Icecrown Citadel (22)

Why did you do that?

"I have no obligation to answer your questions." Nathanos stared at the Female Elf -like blue dragon, and he noticed that apart from her, there wasn't a single other blue dragon in the Azure Dragonshrine. Had the Blue Dragonflight abandoned this place?

Tethys was somewhat angered by this attitude. "Sindragosa is the Frost Queen, who can defeat her?"

"Haven't you Dragons caused enough trouble for mortals?" Nathanos said, without giving any examples, because the blue dragons would surely know.

Tethys cradled Sindragosa's soul in her hands; the flickering light was now extremely faint, perhaps the ancient blue dragon's final lingering attachment—to rest in Dragonblight. Tethys sighed, "The Blue Dragonflight thanks you for your help."

Then the Undead in front of him turned into black mist and disappeared at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Was he heading towards Icecrown Citadel?"

"Still not found them?" Belmont shouted, tearing the spider silk clinging to him. When they reached Frostwing Hall, he and the others realized they were too late. The place was a mess, littered with white bone fragments and signs of battle, but Sindragosa and the Witherer were nowhere to be seen.

"This bloodstain is frozen solid!" Korok knelt on one knee, carefully examining the traces left by the Witherer. "Your master must have been seriously injured," he said. "But I can't sense Sindragosa, perhaps she..."

"Then where is the Witherer?" Belmont wasn't about to give up. "Where is he?"

"The bloodstains lead straight to the edge of the platform, which means he fell down." Argent Crusade Captain Anas was merely stating one possibility for Nathanos's whereabouts, but it nearly drove Belmont into a rage. He was angry because of Anas's extremely relaxed tone, typical of Elf, which sounded as if he were celebrating something.

"I'd love to know if you were still this calm when Arthas breached the Sunwell."

"What did you say!"

"Enough!" a woman's voice snapped, immediately stopping Belmont and Anas's argument.

Korok immediately stood up. There were no women among them; the voice could only have come from behind. The Death Knight looked over and indeed, a Female Elf stood at the entrance to the Frostwing Hall.

Anas was the first to recognize who it was. "Lady Sylvanas, it's an honor to meet you here."

"I don't know you, soldier. There's no need for such flattery." Seeing that Anas's eyes were green, Sylvanas was certain he wasn't a member of the Silver Covenant.

"In any case, you are still the Regent's sister."

"Then you should know that I am an enemy of the Horde." The Female Elf's words left Anas speechless. Sylvanas ignored him and walked directly towards Belmont. "You seem to be the one who knows the most about this place. Tell me, soldier, what exactly has happened here? Highlord Tirion is waiting for news from inside Icecrown Citadel."

She lied; Ashbringer is probably already engaged in a final battle with the Lich King. She just wanted to know how the Forsaken's master was doing, having received news from Veronalara that Nathanos would be facing the Frost Queen alone.

'Damn it! Why is he always making me worry?'

This Female Elf seems somewhat similar to Alleria! Belmont became more alert and cautiously replied, "As you can see, a battle took place here. Sindragosa should... have been destroyed, but..."

"How are the people who killed her doing?"

"Your compatriots say he fell into the abyss," Belmont said reluctantly through gritted teeth.

Sylvanas's face turned deathly pale, but she remained calm and wouldn't jump to conclusions based on a single story. "You saw it with your own eyes?"

"No, that's just a guess!" Korok said. He had some impression of the Witherer, but he didn't expect that the Forsaken looked somewhat special would dare to take on Sindragosa one-on-one.

This courage is admirable.

"The battle was over when we arrived here. The only thing of value is this bloodstain," the Deathslayer pointed to Sylvanas's feet. The Female Elf's boots walked unnoticed on the dark red "pattern."

"So he might still be alive, then we should go find him."

"Thank you for your concern, madam." Belmont's eyes weren't as sincere as his words; his suspicion was practically written all over his face. "However, this is an internal matter for the Forsaken. You seem to be overly enthusiastic."

Nathanos's followers are quite loyal. Sylvanas smiled faintly and explained, "I'm just making sure we have more power to face Arthas, and the leader of the Forsaken must be eager to kill the Lich King."

"The world around you will crumble before your eyes!" Arthas raised Frostmourne and plunged it into the ground. A sudden gust of cold wind tried to throw everyone except him off the platform.

"Move towards the center!" Tirion shouted, realizing the order was a bit too harsh, because Arthas was standing right in the center. He couldn't attack while casting spells, and the closer you got to him, the lower the temperature became. The weapons in your hands felt like needles pricking you.

But this is much better than falling.

"Valkyr, obey your master's commands." The Lich King's voice pierced Tirion's ears. Fordring recalled that during the attack on Icecrown Citadel, the Lich King's Valkyr warriors had not appeared. Only now did he realize why.

No one is unaware of those terrifying winged beings. They possess the features of Vrykul women, yet they do not rely on innate strength. Their most chilling ability is to resurrect the dead.

"Resurrect the dead!" These five words sent a chill down Tirion's spine. He could almost hear the Valkyr flapping its wings. Looking around, he saw many warriors already fallen beneath Frostmourne's blades. Ashbringer commanded, "Quickly throw all the corpses off the platform!"

His words startled his allies, who were still struggling in the cold wind. This Paladin should have understood the ideals of the Holy Light and the meaning of honor better than most. He had even been accused of treason for saving an Orcs's life and was later exiled.

Those who sacrificed their lives in this war are all martyrs, and their remains will be sent back to their hometowns for a solemn funeral.

"This is inhumane," shouted a female Priest who was receiving treatment.

Tirion looked at her sharply. "You want to talk about humanity with the Lich King? You want to talk about humanity with the Valkyr?"