The supreme overlord of the Scourge, master of Frostmourne, was ruling his armies from his frozen throne atop the Icecrown Glacier.
The wolves felt the chill to their very bones when they finally made their way to the lich king's presence. He used his scourge minions and his deadly spells to send them down to razor sharp spires of Icecrown. Ghouls, zombies, valkyrs and spirits of every kind were all around. Combined with his defile and plague it was a battle of life and death.
Yet the wolves were dedicated. They were standing firm. They were unyielding. After a long fight, they managed to crack his power and the king was slain at last.
And a new dawn was about to rise again.
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