Frozen Throne

Plank was enjoying a meal prepared by a Pandaren in the restaurant. Ever since the Pandaren from the Wandering Isle joined, he decisively let the original chef assist the Pandaren. He had to admit that these big-bellied fellows were natural gourmets. The Pandaren showed these country bumpkins what real food was.

He forked a piece of tender fish, about to enjoy it, when cheers suddenly erupted on the ship. A crew member ran in and shouted, "We see land!"

Plank immediately dropped his food and hurried out, as did the other heroes.

After drifting at sea for more than two months, they had finally reached their destination!

Most of the people ran to the deck, waving their arms and cheering loudly.

"Make way, make way, let me see the New World!" Plank pushed aside the people by the railing and took out his telescope.

There was indeed a large piece of land in front of him, but upon closer inspection, he confirmed that it was just a relatively large island. This was clearly not the continent of Kalimdor, which Aiden described as being the size of the Eastern Kingdoms!

"Who the hell reported the false information? Tell him he's lost his dinner!" Plank shouted angrily.

When the other crew members heard it was an island, their cheers came to an abrupt halt. The first mate came up and cautiously asked, "Captain, should we land?"

"Go over and take a look. Same as always!" Plank waved his hand impatiently.

"What a disappointment!"

"Made me happy for nothing."

The other heroes immediately felt bored. They returned to the restaurant to continue their lunch.

Plank had barely eaten two bites when the first mate ran down again.

"What is it now?" Plank asked with a stern face.

"Captain, our lookout saw that there is a battle on the island—a group of murlocs and merfolk-shaped monsters are attacking the island's inhabitants!"

"Make sure if the ones being attacked are tauren. If they are, call me. If not, ignore it," Plank replied impatiently.

The first mate was dismissed. Plank had just eaten two bites when the Grim Tidings suddenly shook violently, splashing the soup on the table onto him.

"Who the hell dares to touch my Grim Tidings!" Plank immediately flew into a rage, grabbed his short gun and cutlass, and stormed out.

A pirate ran in again, shouting anxiously, "Captain, the monsters are attacking our ship! What should we do?"

"What should we do? Blast them, of course!" Plank kicked the pirate and shouted, "Prepare for battle!"

Hecarim rushed out of the cabin, shouting excitedly, "Finally, I can stretch my muscles!"

Alistair snorted and roared, "Disturbing my meal is unforgivable!"

Xin Zhao also clenched his fists excitedly, eager to try his skills. When he passed Fizz's table, he noticed that the little yordle was still busy eating, and he couldn't help but say, "Fizz, there's a fight!"

Fizz rolled his eyes and said, "My eating time is indispensable!"

On the sea, countless murlocs and naga were attacking their sea ships. More and more warriors emerged from the cabins with weapons, driving away these annoying fellows. The pirates held muskets and fired at these sea creatures. The tauren protected the deck, knocking back any fellows who tried to board the ship.

Plank shot down a naga that climbed up and spat on its corpse. He saw on the island in the distance that more murlocs and naga were swimming ashore, besieging the island's natives. The natives, who were at a clear disadvantage in numbers, could only retreat under their attack.

"Aim at the monsters on the shore, and fire the cannons!" Plank shouted.

The fleet began to change formation, turning its side to the island. Hundreds of cannons on the side of the ship roared, and cannonballs fell like raindrops on the shore, blasting the invaders into the sky. After firing several rounds in succession, the naga and murlocs had no choice but to retreat under the combined attack of the island's natives, leaving corpses all over the ground and fleeing back into the sea.

Hecarim ran back and forth on the sea, his glaive reaping countless lives. He let out wanton laughter, and the enemies were terrified wherever he went.

The well-fed Fizz also jumped into the sea. He summoned a large group of dragon sharks, driving these big guys to bite one murloc and naga after another to death. He himself also waved his trident, constantly chasing and killing the enemy.

