The entire Icecrown Glacier, driven by the will of the first Lich King, was surrounded by the undead who never slept and poured the Iron Wall of Salon in one piece, which sounded a little incredible, almost like the Stormwind Kingdom decided to build a wall to enclose the entire Elwyn Forest. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Any architect would denounce this as a fantasy, and in the entire civilized world, there is no race that can accomplish this feat, except for the undead, and only the undead.

Time was of no meaning to them, and they did not lament the impossibility of the project, and most importantly, they had to do it at the orders of the Lich King, so in less than 10 years, the entire Icecrown Glacier, the largest glacier in the world, was erected as an immortal city of the undead.

Of course, when I see this, some brothers will say, well, isn't the Panda Man's dragon spine also running through the entire continent? But that's different, my brother, the undead and the Titan creation, that's different.

In short, anyone who sees Icecrown glaciers today will be amazed, shocked, and then frightened.

Within this dark wall, is the realm of the undead, its heart is in the southernmost Icecrown fortress, the walls spread out from both sides of it, and throughout the land of Icecrown, there are four other Acropolis of Icecrown Fortress, the Shadow Dome, the Gate of Dread Cresa, the Door of Death Modresa and the Gate of Desolation Ordusa, it is said that these are the four acropolises built on the magic nodes of the entire Icecrown Glacier, they arch the Icecrown Fortress and the Dark Cathedral, and only when the nodes of these four acropolis are all closed, the gates of the Icecrown Fortress will be opened。

Far from being a door that could be opened by mere physics or magic, it was something much more mysterious.

However, since it is an entire dark realm, it definitely needs a gate to enter and exit, and the Lich King has built the gate at the junction of Icecrown Glacier and Dragonbone Wilds, so it does not enjoy the magic of the entire Icecrown Glacier, and is the only entrance that the coalition can see.

Angasa, the meaning of "damnation" in orc language, is the name given by Naozu, and the coalition soldiers prefer to call it directly Angasa, the Gate of Damnation.

Both the Coalition and Arthas knew that the great battle that was about to unfold in the wilderness in front of this gate would directly determine the fate of the Northern Expedition and, perhaps, the fate of the entire world.

The tightly closed, black, steel gate that intertwined like the teeth of a giant beast was like the most indifferent limit between life and death, but it was more like a line that could not be crossed, let alone crossed.

The line between life and death has never been clearer.

Looking out from the top floor of the Temple of Dragon's Sleep, from the Tomb of Galakron in the distance, along a line between the Crystal Rift and the Red Dragon Sanctuary, to the east are all black oppressive undead, Arthas also senses the change of situation, he is gathering the undead of the entire Northrend on this thick wasteland, and to the west of this line, there are densely arranged fortresses and military camps of the coalition army.

Below is the Alliance, above is the Tribe, these two camps of the civilized world finally chose to unite when the final battle is coming, and now, no one will have the stupid idea that "the sky is falling and there is a tall man on top".

Especially after seeing the power of the undead natural disaster with their own eyes, everyone will understand that at this time, it is very stupid to want to preserve the strength to seek benefits, once the power of the natural disaster breaks through the shackles and spreads to the whole world, the chaos in the northern Xinjiang for nearly five years will be repeated in the whole world, and no one can avoid the disaster!

The world is so ironic, the best way to make peace between the two forces is to find them a common and powerful opponent, Naozu and Arthas hope to use death and fear to tear the whole world apart, but it is precisely because of their appearance that this quarrelsome world has miraculously restored some peace.

But none of this had much to do with Baron, who was now in the middle of his final trial in the wilderness, or rather, the blind priest didn't have much time to think about it.

He was dressed in a heavy white bear skin, lying motionless in the cold snow, and from a distance, he almost blended into the white wilderness, and next to him, there was an excited Max Milan and Marcus, although Baron was very reluctant, but there was no way, he ended up forming a team with these two guys.

