Chapter 458 The Betrayer (Part 1)

After meeting with the Fear Lords, Rocky kept sneering. He felt that the performance of the Fear Lords was a little ridiculous. They were a bunch of arrogant guys. Soon they would find out who was the master.

"Lord Richard, I have met with them... Yes, they are very interested in my proposal, and now they don't want to leave here at all... Got it, I will wait here quietly."

Rocky turned off the intercom and returned to his tent in the south, quietly waiting for Richard to attack Icecrown Citadel.

Half a day later, Richard stood at the top of the Shadow Dome in the northernmost part of Icecrown Glacier, which was almost in a straight line with Icecrown Citadel. Under the shadow dome, there were self-exploding mudmen and undead fighting everywhere, and the sky had been cleared. The few frost bone dragons were destroyed by Onyxia, and the gargoyles could not fly here at all, so no creature could interfere with Richard's attack.

"What do you want to do! Let me go!" Medivh roared loudly in the Eye of Sargeras. He felt the shadow power there slowly crawling up his body.

"Do you have any other choice now? You are a prisoner now. You can only obey and give me your power honestly..."

The shadow instantly enveloped Medivh's soul, continuously extracting the energy from it. Medivh screamed in pain. Along with his scream, a thin cone of light pierced directly out, piercing the sky, piercing through the fortress gate, and piercing through the Frozen Throne with undiminished force, creating a large crack in the ice that enclosed the Lich King's soul. In an

instant, the undead integrated into the Icecrown Glacier fell to the ground with their heads covered and howling in pain. The injury of the Lich King caused a very strong reaction in their brains. The damage to the Lich King was not only caused by the light column, but also by the power of demons. Although Medivh was purified, the power of demons still remained in his soul. Even a little bit of it would have a strong impression on the Lich King, Ner'zhul. The demons had tortured him to the point of him being unrecognizable. He could neither live nor die. This was a horrible memory that he would never forget. Therefore, a little bit of demon power would make him shudder. Since every undead was connected to the Lich King, the pain of the Lich King could be felt by these undead as well, no matter where you were.

This was the case with Loki, who was far away in the Eastern Kingdom. He gasped for air, his eyes widened, and his face was distorted by pain. He lay on the ground, his fingers dug into the dirt, and he kept screaming.

"This... is really unbearable pain." The voice squeezed out from Rocky's teeth. He was sweating profusely and didn't want to move at all. The pain lasted for nearly half an hour, and now it finally eased a little. He was almost dying of pain.

"Who said it wasn't!" Wozrud, another soul in Rocky's body, also howled, his voice changed with pain. "If we had known it would hurt so much, we shouldn't have helped Richard!"

"Qi... Even if we don't help him, he will attack the Lich King. You know that. Stop complaining, we still have to work."

"Oh my! We have to work right after being tortured like this. We are really miserable!"

"Humph!" Rocky sat up again and touched his head. He could no longer feel the Lich King's confinement. It seemed that the Lich King's injuries were not light. If it wasn't necessary, Loki really didn't want to go find those few fear demons right now, but he knew that if he was tortured, other undead would also be tortured. This was an opportunity, an opportunity for him to gain true freedom...

Not long after, Loki returned to Lordaeron. The three fear demons were waiting for him. Deserok gave a look, and Varymasus walked straight over and looked at Loki with a smile and said, "Just now I think you should have felt that the power of the Lich King in your mind has disappeared, which means that the Lich King has been attacked. Our leader has begun to attack the Scourge. Soon, the Lich King will die. At that time, the undead will need a new master. We can consider helping you become the new Lich King. "

The fear demons don't know who attacked the Lich King, but it doesn't prevent them from making up stories. However, Loki knows the cause and effect, and also knows where their master is now, a certain point between the routes of Northrend and Kalimdor. The choice of this time to act is also based on Archimonde's consideration. He is at sea and it is impossible for him to return to the sea to take care of these pawns. Yes, they are chess pieces. These fearful demons are nothing more than consumables for higher-level demons.

"You seem to have not yet reacted to the current situation." Loki shook his fingers and continued, "The Lich King is indeed injured, and the mark of the Lich King in our bodies has indeed disappeared. This means that all the undead are free, at least the undead in the Eastern Kingdom are free, and we can freely establish our own country without the support or coercion of anyone."

Loki was right. The undead in the Eastern Kingdom had all broken free from the shackles of the Lich King. The attacked Lich King had to concentrate on resisting the power of the demons, and the chess pieces of the Eastern Kingdom were all abandoned. Most of the chess pieces in Northrend, such as Anub'arak, were still firmly controlled by the Lich King.

"Oh?" Deserok rolled his eyes and looked at him. "Why, do you still want to resist us?"

"I have lived as a slave long enough, Lord of Fear." But what is worth complaining about is how a dead person can use the word "alive". It seems old habits are hard to change. "I fought desperately to make myself more than just a puppet or plaything of those bastards! Now I have my own will and I choose my own path. The Lich King is injured and your legions will not care about you. You are nothing but pitiful and hopeless survivors, a dying race. I will not tie myself up and hand over my freedom to fools like you."

From the cowardly survival in the exile era, to the cautious life in the puppet era, and finally becoming a plaything of the undead, Loki felt that his fate was unfair. He had had enough of the life under someone else's cage. He wanted freedom, real freedom!

Deserok didn't care about that. He only knew that the Fear Kings were offended: "How dare you! Who gave you the confidence to speak to us like that?"

"Of course it was me..." Rocky snapped his fingers, and a group of people suddenly appeared and surrounded the Fear Kings in three layers.