"One man is at the gate, and ten thousand men cannot open" - the historical source of this idiom may be just the romantic guess of ancient poets about heroes on the battlefield, but in this magical world where personal force is unlimited, it has become a literal iron fact.

One person is in danger, and ten thousand troops are invincible.

What was storming on the front line was not cold weapons such as swords, guns, axes, and halberds, but countless long and dry claws. Snow-white skeletons were crowded with unfinished zombies. Hundreds of dark blue bone-stubble arrows were shot out from the army behind at all times, covering the narrow passage that blocked the troops' advance like heavy rain. The front and back attacked each other, forming a gray torrent dug out of the tomb, constantly eroding the fortress.

In other words, the ice giant that was more than twenty meters tall and almost blocked the entire passage with its body.

This ice guard, which was magnified four or five times, seemed honest and even clumsy and pitiful in front of Alsace because of his unresisting will, but now after changing the enemy to a large number of natural disaster troops, he has exerted a terrible force beyond imagination.

As mentioned above, its body shape is like the legendary Aladdin Lamp God who realizes his wish. The upper body is a huge half-body with blue ice, while the lower body is a huge cyclone that rotates like a top. While the cyclone lifts it up to the air, it also forms a natural gas shield. Clusters of bone arrows shot from afar are rolled to both sides by the rotating air current that is almost stormy before they get close. As for the skeletons and zombies on the ground, they cannot touch its body due to height. If they want to use their number advantage to climb up and attack, they can only be knocked away by it by the huge ice hammers of two heights. Large pieces of low-level undead weapons that have broken bones and lost their movement power, which pile up into a hill, blocking the footsteps of natural disasters after their bodies.

However, this kind of one-sided crush can only occur under such harsh terrain conditions in front of you. After all, on a steep mountain road that is only a huge number of boundless spirits, the number that can cause damage is less than a hundred at the front. Therefore, when the arrows in the distance are also invalid due to the Wind Shield Cyclone, the skeleton sea tactic, which is known as invincible, cannot even exert the effect of breaking defense, which naturally becomes a joke.

Of course, even if it is an immortal soul, the ice guard with a huge mutated body cannot continue to fight endlessly. Facing the enemy's almost desperate number, it is only a matter of time to lose.

Rorsch looked at the invincible wild posture of the huge guard, but his brows frowned, and a familiar voice suddenly sounded in his ears.

"Ah... Xia, you're so cruel. I feel a headache now, but it's better to go back to my body. But are we just watching like this?"

Rorschach turned his head and looked at Alsace, who was forcibly climbing up from the ground and rubbing his forehead with his right hand, and asked calmly: "If you don't look like this, how much combat power do you still retain now?"

"Of course... it's zero," the paladin who returned to normal smiled bitterly, dragging his palm slightly, and a ray of light like morning light echoed. However, the divine light that dispels evil suddenly made a "ziz" sound. As his palm burned violently, he directly squeezed out the flames and replied sternly: "The power of that sword is indeed powerful. It actually gives my body a strange nature that is almost dead without killing me. It will take me a long time to completely purify this effect."

"This is also expected," Rorschach nodded, "After all, what the Lich King needs is a perfect body that can be taken over, not a useless and rotten bone frame. I guess... the reason why you are chosen may be part of it to your body, hiding some unknown potential."

"But I don't feel honored at all. In fact, this is simply a nightmare, just like the ridiculous and absurd horror stories my father told when he was a child. I thought I would never be afraid of it again..." Arthas took over the warhammer of the past and said self-deprecatingly, then showed a confused look, "Do you know who that big man is, right? Why is it so desperate to help us?"

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"Your people, and your comrades." He glanced at the prince whose face suddenly turned pale and continued softly.

The two couldn't help but remain silent for a while, and Arthas whispered: "Then...what should we do now? It can't resist for too long. Can we just be like this...huh? What's going on?"

Before he could finish his words, his body suddenly tilted and almost fell backwards. Fortunately, he immediately reacted and smashed the war hammer on the ice to smash a spider web, and used this recoil force to support his body. However, in this moment, his ears suddenly moved, as if he heard some vague sounds that were wrong.

"This is, the night before yesterday..." he said subconsciously in surprise, and the war hammer in his hand suddenly trembled violently. In other words, the ice field that caused this series of turmoil was constantly shaking.

"Room rumble rumble———————”

Under Roxa's eyes, the smooth ice surface in front of the two of them were standing, bulging from the inside to the outside. When the "rock stick" that expanded to the flat ground four or five meters, the bulge raised to the limit, it was like detonating tens of thousands of kilograms of strong explosives, and instantly exploded. The ice and stone debris in the sky scattered into a crystal rain curtain, reflecting the misty colorful sunlight.

