Lord Fordring was an old acquaintance of the players.
This Legendary-level Holy Knight was exiled from his homeland because of his friendship with an Orc Warrior. When he was talking to his son, Tyran, he said a well-known saying, "Race doesn't represent honor. People shouldn't make rash judgments about those who are different from them."
Old Fordring lived in the Plaguelands and lived on scavenging insects. He saw his son Tyran join the Scarlet Crusade and gradually lose himself. He hoped to use some souvenirs to wake up his son, who had become a puppet, and rekindle his paladin will.
When the players gave Tyran the warhammer, the glorious battle flag of the Silver Hand, and the painting of love and family, the lord of the Scarlet Crusade read Fordring's handwritten letter and shed tears.
However, Tyran was killed by Isillien on his way out. Fordring, who had lost his beloved son due to the Eitrigg incident, completely recovered the power of Holy Light that he had lost. He swore to bring new order to Lordaeron.
During the battle of the Light's Hope Chapel, the Lich King ordered the Great Lord of the Death Knights, Darien Mograine, to lead the Acherus Death Knights and the Scourge Army to attack the chapel. He wanted to obtain the remains of the three thousand Paladins under the chapel and turn them into an undead force.
At the critical moment, Darion threw the fallen Ashbringer to Fordring. With the help of the three thousand paladin souls under the chapel, Fordring used the power of Holy Light to purify the fallen weapon, and the legendary weapon Ashbringer was reborn.
At this point, the Silver Hand and the Silver Dawn merged into one and formed the Silver Crusade. Fordring became the lord and the true leader of the crusade against the Lich King.
In the chilly Northrend, the players fought together with the Silver Crusade. Starting from the Dragonbone Waste, the players recalled the whole process of Arthas's fall, participating in the crusade, and finally breaking into the Icecrown Citadel with the help of the Ashbringer Army. Finally, they came to the Lich King.
The Grass Snake Gray Line traveled for thousands of miles.
The ultimate battle with the Lich King began ten years ago, and the clues ran through Warcraft and World of Warcraft. The heroes finally collided on the Ice Throne, creating the fiercest sparks.
…
"Warriors, attack!!"
Highlord Tirion Fordring brandished his Ashbringer and charged forward, but in the next second, he was frozen in the Lich King's icy grave.
Zou Zhuo and the others were already used to this scene. They had explored the Lich King countless times, and even Old Fordring had been frozen countless times.
The Players began to skillfully fight the Lich King according to the established strategy.
Although they had already experienced the tempering of countless Team Dungeons, defeating the powerful Lich King still required a long period of exploration and unremitting effort.
The 25 players completed their tasks in an orderly manner. The tanks focused their attention on the monsters that were about to respawn. The damage dealers silently chanted a damage cycle in their hearts to deal as much damage as possible. The healers kept an eye on the health of the entire team and the various debuffs on their teammates.
"Dead Gangrene, run to the Devilbeast and get ready to disperse it!"
"Parasite! Commandment Priests, prepare your shields! "
"It's time to change stages! Get out of the central area! Everyone, hurry up and find your positions. The mirror image has been refreshed. Pull it away quickly! "
"Spread out a little to reduce the damage of Torment … Hurry up and get rid of the Frost Ball. Don't let it get close!"
"In the third stage, get ready to fight Walkie! Catch her. Save the Mage first! Control her. Okay, turn fire! "
"Three seconds left. Black water! Hurry, spread out. Those who are hit by the black water, use your Rocket Shoes and sprint. Hurry. Okay, very nice. Come and gather. "
"Watch out for Soul Harvest. Tanks, use Taunt immediately! Healers, use your skills! Heal them up! "
"Okay, okay. The fourth stage went smoothly. Prepare to enter the fifth stage. Hurry up and deal with the evil souls! Dks, use your army. Paladins, use your invincibility and smash them! "
"Everyone, hurry up and get rid of them! Melee players, continue to deal damage! "
"It's the final stage. Don't care about anything else. Just kill the boss! Don't care about anything else. Attack the boss as hard as you can! "
"Passed. Beautiful!"
