If there are any indigenous creatures in Northrend, the most representative ones are the Viku people, who are widely distributed in every area. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

In ancient times, even earlier in the era of Imiron, they were almost the rulers of this continent, but with the passage of time, even their faith, Odin, was lost, and the originally powerful kingdom of the Viku people was torn apart.

However, this does not prevent these powerful creatures from surviving and thriving in every area.

Even in the Icecrown Glacier there is a powerful Viku clan, they are called the Jurdin clan, when the Lich King resurrected those Yurdin warriors who had been killed in battle for unknown years from under the earth, this powerful tribe was also in the vortex of life and death, and finally took refuge in Arthas.

In fact, the Death Warriors of the Jurdin clan are the most feared beings in this great ice mass of walking corpses and undead, they are numerous, they are powerful, and most importantly, even after returning from the dead, these Viku still retain their warlike and bloodthirsty nature.

This may be good news for the Lich King, as the Lordin clan will be his elite legion, helping him fend off any opponents who rush into Icecrown, but for everyone else, it's uncompromisingly bad news.

The thought of fighting the Viku people, who are more than 3 meters tall and blessed by death energy, makes everyone feel a headache.

Port of Revenge, an island hidden in the northernmost ice of the Endless Sea.

This is also one of the two breakthrough points to break the ice, and its location is the top secret of the coalition and even the entire civilized world, only the rulers of various forces and the high-ranking officials of the coalition army know, not even those who are operating on the island.

The spies of the Cult of the Damned are found in every corner of the civilized world, and these guys who are willing to bow down before the throne of Arthas have no shame at all, but the harm they cause is far greater and more crazy than the undead in the frontal battlefield.

In the current Eastern Continent, cursed cultists are burned at the stake every day, but this is not enough to curb their madness, the war between the two sides has reached the most critical juncture, Arthas is dead, they are also destined to not live, for the power to live, almost everyone is crazy.

"Click, click"

Dalyan, dressed in military uniform, sat on the dock of Revenge Harbor, constantly wiping the sword body of the "old man" with a whetstone, and in front of his eyes, the black clouds were almost hanging overhead, and the faint white light was revealed from the gap in the black clouds, which made the sky even more strange and gloomy.

The sea in front of me was not a blue wave, but pale, a thick pale, a sea frozen forever, barren and desperate turned into a storm that did not want to be silent, in the lonely howl, the unimaginable low temperature shrouded in this ice, and the falling snow and hail from the sky, almost all the time hovering in this heaven and earth, this extreme weather, even the gargoyles of Alsace could not enter this place to investigate.

This also creates the unique environment of Revenge Harbor, which is harsh, crazy, unbearable, but secluded enough to be enough!

Dalyan's shoulders and head were covered with snowflakes, and even his eyebrows and beard were frozen in frost, but he was still silently polishing his weapon, and then from time to time he raised his head and looked at the sky, as if waiting for something.

It's like a lonely watchman in a white scene.

The scar on the young warrior's eye gave him a more aloof temperament, even though he himself was a very good person to deal with.

"Whew!"

Another deadly cold wind blew, Dalyan tightened his black coat, and at this moment, a looming black shadow quickly advanced above the black cloud, appeared in the faint white light, and then disappeared, straight through the wind and snow of death, this shadow fell into Dalyan's sight, he put down the whetstone in his hand, and then removed a long tube made of animal skin from the belt lock of the idiosyncrastic, ignited the lead at the top, and held it high in the air.

The next moment, a red spark rushed into the sky, blooming a battle flag-like light in the wind and snow, and in less than a second, the light dispersed.

This is an extremely risky move, but without the guidance of this firelight, it is impossible for the guy hovering above the icy sky to find the exact location of Revenge Harbor on this frozen sea.

A few minutes later, the black shadow rushed down from the black cloud above Dalyan's head like black lightning, and when he looked closely, he realized that it was a huge dragon, a black dragon.

On top of the black dragon's head, there was also a tall Viku warrior, he was wearing a unique horned helmet, which was the bull horn helmet often worn by the leaders of the Viku people, but one of the horns of this helmet was partially cut off by some kind of sharp weapon, which looked a little weird.

That's an acquaintance of Dalyan... A guy he's always wanted to take down.

"What the hell is the weather! What the hell is the place!"

When Gavincent was still more than ten meters above the ground, he jumped from the top of the black dragon's head, and behind him, the black dragon's body gradually manifested in the light, turning into a human female with black hair, an indifferent face, and a characteristic metal lock around her neck, she glanced at Dalyan with contempt, let out a disdainful snort, and then turned and walked towards the snow-filled castle in Revenge Harbor.

"Onexia..."

Dalyan's brow furrowed, and he looked at the Viku, "Why is she here?"

