For the Lich King!

"I am a natural disaster!" Facing countless coalition forces composed of elves, orcs, dwarves, goblins, dragons and other races, Sauron sat on the Frozen Throne, with tens of billions of undead armies under his command. All powerful races such as Frost Bone Dragon, High Demon, and Charming Banshee carry the aura of death and lead the undead army across the battlefield. Sylvanas Windrunner shot down the demigod with an arrow, looking coldly and aloof in the direction of the Continental Alliance: "Everything will be conquered by natural disasters, sister, it is really a stupid decision to fight against my king." "For the future of the entire continent!" Alleria Windrunner held the flag high. "Ants! Surrender!" Shouted the lich Kel'Thuzad. "For the Lich King!" The Alien Continent Alliance could only watch in despair as the endless undead army, like the sea, flooded in. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.