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Acherus was like a chicken bone to Zul'ra—a thing that was neither worth keeping nor worth discarding. No, it was even more troublesome than that. A chicken bone was merely tasteless to eat and a pity to throw away; one could simply endure it. But if he kept Acherus nearby, it could rebel at any moment, while releasing it would send it back to the Scourge. Yet he had neither the means nor the resolve to destroy it.

"You go help Bolvar first. I'll think of a solution here." Zul'ra glanced at the battlefield still raging behind him and had Tirion go finish cleaning up the remnants of the war. Unless the Scourge was completely eradicated, even a single skeleton would continue fighting.

"All right!" Tirion could not think of a way to deal with Acherus either, so he could only turn and head back to clear up the battlefield.

"Hmm, can I ask you two some questions now?" After seeing Tirion off, Zul'ra looked at the two unlucky fellows, Thassarian and Koltira.

"Ask away, while I'm still conscious." Watching Tirion turn and rejoin the battle with Ashbringer in hand, Thassarian shifted his cold blue gaze toward Zul'ra.

"For you... and you as well, what has allowed you to retain your own wills until now? Do you have the desire or impulse to resist the Lich King?" Zul'ra looked at Thassarian, then turned to Koltira.

"I don't know." Thassarian's reply was simple and direct. He did not understand his own condition at all.

"I suppose we do. But there's nothing we can do about it. As for how we've retained our wills, I don't know either. In any case, we have no intention of being blindly loyal to the Lich King." Koltira bluntly described his situation. Though not very detailed,