Terion has told his subordinates more than once that the premise of cooperation is sacrifice. Only sacrifice can bring mutual trust and cooperation between the two parties. This sacrifice can be material and give each other precious exchanges; it can also be spiritual, compromise your own views to achieve a state of seeking common ground while reserving differences between the two parties.

But one thing is very important. When seeking cooperation, you must ensure that what you give is what the other party needs... otherwise it will turn into the dilemma at this time.

The Lich King mobilized his huge soul power and the cold magic power in the entire black spire, trapping the dizzy Wagris who were smashed by heavy energy in the energy storm. The Grand Lord of the Dark Blade suddenly stood up and flashed into the energy storm in front of him like lightning.

He was so leisurely that he stabbed the sword wrapped in his hand with black fire into the chests of one Wagri after another, just like the god of death who was strolling to harvest his soul.

His cooperation with the Lich King was perfect. The Wagris didn't expect that the Lich King, who had just helped them, sold them cleanly in a blink of an eye. No one could have imagined this betrayal of cooperation. They could not imagine why the Lich King chose to cooperate with Terion, and they would not know the "stories" that happened between the two.

The only shadow Valkyrie Anchelde who could break free from this double blow was screaming and trying to save her companion, but amid the low laughter of Terion, her companions were "dead in battle" faster than she imagined. Being the leader of Wagri proved that Anchelde had her own decision. Seeing that everything was about to collapse, the Valkyrie gritted her teeth and forcibly tear open the barriers of the two worlds.

However, just as she jumped into the shadow world, Agasa, who had long been ambushed, shouted, kicked her in the chest, kicking Anchelde, who was caught off guard, and once again kicked Anchelde back to the real world and fell back into the energy storm. Her uncontrollable body, when she felt the cold breath approaching quickly, she wanted to turn around, but it was too late.

"puff"

The sharp blade pierced Anchelde's chest from behind, and the final enemy was captured, causing the Lich King to stop the energy storm in the air.

Anchelde was held in a very ambiguous position by Terion and slowly landed on the circular platform. At the moment when the horizon of her soul began to blur, she heard the communication between Terion and the Lich King:

"Neozu, happy cooperation..."

"Happy cooperation...Terion...my old friend."

"clang"

Anchelde's burial spear fell weakly on the ice. She raised her head with difficulty and saw her companions. In her blurry vision, the black wings behind those companions had turned back into the pale symbolizing freedom, and they, one after another, knelt behind Terion, as if they were kneeling down to worship their...the new leader.

"Ah, Hela...I...I'm finally...I'm going to be free."

"Curse you!"

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This is not the first time Terion has shattered Shadow Wagri's connection with the Deep of the Underworld.

This work requires very meticulous techniques at the beginning, and any movement at the soul level needs to be very meticulous. Once the core of the Wagris and others is destroyed, the spirit bodies of these Valkyrie will become very unstable.

After all, they were made by the original Titan Guardians. The essence of these spirits is beyond explanation by the magic civilization today. In other words, each Wagri is a fine toy, and it will be difficult to repair it if it is broken, unless Terion can obtain the mysterious knowledge that the Guardian Odin hides in Valagalli, the sky fortress.

But no matter how complicated the work is, it is to be familiar with it again and again. In less than ten minutes, seven Wagri's soul locks except Anchelde were smashed. According to Agasa, Anchelde was the most trusted adjutant of the sea witch's eldest sister Hela hundreds of thousands of years ago. Therefore, the soul lock in the soul of this powerful Shadow Valkyrie leader needs Terion to spend more time unlocking.

"Go, take your fellow citizens back to Stormwind City first..."

Terion looked at Agasa, who was holding Anchelde in a princess hug, and he said to his Wagri:

"Let Annara treat her, wait for me to go back."

"Thank you for everything you have done for my fellow countrymen..."

Agasa sincerely expressed his gratitude to Terion. Although Terion no longer needs to use the soul contract to unlock the soul locks of Wagrims, this is still a heavy burden for the Great Lord.

Terion patted her on the shoulder, then carried the wooden box wrapped in chains, watching the Wagris walk into the shadow world.

Behind him, the Lich King, who was sealed in the ice, whispered:

"It's amazing. Look at these Wagris, pure soul creatures...just like me, but they still have things I don't have, freedom... What an enviable form."

"Clang"

The wooden box in Terion's hand was dotted on the ice cube. He looked at the Lich King's ice cube, and he said:

"But what use do you want it? Freedom... Freedom is just a fantasy that hinders our pace!"

"Bang"

The wooden box in Terion's hand suddenly shattered, and the deep blue frost sadness sank in the air in front of the two of them. Terion looked at the sword and said in a deep voice:

"Arsace, you want him to get this sword and want him to be your carrier and to give you "freedom" again...Neozu, tell me, did the orc who was willing to step into hell completely fall? Did you feel satisfied just by killing an Archmond?"

Faced with Terion's questioning, the Lich King was silent. After a few seconds, the ghost frozen in the ice let out a low sigh.

"No, I'm not satisfied..."

"Look at me now, Terion, I have become a bodyless ghost, living in this ice that imprisons me and protects me, my will can span every corner of the world, but what is the point?"

"My existence has been erased from all levels, and there is no more orc named Nerozu, and no more shaman who is willing to give everything for the resurrection of the race. No more... What's the use of my freedom? Terion, I chose Arthas just because he is very suitable to hold the sorrow of Frost, that's all, the sorrow of Frost requires a sword holder!"

