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"Arcane Diagram energy injection 91%..."

Aiden received such a cruel message when he came into contact with the Arcane Diagram again.

The energy in the Focusing Iris was still pouring into the Arcane Diagram continuously, and he knew that when the progress reached 100%, the real Great Purge would come.

All the orcs, most of the humans, most of the high elves, and most of the spellcasters would be crushed in an arcane energy explosion that would sweep the world and spread from the Twisting Nether to the real world.

Even Aiden himself was one of the most important targets in the setup.

He was sure that he had a way to escape the attack, but how many people besides him had such ability?

At that time, the entire Azeroth would be stained red with the blood of countless races.

"Stop, stop! Stop it!" Aiden impatiently received all the control methods of these two magical artifacts.

After mastering the Focusing Iris, he controlled it to disconnect from the Arcane Diagram as soon as possible.

But immediately a warning came out:

"Dangerous operation! Energy injection exceeds 50%. Forcibly stopping will cause damage to the Arcane Diagram!"

Aiden seemed to see a constantly flashing bright red exclamation point, and also heard a non-existent, imagined, ear-piercing alarm sound, but the Arcane Diagram did reflect the warning when he had just ordered to stop the energy input.

He desperately realized that this was already an irreversible operation.

"Too late, is everything too late?"

Because he had to operate the Arcane Diagram and the Focusing Iris, Nozdormu slowly released his control over time, and Malygos had already flashed to a safe area, and those dense spells that had attacked him had lost their target.

The heroes were surprised by the appearance of the Bronze Dragon Aspect. Most of them did not notice the communication between Aiden, Nozdormu, and Malygos just now, and could not confirm the result.

Most people even thought that Nozdormu was Malygos's accomplice, and they needed to face another powerful opponent!

Fortunately, at this time Ysera comforted all the heroes with her thoughts, making them realize that Nozdormu was here to persuade Malygos.

It was just that the bad news that Malygos could not stop the "Great Purge" also reached everyone's ears.

They were all uncertain and could only place their last hope on Aiden, who was busy.

What awaits them is either destruction or victory.

People are looking forward to a miracle, and the result will be revealed in the next two or three minutes.

Everyone was extremely nervous, and people expected a miracle to happen, but the reason why a miracle is called a miracle is because it is extremely difficult to appear.

Most of the time, what people wait for in despair is deeper despair.

"What can we do?" a panicked Archmage asked in a trembling voice.

"Pray!" This was the answer from Draenei Defender Maraad, and it was also the same answer Aiden gave to Malygos's question just now.

Maraad put away the purple Naaru hammer, knelt on one knee in the void, and prayed sincerely to the Holy Light.

His behavior infected others, and people prayed sincerely to their respective believers.

Elune the Moon Goddess, the Earth Mother, the Holy Light, the Ancestral Spirits, different races, different beliefs, but equally pure and firm.

Onyxia looked at the mortals praying in various poses, and she asked somewhat blankly: "Who should we dragons pray to?"

Chromie glared at her, "Of course, pray to the Titans!"

Onyxia was a little awkward, but immediately relieved: "That's right, I don't mind praying to my master! If he succeeds, we will be saved!"

"Hey, Black Dragon Princess, I'm talking about the Titans!" Chromie rolled her eyes, "Not your master!"

Onyxia looked at Chromie with a strange look instead, "Don't you know, my master is a Titan!"

Chromie blinked a few times.

Onyxia had followed Aiden to Outland and had seen the various incredible powers that this master had displayed. The Titan system even thought he was a Titan, so could there be anything wrong?

However, very few people in Azeroth knew about this news, and she overlooked this fact.

"Arcane Diagram energy injection 95%..."

The progress of energy injection once again ruthlessly reminded that the Great Purge was coming.

With the injection of most of the energy, the Arcane Diagram is now becoming brighter and brighter, especially in the designated clearing areas, where white light spots are flashing.

Each point represents a spellcaster, a life that is still alive, or a spellcasting race that is unaware of it but is about to be purged.

The "guilty" never knew that researching and using magic would also lead to such a disaster—they didn't even receive any specific warnings or advice, only an ultimatum of life or death!

At this moment, everyone in the Eye of Eternity was nervously paying attention to Aiden's every move. Perhaps the result of the Nexus War would be born in two or three minutes.

