Time is running out for the Scourge; only one final battle remains, and Arthas has been making preparations ever since.
Whether they win or lose, the Scourge must leave this world.
Throughout Northrend, several large Horde armies are eyeing the Horde with predatory intent.
The situation is extremely dire. After the Scourge retreated, countless low-level Undead remain in this world, and a reliable person must be chosen to fill the void.
Vol'jin, Garrosh, and several other ambitious individuals, besides wanting the glory of destroying the Scourge, also aspired to become the new Lich King, control this terrifying Legion, and use it to conquer the world.
Robbie understood Arthas's meaning, but could only politely decline, whispering:
"The Duke Bolvar is the most suitable candidate."
Arthas shook his head. "It's not that I don't trust the Duke, but people can change, especially when they possess the power to conquer the world; they can easily be consumed by ambition."
Robbie's expression was extremely serious. "If Bolvar breaks his oath, I will personally kill him and sink his body into the darkest Abyss."
Arthas breathed a sigh of relief, "Now I can rest assured."
The two arrived at the highest point of Icecrown Bulwark, the top of the Frost Citadel, and looked out over the northern region of Icecrown Glacier, which would later become the site of the Argent Tournament.
It was a pitch-black place, a forbidden zone for life set up by the Moon Goddess, with terrifyingly low temperatures and relentless, all-consuming Gale that could tear everything apart, and the Nexus area controlling the Aetrite Ore.
It is also the site of the Scourge's final battle.
The Forgotten Abyss is located in the southern part of Icecrown Glacier, quite close to Icecrown Citadel, the Scourge's stronghold.
Tirion Fordring was initially reluctant to enter such a dangerous place; having just been resurrected from the Undead as a human, he didn't want to die in the battle against the Scourge.
Unfortunately, Tirion Fordring had no choice; only at the bottom of the Forgotten Abyss could he find enough Old Gods power to Corruption the Black Heart.
Taelan Fordring sent out the latest news: the Scourge Army has ceased all operations, and all its forces have retreated into Icecrown Citadel. Only now does Tirion Fordring have the courage to act.
The airship landed near the Forgotten Abyss. Tirion Fordring stepped off the airship with trepidation, holding the still-beating black heart in his hands, and stood on the edge of the Forgotten Abyss.
The Emissary followed behind Tirion Fordring, cautiously surveying their surroundings.
After the Scourge Army withdrew its forces, the entire Icecrown Glacier was silent, with no Undead creatures in sight.
The Emissary grew bolder and whispered words of comfort:
"Tirion Fordring, Magic Beacon has been placed on your heart. Once this heart is Corruption by the power of the Old Gods, signifying a complete severing of your past from the Undead, we can teleport it up here, and you can destroy it with your own hands."
Tirion Fordring suddenly sighed:
"Actually, I miss the days of being Undead, with endless lifespan, not having to struggle for ambition. I really want to find a cold tomb and just live like that."
The Emissary frowned deeply, his expression displeased, and asked, "Why do you have such thoughts? Don't forget our great cause."
Tirion Fordring suddenly shivered, and helplessly closed his eyes, forcefully throwing the black heart into the Abyss.
Near the Forgotten Abyss, there was a small town belonging to the Scourge, now deserted. Tirion Fordring and the Emissary strolled into the town.
This place is no different from a human town; the streets are neat, and the architecture is familiar Lordaeron style. In the center of the town stands a cathedral.
Gazing at this magnificent cathedral, the Emissary asked, puzzled:
Do the Undead need faith? What god do they worship?
Tirion Fordring had received a lot of information from Taelan and knew more, explaining:
"The Scourge is primarily composed of the people of Lordaeron. They are no different from those they were in life; many continue their habits and worship the Holy Light."
The Emissary laughed, "Interesting. Undead of the dead who worships the Holy Light. In other words, this is a Church of the Holy Light!"
Tirion Fordring squinted, his mind racing. "No, what I see is a grand stage, a stage that will allow me to return to my peak. All I need is a good script."
Garrosh's revelation of Tirion Fordring's Undead identity caused his reputation to plummet. Now that Tirion Fordring has returned to human form and regained control of the Holy Light, he desperately needs to redeem himself.
The Emissary was also intrigued and said seriously, "I know a golden-haired Kobold named Big Candle Gagg, the best screenwriter in Azeroth."
The Icecrown Glacier is so remote that even if a momentous event occurs, it is difficult for people to know about it.
To create a significant buzz, Jaina and Vol'jin personally invited prominent media figures from across Azeroth to arrive in the town ahead of time via zeppelin.
After the airship landed, a large group of media personnel rushed into the town, taking pictures everywhere. Among them, Big Candle Gagg was the most relaxed, surrounded by a large group of media personnel.
A sexy female Pandaren, striking alluring poses, asked in a coquettish voice:
"Master Gagg, what major event is about to occur here? Could you give us a hint so we can prepare our reports in advance?"
The Big Candle Gagg, sat with his legs crossed, smoking a Stratholme cigarette and exhaling clouds of smoke, saying:
"My friends, you will witness with me a great historical event, one filled with love and hate, good and Evil, struggle and surrender. The Lich King Arthas will show you how he abandoned the good side of his humanity and was punished by Tirion Fordring."
Upon hearing "love and hate," the female Pandaren's eyes lit up, and she asked, "Master Gagg, is the female protagonist Jaina, and her entangled love and hate with Arthas?"
"Cough cough!"
The Big Candle Gagg, was slightly embarrassed. A story without love is incomplete, so he had to use his quick wit and said:
"This will be covered in the next scene. Jaina ventures into the Halls of Reflections to save Arthas's soul. Today's story tells of Arthas's failed Redemption, and it begins with an ordinary adventurer."
An adventurer discovered the soul of a little boy near the Forgotten Abyss. The boy was the kind side of Arthas. Guided by the boy, the adventurer found Arthas's abandoned heart at the bottom of the Forgotten Abyss.
"The adventurer delivered the heart to the Dark Cathedral. The merciful Tirion Fordring saw an opportunity to save Arthas and planned to Holy Light Redemption. Little did he know it was a trap; Arthas had been lying in wait within the Dark Cathedral. Today, we will witness the ultimate showdown between good and evil."
Numerous media professionals meticulously documented the event, their enthusiasm surging and eyes shining, realizing this was big news.
Many media professionals have hired monks at high prices to prepare their articles, which are then sent directly back to headquarters for immediate reporting.
Near the Dark Cathedral, Tirion Fordring was ready. He nodded to the Emissary beside him, carried Ashbringer on his back, and strode towards the Dark Cathedral.
The Emissary silently watched Tirion Fordring's retreating figure when suddenly an Orcs requested an audience, respectfully saying, "Emissary Messenger, General Garrosh requests your presence."
"Garrosh, humph, that guy ruined Tirion Fordring's reputation, I haven't even settled the score with him yet, and he has the nerve to come see me."
The Emissary his hand and said to the Orcs scout, "Lead the way."