Frostmourne's sword light crisscrossed and collided fiercely with the Crypt Lord's sickle-shaped claws. Although Anub'arak's carapace was very hard, it could not withstand Frostmourne's unrestricted slashing.
A small section of his front paw has been broken off, and his whole body is covered with sword marks. Although it is only a small injury to him, but on the other hand, Alsace is unscathed and his breathing is not disturbed. Which one is better?
"You are very strong, maybe you can really defeat him."
Anub'arak sincerely admired him. He felt that maybe today he could be completely freed from the control and enslavement of the Lich King.
Arthas held Frostmourne without saying a word, but the runes that lit up on the sword already made his meaning clear.
"Come, Arthas, cut off my head and let my soul return to peace."
"Are you really willing to die like this? Die in a meaningless struggle?" Arthas suddenly asked.
Anub'arak was silent for a moment, and then laughed self-deprecatingly, "Ha... Even if I don't give in, what can I do? In the eyes of the insect people, I am a rebellious king, and I have no honor at all."
"If you don't personally change the situation, it will be an eternal shame."
Arthas raised the rune sword and said solemnly, "You have a chance for revenge."
"...What's the difference between that and now?"
Anub'arak said no more, but quickly got into the ground, and seemed to start running away. It seemed that the Lich King did not want the servant he had finally found to disappear.
But how could Arthas let Anub'arak escape so easily? A large amount of death power poured into Frostmourne, and the rune sword flashed with blue light, and began to launch the final attack on Anub'arak.
Regardless of whether they are undead or living beings, once they are injured by the Cursed Sword, they will be marked semi-permanently, making it almost impossible to escape from the pursuit of Frostmourne's master.
Anub'arak's digging movement suddenly stopped, his body began to twitch involuntarily, and returned to the surface.
At this time, he had only traveled a few dozen meters underground. Before he could return to the bottom of the iron wall dam, Alsace pulled him out of the ground.
The wounds on his body exuded the same light as Frostmourne. When the Rune Sword left wounds on him, it had already nailed an anchor in his soul.
Alsace rode Invincible and walked slowly in front of Anub'arak. The tip of his sword touched Anub'arak's head. He could feel the strangeness deep in Anub'arak's soul.
That was the mark left by the Lich King Ner'zhul on important generals of the Scourge, to consolidate his control over the undead.
But now, this "king" who thought he was strategizing was filled with extremely angry waves in his soul.
Without any hesitation, Arthas strangled the Lich King's mark and severed the connection between Ner'zhul and Anub'arak.
Anub'arak felt his body light up, and the heavy feeling of restraint finally disappeared. Although he was still an undead, at least he now had free will.
But he didn't feel happy at all, because Arthas was obviously a guy whose means were not inferior to those of the Lich King, and he felt that his fate would probably not change.
"You don't look so happy?"
The Crypt Lord, the former Bug King, moved his limbs and did not make any unnecessary attempts to escape. He replied, "Your power is exactly the same as that of the Lich King. How can I be happy?"
"Yes, I have my purpose. You and your subordinates are powerful assistants," Arthas said bluntly. He had nothing to deceive Anub'arak. He just planned to turn him into his subordinate.
"Then what are you waiting for? I don't have the ability to resist now."
Anub'arak had just broken off his connection with the Lich King, and his soul was still corrupted by Frostmourne. In his prime, he might have been able to escape from Arthas, but now it was absolutely impossible.
"I'm not interested in enslaving you like the Lich King. All I want is your loyalty."
"And you should have discovered that some of your tribesmen... oh, the former tribesmen have begun to fall back on the most primitive beliefs."
Anub'arak was full of doubts and surprises: Why would Arthas know such a thing?
"They are our creators. There is nothing wrong with believing in them." Anub'arak did not want to continue this topic.
"Then why did you stop believing in them for tens of thousands of years - until you dug up His roots again when you fled in panic."
Arthas' question left Anub'arak speechless. Azjol-Nerub was part of the ancient Insect Empire, but they no longer believed in their creator: the Old Gods.
