Dreadlords could not be killed in the physical universe. Only their physical bodies could be destroyed. Their souls would return to the distorted void, and it would not be long before they descended into this world again.
However, in order to prevent the prince from causing any more trouble, Han Lingqiu did not tell him the bad news. Therefore, Arthas happily led the fleet back home. Muradin and the rest, who had already achieved their goal, naturally followed the prince home. They cut off the Dreadlord's head and prepared to bring it back to Lordaeron to pay tribute to the people who had died in the plague. At the same time, they also raised the prince's reputation that was about to fall to the freezing point.
As for Han Lingqiu, he still had some things to do and was prepared to play for a while longer.
Muradin had left him a detailed map so that he would not get lost in the snow.
The gloomy sky had already cleared up, replaced by the moon hanging high in the sky.
Different from Earth, there were two moons in the night sky of Azeroth. One was white and bright, known as the White Lady. It was said that it was the courtyard of the Moon God and the residence of Elune. One was a blue-green and cold place known as the " Blue Child." Some said that it was the back garden that Elune had prepared for her children and husband. Some said that it was the place where the Moon Goddess 'sister lived. Some even said that it was the prison that Elune used to restrain the Moon of Demons.
The two colors of moonlight alternated, making Noscent seem like a dream.
The cold wind tore at his hair and caressed his face.
Due to the power of Frostmourne, Han Lingqiu didn't feel any discomfort even in the snow. Instead, she felt strangely comfortable.
Puff!
The rune sword that was flashing with a cold mist stabbed into the psychic's neck. The blood that was spurted out was instantly frozen into ice shards and fell to the ground of the Psychic Tower, making a crisp sound of ice colliding.
The dense cold air flowed into the shaman's body through the blade, and his skin quickly turned pale and green. When he opened his eyes again, he looked at Han Lingqiu with the same gaze as the other shamans, with only respect and obedience.
"My king!"
Han Lingqiu nodded in satisfaction as she looked at the group of spiritualists bowing respectfully.
The creatures killed by Frostmourne would become puppets under the demonic sword.
They still had their past memories and thoughts. The only thing that had changed was that they had a new target of loyalty.
In the past, they were loyal to Ner 'zhul, but now, they were loyal to Han Lingqiu.
The Psychic Tower was a small base of the Scourge Army. It was made up of some strange pyramid-shaped structures that pulsed strangely due to dark magic.
These structures originally belonged to an even more ancient race, but their entire race had been wiped out by the Scourge. These pyramids, which had been painstakingly built, had also become the small strongholds of the Scourge on the frozen continent, serving as the exclusive laboratories of the spiritualists.
Psychic was commonly known as Necromancer.
When the Scourge Army was at its peak, it had an army of five million Undead. The plague only transformed the lowest-level Undead. As for the transformation of the high-level Undead, other than a small portion that was personally handled by the Lich King, it was basically handed over to the spiritualists.
They were experts in the study of Necromancy. Not only could they transform ordinary zombies into Undead Warriors, but they could also strengthen and mutate all kinds of undead. The stitched up monsters like the Abomination were their masterpieces.
For Han Lingqiu, who was determined to rebuild her army of hundreds of millions of Hades soldiers, such a character was of course an indispensable soldier.
Suddenly, thunder boomed in the south, with a strange rhythm.
"Wait…that's not thunder!"
Han Lingqiu quickly realized that it was just a very, very loud flapping of wings.
He turned to the south and saw the sky in the distance suddenly darken. A blurry shadow flew over like a bomber.
In the next moment, several dark clouds swept across the sky. The cold air froze the falling snow into crystals.
" Frost Dragon…"
Han Lingqiu mumbled and took out a map from her bag.
A Frost Dragon had actually appeared here. Could it be that he had taken the wrong path and was already close to the Tomb of Galakron?
Galakrond, the ancient Progenitor Dragon, the father of all dragons. His body was larger than all the Dragon Aspect combined, and his mouth could even swallow a Progenitor Dragon in one gulp.
Countless years ago, the mad Galakrond had used the power of a single dragon to sweep away all the ancient ancestral dragons. In the end, he had only been defeated with the help of the creator Titan Tyr. But in that battle, Titan Guardian Tyr also lost an arm, which showed how powerful Galakrond was.
