The inaccessible continent of Northrend is a mysterious place in the eyes of all living beings.
There are too many secrets buried on this continent. Just the barbaric Vrykul who stay in the tribal civilization and those powerful dragons are enough to scare away 99% of the adventurers in this world. This kind of caution is necessary
Yes, because on this continent, vrykul and dragons are far from being the most dangerous existences.
At the northernmost tip of the continent, close to the North Pole, is a group of magnificent mountains standing in the dark night sky. Therefore, there is no road into these mountains from any direction. In fact, its overall height is higher than that of Northrend.
The plains are like a "bulging" part of the continent.
The creatures living in the local area believe that the mountain is where the gods live. In their eyes, the mountain range that is shrouded in endless storms and terrible blizzards all year round is sacred and dangerous. No reasonable person should enter it.
, nor should any attempt be made to disturb the creatures within it.
It was the Storm Peaks, one of the first remnants of the Creator.
Tyrion is now sitting at the junction of the Storm Peaks and the Icecrown Glacier. On the top of the snow-covered mountains, if your eyesight is good enough, you can even directly overlook the scenery of the North Sea. This is already the entire Azeroth.
One of the highest mountains.
He sat on a piece of cold ice, with the Ashbringer at his feet. Lord Darkblade held a lit "secret" cigar in the corner of his mouth. In a burst of smoke exuding a strange aroma, Tyrion Ice
The blue eyes are full of calm.
"Have you brought anything back?"
Tyrion exhaled a long breath of smoke, and then asked. Behind him, Vagri Agatha pulled out a black wooden box from the void. The surface of the wooden box was wrapped with chains engraved with inscriptions. Those specially made
The chains are entangled, just like tying up dangerous things in the box, preventing it and its power from escaping out of the wooden box.
Agatha placed the heavy wooden box in front of Tyrion and said:
"This is a dangerous object that exudes an ominous aura. A curse remains within it. No sane person should use it."
"Click"
Tyrion's fingers brushed across the surface of the locked wooden box, and the heavy chains snapped. The moment he opened the wooden box, the wind and snow across the hills suddenly roared, like a dark
The will is breathing and roaring.
"Danger?"
The great lord's eyes stared at the ice blue heavy sword that was placed in the wooden box and was carved like an ice cube. He stretched out his fingers and slid them on the smooth blade. He whispered:
"Is there anything more dangerous than me in this world?"
"Buzz"
The moment his fingers slid to the hilt of the sword, Tyrion's five fingers tightened on the hilt of Frostmourne and lifted it out of the box. This long sword, which originated from the same source as Apocalypse, was
Tyrion's hand was beating. At first, it continued to emit its own power, trying to infect the sword holder in front of him. However, after coming into contact with the death energy as huge as the endless sea in Tyrion's body,
This sword seemed to be "scared" and quickly put all its power back into the sword body.
Then he frantically resisted the erosion of power from Tyrion.
"Buzz"
Tyrion flipped his wrist, causing the sharp sword blade to make a numbing sound in the air. Blades of darkness flew out from the sword blade, slashing at the surrounding mountain walls. For a moment, the rocks collapsed.
fly.
Tens of seconds later, he put the cold Frostmourne on his forehead, and then said to Agatha beside him:
"Did you listen?"
"What?"
Agatha shook his head in confusion, and then heard Tyrion say in a weird, drawn-out tone:
"Frostmourne...is hungry!"
"ah?"
Agatha showed a blank expression. She didn't know how to answer this sentence. Seeing the silence of the Valkyrie, Tyrion shook his head helplessly, and then threw the magic sword back amidst the buzzing sound.
After entering the box in front of him, Agatha stepped forward, closed the wooden box, and then locked the sword again with a chain.
Even for a pure spirit like her, this magic sword from the stars is very dangerous.
"Don't you use it?"
Agatha threw the box back into the void. She looked at Tyrion, who threw the cigar from the corner of his mouth on the ground. Looking at the firelight dancing in the cold wind, he shook his head:
"On a physical level, it's not as strong or sharp as the Ashbringer."
"On a magical level, it is not as arrogant and powerful as Apocalypse, not to mention that unruly bastard sword has already completed its self-breakthrough."
"Its only commendable soul mark is meaningless to me. Why should I use a bad one when there are better ones? What's more... it can't even speak... I hope it
Will not be frightened by the "new look" of its brother..."
As he spoke, Tyrion focused his gaze on the black spire looming in the wind and snow in the distance. He put the cold gauntlet back on his left hand, then moved his fingers and whispered:
"Let's go, Agatha, take the "gift" and let's go visit the owner of this place...visit my old friend."
"As a guest."
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The black spiers above the Icecrown Glacier are the northern fortress that was built when the Lich King entered Azeroth.
It is made of rare Saronite iron from under the great glacier. This mineral only exists in the coldest places in Northrend. This ore has special and amazing conductivity to death energy and shadow magic. It is forged and formed in
It will be extremely strong after that, and most importantly, after the necromantic runes are carved on it, this thing will become a naturally enchanted armor.
Of course, weapons and armor made of this mineral cannot be used or even touched by the living, because this mineral naturally contains the ability to affect the sanity of living beings. Those unlucky ones who have come into contact with Saronite during their journeys
There will be hallucinations, auditory hallucinations, and even weird whispers that keep lingering in the mind. In short, this is not a "treasure of heaven and earth" in the traditional sense.
The emergence of Saronite is said to be inseparable from some ancient dark forces.
