Since the Frozen Throne was bombarded by the Eye of Sargeras' ultra-long-range bombardment, Ner'zhul, who had lost a lot of soul power, could no longer maintain the network of undead scourges formed by the power of the Helm of Dominance.
During the period before Thoras took over the Helm of Domination, the undead of the Scourge acted of their own will.
Low-level undead have no thinking ability, they will only continue to act according to their instincts and the last orders they received before the soul network was disconnected.
After Balnazzar and Dethelok left together, the Burning Legion branch in Icecrown was already at an absolute disadvantage on the battlefield.
Under the crazy impact of the massive sea of low-level undead that was unable to retreat, the Burning Legion, which was already unable to resist, was quickly slaughtered. The undead who had lost their purpose wandered aimlessly and disorderly on the cold Ice Crown Glacier.
Wander back.
If no one restrains these low-level undead without the ability to think for themselves, sooner or later they will follow the undead's instinct of jealousy of the living and cause a catastrophe on the continent of Northrend.
High-level undead with self-awareness like Gadin and Anub'Rekhan regained their free will at the moment when the Helm of Command network collapsed and were no longer controlled by Ner'zhul.
To put it simply, without the restraint of the Helm of Command, the Scourge Legion has completely become a piece of loose sand.
After Anub'rakhan left the battlefield, he once wanted to return to his hometown - Azjol-Nerub.
However, just when he wanted to take action, he suddenly remembered the "feat" he had led the undead spider demons to almost destroy the motherland a few years ago.
Anub'rakan, who felt that he had returned home shamelessly, stood blankly on the desolate glacier, his heart filled with sadness and loneliness.
As Ner'zhul's soul power continued to drain, more and more undead broke free from the control of the Helm of Dominance, and a group of undead nerubians who also regained their own will gradually gathered around Anub'rakhan.
"General, where should we... go from here?"
Anub'rakhan's lieutenant also looked at a loss: "The world of the living can no longer accommodate us, and everyone including me no longer wants to work for the Lich King who forcibly controls our will. Where is our destination?
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Anub'rakan smiled bitterly and shook his head: "I don't know either, let's wait and see what happens."
As the general of Azjol-Nerub's army and a member of the Crypt Spider King, Anub'rakhan is more than just a simple warrior.
After regaining his free will, he quickly realized the source of the current mutation.
"If I guess correctly, the Lich King... I mean Ner'zhul, is being attacked by an unknown enemy, maybe the Burning Legion, or some other force."
After sorting out his complicated emotions, Anub'rakhan looked around at the undead nerubians following him.
"If it is the Burning Legion who defeats Ner'zhul and takes away the Helm of Command, we will leave here immediately and find another place to settle."
"If the local forces in Azeroth get the Helm of Dominance... maybe there will be an unexpected turn of events for us."
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Coincidentally, Gading, the high-level psychic, immediately summoned his direct subordinates after leaving the battlefield.
However, his ideas were different from Anub'Rekhan's.
Gading, who was always arrogant when he was alive, no longer wants to be inferior to others, so he plans to start anew and raise an undead army of his own.
However, Gadin, like Anub'Rekhan, did not rush to take action. He also planned to wait and see what happens, and then adjust his action mode according to the actual situation after the situation was completely clear.
Most of the high-level undead scattered throughout Icecrown Glacier have similar plans. Except for some iron fools whose muscles move faster than their brains who are rushing to Icecrown Fortress, everyone who has a little bit of thought is patiently waiting for the final outcome.
The results are out.
As Thoras, with the help of Faol and Kel'Thuzad, integrated the memories and knowledge left by Ner'zhul in the Helm of Dominance, and completely controlled the Helm of Dominance, a soul ripple that was difficult for ordinary people to see began to appear.
With the Frozen Throne as the center, it quickly spreads outward.
All the high-level undead swept by this soul ripple trembled in unison.
However, just when Anub'rakhan and the others pessimistically thought that their will would be controlled by the Helm of Dominance again, a strange voice delivered an impassioned speech to them through the soul network that connected all the undead.
After the words echoing in his soul gradually faded away, Anub'rakhan's eyes were a little complicated.
