He showed a proud expression again:

"Look! I found the message left by Ms. Freya! It's in the mountainous area controlled by the undead... Their death aura obscured the message, but fortunately I found it..."

"Don't mention this yet!"

Ansu glanced at the emerald green seeds held in Avina's bird claws, and it asked in a deep voice:

"Hey, what did you see among the undead? Why did you provoke so many undead to chase you?"

Ansu's question made Avina tremble. Obviously, what the very curious Mother of Birds saw must be shocking. Facing the looks in Ansu and Ashaman's eyes, she hesitated.

, looking at the snow-capped mountains not far away that were blocked by the undead, she whispered:

"I saw them... building a big ship. Hundreds of thousands of undead were busy in the walls of that tower. There were also many dwarfs and goblins... many metal tools that we had never seen before. It was like a castle.

City of Steel.”

"Those made of black steel, huge...we have seen ships like the Draenei...and there are more than one!"

"There's... the Dark Blade's... emblem on it! Of course, it's up there. Mortals foolishly think that the Scourge and the Dark Blade are hostile, but they... they've merged long ago!"

"Shut up!"

Seeing Avina's voice getting louder, Ansu scolded fiercely:

"You didn't see anything! Do you understand?"

"You have to keep this secret in your heart! Take it to your grave! Don't tell anyone! If you don't want to experience eternal silence!"

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"Has it been dealt with?"

On the top of the black fortress of Icecrown Glacier, Ner'zhul's deep voice sounded faintly from the tens of thousands of years of ice:

"That intruder who doesn't know how to live or die..."

"That's Tyrion's collaborator."

Grom took off his helmet, revealing a face covered in cold death. He placed Frostmourne in his hand back on the edge of Ner'zhul's Ice Throne, and said softly:

"Those clever beasts will keep the secret."

"That's good..."

Ner'zhul's voice seemed to be more expectant than before. After a moment of silence, he spoke again:

"Are you really not planning to become the sword wielder of Frostmourne? Grom, this weapon, I like you very much..."

"It's not the time yet!"

Grom Hellscream put the black battle helmet under his arm and left the Ice Throne without looking back. He said:

"Let's talk about it after I finish that battle."

"Let's talk about it after we completely bury Kil'jaeden..."

After the death knight Grom left, on the empty Ice Throne, Ner'zhul's voice sounded again. This time, the expectation in his voice was barely concealed.

"Haha, well said!"

"Kil'jaeden the Deceiver...come on, come to this world, we...we, the blood-hungry Avengers, have..."
Chapter completed!