"Why! Why do you do this! Ah!! My Lord! You actually betrayed me!!!"

The boiling spiritual wave roared, but was confined to a narrow range. The most direct consequence was that this magnificent ice crystal palace began to tremble.&&

The dripping ice chips fell, and the fire was difficult to melt. The ice wall that was stronger than the steel actually spread a little fine cracks.

Gragala, accompanied by a burst of crisp sounds, the icicles on the top began to fall, fell to the ground, and cracked into several sections.

This blue ice and snow palace, which is built in unknown places, looks like a doomsday scene that is about to collapse.

However, the next moment, when a circle of purple ripples rippled with a strong figure as the center, time seemed to stop in an instant and then flowed backwards.

The broken icicles were spliced ​​together, flying in the sky, hanging upside down again. The white crystalline ice chips were also bit by bit back to the wall, bonding to the cracked texture...

"Neozu, don't struggle. My Lord and...Kiljadhan's idea is not something that the guy who attempts to steal the secrets like this can understand. If you contribute all your mental power, I can make the decision and give you some pleasure."

The cold voice is beautiful in magnetic sound. Isn’t it just Locke who should have done "that thing" elsewhere? But Locke’s current appearance is stranger and more handsome, becoming more like Chu Xiang. And his majestic body seems to have become thinner...

As for "that thing" - my goodness, except for the imagination of Jaina and Arthas, who would do it for three days and three nights in a row? Even if the apostle has enough endurance, he must consider the equivalent benefits of giving and rewards. There is no longer the pleasure of mortals, or at least he feels much less indifferent than mortals, so that fools will never get tired of it.

Two days ago, Locke had already arrived at the Ice Crown Fortress and completely cut off the spiritual connection between the Lich King and his minions. Or to put it more accurately, he had borrowed the power of the God of War to completely imprison Ner's ancestors.

This is the real reason why no undead appeared in two days, and the attack on the Alsace army!

"No! No! The ending shouldn't be like this! Bastard! I don't accept it! If you want to plot against my mental power! Then let go of your guard! Hahaha! I will fulfill you! I won't accept it! You outsiders and beasts! Take away my faith! Take away my dream I have worked for all my life! Now I'm still here to knock on my bones and suck marrow, and even my soul needs to be exploited! You are simply more terrifying than demons!!!"

I don’t know what kind of torture I suffered, but Ner's mind was obviously a little confused and crazy.

From the ice cracks in the frozen throne, it is not difficult to see that as time goes by, the power of the Lich King Neozu is weakening little by little - this time it is reduced not only by faith, but also by his own power.

And half of the leaked power was continuously absorbed by Locke, and the other half disappeared into the air... As for the belief that had been left with a very small amount, there was a place to go.

Originally, a demigod should not be qualified to calculate the true god no matter what. Even a shaman who is born with a strong spirit should not have the huge spiritual energy that controls hundreds of millions of undead creatures on the entire continent. He even has the time to block Kiljadan's perception and seduce some powerful mages.

The kind of mental power that even the original deity before becoming a god cannot be contained by the soul of the mortal. Ner's ancestor did have some means, the frozen throne, the frozen throne, and a cage was not only transformed into a device to accommodate faith, but even the soul was directly refined into the ice to replace the lost physical carrier.

It’s no wonder that when facing the threat from his deity, he dared to say wildly that he would “fight the whole family and beat him up and leave.”

Due to the imprisonment, he had long given up his right to gain freedom with ice. It is precisely because of the existence of the prohibition that ice will still be only a dead object and will not develop self-awareness.

He is like an engineer who built a treasure house alone, and the property he accommodates is faith and spirit. All he needs to do is to control the key and obtain ownership of the treasure house. He does not need to directly turn the treasure house into a living thing and act freely.

Unfortunately, no matter how good the calculation is, it will be futile in front of the True God, especially the powerful True God...

"Hmph, Naozhu, I just don't want to lose my power in vain. Do you think that the torture of Kiljadan to you and the punishment in the distortion of the void was the cruelest punishment in the world. Naozhu, you are too naive. In my eyes, you are just a dead dog. Even your master, Kiljadan, the guy you fear the most. In the eyes of my master, the great war, space, and the god of life, Chu Xiang, is not much stronger than a dog. January Hedong, January Hexi. Many things and changes are no longer something you, a guy who works behind closed doors, can grasp. I will give you a chance to actively contribute your strength, or..."

