.

"I have no doubts, nor will I hesitate. You are the most powerful warriors of Azeroth. My obstructions have been resolved one by one by one, and my most brave servants have fallen under your ruthless anger and sharp blades." He turned to look at Fordine, bound by the ice, and the holy light was also eclipsed before his throne. "You trained them well, Fordine. You sent the most powerful warriors in the world to me. Justice drives you, and this is just my wish!"

"Your silent sacrifice will be praised by me. See it with your own eyes, Paladins! I will transform them from corpses to warriors of the Scourge. Azeroth will fall into chaos in their hands! Going towards destruction! Now, let's just sit down!"

Arthas firmly held Frost's sorrow with one hand, and then held the rune sword high. The purple light began to hover at the sword, faster and faster, and finally rose and fell in the air like a poisonous snake, biting every corpse that fell to the ground. Frost's sorrow is pulling away the souls of these warriors. When everything is over, their power will help him reshape the world.

"In this way, people will forget your sins?"

This sentence seemed like the thunder that thundered into his mind, and the trembling rushed through his body deep into his bones. Alsace, who was immersed in joy, stopped the spell.

He slowly turned around and looked up. A figure was already sitting on the frozen throne. Arthas remembered the former Ner's soul, and the orc's soul was blocked in a set of armor, but the man in front of him was not armor, and he was not wrapped in ice, so he sat there quietly. Arthas did not remind the other party that it was his throne, but instead had a ridiculous idea: If someone could sit there for him...

"Nathanos, I thought you wouldn't come! Are you here to witness the end of the world?" Arthas said to the man on the throne. He saw that the other party was holding a blue axe in his hand, and it felt like frost sorrow.

The Withered Man looked down at the prince, and under the helmet with spikes, he couldn't see Arthas' expression clearly. "I just don't want to miss this moment. This moment is not the end of the world, there are only two lonely ghosts talking."

"I was disappointed with this fight, but after seeing you, I no longer think so. Now I just want to know, how will you stop me?"
Chapter completed!