Immediately afterwards, spider demons with ferocious limbs crawled out of the deep gap, but did not attack, but protected the two men into a defensive formation. Then a monster like a giant ladybug came forward, fluttering with its slender tentacles, trembling in a strange common saying:

"Mortal allies... Aizhun-Nirub follows the established covenant and comes to support him," it paused, his voice suddenly weakened by one or two points, and he continued to say with a hurricane "It is not that we are traitorous after a long time. It is just because the power of evil spirits blocked the vast frozen soil passage. We cannot make any progress until the resistance magic dissipated for some reason. Fortunately, it is not too late."

"It's okay," Rorschach shook his head, feeling that the seemingly crude Zerg's innocence that has been home for thousands of years really corresponds to the online teasing of "It's naturally cute when you stay deep in the house." He pulled Alsace, who was stunned by the side, and urged: "Let's go quickly. When these undead have free time, we will be dead and have no life."

But before the group took action, a sinister voice suddenly echoed in the air, with a strange and long tone, but it had a kind of evil and sharpness that penetrated the heart.

"Haha... Arthas, do you want to run away cowardly like this? Where is your ruthlessness to smash your own people with your own hands?"

Alsace's body stiffened when she heard this, took a deep breath, turned her head, looked at the strange purple figure four or five meters high, and gritted her teeth and shouted: "Melganis."

However, the next second, he couldn't help being stunned.

Because this famous fear demon king who was truly exposed in front of Rorschach in his true body seemed to have just experienced an extremely tragic battle: most of the demonic bat wings on the right were torn off, and the tall body was covered with deep bone-cutting wounds, so that most of the body was soaked in purple-black filthy blood. The heaviest scar among them almost cut its head in half from its eyebrows and eyes to its chin.

"So surprised?" The demon stood in front of him with scars, not caring about everyone's surprise. He just smiled in a gloomy smile and said with a breath: "Actually, I'm very surprised too... It's really unbelievable that a mortal is so powerful that he almost... he really killed me."

It slowly lifted its right arm, and clenched its sharp claws tightly. A strong body, which was only one meter two in size, was shaking around like a broken doll.

As if stimulated by such a rough treatment, the wrinkled face regained a little blushing, and the thin slits stained by dripping blood opened, and the tired and weak old dwarf gradually returned to his mind.

The once unparalleled and brave and upright Lord of the Hill, just looked around for a few glances and immediately understood his situation. He smiled mockingly, and then tried his best to shout:

"Arsace...If you still think that the old bronze beard is your good brother, then, in the name of the beard... go quickly!"

While the old dwarf made the passionate declaration of sacrifice, he held his demon and showed a sneer. As the terrifying demon king who played with the master of the soul, he naturally knew how to truly manipulate the behavior of these young people who were blinded by justice.

However, this time, he miscalculated.

There were no bloody lines such as "I will avenge you" and "Go along the way". Prince Lordaeron, who stood behind, just clenched his fists, turned around and walked towards the lower abyss under the crypt lord.

"Althuss, you coward!" The fearful devil, who had not expected the situation to unfold, suddenly showed a ferocious expression, and he held the dwarf's palm and squeezed it inward, pressing the wounds all over the body like orange juice, bursting out scattered blood.

With the spread of scarlet red in the sky, it roared: "You are just watching your mentor, your good brother is tortured like this? Come here and make a fair duel with me! If you win, you can not only avenge your revenge, but also save this hateful short man!"

The prince, who was just facing his back, was indifferent, and he didn't even have the interest to look back. He just took steady and calm steps and disappeared into the deep tunnel.

Melganis showed an unforgettable resentment, but he did not dare to really pinch the captives in his hand. After hesitating for a moment, it suddenly showed a serious listening expression. After pausing for a moment, it ignored the low-level spider demons used as the broken rear and turned directly to the collapsed glacier wall.

On the other hand, a conversation continues.

"You are right, don't let his hope down." Walking in the dim crypt tunnel, Rorsch suddenly broke the silence and said seriously.

"The power of the Lich King split my evil thoughts and took away my recklessness and anger. I know so much of the 'future' from your memory, how could I continue to commit stupid things?" Arthas shook his head, looked over with his face, and asked worriedly, "But you, you are also polluted by that magic sword. Without my holy light, it really doesn't matter?"

"I know my situation." Roshausen paused and replied.

But the moment he lowered his head, he quietly covered the depths of his eyes, without the dark curtains, and the dark blue was as cold as flames.

(Even if Arthas gave up on darkness, the rise of the Lich King is the established trajectory of history... Another prince, who is also the candidate, is actually more suitable for this path in my opinion...

Okay, the story of the frozen throne that was half longer than expected and seemed irritating has finally come to an end. In the next world, the protagonist will enter "Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone" to seek the function of resurrection of the Sorcerer's Stone. Of course, the process will definitely not be so smooth...

To be honest, I never want to modify my early manuscripts in my life. If I had known it was so procrastination and tedious, it would be better to rewrite it myself, so the pace in the future will be lighter and more generous, that's it.
Chapter completed!