Ever since the rise of the Scourge, they had been digging up Galakrond's remains, preparing to revive him as a member of the Scourge.
In the area of the excavation site, other than a large number of Disaster Soldiers, there were also many resurrected Frost Dragons and Storm Giants as guards.
These few ice-blue dragons that flew over quickly were the Frost Dragons that had been revived by Necromagic. They were also the most powerful soldiers of the Scourge Army.
A total of seven frost dragons were spread out above the Psychic Tower, blocking the moonlight behind them.
"Ner 'zhul's new trick?"
Han Lingqiu looked at the sky and rubbed her nose speechlessly.
He had killed the Dreadlord with a single punch. Although he was the weakest among them, he was still not someone that a few Frost Dragons could fight against, right?
In the next second, the seven dragons opened their mouths and spat out their dragon breath.
A monstrous wave that seemed to be formed by ice crashed down fiercely on the Psychic Tower.
"This is not good…"
Han Lingqiu frowned slightly. He was naturally not afraid of the Frost Shock, but the spiritualists around him were all weak. They could die from the aftershock.
It was not easy for him to get these dozens, and he did not want to waste them just like that.
"Crystal wall!"
Han Lingqiu set up a defensive wall behind her to protect the dozens of weak 'studies'. Her main body held the Rune Sword and withstood the icicle storm as she charged into the clouds.
Although the frost dragon was an undead, it retained the combat experience it had when it was alive. Seeing that he was approaching with a whistling wind, it immediately dived down and avoided the sharp edge.
However, the moment it raised its head again, Han Lingqiu turned around in a beautiful arc and kicked the nearest dragon in the head.
The frost dragon was still hovering in the air, but there was a hint of confusion in its cold and violent eyes. Its wings were still flapping, but the flapping motion looked a little messy.
Seeing this, Han Lingqiu flipped her body up and landed on the dragon's back. She raised her Rune Sword and stabbed it down. The dark energy rushed into its body, corroding its already scarce internal organs and bones, causing it to roar in pain.
Seeing this, the other dragons began to fly around their companions. They kept spewing cold dragon breath like a level 10 hurricane, sweeping Han Lingqiu down.
Han Lingqiu sneered and stretched out both hands. Purple-black lightning shot out from her palms and wrapped around the necks of one of the giant dragons before pulling them down.
Boom!
The frost dragon was extremely powerful, but when it was pulled by Death's Grip, it crashed down like a plane out of control, creating a huge crater in the frozen ground that had been formed in Dragonbone Waste for thousands of years.
" Unfortunately, the angle was a little off. Otherwise, I could have broken their necks…"
Han Lingqiu pursed her lips, but she did not stop moving. She stepped forward as fast as the wind and crossed the snow curtain. In a few flashes, she appeared beside a giant beast and stabbed her sword at its neck.
The corrosive dark energy easily pierced through its reverse scale.
The frost dragon flapped its wings and wanted to fly again, but it soon realized that the wounds on its wings had made it lose the strength to fly.
"Roar!"
Its huge tail slammed down, smashing the rocks on the ground into pieces, but it could not stop the power of the rune sword from spreading.
After a few breaths, the Frost Dragon's eyes became gentle.
It had already become the demonic sword's slave.
With the first Frost Dragon defecting, it was much easier for Han Lingqiu to deal with the other dragons.
One after another, the giant dragons fell and stood up again, fawning over Han Lingqiu like puppies.
Suddenly, a commotion attracted his attention.
When he pointed the Rune Sword in that direction, a vortex-shaped portal opened, and a Dreadlord walked out.
The powerful creature shrugged and extended its wings slightly. Then, it bowed and said in a completely different voice from Melganis,"" Hello, Mr. Han. My name is Tikdios. My brothers and I admire your action of snatching Frostmourne…"
However, before he could finish, the human in front of him suddenly smiled and waved at him."See you later!"
He held Frostmourne in his right hand, and his left hand reached into the void, pulling out a strange broken sword. Then, he used the broken sword to cut through the void in front of him. A hole suddenly appeared in the void in front of him, and pure dark power surged out. With a slight curl on his body, his figure disappeared without a trace.
Titodius was at a loss. He subconsciously looked in another direction and realized that the controlled shamans and frost dragons had also disappeared.
"…What's going on?"
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