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Just as the rescue team from behind was busy preparing to rescue the "crazy" His Majesty Arthas, the king of Lordaeron was already approaching his "place of destiny".

Dragonblight, at the end of this boundless blizzard, in the glaciers that have lasted ten thousand years, those shadows, the shadows of history, linger on this snowfield. This is the center of the Northrend continent, and it is also the place where the earth and the floating world are.

Where the ice meets, the hidden dark power is entangled in this snow, and the sun and moon are no longer visible.

Long before the lich descended on this continent, the power of darkness was entangled under this glacier. Those disorderly and gloomy forces were waiting for an opportunity to break through. Now... they have waited.

"That voice, right here...it's calling me."

After arduously crossing the glacier road, and then arduously crossing the territory of those ancient snow-burrowing insects, which can easily grow to more than 30 meters long, have the ability to freeze, and have giant jaws as strong as steel, covered with gray

Every time a monster in black horny armor appears in human society, it will cause terrible panic, but in this ancient glacier, they are everywhere.

Alsace's strong armor was full of traces of acid corrosion, and the warhammer in his hand was stained with disgusting and suspicious green slime. Behind him, Farric's image was also very bad. Fortunately, behind him,

Maven, who was injured before, has regained the ability to walk, and the black horse that miraculously followed them all the way here is invincible.

In front of the panting three people, there is a cave formed by the self-collapse of a glacier over a long period of time. This place is different from other places. Although it is cold in the snow, there is still light shining. But standing at the entrance of this cave

, all the light seemed to be absorbed by something in the cave. The cold wind cave in front of Alsace was, without exaggeration, like the sharp-toothed mouth of a giant beast, waiting for the rash.

The prey enters on its own initiative.

"Your Majesty, this..."

The two captains of guards subconsciously clenched their weapons, and Alsace also held the war hammer with both hands. He glanced at the two people behind him, with a hint of stubbornness in his eyes.

"We're already here, I can't go back any further."

"This is my fate, the fate of the victim Arthas..."

After saying that, the young king strode into it. The light in the cave was beating like a door to a dark hell.

But there were no other enemies in the cave, or in other words, those ghosts hidden in the cold wind were not awakened by Alsace under the influence of another force.

The three people walked all the way to the deepest part of the cave. On top of the sharp ice cubes like a throne raised by thousands of years of ice, a dark magic sword was floating there silently. The dark and gloomy power came from the cold air.

The energy slowly poured into this sword, and the more obscure power was emitted from the jagged blade of the icy blue magic sword with a skull hanging from it, just like breathing.

"That's it... Frostmourne, the sword that appeared in my dream. It will bring the power to change everything, protection, and the power to fight back."

Arthas was like a man who was fascinated, walking step by step towards the suspended long sword. The power of Menethil in his hand, the finely forged war hammer, unconsciously drew from the king's fingers.

The light in his eyes became dim, and his long golden hair moved without any wind. Finally, he stood in front of the sword.

"Only by transforming into a more terrifying demon can we defeat the evil demon. I...have come to fulfill my destiny."

As he spoke, Alsace raised his hand and grabbed the long sword filled with cold light. At this moment, a deep voice suddenly sounded deeper in the cave.

"Back off! Arthas Menethil... What is before you is a heavy fate that does not belong to you..."

Tyrion, wearing a ferocious black armor, the Blade of Dawn slowly walked out of the escaping halo of darkness. He held the hilt of the Ashbringer in his left hand, and the heavy sword of darkness was held in his hand without carrying it.

On the face of the helmet, there was a hint of seriousness and a touch of sarcasm in the ice-blue eyes.

"Listen to me and go back, immature king..."
Chapter completed!