The coffin in front of Sylvanas seems to hide an evil devil.
Gul'dan stared at the coffin seriously, with a solemn look on his face, and his blood-red pupils occasionally flashed with fear.
Sylvanas listened with a smile, occasionally nodding her head, her expression very relaxed.
Inside the coffin, an extremely dangerous aura spread, and everyone present felt a terrible crisis.
Even Prince Makzhar, the arrogant Black Hand Chief, showed fear.
Everyone was frightened and did not dare to breathe.
"Gul'dan."
Sylvanas was the first to break the silence and sneered: "You are so cunning, you actually used illusions to deceive me into thinking that Karazhan is a city, but you ignored an important point.
"I am the Queen of Darkness. I can inquire about the dead souls living here. They told me some interesting things. Hundreds of years ago, this place was really a human city. Unfortunately, I was not born yet! They told me
It is a city that has been sacrificed for the sins that have been committed here, and now the time for retribution has come.”
"Are you crazy, Sylvanas? You won't get anything by doing this." Gul'dan shouted, almost roaring: "What's the point of doing this to you?"
Sylvanas' rotten face showed a crazy expression, and she said with a ferocious smile:
"The order I got is to capture Karazhan. If I can't do it, then let this place become the realm of the dead, the place of death, and let those secrets be buried forever."
"No, actually we can talk." Gul'dan begged in a rare way:
"What do you want? There are countless accumulations and countless magic gems in Karazhan's treasure house, making you the richest person in Azeroth. If you are interested in magic, Medivh's collection of books will definitely satisfy you."
Sylvanas said word by word: "I want, the Book of Medivh."
Gul'dan was startled. Who wouldn't want to get the Book of Medivh? It was the summary of Medivh's life magic.
If you have this book in hand, you can activate all the defensive formations in Karazhan, so how can Sylvanas be able to attack it?
It's a pity that no one can open the mirror in Medivh's bedroom.
Sylvanas noticed Gul'dan's hesitation and decided to continue to exert pressure and asked:
"Why, aren't you going to agree? Since you can negotiate with me, of course you can also negotiate with others, just to make sure nothing goes wrong."
Sylvanas held her head high, assumed the posture of a queen, and ordered in a deep voice:
"Open the coffin."
The coffin slowly opened, revealing the face of a young man, wearing heavy black armor, with his hands crossed on his chest, without a helmet, with slightly dull blond hair and a rather handsome face.
His eyes were closed tightly and his skin was slightly shiny, as if he was sleeping soundly.
"He is not Alsace."
Gul'dan let out a long breath. He felt the powerful power of death from inside the coffin. If it was the Lich King Arthas who came in person, even if it was just a corpse, he would have no choice but to raise his hands and surrender.
As long as it's not Alsace, it'll be easy. There must be a way.
Sylvanas sneered:
"Of course he is not Arthas. Back then, the Alliance paid an extremely heavy price to open the passage to the Frozen Throne. Warriors from the Alliance and the Horde rushed up together. No one knew what happened in that battle.
Leaving behind frozen corpses on the ground. The only one who survived
Only Tirion Fordring, the traitor, failed to become the Lich King, which made me completely despair. I jumped off the Ice Throne and wanted to die. Fortunately, I was rescued by Val'kyr. I was in the Frozen Throne.
The body was found at the bottom of the Abyss, wearing the Lich King's armor."
Sylvanas's expression became more and more ferocious, her eyes full of madness.
"This corpse contains most of the power of the dead in the Frozen Throne. It is a perfect container. He is the motivation for me to live and fight."
Sylvanas suddenly let out a piercing scream, she flew up, turned into a terrifying banshee, and got into the young man's body in the coffin.
Then, the young man opened his eyes, extremely crazy.
A bright rune flashed between the young man's eyebrows. If Robbie were here, he would definitely recognize that this was the fourth rune of the dead, natural disaster.
"A natural disaster is coming."
Sylvanas possessed the young corpse and made an evil voice.
Countless dead souls emerged from the ground. They were countless ghosts. They howled in pain, gathered around the young man, and penetrated into the young man's body, making him more and more powerful.
"I am the Lich King, I am Sylvanas, what are you going to use against me, Gul'dan."