Is it good or bad? No one knows.

Malygos was also very nervous. He saw that Aiden had successfully activated the two artifacts, and he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief—the responsibility and pressure that originally should have been borne by the initiator of the Nexus War were now mostly transferred to Aiden, so Malygos could temporarily save his life from everyone's hostility.

He knew that he should be grateful, especially since this war was born out of various mistakes, and he had an inescapable relationship.

After Aiden took over, Malygos tried hard to recall the functions of the Arcane Diagram and the Focusing Iris, but he still couldn't find any way to stop the process after the energy was injected by 50%.

Seeing the solemn expression on Aiden's face, and the connection between the two magical artifacts that was still not broken, the result was already obvious.

"Did it still fail?" The last trace of hope in his heart turned into despair.

This is not a question of authority, but the Focusing Iris and the Arcane Diagram were not designed with the function of being able to stop the process after the energy injection was 50%.

Under such circumstances, even the Titan of the Pantheon—"Dreamweaver" Norgannon himself—could not do such a thing.

Perhaps he has other ways to solve it, but it must not be to directly stop the transmission of arcane energy.

"This is something that even the Titans can't do. I shouldn't have had any illusions…" Malygos murmured.

He had mastered these two artifacts for tens of thousands of years, and he could guess from the current reaction between the two that the "Great Purge" would come in at most a few dozen seconds.

At that time, he will become one of the guardians who destroyed the lives of the most innocents—countless times more than Deathwing!

At the thought of this, Malygos trembled all over.

He desperately recalled, why did he make such a dizzy move before?

Because of Nozdormu's misleading? Because of the blow that Neltharion's betrayal tens of thousands of years ago had on him? Because… he was unconsciously seduced by the Old Gods?

It wasn't just Malygos who could see the frustration on Aiden's face.

Most people could feel the dull and depressing emotions emanating from the human leader who was operating the Arcane Diagram and the Focusing Iris.

Praying had no effect, and no miracle happened.

Khadgar, standing in the Kirin Tor mage group, looked up at his surroundings.

The Eye of Eternity, this independent plane, is like being under the boundless starry sky, and everyone is like being in outer space, but there is still gravity restraining them, and there is no extreme cold and various harmful rays that can instantly freeze people into ice.

This is a pure space filled with arcane energy.

Importantly, this is not the scene of his final death that Khadgar once saw in Karazhan.

There is no red sun, no desolate land.

"That prophecy—is it really accurate?" Khadgar couldn't help but wonder.

Without a doubt, all the Kirin Tor mages are targets of the Great Purge. Khadgar cannot be an exception, and he has no confidence that he can survive the arcane energy bombardment that can destroy Azeroth ten times over.

If the energy in the Arcane Diagram explodes in a few dozen seconds, Khadgar and most of the archmages present will die on the spot.

But if that prophecy is accurate, then it means that he will not die here, and it will further illustrate that the Great Purge of spellcasters will not come.

Once again, he prayed that the prophecy was really accurate.

Just then, Shandris Feathermoon, commander of the night elf sentinels, came to inform Malfurion and the other leaders of the Silithid swarms' unrest on behalf of High Priestess Tyrande. When she entered, almost everyone wore a gloomy, depressed, or even desperate expression.

"What's going on?" she refrained from asking.

Shandris knew, of course, that the Nexus War was against Malygos, the Blue Dragon Aspect, who was now quietly standing by. Everyone's focus was on the leader of the Valoran Federation. Clearly, the Nexus War had reached its conclusion—the Dragonmaw clan had won, and Malygos had been successfully stopped—but the scene before her made it impossible to associate it with "victory."

It looked as if everyone was facing a terrible catastrophe, a profound failure!

Shandris didn't dare to ask. She hurried to Malfurion and briefly recounted the events in Silithus in a low voice.

Although her voice was soft, the entire Eye of Eternity was currently in a deathly silence, and almost everyone caught her words.

Grand Magister Anasterian Sunstrider, King of the High Elves, looked at the night elf general and said in a tone that seemed mocking and self-deprecating, "No need to report to us—perhaps in a few dozen seconds, we will all—poof—turn to dust. Let the survivors worry about Silithus!"

He stated a very heavy truth, and Shandris widened her eyes, finding it hard to accept.

Why was this happening?