The Players were still doing their best to deal damage, but they were already cheering and laughing.
"Passed. Awesome!!"
"Wow, that wasn't easy! Our guild finally killed the Lich King! "
"Hahahaha. So strong!"
However, at this moment, the Lich King raised Frostmourne and killed the entire team.
A few players were dumbfounded. "F * ck, what's going on? We got wiped? "
The commander explained, "No, no. This is the normal plot. Just watch the show."
The Lich King came to the center of the Frozen Throne. "You trained them well, Fordring. You sent the world's most powerful warriors to me. This is exactly what I wanted! Your silent sacrifice will be rewarded by me! "
The power of Frostmourne began to corrode every player's corpse. "Witness it with your own eyes. I will turn them from corpses into soldiers of the Scourge Army. Azeroth will fall into chaos and destruction in their hands! And you will be the first corpse! "
"I will enjoy this irony!"
However, at this moment, Fordring, who was trapped in the Frozen Tomb, suddenly shouted, "Supreme Holy Light! Please bless me! Give me strength and help me break through these shackles! "
Boundless power of Holy Light suddenly erupted from Fordring's body. He instantly broke through the Frozen Tomb, and the Ashbringer in his hand cut Frostmourne in half!
The Lich King looked at the broken Frostmourne in his hand. "This … is impossible …"
Highlord Tirion Fordring shouted, "It's over, Arthas! Your days of killing are over today! "
Terenas Menethil shouted, "We're finally free! It's over, my son. It's time to settle the score! Warriors of the Holy Light, gather! "
The players stood up again and launched a final attack on the Lich King. Without Frostmourne, the Lich King was surrounded by countless vengeful spirits and looked extremely weak.
The Lich King shouted in pain, "I'm like a lion in front of a flock of sheep, but they don't fear me!"
The moment the Lich King fell, two huge achievement panels popped up in everyone's vision.
[Frozen Throne (25 players)]!
[Fall of the Filthy Lich King (25 players)]!
At the same time, a row of achievement completion notifications popped up in the guild channel. The other guild members also sent their congratulations.
"Wow! We killed the Lich King? Awesome, awesome! "
"Amazing. After so long, we finally killed him!"
Arthas fell to the ground. His helmet rolled to the side, and the broken Frostmourne lost its power.
A familiar melody sounded. It was a mournful dirge.
Arthas desperately tried to stand up, but it was all in vain. The soul of the old king Terenas came before him, and the blue light in Arthas' eyes gradually faded …
"Father, is everything … over?" Arthas looked at his father's soul and asked.
The old king said calmly, "The throne is not eternal, my son."
Arthas' eyes were filled with confusion and despair. "There is only … darkness in front of me …"
The old king Terenas closed Arthas' eyes and then said to Fordring, "Without the control of the Lich King, the Scourge Army will become even crazier and unstoppable. We must maintain control over them, so there must be a Lich King … "
Looking at the dissipating soul of the old king, Fordring picked up the Lich King's helmet from the ground.
"Let me carry this heavy burden … No one is more …"
At this moment, a voice shouted, "Tirion! You hold a cruel fate in your hands, but it does not belong to you! "
Fordring turned around in shock. He found that Duke Bolvar, who had been tortured by the Lich King, had become unrecognizable. The dragon's fire continued to burn his body, but he was still alive.
"The world of the living has disgusted me. Put the crown on my head, and I will guard this curse!"
"Tirion! You and these heroes still have your own fate, and this last task will be completed by me! "
Fordring said with a complicated expression, "History will remember you forever, brother."
Duke Bolvar shook his head. "No! If the world wants to be reborn from destruction, everything that happened today must be forgotten!"
Fordring's face was full of pain as he placed the Lich King's crown on Bolvar's head.
Frost rose and froze Bolvar in a cold tomb.
"Tell them that the Lich King is dead! Bolvar Fordragon will perish with them! "
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