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- The cold wind howled and the sky was filled with ice and snow.
The cold air is filled with blood and stench. The originally pure white ice field was full of mutilated flesh and blood, severed limbs and the walking dead that were gnawing on the corpses.
The desperate wails and curses of the dying naval officers, the oozing sounds of ghouls chewing bones and internal organs, and the arrogant shouts and shouts of necromancers and cursed cultists all mixed into a chilling scene in the howling north wind. symphony.
At this moment, the land of Northrend is like a hell of evil spirits.
??In other words, since the undead natural disaster appeared on this extreme northern continent, it has been rapidly evolving into the terrifying title of "hell on earth", and will continue to do so in the future.
¡°Tsk!¡±
Frostmourne, flashing with ice runes, was slowly drawn out from the chest of a naval warrior wearing the epaulettes of a lieutenant colonel. The hot blood that lost the external pressure seemed to have found a channel to vent, turning into a blood arrow and sputtering out from the gap in the sword pierced by Frostmourne, spraying high.
Ignoring the blood stained on the Sargan armor, the death knight Arthas had no expression on his face. He flicked his rune sword to shake off the remaining blood beads, and continued to walk towards the next dying naval officer, but the pain had not yet ended.
"AhemAhemArthas Menethil, the fallen patricide, ahemaiding in evilpartnering with evillike those walking zombieskilling youryour kindthisthis is Is it what you want?"
¡°Chris, you¡¯re pissing me off. You know it¡¯s not going to do you any good!¡±
Looking down at the naval captain in front of him, Alsace's eyes flashed with hesitation, but his tone was still as cold as a knife, without a trace of emotion.
He knew this naval captain who was about his own age. He was Daelin Proudmoore's lieutenant. Because of their close relationship with Admiral Daelin and with Jaina, they had met more than once.
When Arthas was still the prince of Lordaeron, he always had a good impression of this sea boy who always had a sincere and generous smile on his face.
It¡¯s just that Alsace never thought about it. They will meet again in this scene
Chris is dying, and he plays the role of an executioner holding a butcher knife Harmonious conversations have become a luxury, and the faint friendship that once existed has disappeared. Hatred, status, and camps have made the two sides incompetent.
"Ha, ahem, Prince Alsacedo you still remember what wehad chatted about? A wise king will nevernever block his hearing and hearing, let alone prohibit the advice of his subjects and hissubjects! "
"It seemsyou who fell into darknesswill never learnhow to be a respected and lovedwise king"
The admiral¡¯s adjutant named Chris sneered. He pressed hard on the hideous wound on his lower abdomen, which was bleeding out and dyeing his shirt red, and said sternly with contempt and hatred on his face. It's just his dying body that makes these words sound weak.
Alsace knew that the hideous wound on Chris's waist left by the ghoul's fangs was draining the sea boy's last bit of life force. The plague toxin was flowing along the blood vessels at high speed, attacking the captain's adjutant's body. Flesh-body and brain.
Even if he doesn't do it. This former acquaintance had only a few minutes to live.
"I've had enough of your preaching, Chris!" The captain's words and deeds stung the death knight's mind, and the memory fragments that were discarded after becoming a death knight came flooding back in an instant. A blush appeared on his pale face. Alsace closed his eyes and breathed a long sigh of relief. He barely suppressed the anger boiling in his chest and spoke sternly:
"Tell me why the Kul Tiran navy appeared in Northrend! Tell me where the navy's temporary camp is! Tell me where Daelin Proudmoore retreated to with his remaining defeated generals?"
The sparkling Frostmourne has reached the navy captain's neck, and the cold frost breath even left three or four blood marks on the bronze neck:
"Tell me, Chris! Answer my question, and I will consider leaving you a whole body instead of letting you become a sustenance for my men!"
Compared to Alsace¡¯s pale and cold face. The navy captain's young and frail face was suddenly filled with an unabashed mocking smile, and his answer was not what he asked:
"Ha, you are afraid, Prince Alsace! Ahem, ahem, you are afraid!"
The wound on the lower abdomen seemed to be getting wider due to the navy captain's emotional ups and downs. Not only was the adjutant's blue and white Kul Tiran shirt stained red with starch, butThere was a pool of bright red blood on the ice and snow beneath the captain. After a violent cough, the navy captain spit out a large mouthful of blood. He yelled angrily with hatred in his eyes. That wayit's like a flashback!
"Is it because I hit a corner in your heart that you don't dare to face, or because you understand it but don't dare to admit that you are on the wrong path!" At this moment, Navy Captain Chris was lying in a pool of blood. . But the joy and courage that filled his body seemed to make the previous malaise and weakness disappear
"Patricide, I seem to have seen your tormented and brilliant mind! Arthas, you will never have peace, living in darkness and pain
"That's enough!" Suddenly, the death knight shouted loudly as if he had lost his mind, interrupting the navy captain's "curse": "You don't understand anything at all, Chris!"
"I'm tired of your noise and stupidity. Since you disobey my will then go to hell!"
As he spoke, the blade of Frostmourne had pierced the captain's adjutant's chest fiercely, and the evil runic power began to swallow up the last of the navy captain's life force.
