Facing the Lich King

Even the Lich King Arthas's most powerful servants could not withstand the expedition's formidable lineup of heroes. Before long, Icecrown Citadel had been completely cleared.

Heroes from the Ashen Verdict and the Warsong Offensive gathered at the highest point of Icecrown Citadel—the Frozen Throne platform where the Lich King Arthas awaited.

The heroes about to face the Lich King Arthas were Highlord Tirion Fordring of the Ashen Verdict, Alexandros Mograine, Highlord Sokizog of the Knights of the Ebon Blade, Queen Calia Menethil of Lordaeron, Alonsus Faol, High Warlord Garrosh Hellscream of the Warsong Offensive, Kargath Bladefist, Jorin Deadeye, Sun King Kael'thas Sunstrider, and Dark Queen Sylvanas Windrunner.

Every one of them bore a grudge against either the Lich King Arthas or the Lich King Ner'zhul. They had come for vengeance.

Seated upon the Frozen Throne, the Lich King Arthas calmly swept his gaze over them. He did not take these powerful figures of Azeroth seriously at all. Rising from the throne, he sneered,

"Well? Has your revenge finally come? Should I cast aside Frostmourne and beg you for mercy?"

As he spoke, the Lich King Arthas descended from the Frozen Throne with Frostmourne in hand.

At the Frozen Throne, the Lich King Arthas was at his strongest. Endless energy flowed continuously from the throne behind him into his body.

As a result, the aura the Lich King Arthas gave off now far surpassed anything he had displayed before.

Highlord Tirion Fordring showed no fear of the Lich King Arthas's immense strength and shouted, "I will grant you a swift death, Arthas. For one guilty of countless crimes, that is the greatest mercy."

"Draenor and all Orcs will never forget your betrayal, Ner'zhul! You failed us, failed every Orc! It was you who turned Draenor into what it is today!" Red