Prince Kael'thas leaned closer to the Kirin Tor mages. He found Anna among the archmages, took a deep breath, and then said slowly and firmly, "Anna, in the last moment of my life, I hope to stand by your side, may I?"

Anna looked at the handsome high elf prince, envied by almost all men. She wanted to refuse, but what was the point of refusing at this point? She nodded gently.

Kael'thas felt invigorated—only in the last moment of his life had he found a goal that made him feel happy. For the first time, he did something impolite—he bravely reached out and grasped Anna's left hand, feeling the coldness from her hand, he squeezed it gently, transferring his warmth to her.

Anyway, it was the last moment, what was there to worry about etiquette?

At least he didn't leave any regrets in his life.

If this romantic scene had occurred in a peaceful and beautiful environment, everyone present would surely have bestowed the most enthusiastic applause and blessings on this inter-racial romance, but unfortunately, it was not.

"Arcane Diagram energy injection 98%..."

Aiden withdrew his hand in utter disappointment, convinced that he had no way to stop it.

Kael flew over slowly, her eyes shining through the golden helmet, "Cannot be stopped, right?"

"Yes," Aiden nodded dejectedly, "Once the energy injection exceeds fifty percent, the attack will definitely launch. I can't stop it from happening. I… failed."

Although unwilling to admit it, that was the truth.

He failed.

This was not the first time, but it was certainly the most serious of all the failures Aiden had ever encountered.

"Change your thinking, Commander," Kael gave an encouraging look, "Since you can't stop it, why not try to transfer the impending attack?"

Since you can't stop it, why not try to transfer the impending attack?

Kael's suggestion was like a thunderbolt in Aiden's mind, abruptly waking him up!

That's right, why not try to change the target?

"I'll try!" Aiden seemed to burst forth with all his motivation, throwing himself into the Arcane Diagram once again.

Already ninety-eight percent! He knew that if he wanted to change it, this would be the last chance—perhaps only half a minute to complete this task!

Their conversation was, of course, heard by everyone. For a time, a glimmer of hope was rekindled in the hearts of the originally despairing people. It was so strong, gathering together like it could illuminate the entire night sky!

Miracle—could this be the real miracle?

Aiden, entrusted with the last hope by everyone, mobilized his highest authority to try to change the original command to attack Dalaran.

Malygos was extremely anxious. He was certain that he could not change the attack target's command after importing the energy, otherwise he would have said this idea long ago, why wait until now?

So… would Aiden succeed?

The answer came quickly—

"It really works!"

Aiden shouted out in surprise. He transferred the attack target to the Endless Sea, and it actually worked!

When this voice came, everyone cheered with their loudest voices!

What about demeanor, what about politeness, what about restraint, let it all go to hell! They let out suppressed roars, their tense nerves relaxed instantly. This was definitely the most festive thing in their lives, everyone felt that way!

Malygos slumped down, the power of the massive dragon unable to support his body. Tears welled up in his eyes, as did Alexstrasza and Ysera. Even Nozdormu, who could remain calm in any situation, looked infinitely sentimental.

"Miracle, truly a miracle!"

"The world has been saved!"

"I have also been saved."

"Honestly, I broke out in a cold sweat!"

The Dragon Aspects looked at each other and finally laughed heartily. The bond that had been severed ten thousand years ago due to Neltharion's betrayal was reconnecting the four of them.

Mortals were also reveling in their own way. Hearing Aiden's successful shout, Kael'thas hugged Anna tightly, shouting in a voice several octaves higher, "Did you hear that, Anna, we won't die! This is—this is too good!" His voice could not hide the joy in his heart.

As a woman, Anna was even more excited than Kael'thas. Tears had been streaming down her face since she heard that voice.

She didn't know why she was crying. It was clearly a time to be happy, but a strong sense of sorrow welled up in her heart.

When Kael'thas hugged her tightly, she buried her head in his shoulder, sobbing. The past thirty years of her life flashed before her eyes like a slideshow, Arthas, who had transformed from an upright and enthusiastic prince into an evil and fallen Lich King, her first love, the pain in her heart that she could never let go of, was fading away; the destruction of Theramore, the remorse of summoning the elemental tides to submerge Orgrimmar and personally killing her close friend Thrall, was gradually disappearing.

