Remember [New] in a second! Kel'Thuzad didn't take up the half-ridiculous and half-probing topic of Ronin, and lightly dismissed this passage with a light smile.

"The Duke of Deep Shadow is indeed far-sighted, but now is not the time to discuss this topic. The time we have to wait... seems to have come."

"look."

Following Kel'Thuzad's bone finger, everyone present looked up to the southeast of Icecrown Glacier, and even the entire Northrend continent.

"Buzz!"

A thick and long green beam of light suddenly burst through the air without any warning, and in an instant, it bombarded heavily on the open-air platform on the upper floor of Icecrown Citadel - the Frozen Throne.

Kel'Thuzad calmly waved his hand and enveloped several of his companions in the barrier. The broken ice and snow that fell due to the vibration of Icecrown Citadel were firmly blocked by the barrier.

Luo Ning stared at the green light beam that was still bombarding the Frozen Throne with horror on his face: "Where does this terrifying power come from? Does anyone want to completely sink the Icecrown Glacier?"

Icecrown Glacier, as the name suggests, this area is a giant glacier made up of frozen seawater. The thick glacier layer is not the land of Northrend, but the extremely cold seawater of the Arctic.

If this powerful force is allowed to continue to bombard it, no matter how strong the ice is, it will be torn apart by the huge energy, causing the entire Icecrown glacier area to sink into the sea.

"don’t worry."

Kel'Thuzad's expression remained calm: "Although I don't know who and where this energy came from, since it was Sharlayan's arrangement, he will not recklessly let this beam of fel energy sink Icecrown Glacier. .”

"After all... he knows better than anyone what is sealed under the land of Northrend."

"Once the Icecrown Glacier, which is part of Northrend, disappears, it will speed up the progress of that terrifying existence breaking free from the cage."

Knowing the inside story, Vereesa's eyes moved slightly, but she didn't say anything, just watched silently with the others as the beam of fel energy that showed no sign of fading continued to bombard the Frozen Throne.

Everyone in the area of ​​Icecrown Glacier could hear a painful cry that hit the soul.

Arthas, who was holding Frostmourne in his forehand and was killing on the front line, had the most intense reaction. He pressed his forehead with one hand and half knelt on the ground in pain. The tearing pain from his soul made him unable to hold Frostmourne tightly. .

"My knight! Return to the frozen...throne immediately! Ahhhhh! Quick! I can't last long, this scorching...uhhhhhh!"

The Lich King's anxious cry for help was mixed with screams. At this moment, Ner'zhul couldn't care less about pretending to improve his style.

Although the Frozen Throne made of eternally frozen ice has the blessing of the Helmet of Domination, this artifact from the Shadow Realm mainly acts on the soul realm, and its physical defense is not very strong.

What's more, this fel energy beam is also inspired by a divine weapon...or a magical weapon. Even if the power has weakened during the long-distance crossing, it is not Ner'zhul who is trapped in the Frozen Throne and cannot move. It can be prevented.

Ner'zhul, the Lich King, has long since ceased to exist. His soul resides in the eternally frozen ice, lingering on the helm of domination.

Once the Frozen Throne and the Helm of Dominion are destroyed, he will be out of his wits on the spot, and he will not even have the chance to enter the Shadow Realm to play the resurrection match.

After confirming that he was unable to fight back and stop the fel beam, the terrified Ner'zhul immediately "guessed" who shot it.

Archimonde the Defiler.

This guess cannot be said to be completely wrong, it can only be said that it is not relevant at all.

In any case, Ner'zhul is still self-aware.

Although he didn't know why Archimonde, who was fighting for the World Tree in Kalimdor, would suddenly try to erase himself, Ner'zhul was still ready to immediately implement the alternative plan he had prepared.

That's right, Ner'zhul, who considered defeat before winning, had predicted that his rebellion would inevitably bring punishment from the Burning Legion when he built the Icecrown Fortress.

Since the soul is sealed in the perpetually frozen ice and cannot move, Ner'zhul must first obtain a living body to carry his soul when he needs to escape from Icecrown Citadel.

Alsace is his chosen container.

