Wrath of the Lich King

The howling winds of Northrend were so cold they made your face hurt. Yet even in such terrible weather, a huge airborne fortress sailed through the sky. It was none other than Naxxramas Necropolis, the home base of Kel'Thuzad, the Scourge's chief Lich.

The reason Kel'Thuzad had suddenly transported his base across the sea from Quel'Thalas to Northrend was neither that he had failed to obtain Anvina nor that Mograine, the Grand Lord and one of his Four Horsemen, had fallen.

Kel'Thuzad had journeyed thousands of miles across the sea because the most important thing a Lich possessed—his phylactery—had developed a problem.

A month earlier, Kel'Thuzad's heart, hidden inside his phylactery, had suddenly begun beating wildly. Though his body had long since been separated from his heart, the Lich's transformation ritual had forged an even closer connection between them than before.

No matter how many thousands of miles away he was, Kel'Thuzad could sense it whenever something happened to the heart inside his phylactery.

And if a heart that had been silent for four years suddenly began beating wildly, there was only one possibility: the person who held his phylactery had awakened from their slumber. He was summoning Kel'Thuzad, calling his servant back to his side to obey him once more.

To be honest, deep down, Kel'Thuzad was a thousand times, ten thousand times unwilling to find himself another master. But what could he do? His phylactery was in someone else's hands.

The price he had once paid to obtain Eternal Life had become the weakness that held him in check today. In Kel'Thuzad's empty heart, a trace of regret rose.

On Icecrown Glacier, fortresses had been built around the Frozen Throne, which had once stood alone. The Frozen Throne towered at the highest point of Icecrown Glacier, and