Every time she saw the harmonious and loving Jaina and Arthas in this world, Anna felt heartbroken. This scene always reminded her that she was just an outsider, a passerby.

Only at this moment, after experiencing the tortuous mental journey just now, did she truly realize that she was not alone.

At least there was another person willing to protect her. Those experiences in the previous world were like dream bubbles that were bursting, and she knew that she would wave goodbye to the past, truly integrate into this world, and truly treat this place as her home.

Everyone was immersed in the ecstasy of surviving a catastrophe. Khadgar glanced at the starry sky above his head again. Once again, he used that death illusion to prove that he could turn danger into safety in any desperate situation outside that place.

Could this be considered a comfort?

He thought to himself mockingly.

"Arcane Diagram energy injection 99%..."

Aiden sensed that the energy injection was about to be completed, and he immediately accelerated his speed to modify the attack target. Time was running out, and he prepared to change all the attack targets to the Endless Sea, letting the arcane energy impact the vast waves, which might cause some tsunamis, but it was better than before!

"This Arcane Diagram, coupled with the Focusing Iris, has simply become a global precision-guided attack system, countless times more advanced than Earth's cutting-edge technology—at least Earth's technology cannot specify a specific person to attack, but the Arcane Diagram can." Aiden even had some amusing thoughts when he saw that there was still enough time.

However, when he swept over the Arcane Diagram and saw the continent of Kalimdor on it, a thought suddenly popped into his mind—this is a precision-guided attack, why not use it to attack the enemy?!

As soon as this thought arose, it immediately took root in Aiden's heart.

This was an excellent opportunity to eliminate the enemy, and there might never be another one!

Recalling the news of the Silithid swarms' unrest that Shandris Feathermoon had just brought, he immediately had a plan.

The energy originally used to attack Karazhan in the Arcane Diagram system was modified by him to attack Ahn'Qiraj.

The aberrant movements of the Qiraji swarm must be a conspiracy of the Old God C'Thun! These arcane bombardments will absolutely make him feel fantastic!

Originally, due to the death of Azuregos, the Scepter of the Shifting Sands might never be reassembled. Aiden had been pondering how to open the Scarab Wall to deal with the Qiraji and their master, C'Thun. Now, there's no need to consider it anymore! The solution is right before his eyes!

Aiden, at his fastest speed, redirected the energy attacks originally aimed at the Endless Ocean to Silithus. The three major Qiraji hives—Ashiq'ar Hive, Rego Hive, and Zoram'gar Hive—were all taken care of. The Temple of Ahn'Qiraj and the Ruins of Ahn'Qiraj behind the Scarab Wall were even more important!

As for the deepest part of the temple, the prison of the Old God C'Thun, there's no need to mention it—Aiden was certain that the entire Ahn'Qiraj would be reduced to ashes in the bombardment!

"In this way, C'Thun's conspiracy will be defeated without even attacking, and the Qiraji will have no chance to recover." Aiden's eyes burned brightly. The crisis of C'Thun was simply resolved without any effort at all. He even felt somewhat grateful for Malygos's actions in extracting the magic net's energy!

Time was running out. Aiden turned his attention to other enemies:

In his estimations, there were still the Scourge, Yogg-Saron in Ulduar, the Twilight's Hammer in Twilight Highlands, and Deathwing, lurking beneath the Maelstrom in Deepholm, all within the elimination plan. As for the Old God N'Zoth, this guy was always elusive, and no one knew exactly where he was hiding at the bottom of the Endless Ocean, so he could only be let off for the time being. Striking Deepholm was also not very realistic, and Ulduar was such that disturbing one part would affect the whole, so it was not advisable to start now.

So, the remaining targets were two: the Scourge and the Twilight's Hammer!

Aiden swiftly locked the attack targets onto these enemies. After he finished adjusting the last part of the attack targets, a voice sounded from the Arcs of Magic:

"Arcs of Magic energy injection 100%... Reading attack targets... Energy allocation commencing!"

Aiden released his hand and stood aside.

The Arcs of Magic in front of him suddenly became much larger. It slowly rotated, and people looking at it felt as if they were viewing Azeroth itself from outer space.

"Everyone, let us witness the arrival of a miracle!" Aiden opened his arms and spoke in a confident and heroic voice.

All the heroes stared intently at the Arcs of Magic. They all knew that Aiden had succeeded, and this was indeed an unforgettable miracle for each of them!

