Dick stood on top of the ice of Frost Castle, looking alone out to the north of the Storm Cliffs. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

He couldn't see Ulduar under the black billowing sky, it was too far away, but he knew that Ulduar was there, and in that direction, it would inevitably be the end of some part of his life.

Everyone has things that must be done in their lives, and the name of those things is called mission, and Dick knows that his mission is there, the city of the ancient evil Titans, where everything begins and ends.

He put his pipe to his mouth and grunted,

"Wisdom is priceless"

"Uh..."

The thick smoke exhaled from his mouth and was then dispersed by the cold wind around the Frost Castle, and the falling snowflakes swirled around him, making him look like a statue in the snow, and not far away, the Frost Dwarves' giant eagle scouts had set out, they were tasked with daily hunting and scouting missions, and after the arrival of Muradin, the Frost Dwarves' life patterns had indeed changed.

They are adapting to this valley of indifference in another form, where the weak cannot survive, and the frost dwarves are doing everything they can to get out of their position as the weak.

This is life, when it appears in a certain place, it will not easily dissipate, but will do everything to survive, then live better, and finally transform the surrounding environment.

Dick loves this world, not only because it has a more wonderful life, but also because of the variety of things in this world, whether it is scenery or life.

"I heard your story and everything you've done for the Copperbeard family, for me and my brother... Dick, friend of Copperbeard, thank you. ”

A slightly weak voice came from behind, it was Muradin.

Magni had left Frost Castle earlier to go to the front line of the Dragonbone Wilderness, and Brian, who couldn't be idle, was led by the Frost Dwarves to observe the ruins left behind by 10,000 years ago, and Dick was about to leave, so he didn't have much time to relax.

Sometimes, being too heavy means giving a lot, and being valued by a world means taking on pressure that ordinary people can't even imagine.

The good news is that Dick is used to it, and the bad news is that Dick may have to bear it for a long time.

"What are your plans?"

The paladin sat cross-legged on the icy ice, less than half a meter in front of him, on the edge of the Frost Castle mountain range, a cliff that would make people's heads dizzy at the glance.

Muradin smiled, and sat cross-legged next to Dick, he held a small silver flask in his hand, his eyes were somewhat dazed, too many things have changed in five years, even Lordaeron, a human power, has perished once and rebuilt again, this world has changed too much, Muradin decided that he still needs to wait and see for a while.

But there doesn't seem to be much time left for him.

Faced with Dick's question, he took a sip of his wine, then closed his eyes and said,

"Go to Arthas for revenge first, and then... Then go back to Ironforge. ”

"Ignore the frost dwarves here?"

Dick smiled and asked again, "You must know that without your deterrence, they would be defeated again by the Steel Dwarves in less than a year, and the rebirth of a race cannot be completed in just five years." ”

"Whew... Frankly, I'm a little confused, I don't belong here, even if I pretend to be a frost dwarf, but I'm still a bronze, and I'm already estranged inside... They're not going to leave here either. ”

Muradin bowed his head, a little frustrated, apparently having talked to his "kindred", and it didn't seem to be going well.

But Dick didn't care at all, at his current level, a small race with less than 20,000 people was hardly a problem, he leisurely looked at the blue ancestral dragon flying in the distant sky, took another puff of pipe, and in the smoke, said to Muradin,

"You've seen our war with the Iron Legion, right?"

"Well, it's cruel, actually, if it weren't for the earth spirits under your command who broke into the place where we stored the eagle eggs, our scouts wouldn't have shown up at all, it wasn't a war that frost dwarves could participate in, it was too cruel, I even thought, it wasn't a mortal war at all... It's more like, a war between the gods. ”

Muradin took another sip of wine, and also looked at the snowy battlefield in the distance, the frost dwarf silently observed all this outside the battlefield, he almost watched the war from the beginning of the fierce to the current anxiety, although amnesia, but there is no doubt that his warrior instinct is still there, he can see how dangerous the battlefield is.

