The Lich King merely chuckled at Tirion Fordring's words. "What? You say I'll pay in blood? You call me a coward? I'll show you what it means for blood to flow in rivers... what it means to tremble at the mere mention of a name..." The Lich King drew his sword, the cold gleam on Frostmourne clearly visible.
Patrick, however, remained unhurried. "Are you Ner'zhul right now, or Arthas?"
"You mean that vessel?" The Lich King remained unhurried. "He was a useful pawn, and this body barely meets my standards."
"It seems you do care quite a bit about Arthas. At least you're personally controlling everything he does."
The Lich King-no, it should have been Ner'zhul-still maintained an indifferent attitude. "He is my only hope. Naturally, I have to handle it myself."
Unlike those still fighting bloody battles around them, Patrick and the Lich King seemed to be chatting casually, showing no sign that a great battle was upon them.
"What about Arthas's soul?" Tirion Fordring was furious. From what he had heard, the truth was that Ner'zhul had controlled Arthas and then destroyed the entire Kingdom of Lordaeron.
"Right here." Ner'zhul waved the sword in his hand, and the runes on Frostmourne shone with blue-white light.
"Bastard!" Tirion raised the Ashbringer and was about to charge at Ner'zhul, but Patrick blocked him as soon as he took his first step.
"The High Elves keep their promises. I once promised Terenas that I would support Lordaeron, but I never imagined Lordaeron would still be destroyed. All these years, I've been helping its surviving people, hoping that one day they can restore their kingdom."
Patrick continued speaking, and Tirion Fordring felt reassured when he heard him. He had never understood why Patrick supported the Scarlet Crusade and the Argent Dawn so