Not only because they saved his life from the clutches of the spider, but more importantly, although Max Milan and Marcus seem to be two psychos, their strength is real, and they are both servants of the Light, so they will be more comfortable with each other.

In the past half month, the footsteps of the three-person team have spread almost all over Northrend, and Baron had thought that the trial of the spider demon would be the last trial he faced, but when the three of them carried a large bag of spider wreckage to hand in the mission, they learned from the female knight named Tuhat that this was only their introductory mission.

And even in the introductory task, Baron's team was the worst, they even ranked 25th, and the best result was the orc team, the three mysterious guys spent 2 days hunting 4 Crypt Lords, followed by the Night Elf team, then the Blood Elves, and then the Delaney.

This result hit the three young people hard, they realized for the first time the concept that there is a sky outside the sky, and there are people outside the people, but it also aroused the competitiveness of the three guys, and even the Merry Knight Marcus put away his letters with various scents and began to honestly do continuous trial tasks.

They battled mammoths in the meadows of the Borean tundra, hunted the dangerous scourge giant Stitch in Zudak, tested the bear monsters in the Grizzly Hills, stormed the Viku village in Howling Cove, and even farthest away, went through a portal to the Storm Crags, captured the savage Archaeopterans on top of the inaccessible world, and finally returned to the Dragonbone Wilderness to get the task from the mysterious and great Red Dragon Queen.

The impending war has put Arthas under pressure, and he is looking for all the weapons he can find to destroy the legions of civilization, even setting his sights on the legacy of the dragon, Galakron, the remains of the ancient legend of the Primordial Dragonlord, whose tomb occupies almost a tenth of the size of the Dragonbone Wilderness has been dug up by his undead, a guy who claims to be the psychic master Antivoc, who is in charge of the excavation of the cemetery.

Arthas's whimsical desire to resurrect the ancient beast Galakron, the Red Dragon Queen just took this as a joke, even if Arthas himself came, it was impossible to resurrect the beast that was strong enough to compete with the bravest Titan Guardians, but this action undoubtedly angered the dragons, so the Lifebinder decided to punish them.

Now, that's the task of the three Barons.

They lay silently in the snow, and on the small hill 100 meters ahead, Antiwalk, the psychic master in green robes, was meditating in his small tent, and outside the tent, a huge undead monster with a disgusting smell sat coiled, apparently the servant of the psychic master.

"Hey, I said, we're shooting at No. 9 now, this is our last mission, it's not realistic to rush to No. 1. ”

Marcus smacked his mouth, and the experience of walking on the verge of death for half a month completely faded the glitz of this merry guy's appearance, but the knife marks on his face did not destroy his charm, but made him more manly, he whispered to his companion, "But we are lucky, we are transferred to this task that is said to be the top three, so that we can probably rush to the 4th-5th position, do you think we will be selected?"

"Definitely!"

Max Milan rubbed the windmill spear beside him, and half a month's adventure also made him a lot calmer, but as soon as he opened his mouth, he still revealed his true nature,

"As long as we kill that stinking dragon, we can win the favor of the beautiful and noble Red Dragon Queen, and we will make the final list!"

Baron covered his forehead, rubbed it, and said, "Okay, that's an undead storm giant, but forget it, you're willing to call it a dragon, that's your business, listen to me, I'm sure as soon as we get into the fight, the damn psychic master will summon the nearby undead to help, so we have very little time, we have to deal with him in 5 minutes! Damn, Maxmilan, come back to me!"

Before Baron could finish his words, the Knight of the Northshire stood up with his windmill spear and waved his hand as a dazzling and scorching hammer of light smashed into the rotting storm giant in front of him, shouting as he rushed back, "Time is pressing, my brother!

After saying that, this guy activated the magic ornament on his body, and the whole person turned into a shadow like the wind, wrapped in holy light, and rushed towards the storm giant undead who had just stood up from the ground.

