Chapter 567 25. Before the Throne
The inaccessible Northrend continent is a mysterious place in the eyes of all living beings.
There are too many secrets buried on this continent. Just those barbaric vrykul who stay in the tribal civilization and those powerful dragons are enough to discourage 99% of adventurers in this world. This kind of caution is a must. Yes, because vrykul and dragons are far from the most dangerous existence on this continent.
At the northernmost tip of the continent, close to the North Pole, is a magnificent group of mountains standing in the dark night sky, so there is no way to enter these mountains in any direction. In fact, its overall height is higher than that of Northrend. The plain is like a part of the "protruding" part of this continent.
The creatures living in the local area think that mountain is the place where the gods live. In their eyes, the mountain range shrouded in endless storms and terrible snowstorms all year round is sacred and dangerous, and no reasonable person should enter it , and should not attempt to disturb the creatures within.
It was the Storm Peaks, one of the first vestiges of the Maker.
Tyrion is sitting at the intersection of the Storm Cliff and Icecrown Glacier at this time, on the top of the snow-covered mountains. If you have good eyesight, you can even directly look at the scenery of the North Sea. This is already the entire Azeroth. One of the tallest mountains.
He was sitting on a piece of cold ice, the Ashbringer was at his feet, and the Lord of Darkblade was holding a lighted "secret" cigar in the corner of his mouth. The blue eyes are full of peace.
"Have you brought anything back?"
Tyrion exhaled a long puff of smoke, and then asked. Behind him, Valgri Agatha pulled out a black wooden box from the void. The surface of the wooden box was wrapped with chains engraved with inscriptions. Those specially made The chains are intertwined, just like tightly binding the dangerous things in the box, preventing it and its power from escaping from the wooden box.
Agatha placed the heavy wooden box before Tyrion's eyes, and she said:
"This is a dangerous thing that exudes an ominous atmosphere. A curse remains in it. No reasonable person should use it."
"click"
Tyrion's fingers brushed against the surface of the locked wooden box, and the heavy chains snapped. The moment he opened the wooden box, the wind and snow in the entire hill suddenly howled, like a dark The will is breathing, like roaring.
"Danger?"
The great lord's eyes were fixed on the ice-blue, heavy long sword carved like ice cubes placed in the wooden box. He stretched out his fingers and slid on the smooth blade, and said in a low voice:
"Is there anything more dangerous than me in this world?"
"hum"
At the moment when his finger slid to the hilt, Tyrion's five fingers clasped the hilt of Frostmourne, and lifted it out of the box. This long sword from the same origin as Apocalypse Tyrion's hand was beating, and at the very beginning, it continued to emit its own power, trying to infect the sword-bearer in front of him, but after touching the huge death energy in Tyrion's body like an endless sea, This sword seemed to be "scared", and quickly retracted all its power into the sword body.
Then frantically resist the erosion of power from Tyrion.
"hum"
Tyrion's wrist flipped, and the sharp blade made a scalp-numbing sound of breaking wind in the air. Dark blades flew out from the blade, cutting towards the surrounding mountain walls, and the rocks collapsed for a while. fly.
Tens of seconds later, he stuck the cold Frostmourne on his forehead, and then said to Agatha beside him:
"Have you heard?"
"What?"
Agatha shook his head in doubt, and then heard Tyrion say in a strange, drawn out tone:
"Frostmourne... hungry!"
"ah?"
Agatha showed a blank expression. She didn't know how to answer this sentence. Seeing the Valkyrie's silence, Tyrion shook his head helplessly, and then threw it back amidst the humming of the magic sword. In the box in front of him, Agatha stepped forward, closed the wooden box, and locked the sword again with a chain.
Even for a pure spirit like her, this magic sword from among the stars is very dangerous.
"Don't you use it?"
Agatha threw the box back into the void, and she looked at Tyrion, who threw the cigar at the corner of his mouth on the ground, looking at the flame dancing in the cold wind, he shook his head:
"On a physical level, it's not as strong and sharp as the Ashbringer."
"In terms of magic, it is not as arrogant and powerful as Tianqi, not to mention that unruly bastard sword has completed a self-breakthrough."
"Its only commendable soul imprint means nothing to me. Why would I use a bad one when there are better ones? Besides...it can't even speak...hope it Won't be intimidated by its brother's "new look"..."
As he spoke, Tyrion set his gaze on the looming black spire in the distance in the wind and snow. He brought the cold gauntlet back to his left hand, moved his fingers, and said in a low voice:
"Let's go, Agatha, take the "gift", let us visit the owner of this place... visit my old friend."
"As a guest."
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The black spire above the Icecrown Glacier, this is the northern fortress that was built when the Lich King entered Azeroth.
It is made of rare Saronite from under the great glacier. This mineral only exists in the coldest place in Northrend. This ore has a special and amazing conductivity to death energy and shadow magic. After that, it is extremely strong, and most importantly, after engraving the undead runes, this thing will become a naturally enchanted armor.
Of course, the weapons and armor made of this mineral cannot be used or even touched by the living, because this ore naturally contains an ability to affect the mind of living beings. There will be hallucinations, auditory hallucinations, and even weird whispers constantly lingering in the mind. In short, this is not a "treasure of heaven and earth" in the traditional sense.
The appearance of Saronite is said to be inseparable from some ancient dark forces.
