The sound of "Father" shook Fording's whole body, his face became distorted, and the nightmare he was unwilling to admit finally came true.
Since the last time he saw the true face of "Alsace", Fording found that his face looked very much like Tyran, so he had some bad guesses.
In Fording's subconscious, he was unwilling to admit that this was true. Unfortunately, this speculation continued to torture Fording deep in his heart.
Fording looked closely at the young man in front of him.
Yes, it was Taylan Fordring, although he became a living person.
"Damn it, my son Tyran is actually the Lich King."
Fording was furious, jealousy made him go crazy, and sneered: "This is really ironic. The goal I have been pursuing so hard has been realized in you, Lich King Tailan."
Tailan felt a strong killing intent, as if he would be torn into pieces by Fording the next moment, and hurriedly defended: "Father, please listen to me, this is not a choice I can make."
"Really?"
Fording looked ferocious and said sarcastically: "You are really my good son. When I was working hard with Thrall, when I was placed on the dining table for the orcs, when I was nailed to a wooden frame and bleeding to death, you
Just sit on that high throne and look at everything coldly."
Seeing Fording slowly lift the Ashbringer, the powerful holy light was like a small sun, Tyran was so frightened that his face turned pale, and he tried to distinguish:
"Father, this is not out of my will. Ever since I put on this helmet, there is only darkness in front of my eyes, and I can no longer feel the existence of my body. It's like living in a nightmare."
"It turns out you are just a poor puppet."
Fording felt a little better and put down the Ashbringer.
Looking at the Helm of Command on the ground, he had long heard that the Helm of Command had the effect of confusing people. It seemed to be true, and Fording somewhat believed it.
To become the Lich King, you need to pay a certain price. In Fording's view, this is a very reasonable explanation. Now Fording is thinking about how to become the Lich King.
"Tylan, my good son, in order to save Azeroth, I want to know where the Lich King Arthas is? How can I control the Scourge?"
Tailan's expression was calm, but his mind was running rapidly. He knew his father's ambition and domineering. If his answer was inappropriate, he would be killed by Fording immediately.
Since becoming the Lich King, Tyran has been trapped in this armor and has no idea what happened. In order to survive, Tyran decided to lie and replied:
"Father, the Scourge has fallen into senility, and Arthas is dead."
Fording showed an expression that was indeed true, as if he really believed it. Tailan hurriedly organized his words and prepared to make up a perfect story.
"That day I was destined to send my soul essence. In the hall of reflection, I saw all the natural disaster generals fell to the ground, extremely old. I saw with my own eyes that many generals turned into fly ash, and the remaining generals were also waiting.
To die, Arthas took the soul essence, but unfortunately it had no effect and turned into ashes in front of me, so I accidentally put on his armor and the helmet of command."
Tailan had a frightened expression on his face and said in horror: "Then everything went dark, and a voice told me that you are the new Lich King, and I don't know anything anymore."
Fordring secretly thought, if what Tyran said is true, then there must be something wrong with the Helm of Domination. The Lich King Arthas is dead, but his soul may be parasitic in the helmet.
Alsace, who lost his body, was just a helpless soul.
As long as you find a master who is proficient in soul torture, such as the Dread Lord of the Burning Legion, and torture Arthas' soul, you can obtain all the secrets of the Scourge.
But the Dread Lords are not reliable. They may also want to become the leader of natural disasters, which is really annoying. When Fording was thinking a lot, he heard Tyran say in surprise:
"It's Uncle Sal, long time no see."
"Sal?"
Fording was accustomed to showing a flattering smile, turned around hurriedly, and suddenly thought of something in his mind.
Tyran is just a humble human being, how can he be qualified to call the great savior Thrall his uncle? Thrall is not a kind-hearted person, so he is not afraid of being torn alive and eaten by Thrall.
Suddenly, Fording, who sensed something was wrong, responded immediately. He held the Ashbringer with both hands and turned around quickly. Sure enough, a sharp blade slashed towards him, it was the famous Frostmourne.
Ashbringer parried Frostmourne, but with a crash, Frostmourne shattered, and the sneak attack failed. Tailan was so frightened that his face was ashen.
"You actually want to kill me, you damn traitor, go to hell."
Fording is a stern father who advocates domineering and ruthlessness. His wife and children are only his private property. His son must obey his father and can deprive his wife and children of their lives at will.
The Ashbringer mercilessly pierced Tyran's chest, and the intense holy light released terrifying heat.
Tailan struggled painfully, his body quickly burned into ashes, a gust of wind blew by, and he disappeared without a trace.
"The evil Lich King is destined to die under the sword of me, Fordring. I am Tirion Fordring, the great leader of the Silver Northern Expedition. I am destined to be famous throughout the ages, to be famous throughout the ages, and to have my name praised by all people."
With a proud look on his face, Fording picked up the Helm of Command. This was the biggest gain of his trip.
Fordring was very satisfied with the result. No one knew whether it was Lich King Arthas or Tyran Fordring who died under his sword, except...
Turning around, Fording looked at the twenty-five carefully selected "elites" of Azeroth with an evil smile. Although each of them spent a lot of money, it was a pity that they saw something they shouldn't have seen.
Fording raised the Ashbringer in his hand and said ruthlessly: "You all deserve to die."
The third level of Icecrown Citadel.
The leaders of each tribe were on guard against each other, keeping a certain distance, and were eerily quiet.
Sal was the first to break the calm and said with a ferocious expression:
"The orcs saved Azeroth. After the Scourge was destroyed, I asked you each to donate half of your tribe to serve as the orcs' military rations and slaves. Why, aren't you willing?"
The leaders of each tribe had calm expressions and seemed to be confident. Thrall was suspicious in his heart and sneered: "It seems that you don't take us orcs seriously. Why don't we kill you all here and just say that you will die?"
In the hands of the Lich King, where are the dragon-blooded orcs?"
A strong fishy smell hit my face, and as the ground shook, a group of orcs walked out of the shadows. They were taller and stronger than ordinary orcs. Their skin was covered with thick dragon scales, and their faces were ferocious and terrifying. Although there were not many in number,
There were only two hundred of them, but they seemed like thousands of troops.
The invincible dragon-blooded orc is Thrall's last trump card. He said proudly:
"These two hundred dragon-blooded orcs were left by me in the early years. They have been protecting my secret palace, and now they are finally used. Sylvanas, you were once the ranger general of Silvermoon City. I wonder if you have the courage.
Challenge the dragon-blooded orcs?"
Sylvanas just smiled faintly and clapped her hands gently.
An unknown wind blew, and Thrall suddenly felt his scalp numb. He saw a banshee suddenly appear in the center of the dragon-blooded orc, making a harsh scream.
The dragon-blooded orcs were invincible in close combat, but their mental strength was very poor. After the terrifying scream, two hundred dragon-blooded orcs staggered, bleeding from their mouths and noses, and fell to the ground one after another.
Thrall hurriedly forced out an ugly smile: "Azeroth is like a family, I'm kidding everyone."