As the old saying went, when you were due for bad luck, even drinking cold water would get it stuck between your teeth, and you might slip into the pit while using the toilet.
That saying fit the young Lich King Arthas perfectly right now.
It was a bright, sunny day with gentle winds, dark clouds, flashing lightning, and roaring thunder. The secret hall within the Hall of Reflection on the upper levels of Icecrown Citadel was suddenly disturbed from its usual tranquility by an uninvited guest.
"Your Majesty, that Titan Evil God is here!"
Well, just as Boss Hu violently broke through the doors and strolled into the Hall of Reflection, the Lich King happened to be there as well. He had come to retrieve Frostmourne.
When the Northern Expedition allied forces split into two paths and stormed the lower and middle sections of the citadel, the Lich King had received the news immediately. He had promptly headed for the Hall of Reflection to retrieve his beloved greatsword.
So a new question arose: why had Sarodar, that Dark Titan Evil God, suddenly appeared here?
Didn't he rarely bother with such irrelevant affairs? He had not participated in the Northern Expedition War from beginning to end, and the Night Empire's expeditionary force had been busy going head-to-head with Ulduar and the Old God Yogg-Saron.
Why had he suddenly come to cause trouble for him now?
Don't panic. The problem was serious, but panicking was useless. Arthas calmly analyzed the situation, then considered the Titan Evil God's personality and methods. In the end, he reached a fairly reliable conclusion: this Titan Sarodar probably had no deeper motive. He had simply been loafing around at home, eating and waiting to die, too lazy to do anything useful. Eventually, he had become unbearably