"This is just the beginning... You've probably seen a beast fight, and at the beginning the matador will always provoke the bull's emotions, make it angry, make it agitated, and wait until it gets used to that abnormal mood, and then the real killer will come. ”

The paladin patted Muradin on the shoulder,

"Get out of here with the frost dwarves, take them to Danmoro, and if they don't want to go, let them watch everything here and wait quietly, this place will soon become hell... The real war is about to begin. ”

The dwarven warrior was silent for a moment, he looked at Dick,

"I'm curious, who are you? Are you really a mere mortal who was penniless five years ago? You shouldn't have been so obscure when I was still traveling in Azeroth. ”

The paladin stood up and smiled mysteriously at Muradin,

"Shhh

Muradin nodded, and just as Dick turned to leave, something suddenly occurred to him, and he called out to Dick,

"Don't go, Dick, I'll take you to see something, I heard that you're going to have a showdown with the Lich King recently, and this will definitely help you!"

Dick turned his head and glanced at Muradin curiously, then followed him into the white eagle, and flew towards the southwest of Frost Castle under the light and shadow of the gray sky, and within a few minutes, Dick's eyes widened.

Just below him, under the clouds, there was a valley, a valley occupied by the undead, and most importantly, almost directly below the Frost Castle Mountains, and most importantly, within the icy walls of Icecrown!

A natural breakthrough!

The paladin immediately realized that he had completely forgotten about this place, and Muradin cried out to Dick,

"Here... Called Echo Valley by the Frost Dwarves, it's a trilateral area bordered by Icecrown Glacier, the Crystal Song Forest, and the Storm Cliffs, and there's a path from the Frost Castle that leads to this area, and it's a secret passage left by the Frostdwarf ancestors, and I can open it to you if you need it!"

A gleam flashed in the paladin's eyes, Muradin's gift came too timely, "Icebreaker" originally only had two landing ports, and they were both too far away from the Icecrown Fortress, but now with Echo Valley, the warriors could even rush into the vicinity of the Icecrown Fortress in 20 minutes by riding horses!

It was simply a natural, perfect surprise attack location! With it, the success rate of the surprise attack plan, which was originally risky, was immediately much higher.

"You've done us a great favor, Muradin, it's the best gift of all, a steel knife to the heart of Arthas!"

"Hahaha, you're welcome, helping you is helping me, don't forget, I also have an account to settle with him!"

The laughter of the dwarven warriors and Dick was heard far and wide in the wind, and it was their luck and Arthas's misfortune.

Just as Dick and Muradin were waving goodbye, on the other side, a chance encounter had just begun.

Varian walked in the halls of the Temple of the Dragon's Sleep, and with a hint of amazement, he looked at the reliefs on the walls around him, which were the stories of the dragons' skilled craftsmen about the past of this world, most of which were not even a word in the human world, the epic before the birth of civilization.

Any human being who is allowed to enter here will be amazed by this.

Anduin followed his father with his shield on his back, he had been living near the Temple of the Dragon's Sleep for half a month, as the representative of the Stormwind Kingdom in this war, the little prince was actually not under much pressure, because he was not the specific commander.

The commander-in-chief of the alliance is Knight Tirio Fording and Duke Boval, as well as General Santis Feather Moon from the Night Elves, Marshal Vandal Thunderspear of the Dwarves, Grand Knight of Mograini and other battlefield veterans, under their command, the Alliance's recent war is going very well, and the danger of Eldraine Nirub is rapidly decreasing, especially after Dalaran and Karazan's mage group teamed up to block the exit of all the Spider Demon Kingdoms in the Dragonbone Wilds, the coalition has not suffered a surprise attack for 5 days.

The forward base of Photagan Fortress has also been established near the Tomb of Galakron, which will be the preset battlefield for the Battle of Angasa.

Varian, as a king, certainly doesn't come to see the dragon's history, in fact, he came to the front with the same heart as King Magni, and as a warrior, he must see the contrast between the two sides to feel at ease.

But at the end of this battlefield trip, when Varian and Anduin were about to leave the halls of the Temple of Dragon's Sleep, they met the people they least wanted to meet.

