Almighty Game Designer Chapter 1148: The Fall of the Lich King

Master Fording is also an old acquaintance of the players.

This legendary paladin was exiled from his homeland because of his friendship with an orc warrior. When talking to his son Taelan, he said the well-received saying: " Race does not represent honor. People should not make judgments about beings different from themselves."

Old Fording lives in seclusion in the Plaguelands and feeds on the carrion insects. He sees that his son Taelan has joined the Scarlet Crusade and is losing himself. He hopes to use some souvenirs to awaken his puppet son. , Let him rekindle the will of the Paladin.

When the players brought the toy warhammer, the banner of glory of the silver hand, and the paintings of love and family to Taelan, the high lord of the Scarlet Crusade read Fording's handwritten letter, and burst into tears.

However, Taelan was killed by Ethanlion on the way to leave. Fording, who lost his beloved son, completely recovered the power of the Holy Light that was lost due to the Eitrigg incident. He vowed to bring Lordaeron Come to a new order.

During the battle of the Light’s Hope Chapel, the Lich King ordered the death knight lord Darian Mograine to lead the Acherus Death Knights and the Scourge to attack the chapel in an attempt to obtain three thousand saints from the chapel. The remains of the knight's heroic spirit, transforming it into an undead force.

In the moment of crisis, Darion threw the fallen ash messenger at Fording. With the help of three thousand paladins in the chapel, Fording used the power of the Holy Light to purify this fallen weapon. Legend has it Weapon Ashbringer was reborn.

At this point, the Silver Hand and the Silver Dawn merged into one, forming the Argent Crusade, and Fording became the High Lord and the true leader of the crusade against the Lich King.

In the chilly Northrend, players and the Argent Crusade fight together. Starting from Dragonblight, the players recall the whole process of Alsace’s fall, participate in the trial of the Crusaders, and finally pass the ashes. The Judgment Army invaded the Icecrown Citadel, overcoming all obstacles, and finally came to the Lich King.

The gray line of grass snakes travels thousands of miles.

The battle against the pinnacle of the Lich King began as early as ten years ago. The clues run through "Warcraft" and "World of Warcraft". Each hero finally collided on the Ice Throne. The most intense spark.

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"Warriors, attack!!"

High Lord Tirion Fording rushed up with the Ashbringer, but in the next second, he was frozen in the ice grave by the Lich King.

For this scene, Zou Zhuo and the others are not surprised, they have opened up wasteland countless times, and Old Fording has been frozen countless times.

The players started to fight against the Lich King skillfully according to the established strategy.

Although it has gone through countless team dungeon trials, it still requires a long wasteland and unremitting efforts to defeat the mighty Lich King.

25 people completed their tasks in an orderly manner. The tanks stared at the mobs about to be refreshed attentively. The output profession silently thought of the output cycle in his heart to hit as high as possible the second injury. The healing profession focused on the bloodline of the whole group. And various debuffs on teammates.

"Dead gangrene, run to the terrifying beast, ready to disperse it!"

"Parasite! Commandments, animal husbandry, and shields!"

"The stage has changed! Leaving the central area, everyone hurry to find their position, the mirror image is brushed, and the speed is pulled away!"

"Spread the positions slightly to reduce the tormented damage... Hurry up and knock down the ice puck, don't let it come close!"

"In the third stage, prepare to fight Huaerqi! I have arrested people, first save the mage! Give control, ok, turn to fire!"

"There are still three seconds of black water! Fast, scattered, sprinting with rocket shoes in medium black water, very nice, come and gather."

"Be careful of soul harvesting, immediately change to taunt! Open skill hardtop, heal the skill, give me milk!"

"Okay, okay, the fourth stage is very smooth, ready to enter the fifth stage, speed priority to deal with evil souls! dk opens the army, the knight opens the invincible to knock me out!"

"The bloodline of the whole regiment should hurry up and raise it! Continue to hurry up in close combat!"

"It's the final stage, don't care about anything, just work on the boss! Don't care about anything, try to output the boss!"