The entire black spire where the Lich King lives is made of Saronite, which is indestructible and connected to the magic nodes of the entire Icecrown Glacier. As long as the Lich King is willing, his fortress can become a huge magic tower at any time. fortress.
At the very beginning, there was only one solitary tower standing in the center of the glacier, but after several years of construction by countless undead workers, the entire Icecrown Glacier was surrounded by this huge black steel wall , On the magic power nodes around the glacier, the Lich King also built several auxiliary towers to surround the nodes, and built the entire big glacier into an unfallen fortress.
The rampant activities of the Cult of the Damned in the northern border also brought a considerable number of heretics to the Lich King. Those who were talented among them were all sent here by the Vrykul fleet under the Lich King's instruction. In order to prevent these "fragile" living beings from losing their lives due to various reasons in this place of misery, under the order of the Lich King, an evil building called the Cathedral of the Damned is about to die on the edge of the black tower. finished.
This is for the cultists and lunatics who come on a "pilgrimage".
In short, unlike the Darkblade Legion that is attacking cities and lands everywhere, the Lich King seems to be obsessed with the "construction" game in the years since he entered the world of Azeroth. He is in the most desolate and harshest environment in Azeroth In the region, the world's largest and most terrifying fortress group was built.
The most elite "evil power" that he gathered over the years is gathered here.
This is a low-key force that is not valued by the world. However, its destructive power is actually comparable to that of the Dark Blade Legion.
Tyrion, who was wearing a long black hood, covered his face under the hood, and he walked alone on the black stairs leading to Icecrown Citadel. The strange metal stairs condensed in the extremely low temperature There was a layer of frost, and on both sides of the stairs, those dark structures in the state of stone statues, those gargoyles that resembled a combination of birds and bats quietly performed their duties as "sentinels".
But their eyes hidden under the stone didn't dare to take a look at this impudent "visitor" who was advancing. The previous few reckless guys just screamed and were smashed into pieces by the huge death energy cracked ice sculpture.
Obviously, this is an unimaginably powerful "similar", he must have come for the Lich King who is on the throne, such a grievance between big men is not something weak guys like them can participate in.
Most importantly, after the news of Tyrion's arrival was passed to the Lich King, the leader of the Scourge did not say anything special, which means...he allowed his entry.
"Well, nice palace."
Standing in front of Icecrown Citadel under the "watching" of nearly a hundred Scourge Death Knights, Tyrion looked up at this majestic fortress under the dark sky. The Lich King's aesthetics are really good. Hard lines and sharp spikes are used as decorations, layered on top of each other, looking like a black city of steel.
It is full of oppression and aggression, just like the frost behemoth lying quietly at the North Pole of the world. Although it is resting, when it makes its first roar, the whole world will be alarmed.
"But it's still not as good as my Dark Temple..."
Tyrion shook his head, and stopped paying attention to these cold buildings. He walked forward, and the natural disaster death knight guarding in front of the fortress followed the instructions of the voice in his heart, driving four huge necromancer storm giants, The "visitor" of Icecrown Citadel pushed open the gates of the fortress.
Amidst the muffled sound, a trace of extremely cold mist lingered in front of Tyrion's frost sermon. The interior of this black spire was filled with ice and falling snow composed of pure death energy. The noble liches and death knights stayed quietly on both sides of the road, watching Tyrion step by step into the depths of the fortress.
Among the most powerful warriors of the Lich King, most of them are tall vrykul, some crypt lords and nerubian priests wearing thick ice armor, and some high elves who died in Quel'Thalas. Existing in the form of a dark mage, judging by the size of this fortress, the number of soldiers "welcoming" on both sides is too small.
They should be the Lich King's absolute confidantes, because Tyrion is very clear that his arrival is a matter that needs to be kept secret from the Lich King. After all, there are still some unfinished "promises" between the two of them. .
The great lord ignored these servants. He stepped on the rune teleportation array to the highest point of the fortress under the gaze of those cold gazes. In the gathering of cold death energy, the high tower was jumped by the distorted space. When Tai When Ryan opened his eyes again, he was already standing on the highest point of the black spire.
This is a ring-shaped platform, which is composed of a solid piece of ice. On this open-air platform, white snowflakes are flying everywhere, and this platform is also covered with snow. The platform is covered, and it seems that no one will come to clean it every day.
Tyrion raised his head. On the platform of the ice ring, there was an irregular iceberg carved from pure white ice. Beyond the iceberg was a not-so-gorgeous throne, and a roughly carved The stairs go all the way up.
On the throne was an irregular piece of ten thousand year old ice. In the ice was a set of blue-black armor, dotted with white skulls and black patterns, and a fur made of some kind of animal fur. , and an empty full-covered crown, on top of the crown, a blue gemstone shines in the ice, and a spiritual force as thick as a mountain is escaping from the ice. out.
Not that there was no one there, and in the ice, a ghost was watching him.
"The great lord of the dark blade, the conqueror of the eastern continent, the ruler of the undead, the black dragon slayer, the end of human civilization, the demon slayer, the tyrant of Draenor, the sword bearer of the apocalypse, the challenger of death. ..Hand of Fate, Enemy of the World...Dreadful and Exalted Tyrion Dawnblade..."
A deep voice covered Luo Xue, and he whispered in a tone of singing poetry:
"You are welcome, I have been waiting for you...too long."