The light flashed, and the flames opened the way. While the Crusader Proving Ground was under siege, an elite squad of humans, elves, dwarves, orcs, and minotaurs launched a raid on the Icecrown Fortress at the hidden side gate of the Icecrown Fortress.

Led by Ares, the Ash Inquisitors broke down the door. With anger against the Lich King, anger at the Scourge of the undead, the Judges fought bloodily all the way.

As Ares had guessed, the Lich King moved his forces to the north and laid siege to the Crusader Proving Grounds. There aren't many undead troops left behind in Icecrown Fortress. In addition, the Ash Inquisition Army is a surprise attack, and the vast castle is simply unable to organize an effective defense in a short period of time.

The Soul Furnace, the Saron Mine, these familiar places appear in front of me again and again. As it turns out, it's not just a copy. In the Saron Pits, Ares saw a vast undead project. The huge pits were the size of a football field each, filled with skeletons and digging tools, and it was clear that the Lich King had put thousands of captives and slaves at risk with their lives to dig up enough ore. There are few protective tools, acting as a tool of sacrifice. In the eyes of the Lord of the Dead, this is nothing, and when these laborers die, their corpses can still serve him. And, more loyal than before......

"Arthas! What the hell did he do?! ”

Gianna was so grief-stricken that she had tears in her eyes, but she had to set fire to the corpses in the pit. Otherwise, it won't be long before these corpses will be resurrected by the lich and become minions of the Scourge legion.

The Skeleton Giants and the Undead Overseer rushed up from the edge of the pit, being held back by the paladins of the Knights of the Silver Hand. And when the Undead Ancestral Dragon swooped down, the iron-armored Ancestral Dragon beside Ares also rushed forward, and the two beasts frantically slapped and tore together, letting out an unbearable roar. Gianna and Ronin took the opportunity to rush down the pit with the others and rescue the Union Tribes prisoners of war who had been tied up by their captives.

Sarufar was filled with grief and indignation, and the sight of his companions, the once-high-spirited orcs, being kept in captivity like cattle here, reminded him of the time when the orcs were locked up in a concentration camp when they were defeated.

"Orcs aren't supposed to be like this!"

Sarufar yelled. He rushed into the undead soldiers and slashed wildly.

When the shouting finally stopped, they followed the passage of the ice cave to another high platform, where a heavy iron gate of Saron appeared in front of everyone. The iron doors are painted with intricate and delicate patterns, and the handles are decorated with ice dragon reliefs. Not only did the Ashes Inquisitors not see it, but neither did Ares. But judging from such a beautiful carving, Ares could tell that they were one step closer to the inner core area of the Icecrown Fortress. At this point, Sylvanas didn't know what was going on.

Dark magic pervades the place, completely separating the worlds of the living from the dead, and no living can cross this door of death. Even the prisoners of war who had been taken to the Salon's pit had never passed through the gate to get a glimpse of what was inside.

In front of the tall castle gates, Ares stepped up and grasped the heavy, cold gate with his rough hands.

A bone-chilling cold penetrated into the palm of his hand and pressed straight into his body.

However, he is the Great Lord of Lordaeron after all, and he is the Ember Messenger after all. The Light forced the breath of death back. With his slam of force, the door slammed open. Inside, there is endless darkness. It seemed to be a hall of death, with a cold chill rushing towards the face, and at the end of the line of sight, there was a corridor with a faint blue light.

"Let's go in, and from now on we will truly enter the place of death."

Ares turned and said.

Immediately, the crowd followed their leader into the cold hall.

……

The Crusader Proving Ground, a storm of snow drifting in the valley, accompanied by the roar of wild beasts and undead, the entire Crusader Proving Ground was turned into a bloody place of death.

Countless undead were slaughtered, and the improvised walls of the Proving Ground became an insurmountable chasm for the Scourge Legion under the defense of the Alliance and the Horde's common enemies......

Ice Roar rushes into the chaos, tearing at rotting zombies and ghouls, crushing their bodies and splattering blood and viscous liquids. In the rain of arrows, the beast gradually drained its last drop of blood. The effects of the drug are subsiding. Finally, after being slashed by a thousand knives, the Arctic beast fell in a sea of undead corpses. When he fell to the ground, he crushed a group of Cataclysmic soldiers who had no time to escape.

The snowflakes were splashed up and spread out like a shock wave.

Like a mountain, he fell on the periphery of the Crusader Proving Ground. Soon, however, countless undead climbed over the "snowy mountain" and swooped down on the walls of the Crusader Trial Ground like a frenzied colony.

"Blood and glory!"

The old orc Itreig raised his battle axe and led the roar.

ahhhhhhhhh…… Immediately, the orcs erupted into an earth-shattering collective roar.

For the glory of our ancestors!

Hell roared and shouted, an axe splitting through the undead soldiers who had climbed the walls, and a roar of blood danced wildly among the corpses. With a devastating scream, slash at one evil monster after another.

He even grabbed the head of a zombie and slammed it against a stone wall. The fragile skull could not withstand such a brutal impact, and the bone residue splattered everywhere, and brains and blood spurted out.

On the Alliance's side, Khadgar muttered an ancient incantation. Just as he fought against Karazan when he was young, the power of magic flowed through him, the dark clouds above his head were torn open a large hole, bright white light flashed, and powerful lightning currents fell from the sky in an instant, killing more than a dozen undead in front of the mage. Their bodies were all blown to pieces. Charred rotten flesh and skeletons lay strewn in front of the archmage.

Khadgar gasped tiredly. However, as soon as he let his guard down, an undead gargoylee swooped down and flew towards him. The Alliance knights at the archmage's side saved his life. The sharp knight's sword struck quickly, piercing the gargoyle's body the moment it swooped down. The dark creature struggled, only to be stabbed in the throat by a knight's sword.

"It's too much, we have to retreat to the arena!"

The Archmage thanked the Knights of Stormwind for their support. And the scene in front of him made him always sad.

He even had a premonition that the Silver Northern Expeditionary Army would eventually die here...... They used their lives to buy valuable time for Ares......