A Bully's Pursuit

The giant skeletal guard let out a shriek. Its hard white-bone body seemed to melt in an instant, turning into a pile of shattered bone fragments. The massive sword and shield in its hands clattered to the ground as well.

This was the Hall of Reflection, the Lich King's private sanctuary, so aside from a small number of high-ranking undead guards, there were no other undead here.

After passing through the long, freezing corridor, Boss Hu strolled into another hall at the end of it. Aside from an icy blue throne, the place was completely empty.

"Ah, Arthas, you've seriously lost touch with the people. Look at this room—do you eat, drink, piss, and shit all from your throne? Hahaha—hic..."

Boss Hu glanced at Faren, who floated beside him in midair and struggled desperately, then sneered, shook his head, and continued onward.

There was another corridor, and this one was bottomless, seemingly leading all the way to the outermost edge of the fortress.

Boss Hu had sharp eyes and immediately spotted his target.

That youngster, Arthas the Lich King, was running desperately ahead, running toward that distant hope, running toward—

A wall of Fel Energy fire suddenly appeared, blocking the Lich King's hopeful path.

"Hehehe, run, little girl, run! Hehehe..."

Hearing that wicked, life-threatening voice from behind, the Lich King did not hesitate. He raised Frostmourne and began summoning an incomparably massive Army of the Dead.

All manner of undead burst from the ground, every last one of them high-ranking elites. From armored ghouls to flesh giants, they had everything.

As expected of the Lich King—he was far more formidable than ordinary Death Knights. His Army of the Dead was made entirely of boss-level undead.

The Lich King then began forcefully breaking through the Fel Energy fire wall before him.