The Prince of Lordaeron bravely enters Azeroth

Those cold and ruthless ice-blue eyes, and the black figure holding the magic sword Frostmourne.

Both the Alliance and the Horde knew that their enemy, the Lich King, had arrived.

But in Ulduar, the space is limited. How can he possibly get through the heavy defenses they have set up in Icecrown?

Are they vegetarians? This is a serious question that the heroes of Azeroth are puzzled about.

The Old God Yogg-Saron had a guess. What was he thinking? Their death was coming.

"Today is the day when the enemies of the Horde will be destroyed. I will avenge my son Dranosh!"

Varok Saurfang, who was lying on the ground gasping for breath, saw the Lich King, whose eyes were bloodshot in extreme anger.

He struggled to stand up, picked up the axe beside him, roared, and charged towards the Lich King.

"The Horde will not surrender! Lok'tar ogar!"

He yelled at the young hero at the beginning of the team fight. He couldn't wait to rush up to fight as old Fording, who was lying next to him, had just secretly infused him with some Holy Light for healing.

Old Fording, who had worked so hard to squeeze out a little holy light, was so angry that he gnashed his teeth. I haven’t finished the treatment yet?

If I had known this, I would have gone to treat Varian.

Garrosh took a good look at what King Varian was doing, then lay down to show his weakness and silently recovered his strength.

If Holy Light gives me another chance, I will definitely not choose the closest healer.

Any one of them would be better than this one who is seeking death. I am so stupid, really.

The Lich King who had just used Frostmourne to block the desperate attack of the old orc in front of him.

He casually released a ball of green death coil, knocking Young Master Hou back to old Fording.

Garrosh, who was beaten back, fell to the ground, closed his eyes and fainted. For a moment, he glanced at old Fording.

It seems to be saying, big brother, please support me a little longer, I want to continue.

What are you talking about, young man? Just lie down and do nothing.

Old Fording is secretly healing Varian by continuously draining the newly born power of Holy Light from his body.

"Old orc, you are quite powerful, but it's a pity that you are too tired and too impulsive!"

A gust of icy wind gently blew away the stubborn King Saurfang.

Although he had no serious injuries, Varok Saurfang was completely unconscious and could not get up again!

If we delay a little longer, the reserve team will come in.

Finally, let me do it, Arthas, it's time to put an end to it.

Varian's face turned a little redder. He held Salameni tightly and was about to get up when he heard something.

"You have been watching the show over there for long enough, Yogg-Saron."

I'm suing you for defamation! I only gathered a little bit of strength, which was enough to kill one or two people on the opposite side.

Those on the other side, stand up quickly! I will avenge you later. This is the promise of Yogg-Saron!

As if hearing Yogg-Saron's prayers, the shadow brought a miracle.

In an instant, a war hammer smashed towards Arthas' head.

It was Muradin Bronzebeard, who came with his eldest and third brothers.

Because of their talent, they temporarily turn into living stone to resist damage and recover faster than others.

Unfortunately, all these resistances were powerless in front of the Lich King.

The Lich King dodged the warhammer that Muradin threw with all his might by shaking his head, and it hit Yogg-Saron's huge body.

The Lich King slammed his sword into the ground heavily, and the heat of the earth beneath his feet was purified by the sword.

A biting cold froze the three dwarf Bronzebeard brothers.

At the last moment, the three brothers turned to look at other people.

He opened his mouth, as if he had discovered something and wanted to convey some message.

Is it true that you dwarves are so weak? Where is the ferocity of throwing something into my mouth just now?

My tentacles can't even reach the three of you! Too flexible, is this the miracle of shadow?

"The trouble is solved, it's your turn, Yogg-Saron!"

Lich King, please don't come over here! I really didn't mean to harm you.

According to the script, I can't think like this and I should face death calmly.

"You will understand that no one can sit on the throne forever."

"The kingship is not eternal, only death is eternal."

Restraining his instinctive fear of death, Yogg-Saron spoke out his prophecy about the Lich King's future in a cold voice.

If I'm gone, you won't have an easy life either, you despicable and shameless lunatic!

"I am Yogg-Saron, the eternal king of Lordaeron. History is always written by the victors."

The Lich King clenched Frostmourne in both hands, jumped up and struck the big head with the sword.

The moment the Lich King said this, Thrall, whose strength had recovered a little, inserted several healing totems.

