At the K3 base in Stormcrags, Dick is sorting out his loot. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Well, this place didn't have a name, but Dick decided to call him K3 to satisfy his little bad tastes.

He sat in the command hall carefully built by the earth spirits, looking unexpectedly relaxed.

In fact, it is true, the Immortal Legion has Heimdall under the command of Heimdall, he has no need to worry at all, the fight with Thorim a few days ago, did not win or lose, but it made Thorim feel threatened, and he launched his family, the Frost Viku people living in the village of Brunhilda, to launch an attack on K3.

These Viku people are more effective because of their worse living conditions, and they can also tame the giant bear and fight against the wild Ancestral Dragon, but in the face of the Heroic Legion that cannot be handled by common sense, these fierce Viku can only suffer defeat, Dick did not slaughter them, but just sealed them in the village of Brunhilda, well, the nominal village, the actual fortress.

As a result, the eastern front of the Stormcrag was pushed all the way to the vicinity of the Storm Temple, where it was thwarted by the Iron Legion from the Snowflow Plains.

Ulduar also reacted, and before long a big war was bound to break out there.

But Dick had nothing to fear, because the Creator Engine had fallen into his hands, and although the energy source was locked up by Ulduar, it could not produce soldiers, but at least it could contain the army on Ulduar's side.

In the west, the operation of the Demon Ancient Legion led by Jian Xi and Taixi to expel the frost giants is also going well, except for the frost giants who have established a country entrenched in Danny Fenlei, which are more difficult to deal with, the other frost giants wandering on the large ice field have been almost eliminated, of course, Dick will not kill them cruelly, these big guys with low IQ are best used as coolies.

It is precisely because of their participation that the K3 base will be built so quickly.

Ulduar had built a second line of defense, waiting for Dick's arrival, and Dick was waiting, waiting for his legion to reach its strongest.

For the sake of Ulduar's war, the Naraksha engine has been fully activated, and nearly a thousand Mogu soldiers join K3 every day, and the Titan energy in the inventory there is also rapidly decreasing, but as long as Ulduar is defeated, everything is worth it.

However, while waiting, the paladin will also have some fun for himself, such as the heavy firearm in front of him that has just been maintained, which is the loot he accidentally obtained when he searched the Storm Temple.

The dark green gun body is full of power, and the streamlined gun body structure is almost perfect to the touch, above the black slender barrel, there is a golden aiming groove, and below is the same metal armrest, on both sides of the trigger, there are mysterious magic pattern pendants.

The whole gun exudes a special magical power, obviously, this is a rare magic firearm, and most importantly, from this gun, Dick feels a familiar smell, the smell of a Titan creation.

It's not a mortal weapon, it's clearly out of mythology.

This thing is called Titan Strike, it is a weapon made by Mimiron, the master craftsman of Ulduar, for Torim, who loves to hunt, it is said that when it is in its full form, this gun has the power to shatter the earth, it actively absorbs free energy from the air to recharge, and the power of thunder that Torim has is almost the most perfect energy source for this gun.

However, after Thorim was infected by the ancient gods, it seems that even his IQ has decreased a lot, such a divine weapon was thrown by him in the corner of the Storm Temple hundreds of meters high, Dick seized the opportunity and gave Thorim a hard blow, the guardian who controlled the thunder, rode on the injured mount Vilanas, the ancestor of the Storm Crags, the Dragon Queen, and flew in the direction of Ulduar.

Dick didn't chase after him, he was afraid that there would be an ambush ahead, but when he returned to the Storm Temple, where Torrim had lived all these years, he found this dusty artifact, yes, it was one of the three powerful weapons of the hunter.

Now connected to the Titan Strike, Dick already has five spare artifacts in his hand: Toure Naru's Mark, the Eagle Spear, the Earth Guardian's Scales, and Ryden's Fist, among which the Eagle Spear was when he left the restored Shadow Country, Dick slaughtered the Shadow Leopard named Kadar, and the poor guy was also transformed by the rules of the Shadow Country, and it is no wonder that the brave Great Chief of Doro Gaoling also died in its hands.

As for Layden's Fist, it was discovered by the dragonman Darth while hanging out at the top of Thor, and Darth gave it to Dick, which is also considered a trophy of the paladin.

The paladin placed the five artifacts on the table in front of him one after another, his fingers slowly beating on them, different powers permeated the hall, each artifact was special, they either contained a special essence of power, or simply came from a powerful creation or some mythical history.

It is not a mortal thing, nor can it be acquired by mortals.

So how to deal with these idle artifacts has become something that Dick needs to consider at present, and it can be seen from Darien, who has recently begun to hit the hero level with all his might, that a hand-held artifact can definitely create a powerful hero in a short period of time, enough to go down in history.

Or simply a villain who has been infamous for thousands of years, like Alsace... Frostmourn is also one of the artifacts.

However, when Dick let go of the Titan Strike in his hand, his eyes fell on the letter on the stone table in front of him.

It was a secret message from the north wind tundra yesterday, the two landing sites of Icecrown Glacier had been discovered, and after a week of running-in, the undead counterattack had been temporarily suppressed, and Mograine felt that it was time to start preparing to "break the ice".

