The small town named "Heneme" has a geographical location on this ice field, which is roughly equivalent to St. Petersburg at the mouth of the Neva River in northwest Russia. It is also a transportation hub and economic center that circulates a radius of hundreds of miles. Whenever the cold winter at the end of the year, civilians from independent villages from all directions will spontaneously come here to communicate with each other.

Of course, this refers to the human prosperity that has disappeared in the past. Now, this lively market town has long turned into a ghostly creature surrounded by the dead.

The thick wooden battlements outside the town used to resist wild beasts have been dismantled, replaced by artistic relief purple-black towers. These floating creatures, three feet above the ground, are rugged, and countless complex and unexplained rune lines are carved on them, emitting a faint chilling light at all times.

Dozens of natural disaster psychic towers floated in front of the town like a circle, forming a dense artillery network on the front line. In the town behind these psychic turrets, most of the houses made of wood and stone have been razed to the ground, with different colors such as "cursed temples" and "slaughterhouses", etc., which originally only existed in a famous game, occupying a large amount of space.

As for the center of the plains further ahead of this quiet ghost town, there is an endless pale battlefield.

The battlefield between the living and the dead.

Looking from afar, it looks like a white lotus that is hundreds of meters long and is blooming brilliantly. The four snow-colored petals blooming with their stamens, and from time to time, they overflow with bright red streams and seep into the ground.

However, in the nearby landscape, thousands of white bones spread large white curtains on the ground, surging forward like pure white tides, but clusters of silver lights did not fall like real reefs, washing away the pale waves surrounded by skeletons again and again.

Like a reef, what resisted the invasion of these dead people was a group of soldiers. These humans with different hair colors and pupils, and European-faced humans were all in an infantry lineup. They carried a square inverted triangle shield about half a meter wide, held a single long sword of fine iron, and were covered with thick iron cast plate armor, standing against each other, forming a line of defense called the steel torrent.

Compared with the scattered and crowded skeleton undead, although these long-standing skeleton formations are smaller, they are undoubtedly much more orderly. The soldiers are only arranged in a typical twelve-man square array, moving and supporting each other, and can easily remove most of the impact of the sea of ​​skeletons in front of them again and again. The white bone knife that the skeleton soldiers spawned on the exquisite armor will be cut. As long as they are not unlucky enough to cut into the connection space of the plate armor, they will often make a crisp "shock" sound, leaving a shallow scratch.

However, despite this, shrill screams and dull sounds of falling to the ground were still heard from time to time in the crowd. It turned out that there were gray-brown zombies hidden in the curtains of large skeletons. These agile zombies were the real lethality of the natural disaster. With the protection of the active friendly forces, they jumped and attacked. Compared with the almost harmless skeleton soldiers, their claws often brought out large pieces of blood with one blow, even if they were killed by their comrades next to them immediately after taking action, even if the loss was one to one, it was still an unbearable price for the crusade army that could not be supplemented by the cross-sea expedition.

The most headache-inducing thing is that even if these soldiers gritted their teeth and cut the skeletons apart the previous moment, a dark light would be sprinkled in the town near the natural disaster. The dark tones covered the white bones on the ground. In a blink of an eye, the broken bones would reorganize the weak skeletons, and they would regain the instinct of the bloodthirsty dead, causing a new round of quantitative suppression. Under this endless repetition and consumption, even these senior soldiers who were as cold as iron could not help but be shaken by the fighting spirit and desolate in their hearts.

That is the role of the necromancers under the psychic tower. These living people who defect to the Scourge Legion specialize in the resurrection and manipulation of the necromancers who live for the battlefield may not be worth mentioning, but their role in local wars is irreplaceable. Especially with the constant magical power of the psychic tower behind them, they can not only resurrect the skeleton soldiers as cannon fodder, but also use a range of curses and plagues to weaken the enemy. As one grows and the other disappears, even if the army of the living on the opposite side is obviously stronger, they can only be exhausted and exhausted and fall into difficult consumption.

It’s not that no one directly assassinated the casters with the idea of ​​cutting off the cauldron. In fact, in the past few days, several stalkers in the army who were proficient in concealment skills have attempted to approach, but as soon as they stepped into the open space, they were covered by the cold light shot out of the psychic tower and turned into dead frozen corpses. With these bloody cases in front of them, the Northern Expedition Army had to give up this idea.

What they didn't know was that the human traitors who wanted to eat their flesh and blood were actually not easy.

Under the psychic tower, more than twenty necromancers in black robes were scattered, waving their staff from time to time to release them. On the side, they stood four meters high and weighing hundreds of kilograms, bald fat men who looked like Japanese sumo wrestling. This undead corpse monster called "Haven" stood aside as bodyguards of long-range troops.

On the more remote inside, rows of orderly skeleton archers stood in groups, and from time to time, a cluster of faint blue sparks ignited from time to time on the arrows of the bones, projecting into the repeated military formation, stirring up a ripples belonging to the dead.