Lock slowly walked to the Ice Throne, and pressed against the crack of the dark blue ice with one hand, accelerating the extraction of power.

The biting cold chill invaded his skin, but it could not make him frown slightly.

According to rumors, the first time the apostles unite and give birth to the crystallization of life, the strength of each other will decrease slightly.

But now, Locke gives people a feeling that it is more ethereal than three days ago, and a little unrestrained. Of course, this is not kidney deficiency, but the deeper the degree of integration with space. When the two are not distinguished from each other, his power is equivalent to the incarnation Chu Xiang uses at this moment - in short, he was a true god at that time! Locke has become stronger!

"No! No! You want to take away my strength! I would rather die!!!"

He would rather die than follow, and never regret it. At this moment, the mental fluctuations that erupted like a return to the light made the Ice Palace tremble again, and the ice stones fell. But in the next second, they were knocked back to their original form by the fluctuating purple wave. This time, not only did the ice cave return to its original state, but even his spirit was faintly imprisoned.

"I want to die...dream."

He did not yell at the clamor for not being able to survive or die. But against the backdrop of Locke's calm tone and expression, even Naozu wailed in fear.

"No! No! I am the Lich King! I am the great Lich King! I want to become a god! I want to become an immortal god..."

A whirlwind overflowed from Rock's palm against the Ice Throne. The spiral energy that emitted a lilac color was centered on Rock's palm, like a giant drill bit, which invaded the interior of the Ice Throne along the crack.

Silent cracks began to spread on the surface of the ice sculpture, visible to the naked eye, and the originally clear throne was gradually covered by a white spider web, which was due to the visual error caused by the cracking inside the ice layer and the refraction of air.

Ner's unwilling roar became weaker and weaker, gradually disappearing into Locke's spiritual world.

For the rebels, Locke would certainly not let him die so comfortably. This is just because the remaining power of Ner's Aozu was no longer enough to allow him to have an equal conversation with Locke in the spiritual world. The client who had no capital was of course ruthlessly thrown out of the brothel... Well, maybe he had to beat him up, the destruction of the spiritual world...

Originally, the entire body of the royal blue and transparent outside the domain ice was as bright as glass. At this time, the entire body had turned white and turbid, with fine cracks covering the inside and outside, and perhaps it would burst out in the next moment.

The rich spiritual power of the unintentional in the air was even so much that Locke had no time to absorb it. Even if it merged into a transparent twisted tide visible to the naked eye, it kept fusing into his body, and most of the power was still lost and dissipated.

This is exactly why Locke wasted his time trying to "persuade" Ner's zombie. If he is not plundered by cooperation, there will be a lot of loss - the pleasure of rape. In addition to perverts, in the eyes of normal people, he is still more than adultery...

"Although spiritual power is a relatively scarce and important one for me. But this does not mean that you who have resources are qualified to bargain with me."

Boom!

The white ice chips exploded like a reduced avalanche. The solid extraterrestrial ice crystals were destroyed so thoroughly, completely decomposed into tiny single crystals, so that the dispersed cold wave even accumulates into thick snow scenes in front of the throne, just like the north behind the scenes of winter.

A "creak" sound.

Stepping on the dry ice crystal carpet, the water vapor had completely solidified and contracted. Looking at the throne covered with a layer of light snow dust in front of him, Locke once again put his palm on the armor.

"My Lord's servants only need to follow the glory of our Lord and guide them by the will be considered heretics. Besides, I promised to thank you 'good'."

The heavy ornate armor began to tremble, which was the powerless struggle of Ner's lord.

The blue ice sword inserted in the snow next to the throne screamed independently. The long sound of expectation and excitement was obviously not crying for the fall of the old master, but rather like a hungry and thin horse. Finally met Bo Le... It was a distant call...

............

"Your Highness, the neighborhood has been cleaned up and no enemies have been found. Except for this last ice cave, it seems to be sealed by a powerful magical force, and the subordinates and others are unable to enter."

The large army was left outside, and the Ice Crown Fortress changed its master in just a few hours. More than a thousand elite soldiers in the team completely controlled the entire Ice Crown Fortress.

It is worth mentioning that during this period, everyone had almost no decent resistance, and the sporadic powerful undead creatures were also killed. When Arthas came to this last ice cave, or in front of the ice palace, Darren and others who were accompanying him were still as if they were in a dream...

