The inaccessible continent of Northrend is a mysterious place in the eyes of all beings.

There are too many secrets buried in this continent, just those savage Viku people who stay in the tribal civilization, and those powerful dragons, are enough to discourage the adventurers of this world 99, this kind of caution is necessary, because on this continent, the Viku people and dragons are far from being the most dangerous existence.

At the northernmost point of the continent, near the North Pole, there is a magnificent mountain standing in the dark night sky, so that there is no road to the mountains in either direction, in fact, its overall height is higher than the plains of the Northrend continent, as if it were a "bulging" part of the continent.

The living beings of the land believed that the mountain was the place where the gods lived, and in their eyes, the mountain range, which was covered with constant storms and terrible snowstorms all year round, was sacred and dangerous, and no sane person should enter it, nor should he try to disturb the creatures in it.

It was the Stormcrags, one of the first remnants of the Creator.

Tyrion was sitting at the junction of Storm Crags and Icecrown Glacier, at the top of a snow-covered mountain, and if you were eyesighted enough, you could even look directly out over the North Sea, one of the highest mountains in all of Azeroth.

He sat on a cold block of ice, the Ember Bringer at his feet, the Great Lord of the Darkblade holding a lit "Secret" cigar in the corner of his mouth, and Tyrion's ice-blue eyes were calm in a puff of smoke that emitted an eerie aroma.

"Did you bring anything back?"

Tyrion exhaled a long puff of smoke and asked, and behind him, Vagli Agatha pulled out a black wooden box from the void, the surface of which was wrapped with inscribed chains, and the special chains were wrapped around each other, as if to bind the dangerous things in the box, preventing it and its power from escaping from the wooden box.

Agasa placed the heavy wooden box in front of Tyrion's eyes, she said

"It's a dangerous thing that exudes an ominous aura, a curse that no sane person should use."

"Click"

Tyrion's fingers brushed over the surface of the locked wooden box, and the heavy chains snapped in response, and the moment he opened the wooden box, the wind and snow suddenly whistled across the hills, like a dark will breathing, roaring.

"Dangerous?"

The High Lord's eyes were fixed on the ice-blue, heavy sword carved like a block of ice in the wooden box, and he stretched out his fingers and slid them over the smooth blade, he whispered

"Is there anything more dangerous in this world than me?"

"Buzz"

The moment the fingers slid to the position of the hilt, Tyrion's five fingers clasped the hilt of Frost Sorrow, and lifted it out of the box, the long sword of the same origin as the Apocalypse was beating in Tyrion's hand, at first, it continued to exude its own power, trying to infect the sword-wielder in front of it, but after coming into contact with the huge death energy in Tyrion's body like the endless sea, the sword seemed to be "frightened", and quickly withdrew all the power into the sword.

Then there was a frantic resistance to the erosion of power from Tyrion.

"Buzz"

Tyrion's wrist flipped, causing the sharp blade to make a scalp-tingling sound in the air, and one after another dark blades flew out of the blade and slashed at the surrounding mountain walls, causing the mountains to collapse for a moment.

Dozens of seconds later, he pressed the icy frost grief to his forehead and said to Agatha beside him

"Did you listen?"

"What?"

Agasa shook her head in confusion, and then heard Tyrion speak in a strange, elongated tone

"Frost Sorrow is hungry!"

"Huh?"

Agatha showed a blank expression, she didn't know how to answer this sentence, seeing the Valkyrie's silence, Tyrion shook her head helplessly, and then in the hum of the magic sword, threw it back into the box in front of her, Agatha stepped forward, closed the wooden box, and then locked the sword again with chains.

Even for a pure spirit like her, this magic sword from the stars was dangerous.

"Don't you use it?"

Agatha tossed the box back into the void, and she looked at Tyrion, who tossed the cigar from the corner of his mouth on the ground, and shook his head at the fire that danced in the cold wind

"On a physical level, it's not as sturdy and sharp as the Ember Bringer."

"On the level of magic, it is not as arrogant and powerful as Apocalypse, not to mention that the unruly bastard sword has already completed its self-breakthrough."

"Its only commendable soul imprint means nothing to me. There are already better ones, why should I use the bad ones? Not to mention that it won't even speak, but hopefully it won't be frightened by the "new look" of its brother."

As he spoke, Tyrion focused on the black spire looming in the snowstorm in the distance, and he brought the cold armor back to his left hand, then moved his fingers and whispered

"Go, Agassa, and take the "gifts" and let us go and visit my old friend who is here for the owner of this place. ”

"As a guest."

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The Black Spire atop Icecrown, the Northland fortress that began construction when the Lich King entered Azeroth.

It's made from the rare Saron Iron from beneath the Great Glacier, a mineral found only in the coldest parts of Northrend, which is incredibly conductive to death energy and shadow magic, is exceptionally strong when forged, and most importantly, becomes naturally enchanted armor when engraved with necromantic runes.

Of course, weapons and armor made of this mineral are unusable or even untouchable by the living, because this ore naturally contains an ability to affect the sanity of living beings, and those unlucky people who have come into contact with the Saron Iron during their journey will experience hallucinations, auditory hallucinations and even strange whispers that constantly linger in their minds, in short, this is not a "treasure of heaven and earth" in the traditional sense.

The appearance of the Evil Iron of Saron is said to be inseparable from some ancient dark forces.

