The agreed time to attack Icecrown Citadel has arrived.
Fording was much more cautious this time. He did not prepare for the overwhelming media. Only Big Candle Jager led a few reliable editors to follow, carefully recording this war that was destined to go down in history.
Thrall the Savior, King Varian, Sylvanas, Magni Bronzebeard, and Jaina each led a small number of guards and gathered at the Argent Crusade camp.
Thrall had a mocking look on his face and said with a smile: "Hey, Fording, all the heroes of Azeroth are here this time, and they will definitely help you eliminate those hateful plague rats."
Fording's old face turned red, and he flattered him: "Great savior Thrall, all glory belongs to you."
Jaina waved her hand with a very bored expression: "Let's go, Arthas has lived long enough."
Twenty-five carefully selected "elites" of Azeroth followed Fording and rushed to Icecrown Citadel together with the leaders of various races.
Thrall, who had made a fortune, had gained an army of 100,000 orcs. He was full of confidence and glowing. He talked loudly along the way and looked forward to the future of Azeroth.
"After the destruction of the Scourge, the Alliance and the Horde should unite and work together to build a beautiful Azeroth. We orcs are the saviors of Azeroth and have saved the world time and time again. We should become the most advanced race in the world.
Enjoy the offerings of all ethnic groups.”
The leaders of various ethnic groups seemed to be preoccupied and ignored the arrogant Thrall.
Only Fording said flatteringly: "The savior is right, the orcs deserve to enjoy this honor. Orgrimmar has a harsh environment and difficult conditions. I suggest that the orcs move to Stormwind City, facing the sea, with spring flowers blooming, and warm
Sea breeze, this is worthy of a great orc."
Varian couldn't help but ask: "Fording, what should we do about the people of Stormwind City?"
Fording said coldly: "Of course humans will give up Stormwind City, or stay here to serve as military rations for the orcs."
Varian frowned and asked: "Fording, don't forget that you are also a human."
Fording said sadly: "I feel ashamed of this human body, and I wish I could turn into a noble orc immediately."
Varian shook his head and said with a complex expression: "Fording, you are really a complete evil person, a scum among mankind."
Far from being annoyed, Fording said proudly:
"I betrayed countless humans and fed them to the orcs, but in the hearts of the people of Stormwind City, I am a great hero. Varian, are you still far behind?"
Varian was so angry that he gritted his teeth and finally endured it.
The team successfully entered Icecrown Citadel and encountered a large number of plague rats on the third floor. This time everyone was prepared and cleared the way easily.
On the passage leading to the fourth floor, there was only a wall of ice firmly blocking the entrance.
Fording snorted coldly and said in a low voice:
"A wall of ice just wants to block the wrath of revenge. Alsace, who has committed numerous crimes, is simply a wishful thinking."
Fording raised the Ashbringer and slashed at the thick ice wall. He slashed it hundreds of times before cutting off a piece of ice the size of his fist. Fording gasped from exhaustion.
"Step back, incompetent Fording, let me do it." Jaina muttered a spell, and a big fireball hit the ice wall, but unfortunately the ice wall was not damaged.
Thrall frowned after seeing this. Arthas only used a wall of ice to block the heroes of all races. What should he do?
Suddenly, a weak voice came, sounding like Alsace:
"Look who is here. A group of warriors who claim to be righteous have gathered in front of my door. Unfortunately, a wall of ice blocks you. Fording, you who have committed numerous crimes, do you have the courage to ascend the Frozen Throne and fight with me?
I'll meet you."
After receiving Alsace's invitation, Fording felt his scalp numb. It was obvious that Alsace was in a weak state and was dying, but Fording was still not something that Fording could resist.
Thrall raised the corner of his mouth and responded loudly: "Arthas, Fordring, the spokesperson of the Holy Light, is the bravest paladin in Azeroth. Of course he will not refuse this invitation."
Turning his head, Thrall looked at Fording fiercely:
"Fording, you must prove your courage to everyone."
Sylvanas said arrogantly: "Fording, I hope you won't let me down."
Varian smiled sarcastically: "Our warrior Fordring has defeated the Lich King countless times. Are you afraid?"
Magni Bronzebeard said nothing and just shook the Storm Hammer in his hand.
A gap appeared in the ice wall.
Under the coercion of many leaders, Fording had no choice but to step onto the Frozen Throne, followed by twenty-five so-called "elites" who had bought their spots at a high price.
The Ice Throne is still the same as last time, covered with thick corpses. The cold has made these corpses freeze hard, and the frozen blood still shows a bright red color.
There were roars all around, and the never-ending ice storm enveloped the Frozen Throne.
Looking at the mountains of corpses, the twenty-five elites were trembling with fear. Many were unable to move forward due to fear, and several girls were so frightened that they fainted.
"Alsace" said sarcastically:
"Fording, are these the warriors you carefully selected? I see the wealth in them, why should I put this burden on their weak shoulders?"
Fording immediately used his best method and said with a flattering face:
"The great Lich King Arthas, I admire you very much, please accept my humble respect."
Fording was about to kneel on the ground and worship, but he was held up by a force and could not bend his legs.
Arthas' majestic voice echoed from the Frozen Throne:
"Ridiculous Spokesperson of the Holy Light, look at this frozen castle. You cannot break through this solid ice wall alone. You actually foolishly thought you could destroy the Lich King."
Fording's teeth were chattering uncontrollably, and he just wanted to turn around and run away.
At this moment, the Frozen Throne fell into silence, and there was no sound coming from the throne.
After a long time, Fording had the courage to look up at the throne.
On the throne, the Lich King "Alsace" was motionless, his bright eyes had been extinguished, and he seemed to have fallen into an eternal sleep.
Fording grabbed an elite next to him, pointed at the Frozen Throne and said, "Go up and have a look."
This "elite" rolled his eyes and fainted.
"What a useless coward." Fording grabbed another elite, and the Ashbringer placed it on his neck: "Go up and have a look, or I will kill you?"
This "elite" is a young blood elf, who is said to be the cousin of the regent Lord Lor'themar. He has been pampered all his life. He is good at music, chess, calligraphy, painting, and knitting. He has never participated in a battle. He is so frightened that he can only walk step by step.
The Frozen Throne.
After falling down many times, the blood elf finally climbed onto the throne, plucked up the courage to look at it for a while, and shouted: "He is dead, he is dead."
Dead?
Is Lich King Arthas really dead?
Fording was so excited that he almost screamed and climbed the long stairs carefully.
Seeing that the "Lich King" was still silent, Fording's first thing was to try to take off the Helm of Dominance. Legend has it that as long as you wear this helmet, you can become the new Lich King.
"call!"
A faint sound of breathing was heard, and Fording screamed in fright. His feet slipped and he rolled down the high steps. Also rolling down with him was "Alsace".
The Helm of Command rolled aside, revealing a young face, looking at Fording in surprise: