Not caring about such a vulnerable Kel'thugad, everyone walked into the upper area of the Icecrown Fortress, and Old Fording received a huge amount of soul blessings after the battle of the Chapel of the Light's Wish, like a spokesman for the Light.

Kel'thugad is now much less powerful than before, and Old Ferding is in his heyday, and Kel'thugad's mission to watch the gate has failed.

"Let's go." Patrick walked lightly into the upper area of Icecrown Fortress.

Old Fording led someone to step on the bones at his feet and followed, and the holy light of the Ash Messenger in his hand fluctuated violently, everyone knew that Old Fording was fluctuating violently in his heart, and he would face the former prince of Lordaeron in this battle.

Icecrown Fortress, Patrick has been here countless times, and the shape here has not changed at all, the blue-gray ground, in addition to the bluestone sculptures, there are also dragon bones and wall panels made of Salon's evil iron.

Almost all of the Scourge Legion buildings are made with the Saron Evil Iron as the core, and when he walks inside the Icecrown Fortress, Patrick can even feel the restlessness and breathing of the metal, beating with the pulse of the black blood of death.

The Evil Iron of Salon, just by looking at the name, you know that it is related to the ancient god Yogsaron, the miners who were enslaved by the Viku people in Imitheim could not withstand the corrosion of the old gods, and eventually went insane, and the craftsmen who came into contact with the Iron of Saron such as Howling Wind Fjord and Icecrown Glacier also became insane, and the reason for all this is because of the Iron of Saron.

This is a metal evolved from the cursed black blood of Yogsaron, and in Cascara, the capital of the walrus, the evil iron of Salon is known as the black blood of Yogsaron.

As a top spellcaster across the world of Draenor and the world of Azeroth, how could Neozu not know that ordinary walls were useless.

In the world of magic, the city's defense has always been a big problem, because the material of the city wall, whether it is the usual use of reinforced concrete, or the use of magnesium and aluminum alloy in aerospace, as long as it is not exempt, mages, warlocks, shamans and other spellcasters can be destroyed with spells.

And the Saron Evil Iron, which is immune to most magic, is the best material, the members of the Scourge Legion are already the dead, and the corrosion of the Saron Evil Iron on the spirit of life is ineffective against the undead, plus the Saron Evil Iron has the property of resisting demons, the Lich King has made countless undead mine in the Saron Mine day and night, and has built the base camp of the Scourge Legion with the Saron Evil Iron.

In the upper area of Icecrown Fortress, the Scarlet Hall of the Vampire Council of Salein is located to the north, the Scourge Factory is located in the west, the lair of Sindagosa is located in the east, and the teleportation array leading to the Frozen Throne is in the center.

"We're going to kill the Lich King." Patrick strode towards the center.

Illidan next to him said coldly: "You know this place very well?" ”

This was the first time Illidan had come to Icecrown Fortress, and Illidan looked at the many miscellaneous soldiers around him, surrounded by stitching monsters, ghouls, and scourge acolytes, thinking that it was another sweeping war.

"I can't talk about it." Patrick shook his head, "Didn't you notice that those natural disasters were restrained by people? ”

The low-level undead do not have the ability to think independently, if there is no high-level undead constraint, they will only rely on instinct to kill the living, and there are so many low-level undead here, none of them are killing themselves, which means that they are deliberately restrained by someone and do not let them do it.

And Patrick pointed to the surrounding undead on both sides, revealing a avenue to everyone, leading to the magic circle in the center, it seems that the Lich King is ready, waiting on the Frozen Throne.

Illidan: "Go, the end of the Scourge has arrived." ”

The figures of the crowd disappeared into the magic array.

"Meet again, Mr. Patrick Cabolon."

Seeing the Lich King's figure, as in his memory, the Helm of Dominion only showed his eyes, and the Lich King sat on the Throne of Skulls with Frost Sorrow in his hand.

"It's true that we're meeting again." Patrick's tone was relaxed: "It's time to settle the situation for what you did back then." ”

"Liquidation?" The Lich King's tone became arrogant: "A group of defeated subordinates are also worthy of claiming to be reckoned with in front of me?" ”

Seeing this situation, Old Fording was already furious: "Arthas, I swear to completely destroy you and your Scourge Legion!" The old grudge will be put to an end today! ”

"What? The self-proclaimed light of righteousness has finally arrived! Shall I cast aside the sorrow of the frost and beg your forgiveness? Foding. ”

"We're going to let you die a good death, Arthas! This is the greatest mercy to you, who have committed many crimes. ”

"Don't forget, you're still a traitor, and the matter between you and Itreg has proven that you've betrayed humanity."

Old Fording made a gesture to charge with his sword, but was stopped by Patrick: "He is no longer Arthas, that human prince has long since become a ghost in the sword, a slave of Neozu, and the only thing we can do is to destroy the Lich King and set Arthas's soul free." ”

"Have you figured out how to die?" Patrick said unconcernedly, as if he was stating a fact.

"I'm not afraid of the threat of defeat from my men." The Lich King sneered: "But you still have merit, although you failed, but you were not defeated head-on like Illidan, your magic skills are indeed good, at least I like it very much." ”

The Lich King's tone then changed to playfully, "You'll be a nice Lich to help me conquer the world." ”

Patrick, of course, would not be irritated by words of this level: "It's okay, then I'll wait and see." ”

The main characters of this battle are Illidan, Kael'thas and Tirio Fordin, and Patrick is just watching from the sidelines.

Illidan drew the Aeginos Blade, Kael'thas offered the Soul Refining Serve, and Tirio Ferding held the Ember Bringer with both hands.

A smile appeared on Naozu's lips, and Frost Grief erupted into a strong blue light, and beneath the Frozen Throne, the roar of a dragon and the scream of a gargoyle were heard.

Immediately after, dense frost dragons and gargoyles flew into the sky, directly surrounding everyone.

The huge number gap made the originally confident old Furding nervous, in this case, such a huge number gap, no one can calm down.

And if one accidentally all of them die here, then the Scourge will have a few more fierce generals, and the future of Azeroth will be almost buried.

"Hmph, carving insect skills." Patrick snorted coldly: "With all this garbage, can you be regarded as your hidden backhand?" ”

Majestic arcane energy appeared, Patrick began to pour arcane energy around, and a blue arcane barrier appeared on the outside of the Frozen Throne, blocking all ice dragons and gargoyles.