Those naga still dared to fight, but for some reason, the murlocs ran away as if they had seen a ghost when they saw him.

Although in the eyes of outsiders, his appearance was somewhat similar to these Azeroth murlocs, Fizz himself did not think so. He was a Kema, and his people had built huge cities underwater. How could they be compared to these stupid murlocs who couldn't even speak properly? Even in appearance, the difference was huge—the Kema didn't have dorsal fins, and they had necks!

This was simply the difference between gnolls and humans, but the other guys would actually confuse them. They really had no vision at all!

When all these enemies had retreated, Plank saw a small boat drifting over. At this time, he realized what kind of natives he had saved—it was actually a group of trolls!

What to do? The commander doesn't seem to have such instructions!

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Aiden would naturally not hear Plank's inner voice on another continent. After deciding to cut off his retreat and fight with his back to the water, the heroes crossed the portal and arrived at the Frozen Throne.

This was the summit of Icecrown Citadel, where the cold wind howled all year round, and water dripped into ice. At the end of the platform, at the end of the long steps, was the Frozen Throne—the soul of the Lich King Ner'zhul was frozen in that eternal ice!

Beside his throne, several Scourge leaders were guarding him.

Death Knight Broxigar Saurfang;

Lich Dar'Khan Drathir;

And three other new faces, they were the keepers in Icecrown Citadel.

Bone monster Lord Marrowgar; the new leader of the Cult of the Damned, Lady Deathwhisper, and the Scourge's plague researcher, Professor Putricide!

The five Scourge generals were facing enemies far more powerful than them:

Orc warrior Varok Saurfang; human mage Rhonin; elf ranger Vereesa; paladin Mograine. These were the four heroes of Azeroth.

And the heroes of the Valoran Federation were even more terrifying. Even excluding the five heroes who stayed in Frostwing Hall, there were a full 15 people here!

Whether it was quality or quantity, they completely crushed the Scourge's side. When Kassadin, who had finished destroying the teleportation array, also arrived here, they would officially start the war!

Saurfang strode forward and shouted to the Death Knight in front of the Frozen Throne: "Broxigar, I said, you won't be proud for too long! Now is the time for your end!"

"So what? Let me beg for mercy? Come on, my brother, let's have a good fight! Give me a glorious death!" Broxigar stepped forward with his rune battleaxe.

"I will bring back your body and bury you in the place where our ancestors sleep," Saurfang replied seriously.

Vereesa also clearly saw the lich Dar'Khan standing next to Saurfang, and she couldn't help but step forward and question: "It really is you, Dar'Khan! Why did you betray Quel'Thalas!"

"Because… I want eternal life!" Dar'Khan let out a low laugh, "I don't want to die without value, become gradually decaying bones in the tomb, and eventually be forgotten by everyone!"

"Is it worth betraying and falling for this?" Vereesa sarcastically said, "But you still have to face death now!"

"At least I tried!" Dar'Khan's voice did not show any regret, as if he had completely let go.

Aiden said: "Alright, Frostwing Hall is still waiting for support, don't waste time on words. Attack, kill them!"

'You will pay an unimaginable price… Killing a demigod is not a simple matter!'

Ner'zhul's voice came from the minds of the heroes.

"That's not something you need to worry about, Ner'zhul!" Aiden raised the Silver Judgment, "We charge!"

The heroes swarmed up and attacked the icy steps leading to the Frozen Throne!

'Go, my servants. I will grant you great power!' The Lich King Ner'zhul also conveyed his will to the five Scourge heroes. Almost at the same time, they felt their power greatly improved, all of which was the energy transmitted from Ner'zhul on the Frozen Throne!

Bone Lord Marrowgar was the first to meet them. This bone monster was ten meters tall, holding a huge axe in his bone claws, and slammed it down on the first hero to rush up—Sejuani, Fury of the North!

