Chapter nine hundred and fifty second: subject to the storm
At the suggestion of Frost King Malak, the surrender ceremony was arranged next to an icy lake on the border of Zul'Drak.
Although the lake is frozen all year round, there are beautiful hot springs beside the lake. The hot spring water rich in magic erupts diagonally from deep underground. The mist is misty and reflects the colorful light, just like the legendary Pantheon.
Kits led his staff to the ice lake first and was immediately attracted by the beautiful scenery here. They built a high platform by the lake and moved the throne to the top of the platform. Kits would condescendingly accept the Frost King Malak
of surrender.
Frost King Malak took the warlord Zolmaz and rushed to the ice lake with only a dozen guards. Along the way, the warlord Zolmaz chattered endlessly and kept clamoring about how to fight the alliance.
After entering the ice lake area and seeing the well-organized royal guards, Warlord Zormaz immediately fell silent, like a quail fluttering its wings and showing off its cuteness.
The surrender ceremony began. Frost King Malak half-knelt on the ground and saluted the Alliance King on the high platform. Warlord Zolmaz knelt down behind Malak without being reminded.
Kites magnanimously asked the Frost King Malak to start fighting and speak. Malak quickly jumped up and held his head high, neither humble nor arrogant. Zolmaz, on the other hand, crawled on the ground for a long time before he got up. The royal guards looked serious and worked hard.
Suppressing a smile.
What followed was a series of ceremonies, and when it came time to give away the loot, Frost King Malak presented the special products of the Zul'Drak Empire, some rare gems, etc.!
But there are no Frost Gloves on the gift list.
Kits didn't care. He was sitting on the high platform, his thoughts were wandering, and he didn't know what he was thinking about. He was enjoying the feeling of being high up. However, a staff member below the high platform screamed:
"Frost King Malak, you are so brave, why don't you offer the Frost Gloves."
Warlord Zolmaz had no idea what was going on, but he knew that the Fist of Frost was a symbol of the power of the Zul'Drak Empire, so he secretly looked at Malak's expression.
Frost King Malak bowed deeply to Gitus and said loudly:
"Your Majesty the King, the Frost Gloves are of great significance to our Zul'Drak Empire. They are a symbol of the king's power. Please forgive me for leaving this inherited relic in the Zul'Drak Empire."
Gitus was in a bad mood. He thought to himself that I had spared your people and preserved the Zul'Drak Empire, but I couldn't even bear to part with a weapon. However, he didn't know how to deal with this situation and looked at the staff under the high platform.
One of the staff members stood up and reprimanded loudly:
"Frost King Malak, instead of being grateful to His Majesty the King for his kindness and kindness, you dare to go against His Majesty the King's wishes. You are seeking your own death."
Frost King Malak ignored his staff and just stared at the king: "Your Majesty the King, I have absolutely no doubts about the alliance. What do you think?"
Kits hesitated for a moment and felt that what his staff said made sense. It was too insincere not to part with a single weapon, so he kept a straight face and tried to look dignified:
"Frost King Malak, do you want the Frost Gloves or your Zul'Drak Empire?"
Frost King Malak's tall body was shaken, his fangs slightly raised, he turned to look at the warlord Zolmaz, and asked:
"Zolmaz, do you remember what you said?"
Warlord Zolmaz was trembling, his courage had already left him, he just lowered his head and tried his best to put away his fangs, not daring to say anything.
"What you want to do but can't do, I will do it for you."
Frost King Malak opened his arms, faced the king on the high platform, and said loudly:
"Your Majesty, King of Stormwind City, welcome your doom. Bear the wrath of the Zul'Drak Empire, and the Drakkari Frost Trolls will never surrender."
Frost King Malak's eyes flashed with a cold light, and a glove exuding cold air appeared on his right hand, and he pressed down hard in the direction of the ice lake.
There were bursts of explosions, and countless cracks appeared on the ice lake. Warlord Zolmaz looked at all this in surprise. In his memory, the ice lake had never changed.
The blue lake water gushes out, and tall figures gush out at the same time.
They were monsters made of ice. They were as tall as two humans. They were so numerous that they could not be seen at a glance. Their bodies were covered with jagged ice spikes. They howled and charged towards the royal guards of Stormwind City.
Gitus was shocked. His staff had already considered the possibility of an ambush, so they sent out two thousand elite royal guards. If they wanted to eat this team, the Zul'Drak Empire would need to send at least tens of thousands of trolls.
It is difficult to hide large-scale redeployments from MI7.
But what I didn't expect was that there were thousands of ice elements hidden within the ice lake.
Thousands of ice elements acted at the same time, and the surrounding temperature dropped extremely fast. The cold caused the guards to move stiffly. Once they were hit by the cold air of the ice elements, they would freeze in the ice.
On the first day of the battle, hundreds of royal guards were accidentally frozen into ice.
Frost King Malak looked at the frightened Kites from a distance and shouted provocatively: "Come down, Your Majesty, only one king can walk out of the ice lake alive today."
Kits knew he had to fight. In fact, like all passionate young people, he was full of passion and longed for a hearty battle.
"Frost King Malak, you have deceived me."
Gitus drew out a pair of elven swords, and the phantom of the wolf god appeared behind him. He jumped down from the high platform, swung his swords fiercely, and slashed at Malak like a violent storm.
Frost King Malak knew that Kits, who had been blessed by the Wolf God, was unstoppable. Malak, who had hundreds of years of combat experience, fought and retreated, trying to drain Kits's physical strength.
The ice element slaughtered the royal guards, and several staff members were frozen into ice sculptures because they were unable to dodge. Among them was the one who advised him and asked for the Frost Gloves.
Gitus was heartbroken when he saw this, and slashed at Frost King Malak fiercely.
"Cunning troll, this is a conspiracy, a trap that has been prepared long ago."
The power of the Wolf God seemed to be endless, making up for Kits' lack of combat experience. Frost King Malak was too tired to deal with it, and instead exhausted his energy first. His hair was disheveled and he was in a mess. He had to hide behind the ice element and borrow the help of it.
I took this opportunity to shout loudly:
"That's wrong. You went too far. You shouldn't have asked for the Frost Gloves."
Kits chopped a few ice elements into pieces. Hearing this, he was stunned for a moment and began to understand that he seemed to have done something wrong. Unfortunately, it was already at this point and it was too late to regret.
Several court mages teamed up to throw a web of flames, temporarily driving back the ice element. An archmage stopped the crazy Kites and advised:
"Your Majesty the King, retreat quickly."
Kits looked around and saw a large number of royal guards dead in battle. Only a few formed a formation to resist tenaciously, but defeat would be inevitable sooner or later.
What makes Kits even more distressed is that none of the staff he brought survived. Kits knew that although the power of the wolf god was powerful, it could not fight these thousands of ice elements, so he could only choose to retreat.
An archmage opened the portal, and Kits was the first to rush into the portal.
Returning to the camp of Darklon Fortress, Kites looked at the few people around him, feeling desolate in his heart.
A team of two thousand people walked out, but only less than ten people came back. Kites gritted his teeth with hatred and almost fainted!
"Start a war, launch a full-scale war against the Zul'Drak Empire, and fight to the death!"
Kits, dazzled by hatred, once again made an impulsive decision.