There is still some time, comrades, recover your strength quickly.

There is still a tough battle to be fought. If we win, there will be world peace.

I tried my best, but I lost. I'll just leave my affairs to others.

Oh, by the way, we also have a group of backup support!

Be optimistic, hold on a little longer, and beat that undead to death together.

On the other side, the power of death frost that had been entangled in the blade of Frostmourne for a long time pierced into Yogg-Saron's body along with the sword.

It completely erupted within his body, and layers of frost and snow appeared all over Yogg-Saron's body, with the black aura of death entwining him.

Now, Yogg-Saron completely understood that the Lich King in front of him was an impostor.

The frost was the power of arcane, and the power of death was just the force of the blow that hit him.

I actually died at the hands of an ordinary legend... You TM, it turned out that you were the one who released that holy light.

Outside Yogg-Saron's body, the power of death and frost is rampant, but inside his body, he is being destroyed by the power of Holy Light.

In addition to the enemy in front of him whose name and appearance he did not know, there were other people attacking him.

Just underground around him, streams of scorching holy light rushed up from the bottom up and exploded in his body.

Unfortunately, the power of the holy light was obscured by the horrific scene of cold death outside.

If I had known this earlier, I would have been able to persuade others to help me.

As for the others who knew about it, not only were they not dead, they were either in a coma or frozen.

They don’t know if it’s a fake, so the power might just be a projection.

After all, the Lich King often releases projections to show his kingly majesty.

There was no time to continue thinking in the final moments before Yogg-Saron's death.

Not only did he not feel the slightest fear, he also faced death very calmly.

After understanding how he died and how he was manipulated by the villain in front of him, he felt relieved.

At the end of his life, Yogg-Saron roared his last words.

"Your fate is already determined! Doomsday is about to come to this ridiculous and tiny world!"

"You will all perish!"

The heroes of Azeroth fought desperately against the Old God Yogg-Saron, but their hard work was taken away by the Lich King.

However, the warriors of Azeroth stood up again.

The four rogues of the tribe, Rexxar, Lorkhan, Chen Stormstout and Cairne Bloodhoof rushed forward with weapons in hand.

Not to be outdone, Stormwind King Varian and Tirion followed.

The Forsaken Queen Sylvanas and other long-range damage dealers gathered wave after wave of energy and pounced forward like hungry wolves.

One person picks all, without first finishing all the milk? The tank falls down, just replace it with the next batch.

As long as the nannies and nannies are not defeated, some of the output can be switched to tanks and the fight can be resumed.

Almost all the famous legends of Azeroth are here. How can the Lich King defeat them?

Suddenly, circles of eerie, dark and black formations appeared on the ground.

The warriors of Azeroth were unwillingly frozen by a formation personally directed by an unknown lady.

After all, their physical strength had recovered a little, but a lot of the energy in their bodies had been drained.

It is basically impossible to block this freezing force. Those who can block it either don't have the strength to do so or have already been frozen.

Our warriors whose main and secondary jobs are related to arcane discovered something wrong before they were frozen.

However, the pitch-black formation that exuded a gloomy and terrifying aura dispelled their doubts.

The legendary warriors of Azeroth, trapped in a block of ice, prepared to die heroically.

The projection of the Lich King Arthas Menethil is so powerful that it is terrifying.

It should not have much power now, but the sword seems to still have enough power to reap their lives.

In order to find out the Lich's cards as much as possible and pave the way for his successor.

They were all trying to gather as much strength as possible, preparing to deliver the final blow before the Lich King made his move.

“I no longer have problems, no longer have questions.”

"You are all the most powerful warriors in Azeroth, my..."

Before the Lich King could finish expressing his feelings with a clenched fist, a powerful force of holy light exploded and enveloped him and the remains of Yogg-Saron.

Under the continuous impact of the power of holy light, they gradually disappeared.

In the end, all that was left was the massive amount of twisted flesh and blood that remained of Yogg-Saron within his cage.

What about the four Titan guardians? They were defeated by Yogg-Saron long ago.

They had sustained most of the damage from Yogg-Saron's explosion and had already fallen into a coma.

Two war hammers flew out from the center of this powerful holy light, skillfully shattering the ice of the three Bronzebeard brothers.

As God intended, Val'anyr Hammer of the Ancient Kings was successfully reforged.