The imminent start of Ulduar's strategy does not seem to have any impact on the mortal world, and after the brutal Northern Expedition, the whole world has rarely entered a calm, at least on the surface, into a rare calm. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Balon, who had just returned to his hometown, stood quietly in the meditation room of the Northshire Monastery to contemplate the will of the Light, and for a sincere Light cultist, this kind of leisure time was the happiest, but compared to the urbane young priest before, Baron, who had returned from the battlefield in Northrend, was inevitably infected with a hint of veteran air in the end.

In particular, the hideous scar on his arm represents everything that happened on the Icecrown Glacier and the Angasa battlefield, how cruel it was, to survive that kind of war, Baron felt that he had to thank the Holy Light for the gift, in that kind of situation at that time, let alone Baron, even the kings and chieftains who charged on the front line of the battlefield, could not necessarily guarantee that they would survive safely.

And no matter how brilliant the victory is, it can't hide the cruel nature of standing up, the 30,000 soldiers sent by the entire Stormwind Kingdom, not even 10,000 who walked off the battlefield alive, and in the 1 month after the end of the war, the entire Stormwind City was filled with the sound of mourning, which was too cruel.

Baron didn't want to think about whether this kind of price was necessary, and there was really no need to think about it, but anyone who had actually seen the Undead Sea Charge would have no doubt about this answer.

Even in the immediate aftermath of the war, Baron would be awakened by nightmares, and he felt like a part of his eternal existence was scattered across the battlefield.

"Hopefully it's worth it. ”

Baron's fingers swiped a few times across his chest, ending the day's obviousness, but just as he walked out of the meditation room, the messenger knight who was waiting outside the door stood up and saluted, and whispered,

"Baron Driek Baron, this is your call-up order, please sign for it!"

"Huh?"

Baron looked up, his eyes closed, he could see clearly in another way, and he reached out to take the stamped letter, and with a few strokes of his fingers in the bumps of the blind text on its surface, he understood its contents.

"The coalition is starting to recruit veterans again, why is the battlefield a storm cliff?"

Baron asked suspiciously, and the herald knight scratched his head and replied respectfully,

"We don't know about this, but it shouldn't be a conscription veteran, there are only two letters in the entire North County, and the other is received by Baron Maxmilan. ”

"Hmm..."

The young priest nodded, and then reached out and picked up his gorgeous staff, which brought a blue dazzling light with every swing, it seemed to be a staff that emitted golden light throughout, but at the top, in a suspended way, there was a substantial image of Naru, and on the outermost part of the three spikes, there was a holy white aura, and the moment Balon's left hand held the staff, the pure holy light swayed on him, as if he was draped in a golden coat.

Against the backdrop of this light, even Baron's linen cloak looked noble and pure.

This scene was like a mythical story, and the herald knight was stunned for a moment, until Baron patted him on the shoulder, and the herald knight came back to his senses and hurriedly led the way.

As a priest who has dedicated himself to the Light, Balon doesn't have much to pack, he only needs to hold the Staff of the Light Guardian given to him by Dick, the Grand Knight of Order, and he can go to the battlefield at any time, this staff, and that kind of recognition, is the best gift Baron got in the Northern Expedition.

The world is slowly undergoing some kind of change, and only the most perceptive, and in an invisible circle, can perceive this.

At this time, at the K3 base of the Storm Cliffs, the house that was originally used for human habitation has been completely demolished, and a large magic shield spreads out on the position of K3, emitting a lilac shield, blocking the snow above the head from the shield, to ensure absolute dryness inside.

This kind of oversized enchantment, controlled by a full 30 dwarf mages at all times, is not a luxury, in fact, it is only necessary for some kind of engineering instrument assembly that requires a high degree of precision.

In the open piazza under the shield, tens of thousands of stone statues and gnomes and goblin masters of engineering are in a state of intense busyness, and the small and large magic stone statues with brute strength are the best workers, they do not complain, they are not afraid of danger, they are absolutely obedient to orders, and most importantly, they have a certain intelligence to carry out the delicate tasks assigned by the master engineers.

In the entire super-large square, the Nomorigen Artisan Association, led by the dwarf master craftsman Mekatok, and the Hessotech mercenary group led by Goblin Tinker Garuwitz and Hesuo, are competing in another way.

"Those damn gnomes secretly used some new type of gyroscopic stabilizer!"

The treacherous black market arms dealer Hesuo, with his engineering glasses off his eyes, quickly assembled a dangerous-looking thing, like the explosive core of a spider mine, and whispered in a sharp voice to Garuwitz, a goblin tinkerer who was also busy sitting next to him,

"I managed to get a sample, but I can't take it apart by myself, I need your help, this new technology can make the development of our flying golem faster!

"Shhhh

Galuvetz put down the welding torch in his hand and waved his hand, "Put that thing away, let's go back to Garkison and talk about these things, the most important thing at the moment is to get these siege equipment ready, that knight of order paid a lot of money for this, it is said that the Dark Lord of the South China Sea is a dog under his command, remember the attack on Hot Sand Port a few days ago? That's what the Dark Lord did!"

Hei Suo nodded thoughtfully, carefully stuffed the small toy in his hand into his pocket, and then touched the large table full of parts left and right with a puzzled face, and finally scratched his head,

"Garuwitz, do you see my hydraulically stabilizing core? I remember I just assembled it yesterday!"