Thrall, dressed in his quaint armor, walked into the hall from the other side with the Overlord of Sarufar and the other commanders of the tribe, just in time to meet Varian and Anduin.

The little prince immediately noticed the change in his father's hand on the hilt of the sword at his waist, as well as King Varian's momentum.

"Chief Sal... Long time no see. ”

Varian shouted hello, but his hand did not take off the hilt of his sword, and Thrall was stunned by the sudden encounter, and Sarufar turned sideways and stood in the middle of Varian and Thrall, the old warrior was in a very accurate position, and if Varian charged, he would inevitably stop him.

But the next moment, the orc chief took a deep breath and skimmed over Sarufar's protection, his blue eyes looking at Varian, and replied in the same loud voice,

"Good day, King Varian. ”

In the hands of the orc chieftains, he also holds a weapon, the hammer of destruction... The weapon that had defeated Marshal Lothar.

"I've heard that your work on building the forward base is not going well..."

Varian looked at Thrall and said in a calm tone, "Do you want me to send soldiers to help?"

Thrall's eyes narrowed, and then he smiled and said, "Don't bother the warriors of the Alliance, it's just a few obstacles, the warriors of the tribe will soon overcome them, in this land, it's not worth mentioning." ”

Anduin felt the atmosphere freeze, he looked up at Bane Bloodhoof who was following Thrall, who was a good friend he had made during his trip to the Broken Isles, Bane also seemed a little at a loss, and he could only respond to Anduin with his eyes: The meeting of the two leaders was really an accident!

And Garrosh behind Sarufar, he was stunned the moment he saw Varian, he couldn't help but touch the handle of the bloody roar of the axe behind him, the young orc warrior had thought about the scene of his meeting with Lagosh countless times, but he didn't expect that Lagosh's identity was so amazing!

But none of this affected the confrontation between the two leaders, and Varian smiled when he heard Sal's refusal,

"Then let's talk about the rest of the world, about your frequent contact with the remnants of the Blackstone Orcs cowering in the Swamp of Sorrows, and the unarmored Dragonthroat Orcs who were beaten by the monsters of the Twilight Heights, you are doing something dangerous, Thrall, tell me, are you going to reorganize the old tribes and start a new war?"

The tone became tough in vain, and Sal was not easy to match, but he didn't answer, this time it was the Safarul overlord who sneered at him,

"We're not going to start a war, it's just that I'm going to face a fierce opponent, and I have to prepare in advance, such as MI7's activities in the Stonetalon Mountains and the Bleak Lands, which don't seem to be the traditional territory of the Stormwind Kingdom, Your Majesty Varian, I'm actually wondering, why can't we stop these boring little moves and fight like a real warrior?"

"Or are you scared?"

When Safarul said this, Varian's eyes immediately became dangerous, and a red spark of anger flashed on Varian's palm, but soon, Thrall spoke,

"Forgive Sarufar, King Varian, he's just a warrior and thinks only from a warrior's point of view, why don't we put aside our hatred and join forces to get through this hurdle first? Infighting only makes Arthas happier, and no one wants him happy, does it?"

"Whew..."

Varian breathed a sigh of relief and removed his left hand from the hilt of his sword, and he nodded to Thrall,

"You are right, Chief Sal, that now is not a good time to discuss the hatred of the past, and when the threat of Arthas has been removed, we will settle the accounts of the past, about the grievances between my father, my kingdom, and your ancestors, blood and blood, glory and glory. ”

Thrall's face changed, and before he could speak, Varian turned his gaze to Sarufar,

"The Overlord of Safarul... You know, I'm also a fighter, so... I'll have a good fight with you on the battlefield, and trust me, it won't be too far. ”

With that, Varian led Anduin past the Horde's commanders and walked out of the hall, and as he passed by Garrosh, Varian whispered,

"Boy, don't let this weapon down!"

"I've always remembered that oath, but if it's on the battlefield, I won't show mercy, Lagosh..."

“… No, meeting me on the battlefield would be the beginning of your nightmare, so don't die here, boy, I'm still waiting to get Bloodroar back from you. ”