After Sylvanas became the leader of the alliance, the chaos between Theramore and the Darkspear trolls was finally calmed down.
Afterwards, King Varian of Stormwind City, King Bronzebeard, the dwarf leader of Ironforge, Mekkatorque, the dwarf master craftsman, and Lor'themar Theron, the regent of the blood elves, all rushed to Northrend.
The coalition camps are one after another, with banners fluttering and people shouting. Except for the night elves, the Alliance and the Horde have never been so united.
This was a true gluttonous feast, and the leaders of all races knew that the Scourge Legion was at the end of its rope.
Whoever can kill Arthas will gain the great honor of annihilating the Scourge, inherit the land and heritage of the Scourge, and win a broader living space for their tribe.
With the tacit approval of the divine messenger, Sylvanas convened a leadership meeting.
Because Icecrown Citadel has limited space and cannot accommodate the numerous armies of each tribe, Sylvanas proposed that the leaders of each tribe lead only a thousand elites into Icecrown Citadel, and whether they can kill Arthas depends on their abilities.
This relatively fair proposal received everyone's support.
On this day, the armies of various tribes from the Alliance and the Horde surrounded Icecrown Fortress. The leaders of each tribe led their carefully selected elites and rushed into Icecrown Fortress.
The leaders had known this for a long time. Before the official action, all races sent out scouts to investigate and found that there was no one in Icecrown Citadel. Even the Silver Crusade soldiers who had defected to the Scourge Legion were nowhere to be found.
The scouts reached the Frozen Throne and found a huge piece of ice. The Lich King Arthas and the throne were frozen in the ice and seemed to have fallen into a deep sleep.
After scouting the entire Icecrown Citadel, not a single natural disaster soldier was found, which made all the leaders feel relieved.
The undead Varian looked at the team of thousands of people behind him. After selling the land of Dusk Forest, Varian obtained about 5,000 troll slaves from the goblins in Booty Bay. In addition to the captured gnolls,
The murlocs and others finally gathered together ten thousand soldiers without embarrassing Stormwind City.
In previous wars, King Varian has always been the leader of the Alliance. Unfortunately, the Kingdom of Stormwind has long since lost its former glory. In this crucial battle, he is just a supporting role.
Varian understood that the Scourge had been destroyed, and the Horde was the one that needed the most protection now.
Looking at the trolls and gnolls under his command, Varian sighed. Feeling that he was alone and helpless, he decided to talk to King Bronzebeard.
In contrast, King Bronzebeard of Ironforge is full of confidence and looks down on the undead Varian.
Bronzebeard secretly thought: After winning the battle against the Scourge, it was time for the alliance to change its leadership.
The Stormwind City army and the four tribes of dwarves, gnomes, and draenei covered each other as they advanced. Varian quietly left the team and came to Magni Bronzebeard.
"King Bronzebeard, Sylvanas is now the leader of the alliance. Although most of the soldiers of the Silver Crusade are humans, Fording obviously wears the same pants as the tribe. In addition, the night elves refuse to participate in the war, and the tribe's power will exceed that of the alliance.
, we must prepare early."
Magni Bronzebeard snorted and said disdainfully: "Varian, don't forget your identity. You are now a Forgotten. I am very worried about you joining the Forgotten."
Varian was extremely angry after hearing this, but unfortunately he could not refute, so he could only bow his head and remain silent.
Magni Bronzebeard clenched his fists and smiled confidently: "No matter what conspiracy Sylvanas has, it cannot escape my grasp."
At the same time, Fording and Lor'themar are trying their best to please Sylvanas. Fordring has cooperated with Sylvanas before and wants to use this relationship to get Sylvanas' help.
Lor'themar was Sylvanas' former lieutenant, and he also wanted to use this relationship to gain Sylvanas' support and gain more benefits for the blood elves.
Sylvanas remained calm and asked lightly: "Fording, is there any news from Tyran?"
Fording suddenly looked embarrassed, and after a long while he replied: "I haven't heard from Tailan for a long time."
Sylvanas moved slightly, and suddenly an ominous premonition came over her. Icecrown Fortress was empty and silent, like a huge mausoleum. Sylvanas looked around uneasily and murmured: "Have you any
Do you feel like we have overlooked something?"
Lor'themar said flatteringly: "Your Majesty, you don't need to worry, the Scourge will not be able to cause much trouble."
Sylvanas bit her lip: "I hope I'm overthinking it."
Jaina's Theramore army is in the most embarrassing situation. Now that the orcs have weakened, and all tribes in the Alliance and Horde do not want to see her, Jaina can only lead the team to the rear.
The journey was uneventful. The armies of each tribe were stationed on the second and third floors respectively. At Sylvanas' suggestion, the leaders of each tribe led a small number of guards and came to the Frozen Throne together.
Above the throne, there was only the howling cold wind. Within the huge ice, Arthas, holding Frostmourne, sat motionless on the throne, seeming to be silently watching the visitor.
Sylvanas came to the ice and said with some pride:
"Alsace, you were so arrogant and majestic back then. I didn't expect that you would end up like this. The Scourge Legion is finished. Why don't you come out and die soon?"
At this moment, Sylvanas suddenly noticed that Arthas in the ice had opened his eyes and his lips were moving slightly. Sylvanas was so frightened that she almost screamed.
A majestic voice echoed in Sylvanas' ears:
"Sylvanas, have you forgotten who caused your tragedy today?"
boom!
Not knowing what happened, Sylvanas found herself lying on the ground, with shouts of killing coming from all around. She seemed to have returned to the night when Silvermoon City was massacred by orcs.
She was surrounded by orcs, Thrall, King Saurfang, etc. with their huge mouths opened, their fangs sharp, biting her flesh and blood forcefully. Sylvanas was unable to struggle and could only watch helplessly.
Watching himself being eaten into a pile of bones.
"No, no!" Sylvanas screamed in pain and knelt on the ground helplessly.
At the same time, Jaina was also confused. At this moment, she was in the orc camp. Thrall bit off her arm and chewed it.
This immersive memory almost caused Gianna to collapse.
The leader of the tauren, Kane. Bloodhoof is the most low-key. At this moment, he is in Thrall's tent, watching a young tauren being eaten by Thrall. That is Kane's favorite son. It is painful.
He screamed, but there was nothing he could do.
Vol'jin knelt on the ground, covering his head in pain, and saw the Darkspear troll being slaughtered by the orcs and becoming the orcs' military rations.
Visions of the past tortured the leaders of all races. When it was all over, Arthas' majestic voice echoed from the Frozen Throne.
"Stupid Alliance and Horde, you are just a bunch of trash. You have been betrayed and massacred by orcs time and time again, but you never know how to learn your lesson and see what is in the sky?"
Sylvanas suddenly raised her head and saw green clouds covering the sky, a terrifying whirlpool spinning continuously, and countless green meteors dragging their long tails falling from the sky, with the goal of surrounding Icecrown Fortress.
Allied forces of all ethnic groups.
That is!
Hellfire of the Burning Legion.
Only then did Sylvanas realize that Thrall had already disappeared.