But the navy captain, whose body was getting colder and his pupils were slowly dilating, held down the sharp Frostmourne tightly, not even caring that his fingers were cut off entirely. After letting out a burst of miserable laughter, he murmured a curse in a sleep-like tone:
"AlsaceI will save a good place for youin hell!"
"This daycan't be too far away!"
"I am waiting for you!"
After saying this, the palm falls and the life disappears
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An afternoon of fierce fighting finally came to an end.
The hustle and bustle on the battlefield has faded away.
Under the attack of the Undead Scourge, the Kul Tiran Navy had to break out with the help of artillery cover from warships on the sea after leaving behind thousands of corpses. The admiral himself was at a disadvantage in the brief confrontation with Alsace and was severely wounded.
If it weren¡¯t for the desperate rescue efforts of the Guard members, they would have almost died here.
More than two thousand naval officers who volunteered to stay behind were all sacrificed just like their temporary commander, Captain Chris. The heroes of the sea, who fought to the death and fought bravely, were ultimately no match for the sharp teeth and claws of the undead natural disaster. The pieces that were wiped out and torn apart
Arthas stood in front of a hill made of corpses wearing blue and white tabards, holding up Frostmourne. The dead naval officers whose bodies were still mostly intact squirmed up one after another, staring at him with dull eyes.
"More soldiers serve my lord." Arthas said, glancing at the corpse of the naval captain at his feet, a trace of confusion and hesitation flashed in his eyes.
"Sir, do you need to turn this guy who disobeys you into a zombie or a ghoul?" A curse cultist carefully approached the death knight and suggested with a flattering expression: "We can extract his memory. In this way, we can extract his memory." Come find those naval campsugh!"
But before the cursed cultist could finish speaking, the flattering and humble expression had already solidified on his face. Silently, Frostmourne had pierced the heart of the cursed cultist who had patted the horse's leg and looked in disbelief.
The flesh and blood peeled off and fell off from the body of the cursed cultist. In an instant, driven by the evil power in the Frostmourne sword, the talkative cursed cultist had turned into a bloody skeleton.
"I don't need you to guide me!"
He glanced coldly at the skeleton with its upper and lower jaws constantly opening and closing. Alsace suppressed the annoyance in his heart and breathed a long sigh of relief before finally finding an excuse for his behavior: "Stupid Chris just let him rot here slowly!"
At this moment, Arthas, who was in a complicated mood, did not realize that facing a "familiar" person like the captain's adjutant, he once again made the same choice he made after personally terminating his mentor, Uther the Lightbringer No desecrate their corpses
And the death knight¡¯s sudden move to kill the cursed cultists finally attracted the attention of the walking dead around them. Including the two natural disaster generals who led the bone giants and cave demons to rush for help.
The two undead leaders looked at each other, and finally walked hand in hand in the direction of the death knight.
"The Lich King has sent us to aid you, Death Knight. I am Lord Mallowgar, Waykeeper of the Frozen Throne."
The first person to speak was the terrifying undead holding a giant steel ax and commanding the Bone Giant. The monster moved its head. He opened his jaw and spoke in a low and cold toneIt made Alsace uneasy.
"Gatekeeper Crickhil, salute you, Lord Arthas!"
"Compared to the unspeakable undead construct, the other Nerubian who leads the Crypt Demon is much more humble. It was larger than those subordinates, standing tall among them like a flock of chickens. It walked easily across the snow toward Alsace, its steps deliberate and precise.
Arthas tried to find some familiar features in this incredible alien; to human eyes, Anub'arak, who he had worked with before, looked like the spider-shaped nerubi and beetles he had worked with. Mixture. And this guy who calls himself Gatekeeper Crickhill, if you remove the numerous tentacles and jointed limbs. It's more like an obelisk being carried on a spider-shaped "base"
"Thank you for your reinforcements colleagues."
Looking at these two terrifying undead with different shapes. Arthas thanked him with a straight face, and then looked at the weird insect lord Gatekeeper Crickhill:
"When we sent out troops to attack Quel'Thalas, Anub'arak led your people to join our army. They came just in time. Now I also welcome your assistance."
"You can ignore these Kul Tiran navy for now, but we don't have time to joke." After wiping away the blood stained by Frostmourne, Arthas changed the subject and went straight to the topic: "Since the Lich King sent you Come, you must know that he is in danger, and we must rush to the Frozen Throne immediately."
"That's right, my lord."
The person who answered was the humble insect lord. The ¡®gatekeeper¡¯ bowed and performed a ritual that seemed extremely weird to the death knight, and returned obediently:
"Illidan's troops have approached Icecrown, we must hurry up. And I invite you, sir, to follow me through a shortcut - the underground kingdom of the Nerubians that once belonged to us!"
"etc!"
"What Gatekeeper Crickhill said in the second half of the sentence, Arthas didn't listen at all. His attention was completely attracted by the name at the beginning.
"You mean Illidan?" The death knight frowned, looking in disbelief: "Illidan * Stormrage?"
"That blind night elf?"
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