The illusion around Velen was shattered, and he found that he was still nailed to the high wooden frame, his body swaying in the cold wind of Northrend.
But at this moment, the ice protecting "Alsace" cracked.
Magtheridon and Thrall screamed again, trying to escape without looking back.
Unfortunately, it was too late. The ice shattered with a "crash". "Alsace" stood up from the throne, took a few steps forward and came to the bottom of the throne. He let out an angry roar and inserted Frostmourne into the thick layer.
corpses piled on top.
The terrifying power of ice quickly spread in all directions, and all the soldiers of the Burning Legion, including Magtheridon, were frozen inside and outside Icecrown Citadel.
Thrall was surprised to find that he was floating in the air, with a gentle force protecting him. At this moment, Icecrown Fortress was completely white, and all the soldiers of the Burning Legion were frozen into ice sculptures. Outside Icecrown Fortress, there were countless hells.
Fire was not immune either.
Thrall was not the only one who was saved. What made him very angry was that many leaders of the alliance and tribe were also floating in the air, protected by a layer of faint milky white light like Thrall.
It's just that Thrall still didn't notice Lor'themar Theron in the corner.
Thrall lowered his head and looked at the Frozen Throne, and saw "Alsace" pulling out Frostmourne from the pile of corpses. The soldiers of the Burning Legion were shattered into powder and scattered in the wind without a trace, as if they had never come.
to this world.
"Such a terrifying power." Thrall was trembling with fear. He thought Alsace was doomed, but he didn't expect that he still had great strength hidden inside.
"What is the principle of this shield?"
Robbie and Kel'Thuzad were also observing the milky white light protecting Thrall and others. The Scourge Mages were constantly making calculations and recording various experimental data.
The more contact you have with Luna, the fewer secrets she has,
At this moment, "Alsace" seemed to have no strength, staggering towards the Frozen Throne step by step, like an old man who sat on the throne for a long time and stopped all actions.
The cold wind howled, and countless amounts of ice and snow swirled, covering the Frozen Throne, covering everything on the throne.
The milky white light protected Thrall and landed at the foot of a hill. Thrall saw the angel.
"What happened?" Sal asked hurriedly.
The angel explained calmly: "Moon God Elune learned of your conspiracy and took the opportunity to test the Scourge Legion. As expected, the Scourge Legion still has hidden strength."
Thrall asked unwillingly: "No, no, this is not fair. My perfect plan was to wipe out the Alliance and Horde in one fell swoop. From now on, only the orcs will be left in Azeroth."
The divine envoy roared angrily: "Idiot, you almost ruined this world. If the power of shadow penetrates into Azeroth, it will not only be as simple as the destruction of living beings, but the Moon God's plan for many years may come to nothing. Okay, Marceli
This sudden madness probably didn’t even occur to Moon God.”
Thrall said with a strange expression: "So, it was Arthas who saved Azeroth."
The divine envoy did not deny: "In a sense, it is indeed the case."
Thrall rolled his eyes and asked fiercely: "Why not kill all the leaders of the Alliance and the Horde? They are just a bunch of useless trash."
The divine envoy glanced at Thrall and warned: "How can you fathom the wisdom of God? Remember, Thrall, all you need is obedience."
Thrall sighed. Fortunately, although he failed to kill the leaders of the various tribes, after this battle, the alliance and the tribe were severely damaged, and the orcs were able to take advantage of the opportunity to develop.
The divine envoy warned: "Thall, I will send you to see the leaders of each tribe and tell them that you are only obeying the orders of the Moon God. Remember, the alliance and the tribe must still unite."
Thrall suddenly thought of something and asked sinisterly: "Arthas is such a big fool, he actually saved this damn world. How should we treat him?"
The angel also laughed and said viciously:
"Of course, kill him? The person who saves the world will have some kind of connection with Azeroth. Killing him will bring unexpected punishment, so let Fording be the scapegoat."
Thrall nodded and breathed a sigh of relief: "The Scourge Legion is finally finished."
The leaders of the alliance and the tribe fell in a mountain col. The nails nailing their hands and feet broke away on their own initiative, and the wounds disappeared. Everyone looked in a trance, as if they were experiencing a dream.
But this painful memory still remains in their hearts.
"What on earth is going on?" Cairn Bloodhoof asked loudly.
Velen still had an incomprehensible expression: "The Holy Light protects us, and the benevolent Moon God guides our way forward. I think we will get an explanation soon."
Jaina gritted her teeth and said, "Have you forgotten how Thrall treated us?"
Wo'jin rolled his eyes: "I think there must be a misunderstanding here. You all know that the great savior Thrall is kind and kind, and he would never do such a thing."
Everyone was talking a lot and had different speculations.
Not long after, the divine envoy took the lead and explained to everyone in a leisurely manner:
"Thank you for your hard work. All of this is the Moon God Elune's test of the Scourge. Facts have proved that the Scourge still hides its strength. Don't worry, Thrall is still a great and benevolent savior. Your most loyal old man.
Friends, I hope you can put aside your past grudges."
The leaders of the Alliance and the Horde were silent. With their wisdom, they could see that the matter was probably not simple, but no one dared to expose the cruel truth.
Magni Bronzebeard said regretfully: "What a pity King Varian."
Vol'jin also sighed: "I am very sorry for the fall of Sylvanas."
The divine messenger smiled faintly and said: "Moon God Elune is kind and will not sacrifice any innocent life."
Two figures appeared in front of everyone, it was Varian and Sylvanas.
Varian is no longer an undead, but has returned to human form. His expression is majestic and calm, as if he is a true leader of the Alliance.
Sylvanas looked at the ground low-key, with something different in her eyes.
The return of the two leaders did not dispel everyone's concerns. Magni Bronzebeard quickly understood that this was probably Varian from a parallel dimension.
As for Sylvanas, Bronzebeard clearly felt a sense of strangeness, as if her soul had been torn apart and put back together again, as if she had experienced the process of resurrection from the dead.
The so-called superior leaders are, after all, just pawns of God, and they have no control over their own actions.
What's even more cruel is that no one mentioned the soldiers who died in Icecrown Citadel. To the great leader, these are just cold numbers.
The divine envoy specifically told Fording: "The Dove of Peace will soon send a new group of soldiers, Fording, the glory of killing Arthas still belongs to you."
Under the complicated gazes of everyone, Fording beamed with joy and hurriedly said: "Thanks to the great moon god Elune, I will personally end the Lich King Arthas."
Everyone present saw the desolation of "Alsace" after exhausting his energy. He was probably dead, or had only breathed his last breath. There was no glory in what Fording did.
Ending the Lich King Arthas was a boring farce. All the leaders expressed no interest and left Northrend. But they didn't know that the fun had just begun.