Aaron never thought at the beginning that he would encounter a situation where he would need to consider how to deal with Ner'zhul. In Aaron's plan, it would be a great victory to be able to clean up Ner'zhul's peripheral forces so that the old Orcs could only shrink to Icecrown Glacier. Watermark test
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This is also related to the fact that Aaron did not include the dragon's support at the beginning. At that time, he did not expect that Ner'zhul would dare to attack the dragon's bones at this time, and as a result he incurred the dragon's wrath.
Moreover, Aaron's impression of Scourge mainly comes from the game. Scourge in the Arthas era was not as good as it is now. Apart from anything else, the millions of Undead raised by Lordaeron cannot be underestimated.
Although Aaron knew that the current strength of Ner'zhul's subordinates was not as strong as in the future, he still habitually overestimated the other party, so now when Aaron found that there was only a thick layer of ice between himself and Ner'zhul, he was a little confused.
Normally, an enemy as powerful as Ner'zhul should be killed on the spot, but in Aaron's mind, the words of a figure with a black body always pop up. "There must be a Lich King."
At that time, Tirion led Knights of the Ebon Blade to the top of Icecrown Citadel and killed Arthas. In order to avoid losing control of Lich King, Scourge The huge number of Undead became a fatal threat, so the half-dead Bolvar chose to bring Helm of Domination with Lich King to restrain the Undeads.
"Do you want me to put on this helmet?" Aaron stood in front of Frozen Throne, looked at the full armor in the ice, patted the ice gently, and said, "Hey, Ner'zhul, are you at home?"
However, no one responded to Aaron, and the scene was a little awkward for a while.
Aaron scratched his head, weighed the Silver Hand Warhammer in his hand, controlled the warhammer to become a little larger, swung it with all his strength and hit it on the throne.
Only a loud bang was heard, and several fine cracks appeared on Frozen Throne. These cracks did not spread. It seemed that this huge ice block was indeed very solid.
Aaron leaned on the war hammer and clenched his fist tightly. Smashing it with all his strength made his palm numb slightly, but the effect was not very good.
"Um... do you want to give it a try?" Aaron looked back at Vereesa and the giant dragons who were watching this scene. In terms of power, of course the giant dragon was more powerful.
"I'll do it." Krasus walked up to Aaron, suppressing a smile and said, "Do you want to get that thing out?"
After getting a positive answer from Aaron, Krasus stood in front of Frozen Throne, recited a few spells, and summoned several huge fireballs to fly around. The high temperature rising from the fireballs began to heat the ice and the throne began to slowly melt.
"Why don't you breathe?" Aaron looked at the ice melting trend and estimated that it might take a long time, so he asked.
Krasus continued to summon fireballs while replying, "I'm worried that my breath is too strong and will destroy all these things."
Aaron rolled his eyes and thought that the armor should be able to withstand the high temperature of Red Dragonflight's breath. However, since Krasus chose this method, Aaron didn't say anything more. Anyway, as long as he could take out the armor where Ner'zhul's soul resided.
Watching Frozen Throne slowly melting, Aaron fell into deep thought and continued to think about how to deal with Ner'zhul.
"Should we simply give this set of armor to Archaedas to remake it and get a new set of armor?" Aaron thought in his mind.
Take the current Undead With the scale of the Legion, even if it gets out of control, it will not be as dangerous as Bolvar and Tirion Fordring at that time. Anyway, now Scourge's footsteps are only limited to Northrend It's just a few deserted areas. Aaron feels that even if these Undeads get out of control, there should be no problem, but those Nerubianss will have a lot of trouble if they want to revive Azjol-Nerub Empires.
"Let's remind them then," Aaron thought. Anyway, it would be very difficult to revive the empire with the current number of Nerubianss. It would be better to just let them move to other places to restore their own populations first. It should be about the same after the Undead Nerubianss go back after they are completely rotten. "Wait a minute, what did I see?"
While he was thinking about how to deal with Ner'zhul later and what consequences this would have, Aaron noticed from the corner of his eye that the black shadow in the gradually melting ice seemed to disappear, leaving only...
"Why only one sword?"
Aaron looked at Frozen Throne, which had been melted by a small amount. When Frozen Throne melted to this extent, he should have seen the black helmet, but he only saw a sword hilt exposed from the ice.
There is a skull with sharp corners as decoration on both sides of the hilt. The sharp corners spread to both sides, and a sharp blade is exposed below.
Noticing this scene, Krasus also showed an incredulous look. Obviously he also knew that something was wrong, but he did not stop casting the spell to see what would be revealed after it was completely melted.
But Aaron already knew what was in front of him. The famous Frostmourne, although in terms of materials and maker, this sword is not top-notch among the ranks of artifacts, not even as good as the Silver Hand Warhammer in Aaron's hand - after all, this warhammer was given to Tyr by Titans.
"Do you feel that there is a cold air surrounding this sword?" Vereesa gently patted Aaron and said.
The high temperature caused by the fireballs summoned by Krasus originally caused the temperature nearby to rise sharply. However, as the sword body of Frostmourne was gradually revealed, the temperature of the air began to drop again.
The sword that emerged from the ice was engraved with several dark blue runes. These strange runes contained the magic of cold and death. Just looking at these runes made everyone around them feel chilled from the bottom of their hearts.
"I think this thing is very dangerous." Krasus said, hesitantly wanting to stop the spell, and turned to look at Aaron with questioning eyes.
Aaron signaled Krasus to step back, stepped forward, mobilized his whole body Holy Light to cover his right hand, and stretched out his hand to try to pull the magic sword out of the ice.
"Ah!"
As soon as Aaron pulled out Frostmourne, he felt a terrifying mental wave spread along the blade of the sword to his body, and a chill covered Aaron's whole body. Then, Aaron's vision went dark, and he fell to the ground with Frostmourne, causing the onlookers to exclaim.
"I was careless." This was Aaron's last thought before losing his vision.