The entire black spire where the Lich King lives is made of Saron Iron, impregnable, and connected to the magic nodes of the entire Icecrown Glacier, so that the Lich King can turn his fortress into a giant magical fortress at any time if he wishes.

In the beginning, only one of the spires stood in the center of the glacier, but after years of construction by countless undead laborers, the entire perimeter of Icecrown was surrounded by this black steel wall, and on the magic nodes around the glacier, the Lich King also built several secondary towers to surround the nodes, building the entire Great Glacier into an unstoppable fortress.

The rampant activities of the Cult of the Damned in the northern frontier have also collected a considerable number of cultists for the Lich King, and those of them who are gifted have been sent here by the fleet of the Viku people at the behest of the Lich King, and in order to prevent these "fragile" living from losing their lives in this land of suffering for various reasons, under the order of the Lich King, on the edge of the Black Tower, an evil building called the Cathedral of the Damned is also about to be completed.

This is for cultists and madmen who come on a "pilgrimage".

In short, unlike the Darkblade Legion, which stormed the city, the Lich King seemed to have indulged in the game of "building" in the years he had been in the world of Azeroth, building one of the world's largest and most terrifying fortresses in the wildest and harshest part of the world.

The most essential "evil forces" that have gathered him over the years are gathered here.

This is a low-key, unappreciated force, however, it is on par with the destructive power of the Darkblade Legion.

Tyrion with his long black hood concealed his face under the hood, and he walked alone on the black staircase to Icecrown Fortress, a sinister metal staircase that had condensed in a layer of frost in the extreme cold, while on either side of the staircase, the dark structures in a state of stone, the gargoyles that resembled a combination of birds and bats, quietly fulfilled their duties as "sentinels".

But their eyes, hidden beneath the stones, did not dare to glance at the impudent "visitor" who was advancing, and the few reckless creatures before only let out a scream, and were shattered into ice sculptures by the massive death energy.

Obviously, this is an unimaginably powerful "kind", he must be here for the Lich King on the throne, and the grudge between such big people is not something that they can be involved in.

On top of that, after the news of Tyrion's arrival was relayed to the Lich King, the leader of the Scourge did not say anything special, which meant that he allowed him to enter.

"Well, nice palace."

Under the "gaze" of nearly a hundred Scourge Death Knights, Tyrion stood in front of the Icecrown Fortress, raised his head, and looked at this majestic fortress under the dark canopy, the Lich King's aesthetic is really good, this fortress is decorated with hard lines and sharp spikes, layered on top of each other, looking like a black steel city.

Full of oppression, full of aggression, like a frost beast lying quietly in the north of the world, although it is resting, when it makes its first roar, the whole world will be alarmed.

"But it's still not as good as my Dark Temple"

Tyrion shook his head, no longer paying attention to the cold buildings, he walked forward, and the Scourge Death Knight guarding the front of the fortress followed the instructions of the voice in his heart, driving the four massive necromantic storm giants to push open the gates of the fortress for the "visitors" of the Icecrown Fortress.

In the muffled sound, a trace of bitterly cold mist lingered in the frost sermon in front of Tyrion's eyes, the interior of the black spire, filled with ice and snow composed of pure death energy, and the lich and death knights who were in high status in the Scourge camp stayed quietly on both sides of the road, watching Tyrion step by step into the depths of the fortress.

Most of the Lich King's most powerful warriors were tall Vikus, some of the Crypt Lords and Spider Priests with heavy ice armor, and some of the High Elves who had died in battle in Quel'Thalas, most of them in the form of dark mages, and the number of warriors who "welcomed" on either side of the fortress was too small for the size of the fortress.

They should be the Lich King's absolute henchmen, because Tyrion is well aware that his arrival is a matter that needs to be kept secret for the Lich King, after all, there are still some unfinished "agreements" between the two of them.

The High Lord ignored the minions, and under the gaze of those cold eyes, he stepped into the rune teleportation array to the top of the fortress, and in the convergence of cold death energy, the tower was moved by the twisted space, and when Tyrion opened his eyes again, he was already standing at the top of the black spire.

It was a circular platform, made up of a solid piece of ice, and on this open-air platform, white snowflakes were flying everywhere, and there was also snow on this platform, covering the platform with incumbent sigils, and it seemed that no one would come to clean it every day.

Tyrion looked up, and above the platform of the ice ring was an irregular iceberg carved out of pure white ice, beyond which was a not-so-ornate throne, with a crudely carved staircase all the way up.

At the top of the throne was an irregular piece of 10,000-year-old ice, in which a set of blue-black armor was frozen, embellished with white skeletons and black patterns, and some kind of fur made of animal fur, and an empty crown of full coverage, on which a blue gem glittered in the ice, and a spiritual power as thick as a mountain was escaping from the ice.

It wasn't empty, and in the ice there was a ghost watching him.

"The Great Lord of the Dark Blade, the Conqueror of the Eastern Continents, the Ruler of the Undead, the Black Dragon Slayer, the End of Human Civilization, the Demon Slayer, the Tyrant of Draenor, the Sword Bearer of the Apocalypse, the Challenger of Death, the Hand of Destiny, the Enemy of the World, the Terrible and Noble Tyrion Dawn Blade"

A deep voice drowned out the falling snow, and he whispered in a tone of chanting poetry

"Welcome, I've been waiting for you for too long."