However, they didn't know that what was to come was not only a miracle of turning danger into safety, but also a miracle of witnessing an enemy who wanted to destroy them shooting themselves in the foot!

"Attack initiated!" A voice that only Aiden and Malygos could hear came from the Arcs of Magic.

Kalimdor, Silithus, this desolate land of yellow sand suddenly shimmered with countless red spots on the Arcs of Magic.

Malygos opened his mouth in surprise: "This, this is transferred to Silithus?"

"By Elune, this is truly a genius idea!"

"I heard that it has already been completely occupied by the Zerg's riots. I originally thought this was bad news, but I didn't expect I was wrong," Rhonin said in a humorous and funny tone from the side.

"I wonder what kind of expression C'Thun hiding in the Temple of Ahn'Qiraj will have?"

"I really want to see what the scene is like!"

The heroes gloated.

At this moment, an unprecedented disaster was occurring in Silithus.

The energy drawn from the magic net by the Nexus was gathered into the Focusing Iris, and then injected into the Arcs of Magic. The Arcs of Magic then distributed the internal energy to the targets preset by the manager. When it was launched, the attack would be directly projected into the real world from the Twisting Nether at the preset location.

The attack did not come from the sky, nor from the ground, but appeared out of thin air!

The Twisting Nether is the opposite of the material world, and it actually overlaps completely with the real world. Those who truly master the method of entering and exiting can shuttle from any location in the real world to the Twisting Nether at any time.

Because of this, the means of attack that can directly project attacks from the energy world of the Twisting Nether into the real world are completely impossible to defend against!

The interior of the three major insect nests designated as attack targets was like being buried with tens of thousands of tons of high explosives. Suddenly, it exploded violently from the inside, and the surging arcane energy annihilated everything around it. Looking from a high altitude, large swaths of yellow dust rose from the ground, slowly spreading towards the horizon, obscuring all the scenery on this land.

Insects, Twilight's Hammer cultists, nothing could survive such destruction!

As for Ahn'Qiraj, which was given special attention?

Now there is no more Ahn'Qiraj—even the Scarab Wall was reduced to ashes in such a violent explosion, let alone those ordinary walls and buildings? Before the destructive energy descended, the Qiraji inside the Scarab Wall, who were originally sharpening their knives and preparing to cross that wall to invade the entire world, seemed to have foreseen their destruction. In an instant, the entire temple was filled with restless swarms of insects, and countless beetles frantically impacted everything around them. Their leader, the Twin Emperors, roared, trying to regain control of these insectoids and low-level servants, but to little effect.

Originally, the Qiraji were the most obedient species. They had almost no sense of fear, and were born to obey any orders from high-level insectoids, brave and fearless. Such an out-of-control situation had never happened before.

Even the Twin Emperors didn't know what was happening.

Emperor Vek'lor looked at his brother in surprise and uncertainty, "What's going on? I also feel the fear of the servants!"

Emperor Vek'nilash's compound eyes bloomed with the same fear: "Not just the servants, I also feel it—destruction is coming. Listen, the sound of destruction!"

Vek'lor did not hear the sound of destruction. He only heard the desperate roars of countless insectoids. All the harsh sounds converged together, sounding so harsh, like demonic sounds.

"Ask the master, the master must know!" Vek'lor pinned his hopes on the great being behind them.

The Twin Emperors knew that they were serving the true master of this world, who was only temporarily lurking underground, waiting for a suitable opportunity to re-establish his rule!

This opportunity should have been very soon. All the insectoids in Ahn'Qiraj were preparing to rush out of the Scarab Wall, paving the way for their master. But before the vast majority of insects had stepped out of the Scarab Wall, such a change occurred.

"Master... will he protect us?" Vek'nilash was uneasy, as if asking his brother, or asking himself, or asking the great master in the depths of the Temple of Ahn'Qiraj.

Their great master certainly knew what was about to happen.

"No, it shouldn't be like this—this is not right!" C'Thun underground was frightened and angry. He conveyed his thoughts to the other two Old Gods, he roared madly, "Yogg-Saron, N'Zoth, you see! This is not correct, this is not something that should happen! All my bodies in the endless timeline have not experienced such a thing! This is not right!"

"But it happened," N'Zoth's indifferent and ruthless voice came. "The world is no longer the world we know."

