My deepest thanks to Shuzhai and the reader whose phone broke for their tips.
The morning sun hung overhead in a clear blue sky without a trace of other color. Its rosy glow added a touch of color to the fine day, and sunlight flowed brilliantly like musical notes in water, steeping varied, enchanting sorrows. Northrend's weather was cold, and biting winds blew relentlessly.
A sturdy figure in plate armor approached briskly, his footsteps heavy.
"Your Highness, we have a situation," he reported gravely after coming before Rex and saluting.
"The ritual is over, and the Iron Dwarves are coming?" Rex's relaxed expression vanished at once, his eyes growing serious. He had thought getting through this single day would not be too difficult. Although there were signs of Iron Dwarf activity nearby, that did not necessarily mean they would come.
"Not Iron Dwarves. An undead army is approaching," he reported.
"The undead... they've finally come." Rex inwardly tensed. Northrend was the Lich King's trump card. On the surface, there were few signs of undead activity, and most of the continent was quiet, but that was merely an illusion. Beneath all of Northrend lay an underground realm, the Spider Kingdom. Its territory was nothing like the tiny area depicted in the game.
The Spider Kingdom had existed since ancient times. Alongside the Trolls, its inhabitants were one of the two oldest races.
After the Spider Kingdom fell, all its underground passages became hidden strongholds for the undead. With that vast network of tunnels, the undead maintained extensive surveillance over Northrend.
This undead force had certainly come for him. Of that, he was sure. Ever since learning that the Lich King had designs on his body, he had felt a measure of pressure about coming to Northrend. If undead appeared here, they