The Viku warrior spread out his hand and said with a headache,

"To cross the sky without attracting Arthas's attention, the height that only a dragon can do, she is the only idle dragon I can find in the Temple of Dragon's Sleep, and Anduin lent her to me temporarily. ”

"Okay. ”

Dalyan didn't care about these details, he shook the snowflakes on his body and beckoned to Calvinson,

"Come with me, and we'll talk about what you're going to take on this time. ”

The Viku man raised his fist and straightened the severed horned helmet above his head, following Dalyan, who asked curiously,

"What's going on? Sounds like something else? The call I received only said it was for me to fight, and it was about the Vikus. ”

Instead of answering immediately, Dalyan walked to a house by the docks, pushed open the door, and the brazier from inside the room gave a hint of warmth to the place, and the two men sat down at the table, and Dalyan took a roll of animal skins from his bosom, spread it out, and placed it in front of Calvincent.

"You're right, you're on a mission to fight!

"Huh?"

Calvincent looked at Dalyan with some confusion, and the latter pointed to the east of Revenge Harbor and said to him,

"The western side of Icecrown Glacier is guarded by the Jurding clan, who rely on their fortress cities of Baragad and Chauthonheim to blockade the sea farther west, and the combat power is strong and numerous, the guys of Revenge Harbor, including me, can only carry out surprise operations, but once we are attacked from Tritunheim, we will definitely not be able to capture the Shadow Dome and Odosa within the planned time, which means that all the previous preparations will be in vain. ”

Darian turned his head and looked at Gavincent, "But the Viku people of Chautenheim are not without their shortcomings, they have a large arena in that city, called the Wallahas Tournament, all races can participate, but they will be closely monitored, only the Viku people like you will not ask about the origin, and the best thing is that in that arena, anyone who has won ten consecutive victories can challenge the Lord of Jurdin, and each challenge will attract many Viku people to watch... That's your task. ”

The warrior accentuated his tone,

"We will place the positioning stone on you, its role is to provide a parameter target for the fleet's artillery bombardment, at least 1 hour, you can choose to drag or kill Lord Jurdin in the battle, cut off Arthas's tentacles in the westernmost part of the Icecrown Glacier, and you must cooperate with the fleet attack, make the Drotunheim a mess, and give us time to take those two dark acropolis!"

"1 hour?... Well, that's pretty much enough, that sounds pretty good, I love the arena... When do I leave?"

Dalyan took out his pocket watch, looked at it, and then said to Calvincent,

"30 minutes later... Let's go together!"

Calvincent frowned at hearing that time was so tight, but then he relaxed again, and he patted his stomach,

"Then bring me something to eat, and wine... I've got to eat and drink enough to be a challenger... Well, be a slaughterer. ”

While Calvincent was eating and drinking in the harbor of Revenge Harbor, at the intersection of Echo Valley and Storm Crags, in that deep tunnel, dense dwarven soldiers were forming in formation, and a small group was preparing to enter the last reserved position.

Muradine held a hammer in one hand and a battle axe in the other, he was wearing a hard armor and a steel helmet on top of his head, Vandal was standing next to him smoking a cigarette and carrying a heavy axe behind his back, while Angfu was carrying a heavy sword about his height, and was walking back and forth not far away, obviously a little restless.

The Dwarven Prince leaned against the wall and closed his eyes, his ears filled with the sound of the dwarven soldiers' armor crashing, he waited, waiting for the blood and fire that was about to begin.

Vandal raised the pocket watch in his hand, glanced at it through the light in the tunnel, and whispered,

"1 hour and 27 minutes left... The Angasa must have already started. ”

Muradin's eyes didn't open, he seemed to be asleep, he took a deep breath,

"Yes, more than 100,000 people on the frontal battlefield are delaying time for us... This responsibility is somewhat heavy. ”

"I've fought all my life, but this time I've been stressed, can you understand that? If we lose, if we fail to achieve the goal we set and thus affect the whole situation, then we are... Sinners. ”

Hearing Muladin's deep voice, Vandal suddenly clenched his hand holding the pipe, and Angfu, who walked to the side, was also a little dumbfounded, the big battle was about to begin, but the coach reacted like this, which was indeed a little unreassuring.

But the next moment, Muradin's eyes opened, the old dwarf's eyes had never been so bright as they were now, he looked at the closed cave gate in front of him, and he slowly exhaled,

"But even so, I came... I'm not here at the risk of becoming a sinner in the world, not in search of failure!"

"Five years ago, I was almost killed by Alsace in that snowy field... So, today I'm here, and I'm going to tell Arthas that it's time to return the sword he slashed at me back then!"

"This war, for me... That's all!"

"Uh... I've crawled back from hell, and now I'm going to send that mess to hell, will you come with me?"