Frozen Throne.

The Lich King sat quietly on this icy throne, like a sculpture covered in snow.

The endless snowfall of the goose feathers accompanied by the howling cold wind fell on the top platform of this ice crown fortress, and the runes inscribed on the frosty sad sword body still exudes ice blue light.

A small group of figures slowly came up from the ground, then stopped opposite the platform, and stood calmly against the Lich King.

"What? The light of self-righteous justice is finally here ... Should I drop Frostmourne and ask for your forgiveness, Verding?"

Tirion took a step forward, and the Ashbringer in his hand shone with the hot light.

"We will make you die, Arthas. This is the greatest kindness for you who have committed many crimes."

The Lich King rose sharply, holding the Frostmourne's sadness step by step down the steps in front of the Frozen Throne.

"Let me tell you in person that when everything is over you will beg my forgiveness, and I will reject you. Your wail of pain will be the best proof of my wild power!"

"I will let you live to see this doomsday, Fording! This tragic world will be recast in my hands, and I don't want the most powerful warrior of the Holy Light to miss it all."

"So ... come on, warriors, let go of your anger!"

Tirion took a deep breath and stared directly at the Lich King.

A roar came, and the giant fortress Naxxramas floated up from below.

At the top of the fort, the Dark Queen Sylvanas stood there.

Beside her, a little girl who was full of resentment whistled spirit, stared at the Lich King below with her eyes with blood and tears.

At this moment, the roar of dragons rang through the sky.

The dark body of Marigos appeared from the dark clouds.

Behind him, the overwhelming blue dragon emerged through the clouds and circled around the Frozen Throne.

"You will pay the price of everything you do to me, the Lich King!"

The ice-blue energy in Sindra Gossa's eyes flashed violently, and the frost dragon queen was now angry.

"So ... Warriors, attack!"

On the platform, Tirion Fortin finally issued an attack order, and then he held up the Ashbringer and rushed forward.

The current scene is a bit tragic.

The Lich King will face these countless powerhouses with his own strength.

Frostmourne collided with the Ashbringer, and the ice of death and the light of punishment caused a fierce energy wave that separated them again.

The Lich King turned and waved a sword, resisting the "Dawning Morning Light" chop in Princess Caria's hand, raised her left hand, and a entanglement of death forced the demon sword girl who wanted to rush up and cut herself.

"I ... no more problems ... no more questions!"

A frosty arrow screamed and hit the left arm of the Lich King severely.

Jaina waved her staff and looked at the Lich King's eyes with no sign of reluctance.

"You are the strongest warriors of Azeroth! My obstructions have been resolved by you one by one, and my most brave slaves have fallen under your relentless anger and blade."

"Is it really the Holy Light that drives you? I'm curious ... you train them very well, Fording!"

The Lich King roared loudly and blasted the dwarf death knight named Oscar, and his disgusting fat, to the fly. The dwarf shouted and fell on the edge of the platform, and the dust messenger in his hand fell. next to.

A spirit scream echoed in the Lich King's mind, slowing him painfully.

A dozen resentful ghost hands stretched out from the ground, holding on to the Lich King's legs.

Pamela teleported behind the Lich King, a sharp grudge clawing out, smashing a piece of armor on the Lich King's chest.

A shadow arrow mixed with the power of dawn followed, stabbing into the broken position of the armor.

"Doomsday!"

Pain, pain after a long absence.

This group of enemies besieged themselves, causing themselves long-lost pain.

The Lich King inserted Frostmourne into the ground, and fierce energy spread out.

"Doomsday!"

The platform of the Frozen Throne was trembling violently, and then, the outermost platform was shattered.

In the distant sky, a large number of Vagri came towards the platform, and they wanted to help their masters.

Elite undead emerged from the ground, roaring towards the enemy closest to them.

The Blue Dragon Legion immediately began to cast. They temporarily replaced the outer periphery of the platform that had collapsed with arcane energy, and restored the battlefield range as before.

Syndragoza whistled down from the sky, and a cold wind of death gushed from her mouth.

The Lich King, who turned on the Magic Absorption Shield, had just stopped the blow, and was then hit hard by Marigos' dragon claw, where the original arcane energy was flowing.

The Lich King completely fell into the wind during the massacre, and his death was near.

Dark Lord Mograine flashed over to the Lich King, and before he had just split a sword at Princess Caria before he had time to take back, a frost-sorrowful blade caught, the energy of death immediately let He was extremely miserable.

"Quick, Tirion!"

Tirion didn't hesitate, and immediately seized the opportunity. He held the Ashbringer and leapt high.

Subsequently. . .

Frostmourne is broken.

It was chopped off in the fiercest of the Ashbringer and shattered.

The energy in the sword body exploded immediately, and the violent air blasted all the people around.

"This is impossible..."

Before the Lich King finished, Frostmourne, which had become a broken sword, leaped out of his hand.

Countless souls emerged from the sword, spinning rapidly, surrounding the Lich King.

"It's over ... finally ... it's free! It's time for liquidation!"

The soul of the old King Terenas stood aside and shouted in an echoing voice.

"I ... no more problems ... no more questions ..."

The Lich King was entangled in the air by countless souls, and made a nearly muttering sound.

Sylvanas nodded to the eldest son of God beside him, "Gather all the pieces of the sword, and don't leave any one behind!"

In the center of the platform, the anger of the souls constantly attacked the Lich King, and it seemed to vent all the anger from their death to the present.

In the end, the Lich King slammed to the ground and could no longer climb.

The souls began to dissipate, leaving Terenas alone.

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Pamela nodded, and looked at the crowd around her who was also looking at herself.

"Go ahead, the Lich King has countless crimes, but you are the one he can't erase."

Tirion looked at Pamela and smiled kindly.

Pamela walked slowly to the Lich King, looking calm.

"We used to ... trust you so much that you can save us from the undead."

"But ... you betrayed all of us, and you couldn't return my parents to me."

The sharp ghost hands of resentment pierced the Lich King's heart.

"So you have to pay for your crimes, His Royal Highness Prince Alsace."

Pamela looked at the eyes under the Lich King's helmet, who also looked at the little girl who gave him his final blow.

Turned over to the ground, the ice-blue helmet rolled down.

Terenas's soul gently supported Arthas's head.

"Everything ... is it over? Father?"

"It's over, it's over."

"In front of my eyes ... there is only darkness ..."

All sane Arthas recovered briefly, and looked at the crowd around him.

There are those who know, and some who don't.

But all this is no longer important, it is over.

In his father's arms, Arthas' eyes slowly closed.

Lich King. . .

died.

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