Azeroth Shadow of the Moon

Ner'zhul, who was far away on the Frozen Throne, almost scolded, "Why did this guy appear here?!"

"Tichondrius! Didn't you say that you will send demons to hold the night elves of Sandara!"

"huh~"

Tichondrius, who was standing next to the big ice block, snorted coldly, "Yes, I promised you that I would hold off Sandara's defenders, but do you think ordinary demons can stop that powerful demigod?"

"Don't play word games with me!"

Ner'zhul asked angrily, "Where are your high-ranking Nathrezim? Why don't you let them go up!"

Tichondrius' original joking expression turned gloomy, "Ner'zhul, you'd better figure out a premise."

"We are the guest generals sent by Lord Kil'jaeden to assist you in forming the Scourge, not your subordinates."

"Each high-level Nathrezim is a precious asset, and has its own tasks to complete. We have no obligation to die here for your boring plans."

"And let's take a step back..." Tichondrius sneered, "I don't think relying on my Nathrezim can stop him. It's useless anyway. Why sacrifice my people to help you achieve your goal?"

"Don't you still have the hole card of Anub'arak? Why don't you take it out and use it?"

"you!"

Although Ner'zhul had long made up his mind to get rid of the control of the Burning Legion, the fledgling Lich King could not escape the assistance of demons.

He really wanted to take this opportunity to get rid of the monitor under Tichondrius, but the degree of shamelessness of the other party was beyond Ner'zhul's expectation.

Tichondrius said with a half-smile, "Instead of thinking about how to get rid of our surveillance, you might as well think about how to face Lord Kil'jaeden's anger after the plan fails."

Ner'zhul's plan had bad intentions for the dreadlord from the beginning, and it was he who sent the dreadlord away as part of his plan that caused the situation to spiral out of control.

Although he was very breathless in his heart, Ner'zhul, who didn't even have a body at this time, couldn't completely tear apart his opponent.

"...Anub'arak."

"My lord, I am here."

Ner'zhul suppressed the anger in his heart, and ordered in a calm tone as much as possible, "Go immediately, go around the Moonsong Forest from the underground of Zul'Drak to the predetermined location, take the target out of the cave, and send it to the two people at night. in the camp."

Ner'zhul snorted coldly, "Since the plan to fight each other is unsuccessful, I'd like to see which of them can withstand the temptation of a powerful artifact."

...

The battle between Arthas and Thrall takes place behind the mountains to the north of the Bronze Dragonshrine, near the eastern end of the Crystal Rift.

The glacial fissures all over the Dragonbone Wilderness are said to have been left behind when Tyr led the five proto-dragon leaders to fight against Galakrond. The passage of thousands of years has not smoothed out the scars left on the earth.

Although Andrea didn't dare to be 100% sure, he vaguely remembered that the cave where Ner'zhul buried Frostmourne seemed to be nearby, so one could imagine what that guy was planning.

Alsace exhausted his physical strength in the previous battle. After leaving the battlefield, the accumulated fatigue hit him all at once. He struggled hard for a long time, but he was still unable to stand up from the snow field.

Andrea waved his hand and called out a soft wind, lifting Alsace from the ground.

With trembling legs, Alsace struggled to climb up the back of the loyal Invincible with the help of the breeze, barely allowing himself to sit on the horseback.

Lost at the hands of a young orc, the resentment and humiliation in Arthas' heart could not be expressed, but he had to maintain his demeanor in front of outsiders.

"Thank you for your help again, Chairman Moon Shadow."

Alsace, who was extremely weak, said hoarsely, "Where are the orcs?"

"Retreat."

Andrea shrugged and said, "The other party's commander is Orgrim, a cunning orc who knows how to advance and retreat."

"Seeing the undead worms fleeing into the tunnel, Orgrim decisively ordered the whole army to retreat the moment your soldiers stopped to observe the situation. It is impossible to catch up now."

"Yeah……"

Alsace gave a perfunctory expression with a flat expression, and then, under the worried eyes of his two personal attendants, he urged Invincible to retreat back to the camp without any fluctuations on his face.

‘It’s too calm, it’s more worrying about his mental state. '

Andrea shook his head, ‘Forget it, let’s get down to business first. '

Andrea had sent people to search in Dragonblight before. They searched all the caves, but they didn't find Frostmourne's whereabouts. It should be that Ner'zhul hasn't sent the sword here.

But it's different now. Since he made it clear that the chariots and horses lured Goyle and Alsace, it proved that Frostmourne had been delivered.

Not far to the north of the battlefield where the orcs and humans fought, Andrea discovered a suspicious cave.

But when he entered the cave and stretched out to search, he found nothing. Instead, he found a deep hole leading to the ground in the cave.

"The reaction speed is really fast, have the high-level undead bugmen come?"

Andrea groaned and touched his chin, "Urgent recovery of Frostmourne, Ner'zhul's next step..."

"not good!"

Recalling Alsace's strange state of excessive calm before, Andrea immediately turned around and left the cave, chasing the Lordaeron army in the exact direction and flying towards their camp.

When seeing Alsace again, Andrea breathed a sigh of relief. The prince still had a two-handed warhammer hanging on his back. Ya felt a lot more real.

'Since you're not on Alsace's side...'

Instructing the scouts to keep a close eye on the human camp and report any changes immediately, Andrea rushed in the direction of the orcs' retreat without stopping.

Contrary to Andrea's expectations, the orcs did not hide and flee east and west, but went south along the ruined Titan Road, all the way to Wyrmrest Temple.

"wrong."

Watching the orcs enter Wyrmrest Temple under the vigilant supervision of the Dragon Clan, no matter how powerful the insects are, it is impossible for them to slip into the range of Wyrmrest Temple, and it is impossible for Goel to enter Wyrmrest Temple with Frostmourne without being noticed.

"Alsace is showing off his acting skills?"

Thinking of this possibility, Andrea felt like beeping the dog.

"Young man, your talent is a bit crooked!"

When Andrea received an urgent notice from the scouts and turned around to return to the human camp, Alsace had disappeared, leaving the soldiers in the camp panicked to find the whereabouts of the prince.

The scout who felt that the mission had gone wrong asked tremblingly, "Speaker, shall we continue to investigate?"

"No."

Andrea sighed, "You don't have to blame yourself, it's not your fault, it's just fate."

Looking at the deep hole leading to the ground in Alsace's camp, Andrea said helplessly, "Since he is determined to go to a dead end, what can we outsiders say, go back and get ready."

Andrea withdrew her frustration, and said calmly, "Before the Lich King completely controls Arthas, send all the troops of Northrend to launch a general attack on the Frozen Throne."