Gadd ran.
He fled that very night.
Just as he had decided to devote himself to the Alliance's great cause and fight the Lich King to the death, a towering figure appeared at the platform's entrance.
That helmet, that armor, that sword...
It was the Lich King!
The Lich King had actually come in person!
Making a snap decision, Gadd hurriedly told Rhode:
"Archmage, the Lich King is here! I'll ride the Frost Dragon-oh, the blue dragon-to report to the Alliance army right away and have them send reinforcements!"
Rhode said gratefully, "Thank you so much. But try to have them send Paladins. With the holy light protecting them, they're less likely to be affected by the conditions here."
The monsters in Icecrown Citadel seemed endless, no matter how many he killed, and now even the final boss had arrived.
Although the Lich King seemed to be alone, who knew whether any Scourge elites were lying in ambush somewhere?
Without reinforcements, even Rhode wasn't confident he could keep fighting forever.
Now that Gadd had volunteered to fetch help, he couldn't have asked for anything better.
"Of course. Take care, Archmage..."
Rhode saw a blur flash before his eyes. By the time he heard Gadd's voice again, Gadd was already outside the platform.
He had climbed onto Sindragosa's back and was getting ready to fly away.
Huh? Wasn't this guy badly wounded just now? His dick had even been burned off, yet he was moving so nimbly!
How much pain Gadd must have endured to fetch reinforcements as quickly as possible.
As for Gadd, his crotch naturally hurt.
But however much it hurt, could it compare to having the Lich King run him through, then suffering eternal damnation inside Frostmourne?
What did this little bit of pain matter if it meant