The undead spider demon adjutant looked confused and asked in an uncertain tone: "General, what does this mean...that we are completely free from now on?"
"yes."
Anub'Rekan sighed and said: "To be precise, we have been given the opportunity to freely choose the future."
"Those who are willing to stay and continue to follow the Scourge, the new Lich King will lead them to a strange world called Draenor to make their home."
"The Lich King will not force people who are unwilling to leave Azeroth, and will respect their personal wishes to stay or leave at will, but..."
The soul fire in Anub'rakan's eyes flickered, and there were some words he did not say clearly in front of his subordinates.
'The high-level undead with their own will do have the right to choose, but... what about the low-level undead who only obey orders?'
The Lich King's promise sounded attractive at first, but as the general who commanded the army, Anub'rakhan immediately realized the fishiness in it.
Yes, high-level undead can come and stay as they please.
But...if there are not a large number of cannon fodder willing to follow them, how far can the undead who leave home go in this world dominated by the living?
Of course, the problems that Anub'rakhan can think of can also be thought of by Gadin, who calls himself a wise man.
Compared with Anub'Rekhan's indifference, Gadin was jumping up and down with anger at this time.
Without a large number of low-level undead, it is not easy for them to accumulate a family fortune that is enough to dominate a party with just a dozen or so psychics.
You know, Ner'zhul used Arthas' identity as a springboard to draw away nearly 40% of Lordaeron's population, thus creating the Scourge's current grand situation.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Due to the rapid rise of the Scourge with the help of the war invaded by the Burning Legion, all countries in Azeroth have increased their vigilance against the necromancer's "drawing people" method.
Gading wants to build his own power from scratch... it's not easy.
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Far away in Stratholme City in the Eastern Kingdom, Baron Rivendell, who had not yet completely transformed himself into an undead, learned the whole story from a lich specially left behind by Kel'Thuzad. He leaned his slightly stiff body on the chair.
A relieved smile appeared on his back.
"It's finally over. Now, I can transform this fragile body into an immortal undead body without any scruples."
Having been frail and sick since childhood, Titus Rivendell longed more than anyone for a healthy body that would not suffer from illness.
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Even the saint Alonsus Faol was unable to cure his strange disease. The despairing Baron Rivendell could only place his hope on the alternative immortality of the undead.
After learning the details of the Lich King, the master behind the Scourge, from his childhood friend Kel'Thuzad, Baron Rivendell followed Kel'Thuzad's persuasion and only partially transformed his body into undead.
In this way, you can continue your life without being affected by the soul network of the Helm of Dominance, and have the free will that all high-level undead dream of.
However, this method is only a temporary measure after all. As his physical condition continues to deteriorate, Baron Rivendell will need to completely transform himself into an undead sooner or later.
Today, the sky finally dawns, and Baron Rivendell, who has been worrying about gains and losses for several years, finally lets go of his heavy heart.
"Your Majesty Thoras Trollbane? For those of us who were transformed into undead in human form, the hero of Stromgarde who was also a human during his lifetime is undoubtedly the best leader candidate."
"but……"
Baron Rivendell suddenly thought of the mood of some careerists at this moment, and laughed involuntarily.
"Some are happy and some are sad. I'm afraid some people with ulterior motives are busy scolding them right now, right?"
The lich who follows Baron Rivendell is named Lyth Frostwhisper.
Yes, it was the archlich who personally resurrected Solas.
Unlike Kel'Thuzad, Laith Frostwhisper had always been included in the control list of the Helm of Dominance's soul network, and could only have a moment of self-will on a very rare occasion.
And it was during this very short "free time" that Kel'Thuzad understood his determination to be free.
Before Ner'zhul's fall, Kel'Thuzad had no intention of putting Laith Frostwhisper in charge of any important work, nor did he tell him any important information.
His only mission is to protect Titus Rivendell on his behalf, which does not conflict with Ner'zhul's orders to him.
As the soul network built by the Helm of Dominance temporarily collapsed, Lyth Frostwhisper finally woke up from a dream and gained freedom after a long absence.
"yes……"
After hearing what Baron Rivendell said, Lais Frostwhisper, who had watched the clouds clear and see the moonlight, said sarcastically: "Just like that ambitious arrogant maniac in Gardin."