The illusion surrounding Velen shattered, and he found himself still nailed to the high wooden frame, his body swaying in the cold, damp winds of Northrend.
But at this moment, cracks appeared in the Frost protecting "Arthas".
Magtheridon and Thrall screamed again, trying to run away without looking back.
Unfortunately, it was too late. The Frost shattered with a "crash," and Arthas rose from his throne, took a few quick steps forward to the foot of the throne, and let out an angry roar Frostmourne plunged heavily into the thick pile of corpses.
The terrifying power of Frost rapidly spread in all directions, freezing all the Burning Legion soldiers, including Magtheridon, inside and outside Icecrown Citadel.
Thrall was surprised to find himself floating in the air, protected by a gentle force. At this moment, Icecrown Citadel was a vast expanse of white, and all the soldiers of the Burning Legion were frozen into ice sculptures. Outside Icecrown Citadel, countless Infernal were also not spared.
Thrall wasn't the only one saved; what infuriated him was that many leaders of the Alliance and the Horde were also floating in the air, protected by a faint milky-white light, just like Thrall.
Thrall, however, still didn't notice Lor'themar Theron in the corner.
Thrall lowered his head and looked at the Frozen Throne, only to see Arthas pull Frostmourne from the pile of corpses. The soldiers of the Burning Legion shattered into dust, scattering with the wind and disappearing without a trace, as if they had never come into this world.
"Such terrifying power." Thrall trembled with fear. He had thought Arthas was finished, but he hadn't expected him to still be hiding such formidable strength.
What is the working principle behind this protective shield?
Robbie and Kel'Thuzad were also observing the milky-white light protecting Thrall and the others, while the Scourge mages continued to perform calculations and record various experimental data.
The more you interact with the Moon Goddess, the fewer secrets she reveals.
At this moment, Arthas seemed to have lost all his strength, staggering step by step toward the Frozen Throne, like an old man. After a long while, he finally sat on the throne and stopped all movement.
A biting wind howled, and countless snowflakes swirled, enveloping the Frozen Throne and obscuring everything upon it.
A milky-white light protected Thrall as he landed at the foot of a small hill, Thrall saw the Emissary.
"What exactly happened?" Thrall asked anxiously.
The Emissary explained calmly, "The Elune learned of your plot and used the opportunity to test the Scourge. As expected, the Scourge still harbors hidden strength."
Thrall asked unwillingly, "No, no, this is not fair! My flawless plan was to wipe out both the Alliance and the Horde, leaving only Orcs on Azeroth."
The Emissary roared angrily, "Fool! You nearly destroyed this world! If the Shadow power were to infiltrate Azeroth, it wouldn't just be a matter of annihilation. The Moon Goddess's years-long plan would likely have been in vain. Well, even the Moon Goddess probably didn't anticipate Magtheridon's madness."
Thrall said with a strange expression, "So, Arthas saved Azeroth."
The Emissary did not deny it. "In a sense, that is indeed the case."
Thrall's eyes darted around, and he asked viciously, "Why not kill all the leaders of the Alliance and the Horde? They're just a bunch of useless trash."
The Emissary glared at Thrall and warned, "The wisdom of the gods is beyond your comprehension. Remember, Thrall, all you need is obedience."
Thrall sighed, thankfully that although he hadn't managed to kill the leaders of the various races, the Alliance and the Horde were severely weakened by the battle, allowing the Orcs to take the opportunity to develop.
The Emissary instructed, "Thrall, I will send you to see the leaders of the various tribes and tell them that you are merely obeying the Moon Goddess's command. Remember, the Alliance and the Horde must remain united."
Thrall suddenly thought of something and asked slyly, "Arthas is such a fool to have saved this damned world. How should we deal with him?"
The Emissary also laughed, and said viciously:
"Kill him, of course? The one who saves the world will have some kind of connection with Azeroth. Killing him will bring unexpected punishment. Let Tirion Fordring be the scapegoat."
Thrall nodded, letting out a huge sigh of relief, "The Scourge is finally finished."
The leaders of the Alliance and the Horde landed in a mountain hollow. The nails that had pinned their hands and feet came off on their own, and the nail wounds disappeared. The group was in a daze, as if they had just experienced a dream.
But these painful memories remain in their hearts.
"What on earth is going on?" Cairne Bloodhoof shouted.
Velen maintained his enigmatic expression. "The Holy Light protects us, and the merciful Moon Goddess guides our path. I believe the explanation will come soon."
Jaina gritted her teeth and said, "Have you forgotten how Thrall treated us?"
Vol'jin's eyes darted around. "I think there must be some misunderstanding here. You all know that the great Savior Thrall is kind and benevolent; he would never do such a thing."
The crowd was abuzz with discussion, offering various speculations.
Before long, the Emissary stepped forward and calmly explained to the crowd:
"You've all worked hard. This was all a test by Elune, against the Scourge. It has proven that the Scourge is still hiding its strength. Rest assured, Thrall remains the great and benevolent Savior, your most loyal old friend. I hope you can put aside your past grievances."
The leaders of the Alliance and the Horde remained silent. With their wisdom, they could see that things were probably not so simple, but no one dared to expose this cruel truth.
Magni Bronzebeard said regretfully, "What a pity for King Varian."
Vol'jin also sighed, "I am deeply saddened by Sylvanas's passing."
The Emissary smiled faintly and said, "The Elune is merciful and will not sacrifice any innocent life."
Two figures appeared before the crowd; they were Varian and Sylvanas.
Varian was no longer Undead; he had reverted to human form, his expression dignified and imposing, like a true leader of the Alliance.
Sylvanas gazed at the ground with a low-key expression, her eyes holding something different.
The return of the two leaders did not dispel everyone's concerns. Magni Bronzebeard quickly realized that this was probably another Varian from a parallel universe.
As for Sylvanas, Bronzebeard clearly sensed a sense of unfamiliarity, as if her soul had been torn apart and then pieced back together, as if she had experienced the process of dying and being reborn.
So-called high-ranking leaders are ultimately just pawns of God, powerless to control their own destiny.
Even more cruelly, no one mentioned the soldiers who died in Icecrown Citadel; to the Great Leader, these were merely cold, hard numbers.
The Emissary specifically instructed Tirion Fordring: "The Peace Dove will soon bring a new batch of soldiers, Tirion Fordring. The glory of slaying Arthas still belongs to you."
Amidst the complex gazes of the crowd, Tirion Fordring, beaming with joy, hurriedly said, "Thank you, great Elune, I will personally end the Lich King Arthas."
Everyone present saw Arthas's dejected state after exhausting his energy; he was probably dead, or on his last breath. Tirion Fordring's actions were devoid of any honor.
The end of the Lich King Arthas was a boring farce, and the leaders all expressed no interest and left Northrend. Little did they know, the real show was just beginning.