His voice was so cold, as if stating the facts as an observer.

"No, I am not reconciled! I will never be reconciled!" C'Thun roared.

N'Zoth gave a cold snort.

C'Thun's voice never came again. Because the bombardment from the Arcs of Magic had already descended on his head. The specially targeted C'Thun was shattered to pieces in the violent arcane explosion. His thousands of tentacles and eyes were turned to ashes, and the stomach, which was even larger than the throne room of Lordaeron, instantly burst open, and endless flesh foam swept through the entire Temple of Ahn'Qiraj.

Aiden mobilized more than 60% of the energy to supply Silithus, and three-quarters of this part was concentrated to attack C'Thun!

According to the original calculation that the Focusing Iris was full enough to destroy Azeroth ten times, the energy poured on C'Thun was enough to destroy Azeroth more than four times!

Even an Old God could not withstand such an attack, let alone the most powerful Old God Aiden had ever seen—Vaal from Draenor. What's more, C'Thun, who was originally ranked after N'Zoth and Yogg-Saron in Azeroth?

C'Thun's huge body continued to explode from the inside out. He twisted frantically underground. For a time, there were strong earthquakes throughout Silithus, and even the entire southern region of Kalimdor was shaking violently!

The land of Silithus was filled with yellow sand and cracks everywhere, and C'Thun's desperate roar almost resounded throughout the entire world! Its huge tentacles pierced the earth, frantically beating the ground, trying to break free from the Titans' cage and escape the area bombarded by arcane energy. However, besides creating stronger earthquakes, it didn't achieve any further results.

A dozen minutes later, those thick hands dancing wildly on the broken earth suddenly stiffened, and then lost their supporting force, softening all at once.

The earthquake created by C'Thun finally subsided.

Yogg-Saron could feel the miserable condition of its ally. C'Thun was almost dead—not completely dead, but its body was almost dead. Its situation was only slightly better than that of Y'Shaarj, another Old God who died in Pandaria. Even though it could still restore its power by absorbing flesh and blood, it would take at least tens of thousands of years to reach its previous level.

Tens of thousands of years? How could the heroes of Azeroth allow C'Thun to safely spend tens of thousands of years? Perhaps soon, an army composed of transcendents would arrive and completely kill it!

Thinking of C'Thun's fate, Yogg-Saron said in a panic: "The next one... will be me, right?"

N'Zoth said in a vague voice: "We will achieve the final victory. This is only temporary, Yogg-Saron."

Yogg-Saron was silent for a while. It had to consider its future—C'Thun's miserable state was right in front of it, and N'Zoth's empty words could not bring it the slightest sense of security—after all, N'Zoth was hiding in the deep sea, and since it was unwilling to come out, it was basically impossible for mortals to trouble it. But Yogg-Saron was different. The solid defenses of Ulduar could not bring it more security either.

It even began to consider whether to take refuge in N'Zoth?

Previously, it had to unite with C'Thun to barely contend with N'Zoth. Now that C'Thun was failing, its position naturally plummeted. Although the Old Gods were still temporarily united to deal with mortals and Titans, cooperating to eventually rule this world, the foundation of this cooperation was very weak. If it didn't want to be betrayed by N'Zoth, Yogg-Saron could only truly lower its stance, even offering its loyalty.

Thinking of its own situation, it quickly made a decision.

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While the raging arcane energy leveled the entire Silithus, the other two targets under attack were not spared either.

Almost at the same time, almost the same scene occurred in Icecrown Glacier, especially in the Scourge's base camp—Icecrown Citadel. Arthas on the Frozen Throne immediately sensed the strong vibration coming from the Gate of Scourge. The Scourge army stationed there almost immediately lost contact with him completely, and his Helm of Domination could not sense the soul fluctuations emitted by the Scourge's claws.

Only one situation would exhibit such characteristics—that was when the Scourge undead had completely died!

Arthas suddenly stood up from the throne and shouted loudly: "What happened!"

Dread Lord Anetheron teleported to the top floor, his green eyes looking at Arthas: "My Lich King, what's wrong?"

Arthas explained what he had sensed.

Previously, he had sent Overseer Antivok, the Master of the Undead, with an elite Scourge force to excavate the Tomb of Galakrond, preparing to revive the Father of Dragons to serve the Scourge. Originally, everything was close to success, but two days ago, Arthas sensed the death of Antivok and all the Scourge elites he led—the revival operation had undoubtedly failed!

