Chapter 460 The Frozen Road (Part 1)

Arthas wiped his forehead, the warrior put aside his uneasiness, turned to the subordinates who followed him to the shore, the ghouls, ghosts, shades, abominations and necromancers, and shouted: "We have to move quickly. The Lich King is under threat. We must rush to Icecrown Citadel!"

"My lord!" A necromancer pointed into the distance and shouted. Arthas turned around and pulled out Frostmourne.

Through the curtain of snow, he saw some black shadows hanging in the air. When they came closer, Arthas recognized these creatures and realized their master, Richard. He wondered in surprise, why did Richard's props appear here? Could it be that they were the ones who attacked Icecrown Glacier instead of demons? It's unbelievable, isn't it?

Those humanoid figures were getting closer and closer, and Arthas raised Frostmourne in front of him. Through the Lich King's brain waves, he already knew that there was a prop called self-exploding mud men, and he was also informed of these guys' attack methods. It has to be said that their attack methods are very novel, which gave Arthas new ideas. The undead also have self-exploding sacrifices, and self-exploding mud men can make the plague corpses thrown by the meat grinder more varied.

But now is not the time to think about these things. There are too many self-exploding mud men, and vaguely these figures are carrying weapons. Arthas realized that he is likely facing an army that has been lying in ambush for a long time. Are they coming here just for him? He suddenly felt a little angry. He had finally fought hard in the Eastern Kingdom and someone was going to destroy his future? Although he was exhausted, he still shouted angrily: "Northrend is a disaster land, Richard, and you will soon be part of it! It is a big mistake for you and your bastards to come here!"

However, Richard did not come here, so he could not hear what Arthas said. In response to Arthas, more self-exploding mudmen appeared together, some on foot, some in the air. Some of the self-exploding mudmen held crossbows in their hands, and they fired at the undead when they saw them. The rain of arrows fell on the charging undead, and it seemed as dense as snowflakes. However, most of the undead did not fall. As long as they were not hit in the vital parts, the piercing arrows had no effect on them.

Arthas spurred his horse to charge. The rain of arrows had no effect on his docile mount, Invincible. Frostmourne was thirsty, as if it wanted to draw energy from every living and shining soul it devoured. Arthas was the same. Although the self-exploding clay figures had no souls, he still wanted to use Frostmourne to pierce their bodies. Amid the noise of the battle, he heard a voice coming from the hills in front, as deep and cold as Northrend itself.

"For the sake of disaster, go ahead! Kill them in the name of Ner'zhul!"

Despite all he had seen, despite all he had been through, Arthas felt the chill of the voice send cold sweats through his veins. He stole a quick glance upward, and his eyes widened at what he saw.

Nerubians! Countless Nerubian spiders. Of course, this was not surprising, as this was their homeland. As they swarmed down, his heart was lifted. Through the wind and snow, he could make out their shapes. These spider-like creatures swooped down on their prey at that familiar, disturbing pace, spraying out their webs to cover them. The self-destructing clay figures were unable to move and had no choice but to self-destruct, and long-range self-destruction had no effect other than turning into fireworks.

Alsace had to admire Richard's masterpiece. The clay figures were not only offensive but also entertaining. A moment later, Alsace stood in a sea of ​​piles of debris of various colors. He raised

his hands, but the scene of new soldiers crawling out of the piles of corpses in the past did not appear. Alsace curled his lips and looked at the Nerubians again, his eyes falling on their leader.

It was larger than its minions, towering over them like a crane above a flock of chickens. It moved easily across the snow toward Arthas, its steps slow, precise, and regal. Arthas tried to find familiar features in this incredible alien; to human eyes, Anub'arak looked like a cross between his spider-like nerubians and beetles. Arthas found himself taking a step back without realizing it, and forced himself to stand still, waiting for Anub'arak to approach.

It walked right up to Arthas, then leaned in close, staring down at him with its terrifying compound eyes. His ally.

Arthas forced himself to speak calmly, "Thank you for your help, strong man."

The monster moved its head, opened its jaw with a click, and began to speak. The low and cold tone still made Arthas uneasy: "The Lich King sent me to aid you, Death Knight. I am Anub'arak, the ancient king of Azjol-Nerub. Where is the other one?"

"The other one?"

"Kel'Thuzad." Anub'arak continued in a hissing voice like a sigh. It lowered its body and stared at Arthas with its compound eyes. "I know him. I was there to greet him when he first came to serve the Lich King, just as I am here to greet you now."

Arthas wondered if Kel'Thuzad felt the same uneasiness when he first saw this ancient insect race's undead king. No doubt he would feel uneasy about himself, no doubt anyone would.

"Your people joined our army when we attacked Quel'Thalas, and they came just in time." Arthas said, glancing at the dead self-exploding clay men. He was glad that Anubara's "people" were on his side.

"Now I welcome your help as well. But we have no time to laugh. Since the Lich King sent you, you must know that he is in danger. We must rush to Icecrown Citadel immediately."

"You are right." Anub'arak hummed, and it raised its terrible head and swayed it, stretching out its two front legs. "I will gather the rest of my people, and then we will set out together to protect the master."

The huge creature stepped forward with a proud step to summon its loyal subjects, and they hurried over eagerly to respond to the call. Arthas suppressed the trembling in his heart and pushed an undead elf beside him who had followed him from Quel'Thalas. Its limbs fell off, too damaged to be used any longer. Arthas looked at Anub'arak with envy, his people were so powerful. Then he thought again, even if they were powerful, they would still become undead like him, and the world would eventually fall into disaster.