Marcus then jumped out of his hiding place, drew his black heavy sword, and let the scorching light flow around his body, before speaking to Baron,

"I think he's right, sometimes you have to be brave to win the favor of the ladies, come with me, Baron, and we're going to cut down that bastard who dares to make the beautiful queen angry!"

The priest could only sigh in the end, it was not the first time that these two unreliable fellows had this kind of problem, but as Max Milan said, time was of the essence, and at such a time, it might be the best thing to do.

Baron waved his hand to give Maxmilan and Marcus a heavy shield, and then used his staff to prop up the sacred enchantment, in this enchantment, the spells of the undead will be suppressed somewhat, and the reckless Maxmilan and the storm giant at this moment have exchanged hands, although in the face of a behemoth more than 7 meters tall, he is as small as an ant, but every time the windmill spear pierces out, Maxmilan will let out an excited roar.

He was happy, yes, maybe this moment of fighting for justice was the happiest time in his life for more than twenty years.

Unbeknownst to the three of them, in the snow not far away, an indifferent observer was watching what they were doing, a High Elf Ranger with a scar on his face and a black blindfold, carrying an ornate war bow on his back and a phoenix sword in the shape of a tuning fork like a craft.

He had no interest in the fierce battle between the three contestants and the psychic master, except that from time to time he used a pen to write something on the cardboard in his hand.

"Storm Kingdom Squad, Evaluation: Reckless, no battle plan, never thinking about retreating, but cooperating with each other closely, treating death calmly, firm in faith, brave and decisive..."

Rogerio Chaser looked at the battle process of the three shouting in the distance, thought about it, picked up the pen again, and added a comment to the back.

"Very good luck. ”

"Overall evaluation: excellent, it is recommended to add "icebreaker". ”

"Reviewer: Roglio Chasing the Stars"

Yes, from the moment the three of them embarked on the first trial, they were always followed by an undiscovered ghost, and in fact, there was a person on every team who was responsible for rescuing them in the most dangerous times and keeping a record of what they did.

It's not unnecessary, everyone understands what it means to "break the ice", which can be played, and it can't even be regarded as the first candidate, only those who are truly upright and can still stick to the bottom line in the face of death can be considered to join it.

There were 65 teams at the beginning, and by the end of the final round, only 40 remained, and the fate of the other 25 teams had already been decided, and they would not be abandoned, but they would be added to another special mission, where everything would not matter except that they could play.

After Roglio finished writing the last stroke, the psychic master, who sounded like a ruthless character, was also pierced through the chest by Marcus, this guy's strength is frankly quite strong, but the only reason for his failure is that these guys in front of him are stronger than him!

Marcus whistled, ignoring the corroded wound on his chest, and on the other side, as Antivok died, the Storm Giant Undead let out a wail and fell to the ground, before being kicked down the hill by Max Milan in the waist.

The knight of the northern county frantically waved the spear in his hand and called in the direction of the Dragon Sleep Temple,

"Look! we won!"

"Who is the strongest!Who is the fiercest!We are the strongest!We are the fiercest!Hahaha, we are warriors from the Kingdom of Stormwind!We fight for justice!"

"Cheers to the Knight of the Northshire and his squires!"

Somewhat tired of propping up his body with his staff, Balon ignored Maxmilan's nervous yelling, but took a horn from his bosom and handed it to Marcus, who smiled, took a deep breath, put it to his mouth, and blew it.

"Woooooo

The muffled sound of trumpets resounded through the sky and the cold wind and snow, and soon the shadows of a dozen young dragons flapping their wings appeared in the sky, and the dragon's shadows soared in the air, swaying their scorching breath on the ground of the camp, and Marcus, Maxmilan, and Baron stood on the side of the small hill, watching the scene with great interest.

As if standing in a myth, the dragon's shadow soars above the earth, as if to indicate that everything that happens here will be truly remembered by history.