Fadil Bay in the morning, the horses are boiling. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

The small sandy beach was full of busy human soldiers, all dressed in different attire, representing very different regions from which they came.

These human soldiers from the Elwyn Forest, the Wild West, the Hillsbrad Hills, Stratholme, and the Arathi Highlands are gathered here today as they are about to launch a final assault on the orc base camp across the Narrow Sea.

Nearly all of the soldiers knew that the war they had fought for years was about to be won, though they were in different moods - the soldiers of Lordaeron were excited that they could keep the orcs out of their homes, the soldiers of Stormwind were thrilled that they were able to embark on their journey home, and the soldiers of Riptide were proud that they were about to take on the task of taking on the main attack.

"It's a great spectacle, and maybe it won't happen again for decades. Arthas stood between a group of human nobles and high-ranking military generals, and sighed in a low voice.

Arthas knew that such a scene had never been seen before in the original flow of time, that the alliance that defeated the orcs was the last action of the Human Alliance, and that after that, the alliance split again, with Riptide and Gilneth withdrawing from the Alliance, Stormwind struggling to rebuild, Dalaran frequently destroyed, and Lordaeron ...... Reduced to ruins under himself and Frost Sorrow's hands.

"Honestly, Prince Alsace, I'd rather never see such a scene again. "Anduin Lothar was fully armed, his golden marshal's plate armor glistening in the sun, and the blue ribbon on his chest was a symbol of his bravery and glory.

"Why, Mr. Lothar, don't you think this scene is magnificent?" Ureon was a little confused, he liked the scene of the army gathering now, and just being in it made his blood boil.

"Remember, Wrynn, that for a monarch, the stability of the people is far more precious than his personal name of valor. I'd rather never put down my sword forever, if that could bring peace to the continent. Anduin Lothar said.

"It's getting late, Arthas, can you let her begin?" said King Terenus, looking at the rising sun, to his son.

"I see, father. Arthas nodded, greeted Frost Sorrow, and walked towards the beach of Fadil Bay. Countless eyes were fixed on this pair of figures of different heights, waiting for a miracle to appear—what a powerful force to be able to freeze the currents! It is a lucky thing to be able to see such a powerful spell in a lifetime, whether it is a soldier of civilian origin or a general of noble birth.

Arthas had slept peacefully in the arms of Frost Sorrow last night, only to wake up to find that all the preparations had been made.

Ricks' legion with Riptide Castle has arrived at Riptide Castle and has rested for a while, and the Orc Grand Chief has been escorted back to Riptide Castle, but no one has the time to interrogate it, just keep it in a dark dungeon, and keep it tightly guarded.

The griffon messenger to Dalaran returned to Rapids and reported to King Solas the movements of the mages, Archmage Antonidas discovered the portal that Kel'thugad had privately built from Dalaran to Dunhold Castle, cutting the distance from Dalaran to the Arathi Highlands by almost half, and a large number of battle mages were gathering to support the frontal battlefield here.

The griffon messenger who had gone to meet the dwarven king Magni Copperbeard had also returned, bringing back letters from King Magni Copperbeard to the Coalition and his brother Muradin. The Dwarven King has left Ironforge with his army and is heading for Palatine Bay, King Magni Copperbeard has promised to wipe out all the orcs he encounters on the way, saying that he will never let the orc army flee south, and asking the combined forces of humans and High Elves to act as soon as possible to strangle the remnants of the orcs in the wetlands.

All the information points in the positive direction of the Alliance, and the top leaders of the Alliance in Fort Riptide are also particularly excited. Having just after this morning, Arthas was woken up by the cry of Frost Sorrow, and after a sweet and troublesome morning intimacy with Frost Sorrow, Arthas took the sleepy-eyed Red Dragon Queen, along with King Terenus and others, to the Gulf of Fadil along with Ricks' army.

Arthas came to the sea, a foul smell came to his face, last night, here, tens of thousands of orcs were burned by the Red Dragon Queen, although the Silver Hand Knights and the Iron Horse Brotherhood were stationed here to prevent the counterattack from the orc base camp on the other side of the narrow sea, but these warriors who fought fiercely all night did not have the experience to clean up the corpses of these orcs.

Although the corpses of these orcs had not decomposed in just one day, the foul stench was inevitable.

Arthas waved his hand in front of his nose to dispel the stench a little, and then said to Frost's sorrow, "Frost, get to work!"

"Hmm...... Master, what do you want Frost to do?" Frost Sorrow rolled up his cuffs with great interest, revealing his white lotus arms.

"Just like that time, in Quel'Thalas...... Xiaoshuang, if you freeze this sea area, it would be nice to be able to reach the continent opposite. Arthas gestured with his hand as he lowered his voice - he didn't want the High Elves to hear what he and Frostmourn had done to their sanctuary in the original stream of time.

"Good master!" Frostmourn kicked his little white boots, ran to the beach and crouched, and plunged one of his fingers into the water, not disgusted by the fact that it had been stained into a muddy pool of orc corpses.

"Click, click", a small sound sounded from the beach, and a crystal blue ice chain, from the frost sorrow crystal white fingertips, gradually spread to the narrow sea.

"Oh!" a cry of surprise rang out from the ranks of the human soldiers, and even if they stood far away, they could clearly see the frosty path that rushed to the depths of the narrow sea like white practice.

"It is finished!" said Frost Sorrow, clapping her hands, then rose from the edge of the beach and ran to her master, smiling as she asked for a reward.

Holding the tender little hand of Frost Sorrow, Arthas returned to his father's side with countless surprised eyes, and said to Anduin Lothar, who had long been unable to hold back his expectations: "Sir Lothar, the path of frost has been formed. Next, you can gradually spread the hay and sand you have prepared in advance on the ice road, and you can go straight to the opposite side of the Narrow Sea. ”