Thassarian was wrapped in a thick cloak, riding a war horse and searching for traces of Alsace alone on the ice field.
Logically speaking, he should not have left the large army so recklessly. He knew that he did not have the personal strength as powerful as His Royal Highness, but Alsace had saved his life after all, and it was impossible for him to just retreat with the large army.
So he gave up his opportunity as a major of the First Legion and chose to search for Arthas in the Northrend Icefields.
Not only to make up for Alsace's life-saving kindness to him, but also to avenge everyone in the 13th Battalion.
The tragedy of the Thirteenth Battalion has turned into a nightmare in Thassarian's heart. During the week he was recuperating in Lordaeron, he would be haunted by nightmares every night. Every person Mal'Ganis killed was in his heart. shadow.
If he couldn't see Mal'Ganis die in person, he would definitely be disturbed for the rest of his life.
"I hope His Highness the Prince can forgive me for my recklessness..."
Thassarian has decided that when this matter is over, whether he is alive or dead, he will be left to Arthas' disposal. After all, he has violated the regulations of the First Legion by leaving the army alone.
But the fire of hatred was burning in his heart, and the young warrior could not swallow this breath.
However, the Dragonblight was too vast, and he could only search in the general direction that Alsace and the others had left before. This was a very time-consuming task.
But in the eyes of Thassarian, who is quite skilled in various skills, this is not an impossible task.
Walking on the vast ice field, Thassarian felt lonely for the first time. He trudged silently in the snow, searching for any clues.
Time passed quickly, and Thassarian found an open highland and cleared out a small cave to use as a camping accommodation tonight.
He found some dry firewood and lit it with the flint on his body. Thassarian took off his weapons and shoulder armor and sat next to the campfire to keep warm.
Just a few minutes after sitting down, Thassarian suddenly noticed some strange green light spots in the dark distance. He was very confused, but he was not going to investigate at night. Instead, he wrote down the location and prepared to wait for the day. Go check again.
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Alsace rode Invincible across the vast ice field, and ran along the river to the higher-altitude Icecap Glacier. The skeleton war horse stepped on the cold river water but did not sink, but ran on the river.
The area they pass through is the Crystalsong Forest, where the trees were all transformed into arcane crystals due to a huge arcane magic explosion an unknown number of centuries ago.
As he gradually walked upstream, the river became more and more polluted, and Alsace could clearly feel the aura of plague and death contained in the river.
When the surrounding crystallized forest gradually receded, the blue-black plateau frozen soil began to come into Alsace's eyes. He looked up and saw a high black wall erected in the middle of the natural barrier formed by the peaks on both sides. Here It was originally where the river flowed into Crystalsong Forest.
But now, the fine water flowing out from under the high black metal wall that looks like a dam or a city wall is no longer the cradle of life, but filled with filthy venom.
If the Crystal Song Forest were not filled with arcane energy and all kinds of wonderful creatures, the lower reaches of the river would have been barren of grass and turned into a breeding ground for the undead.
The Lich King must have wanted to use this method to expand the power of the Undead Scourge to the more southern areas of Northrend. If the pollution continues over time, even the magical Crystalsong Forest will not be able to escape the fate of pollution.
Under the high wall, there was already "someone" waiting for Alsace.
"Stop, Death Knight, you are not allowed to go any further."
A huge beetle creature stood beneath the city wall. His dark purple carapace was covered with a considerable amount of blue metal, and various ancient insect runes were engraved on it. His mouthparts are constantly moving, and he can actually speak the common language of mankind.
However, this language is not actually a common language, but can be directly understood by Alsace through soul communication.
Arthas looked at the Crypt Lord for a while, then pointed at him and the undead troops behind him with Frostmourne, "Who are you?"
"I am Anub'arak, king of the ancient kingdom of Azjol-Nerub." Anub'arak's voice was low and majestic.
Arthas smiled and nodded, "Ah - I understand, you are the servant of the Lich King, the rebellious king, right?"
"Your Majesty is indeed right. You are out of control, but it doesn't matter. You will rejoin us soon."
Anub'arak was not stimulated by Arthas' words. He waved his sickle-shaped front paws and said in a deep voice, "Knight, I will make you die in pain."
Following the crypt lord's order, a large number of undead rushed toward Alsace in a dark mass, but Alsace did not pay attention to these ordinary undead. He snorted coldly, and Frostmourne drew an arc.
"Kneel down before your king!"
His voice was like a king's order, and almost all the low-level undead suddenly fell to the ground. The slightly better middle- and high-level undead were barely able to withstand Alsace's intimidation, but they were unable to move or cast spells at all.
Even the evil stone creations of the undead, the gargoyles, fell from the sky like rain.
Anub'arak was shocked. Although he did not directly surrender to Arthas because of the support of the Lich King, his movements were slightly sluggish for a few seconds.
"I was worried that I had no army to command, so Ner'zhul gave me his soldiers." Arthas rode his horse through the formation of the undead, and was only ten meters away from Anub'arak. "Now it's my turn." Let me ask you, obey or die."
The original power of death is not just high-intensity energy. Under Alsace's use, it is a gap in personality that almost all undead can't overcome.
Just like the guardians forged by the Titans would not dare to attack their creator, Arthas only exuded majesty, and the low-level undead that were not directly protected and controlled by the Lich King immediately stopped their activities.
However, those psychics who practice necromancy have difficulty casting spells in this situation, and they have no effect at all. Most other undead puppets or creations also face this dilemma.
Even the powerful Crypt Lord Anub'arak will be affected, but the most intuitive reaction is what happens next.
"Human...you, can you shake his power?"
Anub'arak did not attack directly, his movements stiffened, like a puppet resisting the manipulation of silk threads.
Arthas raised his eyebrows in surprise, "Your connection with the Lich King has weakened?"
"He can still control my body, but my mind is temporarily freed - be careful, human, my body will not show mercy to you."
Anub'arak's stiff movements began to become normal. He used a speed that should not belong to that huge body, and almost covered a distance of more than ten meters in the blink of an eye.
The Crypt Lord's sharp front paws rose high and then came down. His target was not Alsace, but his mount.
But how could Invincible be an ordinary war horse? The reason why Arthas hasn't ridden it for so long is because Arthas sent it into the Shadow Realm to undergo a dark ritual transformation.
Invincible snorted contemptuously, and the blue flames spurting out of its nasal cavity became more intense as it breathed, forming a flame barrier.
Anub'arak wanted to ignore the flames and rely on his hard carapace to resist the damage, but the flames did not damage his gorgeous carapace at all, but made his soul feel the burning sting.
The Lich King's manipulation caused the Crypt Lord to quickly move away from Arthas' mount. He twisted his head, "Be careful, I can control the power of the earth element - even after I die."
His tone became much smoother, as if the flames just now had weakened the Lich King's control.
