Icecrown Citadel (4)

Lansber kicked the dismembered body in front of him. He felt his stomach churning, not only because of the smell, but also because the visual impact was unforgettable.

"These must be the body parts of Flesh-Golem." Cynthia walked over, her smile the exact opposite of the Elf's nauseous expression. "Disgusting, isn't it?"

Lansber covered his mouth and nose, nodding frantically. He was praying to get out of there as soon as possible, but the person who decided to leave was currently interrogating a Gnome Undead — the Scourge commander they had just defeated, and it seemed he was the one overseeing the stitching of the corpse. The Gnome being too intelligent was definitely not a good thing; for example, they were now creating terrifying monsters for the Lich King.

"Don't kill me, please! I've heard that the Argent Crusade doesn't kill prisoners."

Nathanos kicked away the Undead corpse that the Gnome had been controlling during the battle, and looked down at the Gnome. The dwarf appeared even smaller as he knelt on the ground, and his trembling hands were quite amusing.

There are even Undead who fear death? Interesting!

The Witherer scoffed, "Three minutes. You only have three minutes to speak."

"My name is Kaelen," the Gnome said, his first words coming purely out of instinct, but this was not what Nathanos wanted to hear. Noticing the other's expression darken, Kaelen quickly changed his tune. "No, I think I should say something useful."

"Two minutes left."

Death loomed, Kaelen's mouth suddenly became slippery. "What you're looking for is in the master's lair, but you have to kill Scourgelord Tyrannus first to get in. Frostmourne is in the Hall of Reflection... You... you can find the truth there!"

"Frostmourne has left its master? And is unguarded?" The Witherer almost jumped for joy at the news, but he wasn't stupid. After a brief moment of elation, he continued to pressure the Gnome: "No... impossible!"

"It's true, it's true, I saw it with my own eyes, secretly."

"You have one minute!" Nathanos drew his bow and aimed at Kaelen.

"I swear I'm not lying! Please! Don't kill me!"

Kaelen howled in agony, but Nathanos didn't let go. The Gnome sensed he was about to die a second time. He swallowed hard, then simply closed his eyes. He couldn't remember what he'd been thinking during his last death; he only knew that his mind was incredibly clear now. Many experiments that had stalled immediately broke through bottlenecks; jumbled formulas were quickly assembled; and many more novel inventions awaited his practice.

Unfortunately, these things are no longer meaningful.

Kaelen heard the sound of the bowstring being released, and his body tensed up immediately. He gritted his teeth, and the wrinkles on his face from the tension made it look like he was enduring pain.

He did have that feeling, but it was much easier than he had expected.

A variety of sounds surrounded him, first the sound of air being torn apart, then a muffled groan of pain and a burst of laughter.

This was truly strange. Kaelen slowly opened his eyes, inwardly thanking his God that he could still open them.

Does that mean...?

Kaelen pinched his cheeks with both hands, then looked at his body; there were no holes. He saw that the Undead had shot the arrow at him had indeed released the bowstring and was laughing loudly at a slight angle above him. The Gnome's gaze also turned in that direction.

"I forgot to tell you, my arrows are coated with a cursed poison."

Lord Scourgelord Tyrannus of the Scourge glared menacingly at Nathanos, his spell to kill Kaelen interrupted by an arrow piercing his hand. The Gnome now realized that the one who truly wanted him dead had been lurking behind him all along.

"Don't think I'll let you into the master's chamber so easily. Bring it on if you dare!" Scourgelord Tyrannus, enraged, snapped his bow and threw it at Nathanos's feet, then Frostfang quickly carried him away.

"Was the direction he flew in the same direction as the Hall of Reflection?" Nathanos asked Kaelen. The Gnome stared wide-eyed, and it took him a long time to process the question.

"Yes!" he nodded quickly.

The Witherer nodded slightly, as if to say: You don't have to die.

"Gnome, I'm giving you a way out now, are you willing?"

Kaelen was overjoyed. "Yes, yes! I'll do whatever you want me to do."

Nathanos winked at the slumping corpses in the mine. "You should be able to manipulate those bodies, right?"

"Uh..." Kaelen glanced at it. Most of the Undead creatures in Saronite Mines were used to guard the slaves who were mining, and they were far inferior to the Lich King's other servants. "Of course, but their combat strength won't be of much help in defeating Scourgelord Tyrannus."

"It's good that you can control them!" Nathanos turned and walked to Cynthia's side, whispering, "He's in your hands now."

The Dark Ranger nodded and began talking to Kaelen.

Are those who were rescued ready?

"They're arming themselves." Lansber pointed to the spot where Furnace Lord Gafurst had fallen, where a group of people from the Alliance and the Horde were frantically searching for usable weapons and equipment. Having just gained their freedom, their will to survive allowed them to put aside past hatreds and cooperate with each other.

"Tell them not to miss the battle to kill Scourgelord Tyrannus."

The Hall of Reflection was right behind the Scourge Lord. He had done his best to hold back the invaders; now he himself was the last line of defense. If all else failed, then...

Scourgelord Tyrannus patted Frostfang's neck. The Frost Wyrm, as if on the same wavelength as him, immediately understood its master's meaning and began to roar hoarsely at the sky. The sound was harsh and unpleasant, yet it could still travel very far.

Are you calling for reinforcements?

Nathanos, the first to emerge from the collapsed ice cave, made the Scourge Lord grip his weapon tightly.

Similarly, the Witherer became alert upon hearing Frostfang's voice. After all, Scourgelord Tyrannus was alone, so calling for reinforcements was understandable. The question was, what exactly did he summon...?

Nathanos closed his eyes and sensed the change in air temperature. As he expected, something terrifying was indeed rapidly approaching. The good news was that the approaching entity was not the Lich King, as Nathanos always felt apprehensive when facing the Lich King. The bad news was that the opponent's power was second only to the master of Frostmourne.

"Frostfang? Could it be... no way!"

The others emerged from the tunnel one after another. Lansber and his warrior companions surrounded the Witherer, and the rescued slaves also arrived.

"Brave adventurers, your journey has come to an end. Can't you hear the howling of the north wind? That is the symphony of doomsday." Scourgelord Tyrannus raised his hand, which had been wounded by an arrow and was completely encased in ice.

The Witherer, seeing this, was startled. 'He's using this method to suppress the poison on my arrow?'

Although Scourgelord Tyrannus won't live much longer by doing this, it will buy him a considerable amount of time, which is exactly what the Scourge Lords want.

Nathanos roared at everyone, "Kill him right now!"

"Ha! A bunch of overconfident rabble. After I kill you all, my master's sword can feast on your souls. Die!"