"I didn't see it, but I just transported a batch of equipment yesterday, maybe those stone statues were mixed, this is normal, okay, don't talk about this, hurry up and get to work!"

On the other side of the square, the master craftsman Mecatok carefully screwed the high-power steam tank in front of him with a big wrench in his hand, and while he was working, he shouted to the dwarf engineer beside him,

"Keep it up, guys! After that's done, we'll be able to go home with these statues, the Grand Knight of Order promises to fund our research and research to recapture Nomorigan's weapons and necessary soldiers, for the sake of our Tech City, don't stop, keep going!"

After the master craftsman finished shouting, out of the corner of his eye, he saw the dwarf engineer Harubin walking towards him, the two of them opened their engineering glasses, squeezed their eyebrows and made a code, and finally Harubin accidentally dropped a swarthy, fist-sized part on the ground when he passed by Mecatok, Mercatok picked it up, put it in front of his eyes and shook it,

"Hey, Hey's state-of-the-art hydraulically stabilized core, the last piece of the puzzle for my "Nomorigen Annihilator" is enough! Hey, man, what about the gyro stabilizer I brought the other day? I put it here before!"

"Oh, a batch of instruments was taken away yesterday, probably by those stone statues, don't worry, master craftsman, no one can steal anything from us!"

"Okay. ”

The master craftsman shrugged his shoulders, put the hydraulic stabilizer in his waist bag, and hummed an out-of-tune tune, took out another gyroscopic stabilizer from his pocket, carefully placed it in the control core of the oversized steam chariot in front of him, and finally whistled happily.

"That's it! Our most advanced "land behemoth", the Grand Knight of Order will be happy with this thing!"

The clever little men are still fighting for each other, and they will all have to work like this for the next 2 days, for money or for something more important, in short, this batch of siege equipment will eventually join the assault on Ulduar, and in the face of the Iron Legion that occupies the city, Dick's coalition must come up with something truly powerful.

Not to destroy, but to buy time!

Finally, at the headquarters of the frontline camp in the snowflow plains, a new guest arrived.

In fact, he was not a new guest, the old Fording in military uniform walked into the command hall in front of him under the guidance of Liadrin, he looked up and saw old Mograini sitting there eating, obviously, judging from his dusty appearance, he must have arrived directly from the Borean Tundra to the Storm Crags, recently Alessandro has been dealing with the development of the Borean Tundra, and he is so busy that his feet barely touch the ground.

"Who else?

Old Fording sat in his chair, twisted a purple berry in his hand and took a bite, the sweet juice ran down the corners of his mouth, the old knight wiped it casually, and looked at the interior of this headquarters made of stone, it was very simple, almost except for the necessary things, there was no superfluity.

"And the damn old orcs, the old dwarves, and the old Viren, the ones I said before... After all, I just stopped by to do me a favor. ”

Mograini finished the last steak, threw the fork in his hand aside, rubbed his belly, wiped his mouth with the handkerchief on the table, and then replied satisfactorily,

"Maybe Uther will come too, but not necessarily, Dick said that Uther's legion would be better to stay outside the Storm Cliff and guard the gate for him, it is said that the energy in that city seems to have some damage to the undead, but..."

The old knight turned his head to look out of the window at Ulduar in the distance, under the black clouds, the city of the Titans was surrounded by the beating thunder in the sky, white, gold, bronze ornaments were distributed on the heavy black iron walls, surrounded by the Ten Thousand Peaks, and those lights, like the light shining in the sky, were actually Dick's attempt to block some areas of Ulduar.

These things came together to make the city look like a real, god-dwelling place beyond the cold, eternal frost and dead air.

It's hard to imagine that this place in front of you, which is enough to live for hundreds of thousands of years, is just a city, but in fact, against the backdrop of the passing heroic spirits and the tall Demon Ancient Army, it seems that this mysterious place on the snowfield, which has not been visited for tens of thousands of years, is more in line with the scene of an apocalyptic battle.

"I said, if you really want to die in battle in this place, will it be closer to the mythical heaven?"

After the two old knights had finished eating, they overlooked the majestic walls of Ulduar at the edge of the Snowflow Plains, and not far from them, Arkavon was commanding the Treasury Guards, using magic and the ubiquitous frozen earth to build a bridge across the Great Divide of Ulduar, which would serve as a passage for the Heroic Legions and the Mogu Legions gathered in the Snowflow Plains to enter Ulduar.

Being around these giants who are often more than 10 meters tall, even Old Furding and Mograini feel a little uncomfortable, but this time they are not called by Dick to fight hard, but as middle and high-level commanders, these giants, about to become their soldiers, they will be responsible for commanding these giants to stop the siege of the endless Iron Legion after Dick breaks into the interior of Ulduar with high-end combat power.

It doesn't seem like a difficult task, but let's be honest, who knows until it's on the real battlefield?

In the distance, a golden shadow of thunder danced in the darkness, and finally landed beside Old Verding and Mograine, and Dick sounded behind them with a hint of teasing,

"Welcome, Grand Knight, welcome to this war between mortals and gods, ready to enter the Age of Mythology?"