"And I, I have never forgotten your agreement, I am very satisfied with Archmond's death, I look forward to the end of the fraudster... and I know that you will not let me down."

The Lich King's voice fell, and the Grand Lord of the Dark Blade closed his eyes slightly. After a moment, he nodded.

"Yes, that's why I'm here, my friends. But Alsace, and those young people, I don't allow you to find sword-holders among them, and they occupy a very important position in my plan."

"What an excessive demand!"

The Lich King's voice became a little irritable, but soon he calmed down. Between the ice, the ghost was observing Terion from his own perspective, and he spoke:

"But, it's not impossible to discuss... Tell me about your plan, the trap of fraudsters."

A ray of light flashed in Terion's narrowed eyes, he rubbed his chin and said softly:

"Have you ever met Tikdios? The Fear Demon Lord who was sent back to cultivate here."

"Of course, I'm still curious, why is that idiot not dead yet?"

Ner's pride said with a trace of bone-broken hatred:

"When it was sent back, only half of its life was left. I don't believe it to escape the light you used to kill Archmond, so there was only one explanation. Someone was secretly helping it, and... and I also found a little weirdness. In the soul of the fearful demon king, I felt a trace of dissonance, as if... there was a parasite in its soul."

"Hmm? What did you say?"

Terion's expression changed for a moment, and then he heard the Lich King's hesitant answer:

"Oh, that might just be my hallucination. I could still feel it when it was sent back, but in the next few days, the incongruity slowly disappeared. When it returned to the stars, its soul seemed to have completely recovered and turned into that disgusting posture."

"That's good."

Hearing the Lich King say this, Terion relieved himself. The soul strength of the ghost in front of him was almost the most powerful group of Azeroth. In addition, Ner's soul was transformed by the fraudsters. If Ner's soul could not see the changes in Ticdios' soul, it means that something implanted in the soul of the Demon King will not be so easy to discover.

"What I want to say is the Fear Demon King. They are the traits of the fraudsters. I used some "special" methods to send some important news to the Fear Demon King. They are now looking for something important to the Dark Titans all over the world. Once they find those things, the fraudsters will not sit idly by."

Terion described his plan to the Lich King in a low tone:

"He will come to Azeroth in person to supervise the actions of the terror demons to find holy objects. Those things are very important, so he will not pretend to be someone else. Once he enters this world... under the threat of the dark blade, he will definitely rely on you. Don't forget that with our joint efforts, the current Scourge Legion is still "loyal to" the Burning Legion..."

"You will personally lead him into the trap I have prepared for him. Naozu, such revenge, such a joy of stabbing the fraudster behind the back, and watching him fall into the endless abyss with your own eyes... I promise you, Naozu, my friend, I promise you that you can complete the revenge you desire with your own hands, you can see the fraudster kneeling on his knees and beg for mercy, and I know that you will cruelly reject him!"

Terion's voice was filled with ferocity and cunning, like a real villain. He walked to the front of the frozen throne, reached out and placed his hand on the bone-broken ice. He looked at the empty armor in the ice and whispered:

"Now, the only thing I can't be sure of is... Are you the kind of Avenger I need? Neozu, are you?"

Silence...long silence.

A few minutes later, a long sigh rang out on the open-air throne, and Ner's voice echoed in the bone-broken cold wind:

"Ah, I really want to stab the sadness of Frost into the heart of the fraudster with my own hands... that was my lifelong wish, but a pity... it was a pity that I could not do it anymore."

"Terion, my friend, will all this you said really come true?"

"certainly!"

The great lord raised his fingers and knocked on the cold ice a few times. He said in a deep voice:

"I promise! You can look at it with your eyes, my friend, and, have I ever let you down?"

"I need you to bury all the hatred, everything in the past, all the humiliation, those pains, everything that the fraudsters have taken from you, I need you to bury them, buried them in the deepest part of the soul, I want you to wait patiently, I want you to be the most loyal servant of the fraudsters, until that day, I will give you the opportunity to release them all!"

"You just need to remember that our goals are consistent. Although the path we are taking is not clear, it is just a different destination. There are many heroes walking on the same path as you. Cowardly mortals cannot understand our sacrifices. But it doesn't matter. We will know that my career, all of these, and those sacrifices are worth it."

"Wait, do you understand?"

Terion stood up, shook the restless apocalypse in his hand. After the sword broke through the shackles of his own with the help of Archmond's soul, it urgently hoped to meet his "brother". Now, before Frost's sorrow was suspended in the throne of the Ice, the apocalypse had been buzzing restlessly, as if it was demonstrating to Frost's sorrow.

But Frost's sadness is very silent. It just floats in the cold air, slowly rotating without saying a word...

Well, the sword itself doesn't speak...it's not as noisy as Apocalypse.

"I'm leaving, Neozu, old friend, maybe we won't meet again for a long time."

Terion turned around, and as the black fire pounded, the strange bone sword aura disappeared in his hands, and he said without looking back:

"Help me watch the situation of the storm cliff, tell me the first time if there is any news...I look forward to our next meeting..."

"Bye now..."

Terion's figure disappeared on the large platform on the top of the black spire. In the air behind him, the dark and cold wind and snow slowly floated down from the dark sky again, as if it was about to cover the large platform in the endless snow again.

The sadness of frost slowly hangs before the throne, and the invisible soul of the Lich King is like a hand brushing through the cold blade.

"Do we believe him? Frost's sadness?"

"I know... you want to have a sword-holder. You are not willing to be compared by your "brother". I know... don't be anxious... don't be anxious, I will find you a good master... I swear..."
Chapter completed!