Dick's eyes were on the five artifacts on the table again, and he rubbed his chin back in his chair, and with the thick smoke rising, a bold and uninhibited idea came to Dick's mind.

Northshire, the central area ruled by the Stormwind Kingdom, is close to Stormwind City, but under the barrier of the Elwyn Forest, it is a quiet place, the scope of Northwind is about the size of a town, and it looks like an ordinary country, but every resident of Stormwind Kingdom knows that there is no ordinary person living in Northwind.

This is one of the three holy places of the Holy Light Church in the Eastern Continent, and the royal family of the Stormwind Kingdom Urion also has an indissoluble relationship with this small place, and the North County Monastery attracts many pilgrims every day to pay their respects.

This is enough to prove the deep heritage of Northshire, and the old people living in Northshire know that there are many mansions on the waterfall further north of Dolly's vineyard, all of which are the estates of the great nobles of the Stormwind Kingdom, and the locals rarely bother those nobles.

People from two worlds are completely unrelated to each other.

But today, the arrival of a letter has shattered the silence here.

Sir Maxmilan Sr. read the letter carefully with his magical eyes, and he paid more attention to the seals under the letter, the row of seals almost dazzled his eyes, the seals of Lordaeron, Stormwind, Quel'Thalas, Nodashir, Orgrimmar, and Kurtilas, and below them were the seals of Theramore, Zandalara, the Silver Hand, the Scarlet Crusaders, the Silver Dawn, the Council of Cenarion, the Ring of the Earth, and a series of other organizations.

The meaning of this epistle is obvious, it represents the will of the entire civilized world, but unlike its glossy imprint, its content is somewhat ironic.

The old knight put down the letter, stretched out his hand, and rubbed the corners of his brow, and the faithful old butler stood aside, waiting for orders,

"How's the situation of the Second doing?"

Judging from the old sir's tone and headache expression, this "second" was obviously a guy who had made him his heart, and the butler immediately replied,

"The young master "fought" with the People's Army mill in the Western Wilderness yesterday, and he himself was intact, but the mill was demolished, and the day before yesterday the young master "crusaded" the fish-men of Long Beach, and the day before yesterday he went alone to hunt down the gnolls who had recently done evil in the Elwin Forest, and was affirmed by the defenders of the West Springs Fortress. ”

When the old knight heard this, his eyes immediately widened, "Why did he fight with the mill?

Hearing this question, the old butler was also a little embarrassed, he touched his nose, "The young master treats that mill as a giant... Well, it's said that he was planning to go to Kalimdor recently, and a troubadour told him that the Tyrannosaurus rex was being infested by the Guardian Tyrannosaurus in Angolo Crater..."

"Smack!"

When the old knight heard this, he couldn't hold back any longer, and slapped his palm on the table, "Hellish troubadour! Hell, Tyrannosaurus! Didn't II always dream of protecting justice? Then send him to the north wind tundra, and let him have a good fight with the undead!

The old man got up from his chair panting, and the butler handed him a cane, and then we could see that he was missing a leg, which was obviously a trace of war.

He is also a veteran.

"I heard that Drierk sent his only nephew over as well?"

The old knight asked, and the butler hurriedly replied, "Yes, the ship that Master Baron took seven days ago left Stormwind City, but sir, do you really want to send the young master there? It's dangerous. ”

"Ugh..."

The old sir looked at the quiet manor outside the window, took off his glasses, and wiped them with a handkerchief, "Prince Anduin has already left for Northrend three days ago, and the king will let the prince go through this war that will surely go down in history, what am I worried about? II is a good boy, you and I both know, he is eager for war, and must be a good soldier, instead of imprisoning him in this peaceful land, it is better to let him see the cruelty of war, and the Maxmilan family rose in war." ”

"I'm already old, it's time for the Second to go his own way, hasn't he always called himself the "Knight of the North County"? ”

Meanwhile, on another continent, in a bush in the bleak lands, Lexa was lying in the shade of a tree with green grass roots in his mouth, leaning on the body of Misha, the big bear, who was resting, Hofer the wild boar, lying at his feet, humming and biting a fat bug, and Sbille the falcon soaring in the sky, guarding his master.

He had apparently just made a successful hunt, a piece of fat thunder lizard meat, roasted on a campfire, sprinkled with secret spices made by the orcs, ready to eat soon, and his axe at hand, guaranteed to be in his hand at all times.

It's not that this prodigal son of the wilderness hasn't heard that the orcs are involved in the Northern Expedition, but Thrall didn't come to him, which means that the situation is not so bad that it is, so he is not in a hurry.

In fact, he enjoys this carefree life more than war, and Lexa trusts his pets more than humans or orcs, and they will not betray him, let alone dislike him.

Lexa's ears moved, he felt a vibration from the ground, it was supposed to be the movement of cavalry, but Sbille did not warn, indicating that it was an acquaintance, and the hunter sighed, he knew that his peaceful life was over.

I just don't know if it's Sal's messenger or another troublesome guy.