As the Frozen Throne was hit head-on by the Eye of Sargeras, Ner'zhul's soul essence was flowing out through cracks in the eternally frozen ice.

Some high-ranking undead with powerful souls in the Scourge suddenly went into a trance, and stood there dumbfounded and began to doubt life.

Among them was the leader of the undead nerubians, Anubrekan, who briefly broke free from Ner'zhul's soul control during the battle of Azjonelub.

"What the **** am I doing?"

Anubrekhan, who had followed Alsace to advance forward, suddenly froze in place.

When Anubrekhan's mind began to flash back to what he had done in the past few years after his death, Arthas also struggled to stand up from the ice field, dragging Frostmourne backwards and staggering step by step against the direction of the undead army Go to Icecrown Citadel.

The two commanders went offline from the Helm of Dominion network one after another, and the undead army without further instructions gradually fell out of control, mechanically executing the last order issued by their superiors—to destroy the Burning Legion.

Alsace and Anubrekan were like two stubborn rocks standing in the middle of the river. A large number of undead bypassed their area and continued to charge forward.

Coincidentally, Gadin, a high-ranking psychic who sits behind the army, also broke free from Ner'zhul's brainwashing control.

However, he didn't fall into self-reflection like Anubrekan, and just left the barracks quietly after thinking for a while in the tent.

In today's chaotic situation, no one paid attention to where Gadin went, and everyone's eyes were focused on the end of the evil beam.

When Arthas stumbled back to the interior of Icecrown Citadel, he accidentally bumped into the two Dreadlords who were about to enter the Frozen Throne to destroy Ner'zhul in one fell swoop.

Balnazzar and Detherok also felt the vibration of Icecrown Citadel, but they didn't know what happened because they couldn't see the sky, and they still planned to behead Ner'zhul according to the original plan.

Neither Arthas nor the two Dreadlords expected to bump into each other at this juncture.

"Damn..."

Arthas is in a very bad state at this time. The powerful soul power bestowed on him by the Lich King to manipulate Frostmourne has disappeared, and the magic sword, which is usually as light as a hair, is now as heavy as a thousand pounds, unable to give him the blessing of power from the artifact .

Alsace, who was temporarily beaten back to his original form, was left with only his own strength, an ordinary mortal who had not yet entered the legendary realm.

Although I don't know why Prince Alsace, who was still high-spirited before, suddenly became so weak, for Balnazar and Detherok, this happened to be an excellent opportunity to avenge their compatriots and eradicate those who stood in their way.

At the same time that the battle between Alsace and the Dreadlord was about to start, Yin Lidan, who was manipulating the Eye of Sargeras far away in the Broken Isles, suddenly changed his expression slightly, and stopped a large number of magic rituals to extract the energy of the magic net.

Yin Lidan turned his head to look, and saw that the Nightborne garrison led by the great magister Elisande was approaching his position without any haste from a distance.

"Oh~"

Yin Lidan showed a knowing expression on his face: "It seems that it's time... Vashqi, let's withdraw."

Vaschi: "Follow orders~lightnovelpub.net~Master Yin Lidan."

Salayan mentioned when he interviewed Yin Lidan in Kalimdor that someone would show up to stop him at the right time.

Brother Stormrage was born in Valsara, and Valshara was also under the management of Suramar City at that time. Of course Yin Lidan knew the city lord of Suramar, Elisande.

The first time he saw the great magister, Yin Lidan realized that she was the one Salayan had mentioned.

Salayan had already proved his ability to Yin Lidan through practical actions, and Yin Lidan didn't want to conflict with him prematurely because of some unnecessary persistence.

When Elisande led the team to the destination, Yin Lidan and Vaschi had already evacuated the scene in an orderly manner.

"This power..."

Elisande frowned slightly and looked at the center of the ceremony field where the Eye of Sargeras had been installed before, and squatted down worriedly to check the complicated pattern of the magic circle engraved on the ground.

"Sharlayan, are you really sure you can restrain this unrestrained demon hunter? If he blasts the power of the Eye of Sargeras at us... the consequences will be disastrous."