There is not much time left for the Scourge, only the final battle is left, and Arthas has been making preparations.
Regardless of victory or defeat, the Scourge must leave this world.
Throughout Northrend, several armies of the Horde were watching.
The situation at hand is very serious. After the Scourge Legion retreats, there are still countless low-level undead remaining in the world, and they must be left to a reliable candidate.
Vol'jin, Garrosh and several other ambitious people not only want to gain the glory of destroying the Scourge, but also want to become the new Lich King and control this terrible army to conquer the world.
Robbie heard what Alsace meant, but he could only refuse politely and whispered:
"The Duke of Bolvar is the most suitable candidate."
Alsace shook his head: "It's not that I don't trust the Duke, but people can change, especially if you have the power to conquer the world, you may be swallowed up by ambition."
Robbie's expression was extremely serious: "If Bolvar breaks his oath, I will personally kill him and sink his body into the darkest abyss."
Alsace let out a sigh of relief: "This way, I feel relieved."
The two arrived at the highest point of the Icecrown Barrier, the top of the Ice Royal Family, and looked at the northern area of the Icecrown Glacier, where the Silver Arena was later located.
It was a dark place, a forbidden area of life set by the Moon God, with terrifying low temperatures and severe cold, never-ending winds that could tear everything apart, and a key area that controlled the Aitrite ore.
It is also the location of the Scourge's final battle.
The Forgotten Abyss is located in the southern part of Icecrown Glacier, quite close to Icecrown Citadel, the base camp of the Scourge.
Tirion Fordring originally refused to enter such a dangerous place. He had just been resurrected from the undead to human form, and he did not want to die in a battle with the Scourge.
It's a pity that Fording has no choice. Only at the bottom of the Forgotten Abyss can there be enough power of the ancient gods to pollute the black heart.
Tyran Fordring sent the latest news, the Scourge Corps stopped all actions, and all the troops shrank into the Ice Crown Fortress. Only Fording had the courage to take action.
The airship landed near the Forgotten Abyss. Fording stepped off the airship uneasily, holding the still beating black heart in his hand, and stood on the edge of the Forgotten Abyss.
The envoy followed Fording and carefully looked around.
After the Scourge Corps reduced its forces, the entire Icecrown Glacier was silent, and no undead creatures could be seen.
The messenger became bolder and comforted him in a low voice:
"Fording, a magic beacon has been set up on the heart. Once the heart is contaminated by the power of the ancient gods, which means that you are completely separated from the undead past, we can send it up and destroy it with your own hands.
"
Fording suddenly sighed:
"Actually, I really miss the days when I was an undead. I had endless lifespan and didn't have to fight for my ambitions. I really want to find a cold tomb and live like this."
The envoy frowned fiercely, looking unhappy, and asked: "Why do you have such an idea? Don't forget our great cause."
Fording suddenly shuddered, and he couldn't help but close his eyes and throw the black heart into the abyss.
Near the Forgotten Abyss, there was a small town belonging to the Scourge. Now it was deserted. Fording and the Divine Envoy strolled into the town.
This place is no different from a human town, with neat streets and familiar Lordaeron architectural style. In the center of the town, a cathedral stands.
Looking at this splendid cathedral, the envoy asked puzzledly:
"Do the undead also need faith? Which god do they believe in?"
Fording got a lot of information from Tailan and knew more, so he explained:
"The Scourge are mainly the people of Lordaeron. They are no different from what they were in life. Many people continue the habits they had in life and believe in the Holy Light."
The divine envoy smiled and said: "Interesting, the undead believe in the Holy Light. In other words, this is a Holy Light Church!"
Fording squinted his eyes and his thoughts started to work: "No, what I saw was a big stage. The stage that allows me to return to my peak moment only requires a good script."
Garrosh revealed Fordring's undead identity, causing his reputation to be at its lowest point. Now that Fordring has turned back into a human and regained control of the Holy Light, he needs to restore his reputation.
The divine envoy was also very interested and said seriously: "I know a golden-haired kobold named Big Candle Garg, the best screenwriter in Azeroth."
Icecap Glacier is inaccessible, and even if earth-shattering events occur, it is difficult for people to know about it.
In order to cause enough sensation, Jaina and Vol'jin personally came forward, invited well-known media personnel from all over Azeroth, and arrived in the town in advance by airship.
After the airship landed, a large group of media personnel rushed to the town and took pictures everywhere. Among them, the big candle was the most comfortable, surrounded by a large group of media personnel.
A sexy female panda asked coquettishly:
"Master Jiage, what big event is going to happen here? Can you tell me a little bit in advance so that we can prepare the manuscript in advance?"
The big candle Gag crossed his legs, smoked Stratholme tobacco, and puffed away:
"Everyone, you will witness with me a great historical event, including love and hatred, good and evil, struggle and giving up. The Lich King Arthas will show you how to give up the good side of human nature and
Sanctioned by Tirion Fordring."
Upon hearing "love, hate, love and hatred", the female panda's eyes lit up and she asked: "Master Jager, is the heroine Jaina, who has a love-hate relationship with Alsace?"
"Ahem!"
Big Candle Gaggar was a little embarrassed. A story without love is incomplete, so he could only use his quick wit and said:
"This is in the next scene. Jaina ventured into the Hall of Reflection in order to save Arthas' soul. Today's story tells about Arthas' failed redemption. The story starts with an ordinary adventurer.
"An adventurer discovered the soul of a little boy near the Forgotten Abyss. He was the kind side of Alsace. Under the guidance of the little boy, the adventurer found Alsace's abandoned heart at the bottom of the Forgotten Abyss.
"The adventurer sent the heart to the Dark Cathedral. The benevolent Fording thought there was a chance to save Arthas, so he planned to use the Holy Light to redeem the heart. Who would have thought that this was a trap, and Alsace had already ambushed the Dark Cathedral. Today.
, everyone will witness the ultimate showdown between good and evil."
Numerous media people were recording it like chickens pecking at rice. Everyone's blood was boiling and their eyes were shining, realizing that this was big news.
Many media people paid a high price to hire a mage. Once the prepared manuscript was completed, it was sent directly back to the headquarters for immediate reporting.
Near the Dark Cathedral, Fording was already ready. He nodded to the divine envoy on the side, and strode towards the Dark Cathedral with the Ashbringer on his back.
The Divine Envoy silently looked at Fording's back. Suddenly, an orc scout asked to see him and said respectfully: "Master Divine Envoy, General Garrosh is here to invite you."
"Garrosh, huh, this guy has ruined Fordring's reputation. I haven't even settled the score with him yet, yet he has the nerve to come see me."
The divine envoy waved his hand and said to the orc scouts: "Lead the way ahead."