Because in the passing of generations, the wise and astute nerubians realized the consequences of madness, and the ancient gods were sealed by the Titan Guardians. They hid underground and gave up their belief in the original gods.
"Death means rebirth." Alsace lowered his sword in front of Anub'arak, and the crypt lord silently looked at the runes on the sword. "At least you can do something for your people to make up for your mistakes."
It means: where strength lies, where despair lies.
Obviously, Arthas is the only one who can compete with the Lich King at present. His power will bring despair to all enemies.
But unlike the Lich King's hatred and evil thoughts that were as deep as the abyss, Arthas' power was so pure that Anub'arak only felt one thought from the edge of his sword - death.
A fierce battle took place in Anub'arak's heart, and in the end, he chose to surrender to Arthas.
"Hail, my lord."
The corners of Arthas' mouth curled up. Just as Anub'arak finished speaking, a rune sank into his forehead. The Crypt Lord could directly hear Arthas's voice ringing in his mind.
This power is more pure and deep-rooted than the Lich King. Anub'arak no longer has any thoughts of resistance, because this rune is much easier than the Lich King's slavery. At least Anub'arak still has his own mind.
"Very good, then, do you want a happy revenge?"
"With pleasure, Master."
With the help of the Crypt Lord, Arthas quickly took control of a large number of undead troops he brought, and those fanatic believers who had been brainwashed by the Lich King were mercilessly killed by the Crypt Lord. .
Having been a king, he knew very well: a king does not need disloyal subordinates.
Those cultists are cowardly at this time. When they reach Icecrown Glacier where the Lich King is located, they will definitely find ways to inform their master.
Although Anub'arak was sure that there were basically no strong opponents in Icecrown Glacier at this time, after all, there were still a large number of undead and puppet creations. Although their numbers were large, they could not withstand the impact of the sea of undead.
"Master, we should be careful about the garrison of Icecrown Citadel. My former subordinate, Anub'rakan, is one of their commanders."
"Although a considerable number of undead officers and high-level officials followed Kel'Thuzad to the Eastern Kingdom in the floating city of Naxxramas, there is still a defense force that cannot be underestimated in the Icecrown Fortress."
Arthas turned his head and glanced at Anub'arak, who was taller than himself on the horse, "Is there a Dreadlord?"
"I don't know the whereabouts of Tichondrius and Balnazzar. Mal'Ganis should have gone to the Eastern Kingdom, while Diserok and Varimathras are hiding in a dark corner of Northrend and are not here. Icecap Glacier.”
Arthas nodded, "Mal'Ganis is dead, and his soul became Frostmourne's meal."
"That's great, but they may be the biggest threat to the Scourge at the moment."
With Anub'arak's explanation, Arthas roughly understood the current situation of "Ice Crown Citadel".
Although it is called Icecrown Fortress, in fact, the undead's transformation activities of the entire Icecrown Glacier area have just begun. Except for a part of the outer city walls and fortresses that have been built, the innermost main fortress is still in prototype.
The Frozen Throne is not completely covered by Saronite iron, and most of it is still exposed outside the glacier, like a spiral tower.
In fact, Anub'arak didn't need to tell you that across most of the glacier in Alsace, you could see a large number of souls forming violent whirlpools in the distant sky. You don't need to think about it, that's where the Frozen Throne is, the Kingdom of Shadow and the real world. Where the link is weakest.
Under the aura exuded by Alsace, the weak undead did not dare to block the actions of this army. They were just the lowest level cannon fodder, with incomplete self-awareness, and some were just "workers".
The other small forces guarding various places were either wiped out by the troops led by Alsace and Anub'arak, or integrated into their army.
When Alsace marched to the main peak of Icecrown Glacier and the foot of the mountain where the Frozen Throne is located, Alsace finally saw a decent resistance force.
A large number of Crypt Demons and Scourge Insects emerged from the underground. The leader was the Crypt Lord Anub'Rekan, and beside him stood many strong men from the original Insect Empire.