The entire black spire where the Lich King lives is made of Saronite, which is indestructible and connected to the magic nodes of the entire Icecrown Glacier. As long as the Lich King is willing, his fortress can be turned into a huge magic tower at any time.
fortress.
At the beginning, there was only one solitary spire standing in the center of the glacier. After several years of construction by countless undead workers, the entire Icecap Glacier was surrounded by this huge black steel wall.
, on the magic nodes around the glacier, the Lich King also built several auxiliary towers to surround the nodes, turning the entire glacier into an unstoppable fortress.
The rampant activities of the Cult of the Damned in northern Xinjiang have also collected a considerable number of cultists for the Lich King. Those who are talented among them are all sent here by the Vrykul fleet under the instruction of the Lich King.
In order to prevent these "vulnerable" living people from losing their lives due to various reasons in this place of suffering, under the order of the Lich King, an evil building called the Cursed Cathedral is about to be built on the edge of the black tower.
Completed.
This is prepared for those cultists and lunatics who come to "pilgrimage".
In short, unlike the Dark Blade Legion that is attacking cities and plundering lands everywhere, in the few years since entering the world of Azeroth, the Lich King seems to be addicted to the game of "building". He lives in the most desolate and harsh environment in Azeroth.
In this area, the largest and most terrifying fortress complex in the world was built.
The most essential "evil power" that he has collected over the years is gathered here.
This is a low-key force that is not taken seriously by the world. However, its destructive power is actually comparable to that of the Dark Blade Legion.
Tyrion, wearing a long black hood, covered his face under the hood. He walked alone on the black stairs to Icecrown Citadel. The stairs made of evil metal condensed in the extremely low temperature.
There is a layer of frost, and on both sides of the stairs, those dark structures in the state of stone statues, those gargoyles that resemble a combination of birds and bats, quietly perform their responsibilities as "sentinels".
But their eyes hidden under the stone did not dare to glance at this rude "visitor" who was advancing. The few reckless guys before just screamed and were shattered into pieces by the huge death energy.
Cracked ice sculpture.
Obviously, this is an unimaginably powerful "kind". He must be here for the Lich King on the throne. The grievances between such big figures are not something that weak guys like them can participate in.
The most important thing is that after the news of Tyrion's arrival was conveyed to the Lich King, the leader of the Scourge Undead did not show any special expression, which meant... that he allowed him to enter.
"Well, it's a nice palace."
Under the "watching" of nearly a hundred natural disaster death knights, Tyrion stood in front of Icecrown Fortress. He raised his head and looked at this majestic fortress under the dark sky. The Lich King's aesthetics are really good. This fortress is famous for its rigidity.
Hard lines and sharp spikes are used as decorations, layered on top of each other, looking like a black steel city.
It is full of oppression and aggression, just like the frost giant lying quietly in the North Pole of the world. Although it is resting, when it roars for the first time, the whole world will be alarmed.
"But it's still not as good as my Dark Temple..."
Tyrion shook his head and no longer paid attention to these cold buildings. He walked forward. The natural disaster death knight guarding the front of the fortress followed the instructions of the voice in his heart and drove the four huge undead storm giants.
The "visitor" of Icecrown Citadel opened the door of the fortress.
In the low sound, traces of extremely cold mist lingered in the frost sermon in front of Tyrion. The interior of this black spire was filled with ice and falling snow composed of pure death energy. Those in the natural disaster camp
The noble lich and death knights stayed quietly on both sides of the road, watching Tyrion step by step into the depths of the fortress.
Most of these Lich King's most powerful warriors are tall vrykul, some crypt lords and nerubian priests wearing thick ice armor, and some high elves who died in Quel'Thalas. Most of them
It exists in the form of a dark mage. Judging from the size of this fortress, the number of "welcoming" warriors on both sides is too small.
They should be the Lich King's absolute confidants, because Tyrion knows very well that his arrival is a matter that needs to be kept secret for the Lich King. After all, there are still some unfinished "agreements" between the two of them.
.
The great lord ignored these servants. Under the gaze of those cold eyes, he stepped onto the rune teleportation array to the highest point of the fortress. In the gathering of cold death energy, the tower jumped in the distorted space. When Tai
When Ryan opened his eyes again, he was already standing at the highest point of the black spire.
This is a circular platform, made up of a solid block of ice. On this open-air platform, white snowflakes are flying everywhere, and the platform is also covered with snow.
The platform is covered, and it seems that no one comes to clean it every day.
Tyrion raised his head. On the ice ring platform was an irregular iceberg carved from pure white ice. Beyond the iceberg was a not-so-gorgeous throne, and a roughly carved
The stairs go all the way up.
There is an irregular piece of thousands-year-old ice placed on top of the throne. In the ice, there is a set of blue-black armor, dotted with white skulls and black patterns, as well as a fur made of some kind of animal skin.
, and an empty full-covered crown. On the crown, a blue gem shines brightly in the ice, and a spiritual power as thick as a mountain is escaping from the ice.
out.
It was not that there was no one there, there was a ghost watching him in the ice.
"The great lord of the Dark Blade, the conqueror of the Eastern Continent, the ruler of the undead, the black dragon slayer, the end of human civilization, the demon slayer, the tyrant of Draenor, the sword bearer of the apocalypse, and the challenger of death.
..The hand of fate, the enemy of the world...the terrible and noble Tyrion, the Blade of the Dawn..."
A deep voice covered Luoxue, and he whispered in a poetic tone:
"Welcome to your arrival, I have been waiting for you...for too long."