Immediately afterwards, his scouts discovered that the Alliance army was gathering at the Dragonblight and heading towards Icecrown Glacier in a mighty manner, obviously coming for him! This time, the Allied Forces dispatched hundreds of thousands of troops, all of whom were elite troops from various races! Especially without counting the tens of thousands of Forsaken troops led by Kael'thas—such a number was enough to completely level Icecrown Citadel.

Arthas urgently asked his new master for help. At that time, Yogg-Saron comforted him, telling him not to panic and that there would be a turning point within two days.

Two days had passed. Could the collapse of the Gate of Scourge and the silent death of tens of thousands of Scourge elites be the "turning point" that Yogg-Saron was talking about?

Arthas had a sense of being deceived and angered, but he didn't dare to show it, and didn't even dare to question Yogg-Saron.

In fact, even if he asked, he wouldn't get an answer, because Yogg-Saron was communicating with the other two Old Gods at this time, and it was still deeply trapped in fear and anxiety, so how could it care about a pawn it had casually picked up?

Just after the Gate of Scourge collapsed, in less than a breath, Arthas sensed the disappearance of the Gate of Death, the Gate of Desolation, the Gate of Fear, the Shadow Vault, the Dark Cathedral, the Stitching Grounds, the Scourge City... the outer defensive fortresses, bases, and functional buildings of the Scourge on Icecrown Glacier, disappearing from his perception one after another.

"Boom!" A muffled sound like thunder reached the Frozen Throne, and Arthas felt the vibration coming from under his feet.

The outer buildings were all destroyed. Without a doubt, the next thing to be destroyed was the Scourge's last headquarters, the Icecrown Citadel under his feet...

His premonition was immediately confirmed: the surrounding air suddenly surged with strong arcane energy, and they began to violently tear apart everything around them.

When Anetheron discovered the explosion was coming, he couldn't care less about the Lich King or any master. He screamed and rushed into the sky, trying to escape the disaster. But before he could fly far, the surging arcane energy tore him to pieces, destroying both his body and soul!

Arthas ignored the Dread Lord's stupid behavior. He just showed a mocking smile, then leaned on Frostmourne and sat back on the Frozen Throne. Solid ice spread out from the throne, wrapping the Lich King in it. Then, punishment descended.

Continuous explosions were born inside and outside Icecrown Citadel. The Saronite-forged evil spire could not withstand the impact of the raging arcane energy. In just a dozen seconds, this fortress, hundreds of feet high, turned into fragments and shattered in a loud noise.

The Frozen Throne, originally built on top of the spire, was immediately buried by debris.

All the Scourge, including their Lich King—were forever buried under the overturned iceberg.

The troops who were campaigning against the Scourge saw the collapsing mountains and the completely buried fortress from afar, first with some astonishment, and then the entire team of hundreds of thousands of people let out a deafening cheer.

"The Scourge is finished!"

"Holy Light be praised, God has punished them!"

"Damn, they should have died long ago!"

Duke Bolvar Fordragon laughed heartily: "It seems we have to change our route."

Uther couldn't help but smile, "That's right, that's a very good suggestion."

"Perhaps we should celebrate. The Scourge is destroyed, that's worth celebrating, isn't it?"

"Good suggestion, I think everyone will agree!"

Prince Arthas, who was also in the army campaigning against the Scourge, had been staring at Icecrown Citadel when it collapsed. His expression was a little dazed, and the expression on his face was a mixture of joy and sorrow, making it difficult to understand what he was thinking.

"What's wrong, my prince?" Jaina came over and took his hand.

"I... I feel like I'm free—that fallen Lich King has fallen, and I didn't go down such a terrible path. Jaina, is this real? I'm really afraid this is just an illusion..." Arthas grabbed Jaina's hand tightly and asked, still unable to believe what he was seeing.

He came to the expeditionary force with the idea of personally killing a fallen version of himself from another timeline, but before he could swing his weapon to kill a single Scourge, the Scourge was completely destroyed—he had a feeling of discomfort from swinging his fist with all his strength but hitting air.

But he knew very well that this was a good thing, for everyone.

Jaina looked up at him and gently stroked his face: "You are free, my prince."