Sejuani was fearless and threw out a lasso. This weapon, crafted from extreme ice, spun and bound the skeletal monster's body. The power of extreme ice was unleashed, its might maximized in this icy and snowy land, completely freezing Marrowgar.

"Bristle, go!" Sejuani kicked the wild boar beneath her, and it immediately charged forward with her on its back. She swung her flail, heavily smashing it against Marrowgar's chest, shattering a large pile of bones. However, this monster was simply too tall, otherwise, this blow would have certainly hit its head!

Kayle and Pamyel, this pair of angels, also flew up, the burning holy flames scorching this reckless skeletal monster.

Seeing that the Bone Lord was already struggling, Brox immediately rode his skeletal warhorse and charged forward.

"Your opponent is me, my brother!" High Overlord Saurfang roared, intercepting Brox.

"Get out of my way!" Brox cleaved down with his axe. Saurfang had not anticipated that Brox's strength would suddenly surge so much compared to their previous encounter in the Endless Sea. The Lich King was providing immense power to the death knights from behind, to the extent that Saurfang was blasted away with just one blow. The plate armor on his chest was cleaved open by this axe, and the wound inside was oozing blood.

"Cough cough…" Saurfang struggled to stand up. Aiden pressed him down, "Don't move!" He summoned the energy of the Holy Light to heal the orc.

"His power… has increased by at least twice as much!" Saurfang reminded, "Be careful!"

Dar'Khan was casting a spell when Kassadin suddenly jumped in front of him, the Nether Blade emitting a burst of energy, interrupting his spell. Then, Rhonin's arcane spells came crashing down, forcing him to deal with them exhaustedly.

Lady Deathwhisper was entangled by Lissandra, and she also had to be careful of the bullets constantly fired by Miss Fortune from afar with her twin guns.

If the others were only struggling somewhat, Professor Putricide was almost unable to resist--he had originally prepared to throw some highly toxic potions, but as soon as his hand was raised, three arrows simultaneously struck his wrist--Ashe, Vereesa, and Quinn all aimed their bows at him. Then, a monster suddenly emerged from under his feet, knocking him into the air, and its giant pincers immediately severed one of his legs!

Even if the Lich King provided them with energy, it was still not enough in the face of the heroes' absolute numbers and strength!

The Lich King himself was just an incomplete demigod who relied on the power of the artifact, the Helm of Domination, so how much power could he provide to his servants?

The Bone Lord was the first to fall--his body was pierced with more than a dozen holy silver crossbow bolts, all over his head and chest. Each shot carried the special energy that corroded the soul's fire. The angels' attacks made it impossible for him to even resist!

As he screamed and turned into a pile of bone fragments, the Scourge's situation became even more critical.

Brox, who was already powerful in combat, was jointly held back by the robot Blitzcrank and the paladin Mograine, while also being restricted by Veigar's spells. When the heroes besieging the Bone Lord freed up their hands, his situation would become even more difficult!

The most desperate one was the Lich King Ner'zhul. He possessed a body of power, but had no way to use it. Imprisoned within this ice, he could only use others to directly exert his power.

'A vessel, my vessel!' He deeply hated the people who ruined his plan. Now he understood that it must have been these guys who caused Liam to fail and even destroyed Frostmourne!

'Tichondrius! Mal'Ganis! Why haven't you come yet!' Ner'zhul's will questioned the dreadlords. He was extremely unwilling, could it be that he would fail like this?

Not far outside Icecrown Citadel, the dreadlords gathered here.

Varimathras had obviously heard Ner'zhul's call, and he hesitated, "Grand Commander, are we really… not going?"

Tichondrius retorted: "Go to our deaths? The few of us can't reverse the power comparison at all. Going there is just a waste of our lives! Don't forget our identities. We are here to monitor Ner'zhul, we don't need to work for him!"

Mal'Ganis asked: "What if the master punishes us?"

