Ravencrest stood up from the ground with some caution, staring at the two swords in Arthas' hands.
His intuition told him that these two weapons could easily take away his life. As for how easily, just look at the shapeless demon corpse on the ground.
Moreover, Ravencrest did not dare to stay away from Arthas for too long, otherwise he was worried that Frostmourne would swallow his soul, and the Ashbringer would send him away instantly.
All in all, even though he was out of the control of the Dread Lord and the Burning Legion, and now standing in front of Arthas, his pressure was no less than facing Dantalinax.
Arthas glanced at Ravencrest and asked casually, "Do you want to just sleep, or do you have other plans?"
"If possible, I would like to sleep in peace forever," Ravencase sighed upon hearing this, "However, the Burning Legion controls the entire Black Crow Fortress. If I cannot let my ancestors and my soldiers rest in peace, I will How can I leave here in shame?
I fought against the Burning Legion to the death, but in the end I was still used as their pawn and puppet.
You have slain Dantalinax and set us free. Now we must continue the fight against the Burning Legion and drive the demonic minions from Black Raven Citadel forever. "
"As you wish." Arthas nodded in response, his body surrounded by black mist. When his words echoed on the top of Black Crow Fortress, his figure had disappeared on the platform.
Ravencase took a deep breath. Although his body had been dead for a long time and no longer needed to breathe, the habit he had left behind during his lifetime still made him do it.
He glanced at the broken staff next to Dantalinax - it was indeed the staff of Latusius. He hoped that the soul of this old friend could rest in peace.
"Soldiers of Black Crow Fortress! We have escaped the control of the demons and drive these lackeys of the Burning Legion out of our sacred fortress!"
The Lord of Black Crow Fortress shouted, and the sound transmitted through the soul quickly reached the mind of every Black Crow Fortress soldier.
After the death of Dantalinax, they were originally in a brief state of chaos. Because of the death of the controller and their souls bewitched by evil energy, they could not distinguish their situation for a while.
He didn't even know whether he was dead or alive.
But Ravencrest's loud drink made them wake up from the chaos. These ancient elf guards remembered their true identities and responsibilities. The soldiers who were patrolling with the demons had a fierce look in their eyes, and turned to The demons around him were facing each other with swords.
Some low-level demon cannon fodder who didn't know why were instantly wiped out by the original "friendly forces", and those demon soldiers who reacted immediately fought back.
Scenes like this were played out in various parts of the fort.
At this time, outside the courtyard of Black Crow Fortress, Maiev and her brother Jarod, who had just recovered their weapons and armor, were surrounded by dozens of undead soldiers and demon soldiers.
"The situation doesn't look good..." Maiev looked very calm. Behind them was the towering wall of Black Crow Fortress. Without the help of external force, it was absolutely impossible for her and Jarod to overcome this obstacle.
Jarod let go of the two-handed sword in his hand and chuckled, "Don't be so pessimistic. Maybe they won't leave any survivors this time?"
Maiev glared at Jarod, and raised the ring blade in her hand to her chest. She whispered, "Shut your crow mouth, Jarod. I will hold them back later, and you can find a way to break out." .”
She also has some vital information here. The Burning Legion will not easily kill her before she is tortured. But her brother caused huge trouble to the Burning Legion ten thousand years ago. They will not Would mind torturing Jarod severely.
Jarod smiled nonchalantly. He was no longer the commander of the ancient coalition. The current Azeroth coalition was led by more suitable people.
He just wanted to save his sister, that's all.
Just when Maiev and Jarod were about to fight, the eyes of the undead elves flashed with cold light. They turned around, and the sharp blades in their hands fell on the demon without hesitation.
Their sudden movements made Maiev and Jarod somewhat confused about the situation, until an elf commander who was already a dead soul came to them.
"Maiev, Jarod, we are free, now it is time to take revenge on the Burning Legion!"
The two siblings looked at each other and stepped forward to help the Black Crow Guards fight the demon soldiers. Although they could not figure out why the undead suddenly regained their free will, their purpose was now the same, which was to kill these damned people. of devil.
When the Shadowsong siblings were fighting side by side with the undead guards at Black Crow Fortress, Arthas' figure appeared in the far north where the cold wind was howling.
Northrend, the top platform of Icecrown Citadel, where the Frozen Throne is located.
"You came?"
The echoing sound of the soul was mixed with the howling cold wind. Arthas looked at Bolvar who was buried in the shadow ice, "You can actually see so many things even if you are buried in this big ice block?"
"This curse allows me to see many things."
Bolvar was silent for a while, "You shouldn't be here, but I know why you are here."
As Lich King Bolvar's voice fell, dozens of dark blue halos flew up from everywhere and gathered on the top floor of Icecrown Citadel - they were the remaining fragments of Frostmourne that were shattered by the Ashbringer. , which is also the purpose of Alsace's coming.
"I can't give these fragments to you in vain. I was going to use them to arm the most powerful death knight."
"It's right in front of you, isn't it?" Arthas shrugged, "But you are right, we should make this transaction fairer..."
Alsace's eyes instantly ignited the fire of his soul, and the wind and snow on the Frozen Throne became even more violent. Bolvar immediately felt a blow to his head. The oppression from the soul level made Bolvar, who had become the Lich King, Some can't stand it.
"I can't lift your curse, because it will directly kill you, but I can make this 'curse' more powerful!"
The runes of darkness and death were imprinted on the Frozen Throne, and the energy of death washed over the throne like a waterfall. Bolvar was at the center of the energy storm, and the knowledge and power of the runes continued to pour into his mind.
In a semi-conscious and semi-conscious state, Bolvar heard whispers from Alsace.
"Our deal is complete, this power will allow you to deal with your enemies...beware of the depths of the shadows, beware of the Banshee Queen. Finally...goodbye, Grand Duke."
