Icecrown Citadel, the base camp of the Scourge, is the intersection of the Shadow Realm and the real world. The two worlds collide with each other and overlap to create countless spaces.
The Icecrown Citadel of Azeroth is only the outermost space, and the real disaster headquarters is hidden in one of the most stable spaces.
Robbie and Kel'Thuzad quietly watched the farce on the Frozen Throne. Now that the Scourge Legion has solved the problem of aging, it is not difficult to eliminate the invaders of the Burning Legion.
However, things are not as simple as imagined.
The moon Elune is no longer rotating around Azeroth, but is hanging above Icecrown Citadel, watching everything silently. The invasion of Icecrown Citadel by the Burning Legion is obviously not an isolated incident. This is Elune's final test against the Scourge.
As N'Zoth said, the Scourge is not ready yet and must develop in a low-key manner. If the moon god Elune discovers the clues, it is difficult to predict the methods of a true god.
According to the principle that history cannot be changed, the leaders of the Alliance and the Horde should not die on the Frozen Throne, but Robbie doesn't know what will happen next.
Many leaders were nailed to the wooden frame, and their blood continued to flow. Only the blood elf regent Lor'themar Theron was spared because he was the best at keeping a low profile.
Magtheridon commanded the legionnaires to carry countless corpses to the Frozen Throne and pile them layer upon layer.
Most of them were the corpses of elites from the Alliance tribes, as well as soldiers who died outside. In order to provide enough blood, Magtheridon deliberately left some soldiers alive.
These soldiers were led to the Frozen Throne and their heads were cut off without mercy.
There were so many corpses, they were piled up. The Frozen Throne was raised more than twenty meters high, and the thick smell of blood filled the surrounding space.
Even as cruel as Thrall, his expression changed when he saw this bloody scene. He looked at the countless corpses at his feet and asked timidly: "Dear Lord of the Abyss, may I ask what this is?"
Magtheridon pointed to "Alsace" frozen in the ice and explained coldly:
"In order to kill the Lich King, I can only break this solid ice coffin by using these corpses to attract the power of the Shadow Kingdom."
Thrall felt very uneasy and asked specifically: "What will happen if the power of shadow invades this world?"
Magtheridon thought for a while and smiled casually:
"In the best case scenario, the power of shadow will probably corrode half of Azeroth, and all creatures affected by the power of shadow will die, including Orgrimmar."
After hearing this, Thrall was stunned and asked in a low voice: "Does this mean that all orcs will die?"
Magtheridon said calmly: "Thall, as sensible as you are, you should understand that in order to kill the Lich King Arthas, the price is worth it, and you should be more generous."
Thrall nodded listlessly and said frustratedly: "I can understand that this kind of sacrifice is worth it, for the great cause of the Burning Legion."
Magtheridon smiled slightly and said: "Very good, Thrall, your future is limitless."
"Damn Magtheridon, the insidious moon god Elune."
Kel'Thuzad looked livid and analyzed seriously: "Magtheridon is definitely not an alarmist. He used these corpses to summon souls, thereby attracting the power of the Shadow Kingdom. Half of the creatures in Azeroth died. It is already very lucky.
We can't just sit back and ignore it."
Robbie nodded cautiously:
"The Scourge cannot sit back and watch the destruction of Azeroth, but they have to act, and we will accompany them to the end. Kel'Thuzad will infuse Tyran's weapons with the power of ice."
Within the ice, "Alsace's" expression suddenly changed, and a pair of eyes suddenly burst out with a cold light. Magtheridon and Thrall screamed in fright, and ran away from the Frozen Throne without looking back.
Finally, there was no movement on the Frozen Throne, and Magtheridon and Thrall returned cautiously.
Prophet Velen is in agony. A Draenei who has lived for tens of thousands of years and has never seen anything, the pain caused by the long nails on his hands and feet is bearable.
But doubts about the Holy Light and the wavering in his mind tortured his heart.
"Merciful Holy Light, I have worked hard to serve you for many years, why do you put me in such a desperate place, waiting for death with these dirty aliens? Why is this, why?"
Velen kept questioning the Holy Light in his heart, and as his consciousness collapsed bit by bit, he was about to fall into the abyss of despair.
Suddenly, a large ball of light appeared in front of Velen's eyes, and he found himself in a warm garden. The Eredar people around him were preparing for a grand celebration. There were laughter and laughter everywhere. In a trance,
Velen seemed to have traveled back 25,000 years.
This was the day when Velen was promoted to prophet. It was also the proudest moment in his life and the most beautiful experience in his memory.
"Holy Light, thank you for your kindness." Velen said gratefully.
All the sufferings in the past, the thousands of years of wandering, are like a nightmare after a nap.
Everything around him froze, and time seemed to stand still for a moment. A voice rang in Velen's ears: "Velen, I am the Lich King Arthas."
"Alsace?" Velen's heart thumped, and his mind returned to reality.
"Velen, do you have any hatred for the orcs?" Arthas asked.
Viren shook his head with an incomprehensible expression:
"As a prophet, I have already seen everything. It is destined that the Draenei were massacred by the orcs. The only thing to blame is fate. I have no hatred for the orcs."
Arthas chuckled and said, "What if the orcs ruin your best memories?"
A tall orc appeared at the celebration. He looked exactly like Thrall. He opened his huge mouth and looked ferocious, biting the surrounding Eredar people.
The Eredar screamed loudly in fear and ran away in all directions, completely ruining the beautiful celebration.
"No, I don't allow you to do this?" Viren said sadly.
A sharp sword appeared in front of Velen, and Arthas persuaded him: "Velen, why don't you pick up the sword and kill this hateful orc."
In the vision of memories, Velen picked up the sword and slashed at the tall orc.
But Velen finally got timid. Even though he knew it was an illusion, Velen still did not dare to fight against the orcs, and allowed the orcs who looked like Thrall to destroy his best memories.
Arthas asked strangely: "What are you worried about? What scares you and makes you so cowardly in the illusion. Open your eyes and see what Magtheridon is doing. The power of shadow
If you infiltrate Azeroth, the draenei on the Exodar will die too."
Velen slowly closed his eyes and said calmly: "This is the destiny of Azeroth, and no one can change it."
"Alsace" laughed heartily:
"The leader of the Draenei waiting to die on the wooden frame was almost deceived by you. It turns out that you have long been suspicious. You are just the eyes of the moon god Elune. The moon god Elune is observing through your eyes.
Everything, that’s why you are so timid, right?”
After being told what he was thinking, Viren's expression changed with shock, and he said in a daze: "This is just a guess, I can't confirm it yet."
"Arthas" said sadly: "Azeroth is facing life and death, and someone must take the initiative to stand up. If they are all cowards like you, is there any hope for this world?"
"Alsace" in the illusion becomes taller and taller, and Frostmourne is condensed with a terrifying power that seems to be able to sweep the entire world.
"This is the last strength of the Scourge, the last, the Lich King."