"It's over, beautiful!"

The players are still desperately outputting, but it is already full of laughter.

"Passed, awesome!!"

"Wow, it's not easy! Our guild finally killed the Lich King!"

"Hahahaha, too strong!"

However, at this moment, the Lich King raised Frostmourne, and the whole group killed in seconds.

A few players looked dumbfounded: "What the **** is the situation? The group is gone?"

The conductor explained: "No no, this is a normal plot, just watch the show."

The Lich King came to the center of the Ice Throne: "You trained them very well, Fording, you sent the most powerful warriors in the world before me. This is just what I want! The silent sacrifice will get my praise!"

The power of Frostmourne began to erode the corpses of every player: "See it with your own eyes, I will transform them from corpses into soldiers of the Scourge, and Azeroth will fall into chaos and destruction in their hands! , Will be the first corpse!"

"I will enjoy this irony!"

However, at this moment, Fording, trapped in the ice grave, suddenly shouted: "The supreme light! Please bless me! Give me strength and help me break through these shackles!"

Fording's body suddenly burst into infinite power of holy light, and instantly broke through the ice grave, and the ash messenger in his hand directly cut off Frostmourne!

The Lich King looked at the broken Frostmourne in his hand: "This...impossible..."

Lord Tirion Fording shouted: "It's over, Arthas! Your days of killing creatures are over today!"

Terenas Menethil shouted: "Freedom at last! It's over, my son, it's time for liquidation! Warriors of the Holy Light, gather together!"

The players stood up again and launched their final attack on the Lich King. The Lich King, who had lost Frostmourne, looked fragile surrounded by countless souls.

The Lich King shouted in pain: "I am like a lion in front of the flock, but they are not afraid of me!"

At the moment when the Lich King fell, two huge achievement panels popped up in everyone’s field of vision:

[The Frozen Throne (25 players)]!

[The Fall of the Defiled Demon King (25 players)]!

At the same time, rows of achievements popped up in the guild channel to complete the refresh screen instantly, and other guild members also sent congratulations.

"Wow! Killed the Lich King? It's awesome!"

"It's awesome, after all the wasteland was opened up for so long, I finally killed it!"

Arthas fell to the ground, his helmet rolled to the side, and the broken Frostmourne lost its strength.

The familiar melody sounded, it was an elegy of mourning.

Arthas tried desperately to stand up, but everything was in vain. The soul of the old king Terenas came to him, and the blue light in Arthas's eyes gradually dissipated...

"Father, is everything... over?" Arthas asked, looking at his father's soul~IndoMTL.com~.

The old king said calmly: "The kingship has no eternity, my son."

Alsace's eyes were filled with confusion and despair: "There is only...a darkness..."

The old king Terenas closed his eyes for Arthas, and then said to Fording: "Without the control of the Lich King, the Scourge will be even more crazy and unstoppable. The control of them must be maintained. Therefore, there must be one, the Lich King..."

Looking at the dissipated soul of the old king, Fording picked up the Lich King helmet on the ground.

"I will carry this heavy burden...no one is more..."

At this moment, a voice shouted: "Tirion! What you hold is a cruel destiny, but that does not belong to you!"

Fording turned his head in astonishment. He found that the Duke of Bourval, who had been constantly tortured by the Lich King, had become completely unrecognizable. The dragon's fire was constantly burning his body, but he was still alive.

"The world of the living has already disgusted me. Put the crown on my head. This curse will be guarded by me!"

"Tirion! You and these heroes have your own destiny, and this last task will be completed by me!"

Fording has a complicated complexion: "History will always remember you, brother."

The Duke of Bourval shook his head: "No! If the world wants to be reborn in destruction, everything that happened today must be forgotten!"

Fording's face was full of pain, and he put the crown of the Lich King on the head of the Duke of Borval.

Frost rises, freezing the Duke of Balwar in the ice grave.

"Tell them that the Lich King is dead! Bolvar Fortagan died with them!"

"Let's go, get out of here, and never come back again!"

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