"It's not so much a bodyguard, but rather a military supervisor who prevents the escape..." In an introverted corner of the spellcaster, Rorschach, who was also wrapped in a black robe with a hooded purple-patterned mask, covering himself with only a pair of eyes, sighed quietly.

It was the third day since he was mistakenly recognized as the Necromancer named Schiller Cohen and was arrested for the natural disaster garrison.

These days, the exposure of his identity that made him worried was not happening, because more than a dozen colleagues who were also summoned seemed to be indifferent to each other, or they could not care too much. Every day, they would be forced to return to the arranged cottage to recover their energy, and they could not have free time to have any party. And the hatred of the monitor is even more bizarre, and naturally it is impossible to judge through external performance that someone cuts corners. Rorschach occasionally released the most basic skeleton resurrection once in a while, pretending to be in a contemptuous look of his mage colleagues around him.

"What's that matter... I'm obviously here to join the Justice Army of Alsace, following him and slaughtering the undead all the way, and then fighting to the end, he went to find Frost's sorrow, but I took the opportunity to sneak away, and the mission was naturally completed. Why did I fall into this situation all at once..." Rorschach was no longer complaining like this more than once. Unlike the fanatical believers around who firmly believe that the Lich King will win, he, who is familiar with the plot, will not be confused by the superficial victory of the disaster side as today.

Indeed, not to mention the glacier ice crown, which is known as the natural disaster camp, after years of business development of the Lich King, there are tens of thousands of scattered undead wandering in this wilderness area alone. With a little organization, a large army of zombies that floods thousands of troops of the prince. But as part of the careful conspiracy of the Lich King, the world's villain, in order to cultivate the extreme mentality of Alsace falling from the clouds to hell, no matter how exaggerated the troops, they are just warm water used to cook frogs.

In fact, this is the main storyline of Prince Arthas, the original protagonist, falling from light to darkness.

Prince Alsace, who had cleared the Lordaeron plague, obtained the information that the black hand was hiding in Northrend in the fight against the demons, and resolutely led the whole country's troops to fight against Northrend. However, when he crossed the river and sea to chase Northrend, he was surprised to find that the military foundation of the natural disaster in the North Pole was as strong as the troops he brought. Just when he decided to fight to the death, he "accidentally" encountered the swordsman Muladin, the King of Hills, who also came to the North Pole to conduct archaeology. With the troops led by this dwarf king joining, the two combined teams were able to successfully conquer the undead base led by the lich.

According to the general traditional magical story, at this point, it should be the successful ending of "the prince finally crossed the sea and completed his revenge after unremitting efforts." Unfortunately, in the realistic and cruel Azeroth plot, it can only be...

After unremitting efforts, the prince finally ushered in a dead end that he had made.

It turned out that what they mistakenly thought of the Lich King's base was actually just the outpost of the Scourge Corps in Howling Fjord, which was not even one-tenth of the Lich King's total strength. The actions of the Arts Northern Expedition Army were like stabbing a hornet's nest, and were submerged by the endless sea of ​​undead spirits. When he finally broke through with the last remaining soldiers, he had to face the pursuit of thousands of miles. At this point, Arts was forced to a dead end and had to fall into the Lich King's final trap, leaving behind the remnants of the army loyal to him, and staying alone for thousands of miles to find the legendary sword "Frost Sorrow" that can restrain all the undead spirits...

As the saying goes, "If you want to use your advantage, you should first defeat your edge." In such a conspiracy one after another, Arthas's revolt will only face a deeper level of defeat, and his mind was thus urged to the brink of collapse. So when the last prince Lordaeron, who was once a master, stood alone on the ice field, looked back, but found that he had long been betrayed by his relatives and could not save the soldiers who trusted him the most, he finally issued a desperate cry of "willing to bear all the curse", pulled up the magic sword in the ice cave, and completed the last step of the dark ritual, from pride to madness, and completely became the death knight under the command of the Lich King.

The period of time when Rorschach intervened was on the eve of Arthas' fall.

In other words, if there is no accident, the Heinim undead town where Rorschach is located is the undead base conquered by the Northern Expedition Army of the Alsace in the early stage in the WAR3 plot. In other words, no matter how things develop, all the natural disaster soldiers in the entire town are already destined to become victims of the plan.

"I must think of a way... Even if I can't join the prince, I must leave this broken ship that is about to rot." Just as Roxa was in a headache for his own situation, he suddenly felt a bright light, as if a ray of light suddenly lit up in the darkness, and the stalemate situation had a new change.

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(ps:

Some people seem to complain that they don’t know the plot of “The Frozen Throne”. In order to prevent readers from reading difficulties, they are mentioned here slightly.

I will upload detailed stories later on in the work.

I will not make such a mistake in the future. When the backgrounds of "Inuyasha", "Harry Potter", "Journey to the West" and "X-Men" appear roughly in the following text, I will vote for everyone to make a choice.
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