There is no need to have the ability to communicate with the consciousness of the undead. Any explorer who dares to approach this tomb will hear the same voice. The words spoken are full of jealousy and resentment, and they seem to have experienced the pain that the soul cannot bear. It makes everyone who hears it tremble with fear, and even fall on the ice out of fear. Some of them are even more afraid of the sudden cracking of the ice, and giant white bones suddenly emerging from the ice surface, continuing its heart-rending roar and venting its anger, and even obliterating their own existence for trespassing into restricted areas. Their fear is not unreasonable... However, no matter whether they are worried or not, the travelers' ears will soon be replaced by the harsh storm. The obsession that was full of sadness just now is blown to pieces by the wind and finally disappears in the roaring sound. Just like under their feet, the sharp claws of the dragon are still deeply embedded. In the hard ice, no matter how deep the hatred or the murderous intention, cannot change the fact: Sindragosa is destined to continue to sleep with the pain under the dome of Icecrown Glacier, embracing her hostility and hatred for the former guardian of the earth, and her eternal resentment for her husband who allowed her to die. Nothing different from what she has done for the past ten thousand years...
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