"We haven't failed yet. As long as we find the right method, we can also summon the master to descend! So we can't waste our lives in this place, cutting off the master's last hope of entering this world!" Tichondrius scrutinized his deputy, "Mal'Ganis, has your injury healed yet?"

Mal'Ganis shrank his head. During the last operation at Greymane Manor, he was tricked by a blond kid, who knocked him from a tower hundreds of feet high down to the cliff. If it weren't for the characteristics of the Nathrezim demon's body, he would have been smashed into mincemeat long ago. Even so, he hasn't fully recovered yet.

Tichondrius said: "If anyone wants to go, I won't stop them. But don't blame me for not reminding you, there are people among that group who can completely kill us--Balnazzar, that idiot, died that way."

The dreadlords were immediately awe-stricken, and no one dared to mention going to support them again.

As for Ner'zhul--let him die himself! They were unwilling to be dragged down.

The dreadlords' aloofness made the Lich King's situation even worse.

After the Bone Lord fell, Professor Putricide followed closely behind. Rexxar and the archers easily finished him off. Lady Deathwhisper was the third, she attempted to delay time by self-destructing, but before she could complete it, it was cracked by Kel'Thuzad's power. The Deathsinger was very familiar with this kind of attack method, so naturally he knew how to deal with it!

Finally, only Brox and Dar'Khan remained, and they were obviously unable to hold on with their injuries!

Seeing that victory was at hand, the heroes pressed their attack, approaching the upper level of the stairs, the Frozen Throne was right in front of them! Victory was also right in front of them!

Dar'Khan was completely unable to parry their attacks. When he was frozen in place by Lissandra's ice, Mograine's Ashbringer perfectly followed up, and this sword would mercilessly chop off his head.

He sought eternal life, but he was about to die completely!

What a sigh-worthy ending.

Dar'Khan was full of unwillingness, but he was completely powerless.

He could already feel the searing sensation on the skin of his neck caused by the burning holy fire on Ashbringer. In the next moment, his head would be moving.

Dar'Khan closed his eyes, welcoming his fate.

An instant passed;

A breath passed;

Dar'Khan sensed something was wrong. He opened his eyes and found that Ashbringer had stopped one centimeter away from his neck. Was the other party trying to let him surrender? He was puzzled. However, he immediately realized that everything in front of him had stopped. These heroes who came to attack them had become statues, unmoving.

The howling mountain wind could no longer be heard, Mograine's expression was frozen, constantly maintaining the appearance of roaring with his mouth open, with anger burning in his eyes.

The female knight riding the pig raised her flail, the ice-blue hammerhead floating in mid-air, the iron rope twisting into a snake shape, but it didn't fall.

Everyone maintained their original expressions, and even their breathing stopped.

No, not everyone!

He at least knew that he could open his eyes, and so could Brox next to him.

At this time, the Lich King behind them was conveying his will to them: "Kill these people! Quick!"

However, Dar'Khan and Brox could only blink, completely unable to control other parts of their bodies, and couldn't even open their mouths to speak.

At this moment, the sky above their heads suddenly became dark, as if it was approaching nightfall. But it was at least three hours away from nightfall.

Soon he guessed the answer--on the Frozen Throne, a moving, giant shadow formed a creature, a creature that terrified mortals--a dragon!

Dar'Khan tried his best to lift his eyelids, his eyeballs looking upward.

A dragon was circling, preparing to land here. It had a body of shining bronze scales, its size far exceeding Dar'Khan's imagination. He had seen records of the guardian dragons in the library of Silvermoon City, and the ancestors had seen such dragons in the War of the Ancients.

He had a very noble identity--the Bronze Dragon Aspect, the Guardian of Time, Nozdormu the Timeless One!

Aiden also saw this scene. His heart was cold, and he recalled the last time he used the Heart of Valoran, he seemed to have heard Zilean's voice:

'Be careful of Nozdormu!'

It turned out that it was not an auditory hallucination. Nozdormu really came!