"That's it? It's over?"

Darren Cial couldn't believe it, and it was natural that the two days of peace were seen by the generals as the gloomy before the storm. But in the opposite way, what awaited them in the end was not the fortress with strict garrison and strong evil spirits, but an empty nest...

Could it be that the Lich King knew he was defeated and could he move in advance?

With all kinds of doubts, Darren Sail came to this ice cave that was claimed to be sealed by magic. The repeated baptisms of the "God of War" not only greatly increased his physical strength—in naked suits, he was at least ten times stronger than before. Even the warrior's cultivation level broke through the holy realm and advanced to the legend he had always dreamed of.

With the power of his legendary power, when he touched the invisible barrier, Seer actually frowned.

I saw him clenching his fist quickly like a slight force. With a low and dull sound, the invisible portal showed a slight fluctuation. Darren, who was subjected to a recoil, staggered and took a few steps back.

Turning around, Darren looked at Arthas apologetically and shook his head.

"Sorry, Prince, my subordinates are incompetent."

Arthas did not blame him, and his eyes signaled to comfort Seer and walked straight to the invisible barrier. As for the only spell master present, Miss Gianna, who should have broken the ban, frowned and looked at the sky, as if she had felt something...

Wow!

The howling wind was Alsace holding the shadow of sadness in his hand! This legendary giant axe drew a beautiful arc and slashed towards the invisible portal at once.

With a soft "pop", the invisible restriction broke through. Before the onlookers could cheer, a dragon roar suddenly came from the sky!

"hold head high!!!"

The loud and loud dragon roar even stirred up a snow tide on the ground. Everyone was in a mountain valley, and the dragon roar echoed between the walls, making it even more intense!

The Ice Crown Fortress was not built entirely on the hillside, but was connected by individual scenes.

Faced with the surprise soldiers from the sky, the soldiers couldn't help but become martial law, with sharp weapons unsheathed, shields in front and bows in the back.

Especially Jaina, she seemed to have discovered these visitors, and she had already raised the wand of Anthonydas in her hand, and was ready to cast the spell.

Only Alsace, who never even turned his head, silently insisted on "Sadness of Shadow", walked towards the depths of the Ice Palace...

There, something seemed to be summoning him...

"Prince! Be careful! There are enemies..."

Darren Cial was about to speak to remind Arthas that he didn't want to turn around, Arthas's back had been swallowed by the darkness.

"Alsace!"

Jaina also noticed the abnormality of Alsace and exhaled quietly. She didn't have the time to care about the dragon, so she hurriedly followed her after her.

At this time, the red dragons that had become as big as a pot lid in their field of vision flew in groups, and small black dots suddenly fell densely like raindrops!

Oh my God, those dragon pirates jumped down hundreds of yards like this. Are they all crazy?

"Where is Arthas! I am the messenger of the God of War, Illidan!"

Boom!

I saw a green-winged and purple-tailed meteor quickly falling from the sky, causing a wave of snow not far away, shaking the ground.

The slogans shouted by the visitor made the soldiers of the Northern Expedition Army at a loss-

Another, God of War Messenger!

............

"My Lord, praise you, the great Lord of Death, Thorbarast. Your glory is more intense than the sun and brighter than the moon. Your glory spreads like the wind in endless planes. As long as I reach, it will become the source of your faith. My Lord, Lord of Death, now there are some heresy who want to hurt the lovely lambs under your command. Please lower your anger and destroy them!"

With Salou's disgusting hypocritical praise, the deity stared at the increasingly brighter green bead - the Eye of Sargeras. He seemed to have no intention of letting the gathering force be emitted, and he even silently urged Salou to continue.

Sweat had faintly blemished from the latter's forehead, and the sky could see pity. Salou didn't want to do such a matter of planning the Lord of God for openness and justice. Even his incarnation felt extremely tired.

Things in the world are impermanent. Even though he has tried his best to prevent his master from feeling the inner tricks, the loss of some power has aroused the vigilance of the "Lord of Death" far away from the billions of planes.

"Who is it! Who is stealing my power! Salou! I heard your call! Tell me, what exactly is it! Who is stealing my power!"

The heavy pressure came from outside the black sky, and could distinguish the world in such a nearly empty environment. I also thank the positioning of the Titan Temple in the distance.
To be continued...