The man's voice and the woman's voice were mixed together, and a sense of fear surged in Gul'dan's heart.
"Quick, quick, stop him, seal Karazhan, don't let him in."
Gul'dan was extremely anxious. Although he was not the real Lich King Arthas, Sylvanas' super-controlled body at this moment conveyed part of the Lich King's power.
More and more dead souls emerged from the ground as if inspired, becoming an army of natural disasters.
Sylvanas controlled the young man's corpse and walked forward step by step. The speed of walking was not fast, and the ground shook with every footfall, like an earthquake.
The door to Karazhan is closed, and the magic shield has been repaired.
With just one punch, the indestructible magic shield shattered, and then with another punch, the gate of Karazhan collapsed. The young man's corpse slowly walked towards the interior of Karazhan. Under his feet, the unclean ground
Spread out slowly.
"Who can stop him?"
The resourceful Gul'dan had no choice but to look at his subordinates.
Duke Alpha showed a bitter smile: "Don't count on me, my ability is far from Medivh. Prince Maczhar, you were once the general of the Burning Legion, you will definitely be able to defeat Sylvanas."
"This is the power of the dead, the power of the Lich King Arthas. You know how much our legion suffered at the hands of Arthas. If it hadn't been for this group of fools from Azeroth who raided the Frozen Throne, our legion would have given up.
Azeroth, damn it, I admit, I am no match for him."
Prince Makzhar was actually frightened.
"Can't all of us be able to deal with her alone?"
The chaste saint asked unwillingly. Her power of holy light restrained the power of the dead, but this was only when the match was evenly matched. Apparently Sylvanas absorbed the wronged souls left behind by the lost city hundreds of years ago and became a
Be extremely powerful.
"Look at his feet." Prince Makzhar reminded in a low voice.
Under the young man's feet, the gray unclean land continued to expand, forming a pure realm of the undead. Countless corpses crawled out of the ground, and many innocent souls were transformed by the power of the unclean land and became soldiers of the Scourge Legion.
Duke Alpha knew Alsace better than anyone here, and he analyzed uneasily:
"Although it is only part of the power of the Lich King, these summoned undead are also new recruits, and have not been mutated or enhanced. But at this moment, he alone is the legion. No, no, he must be stopped. If this undead realm spreads throughout the entire
Karazhan, we will lose, and we will all become undead in the end."
Sylvanas controlled the young man's corpse and moved forward slowly at a speed slower than walking. The realm of the undead gradually expanded and covered the entire banquet hall.
As long as the servants in Karazhan are contaminated even a little, they will turn into undead soldiers and have no choice but to retreat.
"It's too powerful. This is only part of the Lich King's power. How did the Alliance and the Horde destroy the Lich King back then?" Gul'dan shivered with fear, lost his usual composure, and asked uneasily.
Duke Alpha knew the most about that period of history. He said in a deep voice: "This is all a conspiracy of Thrall and Tirion Fordring. They knew that Arthas only wanted to eliminate the tribe, or specifically, only for the orcs, so they let
The human soldiers were leading the front, Arthas couldn't bear to kill his own people, and the Scourge basically took the initiative to avoid fighting.
"At that time, Icecrown Citadel was densely packed with natural disasters. They used the flesh and blood of Alliance soldiers to break through a passage. Tirion Fordring took the opportunity to send elites trained in the Silver Championship to kill the Frozen Throne in one fell swoop.
, destroyed the Lich King, but unexpectedly, one move was missing, and Duke Bolvar succeeded the Lich King."
"Have mercy on those Alliance soldiers, Varian is such a fool." Prince Maczal mocked.
"Otherwise, how could Varian become the great king of the Alliance?" Duke Alpha sarcastically said.
"Tirion Fordring." Gul'dan suddenly thought of something, and his blood-red pupils radiated excitement: "Yes, isn't the Ashbringer in Fording's hands? He will definitely be able to defeat Hill.
Vanas.”
"But Fording is far away in the ice and snow of Northrend, and it's too late." Duke Alpha reminded.
Gul'dan smiled cruelly and said: "This is Karazhan. The space foundation is weak and is very suitable for summoning spells. I am a warlock. I can force Fording to summon Fording to Karazhan. In order to survive, he can only help us fight."