Anub'arak looked at his former subjects and lamented endlessly. Although he was unable to resist the Lich King's Scourge and was forced to be enslaved by them, when he stood on the opposite side of them again, he still had mixed feelings in his heart.
But he has sworn allegiance to Alsace and will never return to the Lich King, a cold-blooded executioner. As for his former tribesmen who are willing to welcome the rebirth of death, he will accept it on Alsace's behalf. As for those who are not of……
That can only send them to eternal sleep.
"Master, our numbers are much smaller than theirs." Anub'arak made a buzzing sound, the same sound he made every time he spoke.
But he didn't feel timid, because the Lich King almost dragged out all the Scourge he could quickly deploy to defend the Frozen Throne, indicating that he felt threatened by Arthas.
"If we can't fight quickly, more undead will come." Anub'arak emphasized, "On this continent, their number is endless."
"Of course I understand." Alsace estimated the difference in numbers between the two sides. He had more than 10,000 undead troops on his side, while the opponent's number obviously exceeded 100,000, and was continuing to increase. "Can you help me?" How long will you hold them back?"
"If you use ghouls and skeletons at all costs, it will last about two hours."
"Who is the strongest among them?"
"Anub'Rekan, my master, except for the strong men of the Insect Empire, the Lich King has not been able to find any other suitable corpses."
Arthas looked at the Scourge, which consisted of almost all races: trolls, dwarves, humans, orcs, bugmen, and elven skeletons from tens of thousands of years ago. He even saw a few bone dragons. shadow.
"Can you defeat him?"
Anub'arak seemed to smile, "Master, the Insect Empire worships the strong, and I am the king, and he is just the commander."
"Well, you lead the troops and hold back their main force here."
Anub'arak hummed twice, "Your will is my will."
"Let Ner'zhul, this incompetent 'Lich King', see what real death is."
Arthas held up Frostmourne flatly, and the order was instantly transmitted to the minds of every individual in his legion: "Tread down everything you see!"
A terrifying roar sounded, and the skeleton warriors' mandibles opened, igniting the blue soul fire. They raised their rotten and broken weapons and charged towards the Lich King's legion.
"Crush them, for His Majesty's sake." Anub'rakhan took the lead and rushed forward. The moment he crashed into the sea of skeletons, he stirred up bones all over the sky.
Anub'arak couldn't let the senior generals of the Scourge consume his cannon fodder like this. He also counted on these skeletons and ghouls to delay enough time, so the crypt lord quickly found Anub'rakhan and used a more powerful weapon. The power overpowered him.
Since the conversion of lichs is immature at this time, there are no real lichs even in the Undead Scourge. The casters on both sides are either ghosts or insect priests, plus some skeleton mages, so the casters The difference is not big.
Arthas took advantage of the lack of high-level combat power of the natural disaster and almost crushed the undead cannon fodder through the entire front line. The bone dragons in the sky breathed at him, but they were just a few underage baby dragon corpses, and there was no trace of them at all. France caused too much trouble for Alsace.
On the contrary, a bone dragon flew too low and was pulled down from the sky by Alsace's death grip. One of its wings was broken and its skull was crushed by Invincible.
After suffering such an injury, even the undead would find it difficult to recover. Apart from falling and struggling on the pile of skeletons and corpses, this bone dragon had no other option.
Soon, Arthas rushed out of the line of the Undead Scourge and rushed towards the Frozen Throne. The Lich King's minions frantically tried to catch up with him, but how could his invincible speed be comparable to that of ordinary undead?
Even the few remaining bone dragons were left far behind. After Arthas killed several psychics who were blocking the way, he entered the path upward from the Frozen Throne almost unimpeded. .
A large number of undead souls gathered here, a considerable part of which even the Lich King could not control. Therefore, he did not dare to let his undead troops enter the fortress in large numbers to guard it. Otherwise, he would lose control of the Scourge Legion under the impact of the tide of souls. Take control.
That would make no sense at all, and it would distract him, so after Arthas entered the Frozen Throne, he never encountered any scattered undead.
The Lich King is ready to welcome Arthas' arrival in the most "complete" manner.
