The Coronation

Illidan approached the Frozen Throne and took out a crystal, placing it on the throne. At once, a cloud of mist welled up from the armor inside the Frozen Throne and gathered around the crystal.

"How dare you!"

Arthas, facing the Frozen Throne, had seen everything. He gave a low growl, then reached out and clenched his hand toward the throne. A huge black hand stretched out from behind him, but just as it was about to touch the crystal, Illidan slashed it apart.

"Hmph!"

Seeing his Death Grip broken, Arthas snorted. He took Leiluo's Holy Light-wreathed punch head-on. His helmet was knocked off, and a wound appeared on his deathly pale face, like a patch of wall that had been soaked in water. Skin kept peeling away from the wound, only to heal again.

But Arthas wasn't about to take that blow without answering in kind. Frostmourne pierced through Leiluo's leg armor and sank deep into his thigh.

"Ah!!!"

With his thigh pierced, Leiluo let out a scream. At the same time, he swung his left hand, trying to grab Arthas by the neck, but Arthas dodged him.

"This ends now."

Arthas pulled Frostmourne free, leaving a shard of ice lodged in Leiluo's thigh and rendering him immobile. Then Arthas turned his gaze to the Frozen Throne. Ner'zhul's plan was proceeding smoothly: a third of the armor inside the throne had already lost its luster. In other words, a third of Ner'zhul's soul had transferred out. But Arthas wouldn't give Ner'zhul another chance.

On Icecrown Glacier, Arthas seemed like a god. With every step he took, snow and ice swept him forward, greatly increasing his speed. Soon, he reached the Frozen Throne. Illidan tried to stop him, but a mass of ice wrapped around Illidan's foot. He shattered it