The Alliance and the Horde finally came to an agreement. The Grand Chieftain Sal personally arrived at the Northrend front and agreed on cooperation with the Alliance. They split into two routes, and the alliance would march from the land, over the mountains, to the Icecrown glacier. The Horde marched from the underground, through the underground passages of the Eldroniburites, to the Icecrown Fortress.

Even the Viku have arrived from all over Northrend to support the Alliance's march into Icecrown Fortress. Their Ancestral Dragons, along with the Coalition's gunboats, griffons, tribal airships, and bipedal wyverns, form the most powerful Azeroth Air Force in history.

The spectacle reminded Ares of the various massacres of the human kingdom and elves by the Scourge Legion. Ten years later, the people of Azeroth had formed the largest coalition in history. Straight to Icecrown Fortress, straight to the Lich King's home base. And this is another massacre.

The difference is that today, it is the righteous people, the free people, the slaughter of the undead of natural disasters. Filled with rage, they struggled forward.

Fortunately, the tribe led by Sal did not encounter much resistance and attack after entering the underground palace of the Nibru. Since the insect king Anubarak is dead. No one can lead the Nebru to launch an effective raid on the Horde. They even closed the gates, however, Thrall did not care, in the face of absolute power, skills and tactics were in vain. They didn't care about the attacks of the Nebrus.

Even Thrall, who is skilled in controlling the power of the elements, has burned the cobwebs that the Nibru used to capture tribal warriors. In the blazing flames, the remnants of the Nebru were crushed.

It took only four days to get out of the underground passages of the Nebru, which was almost a straight line distance between the Dragonbone Wilds and the Icecrown Fortress...... Things weren't going so well on the Alliance's side, as Death Knight Darien said, the Alliance's army marched into Icecrown Glacier, and the biggest enemy was not the Scourge Legion, but the endless wind and snow and bitter cold of Northrend.

Needless to say, the unattainable snowy peaks that even griffons and airships cannot overcome. So you can only go from the valley. And even in the valleys, there is a thick layer of snow and howling cold winds. The first to be unbearable are the elves of Silvermoon City, who have lived for a long time in the spring-like city of Quel'Salas, and the sun and rain of the Yongge Forest make them feel comfortable and comfortable. In the face of the bitter cold of Northrend, many elves could not move an inch. They had become even more fragile than humans, and even Winlessa herself was slightly unwell. She wrapped herself in a thick cotton jacket, revealing only a pair of blue eyes, and even her eyelashes were dyed white by snowflakes.

And then, there are the human beings. Lordaeron's warriors are okay, they have been fighting against the natural disasters and undead in the plague-ridden land for a long time, and the physical fitness of those who can survive is not something ordinary people can imagine. The soldiers from Theramore and Stormwind were not able to do so. With the exception of the veterans of the Seventh Legion, the other legionnaires in Stormwind were more or less afflicted with the cold. They developed chilblains on their bodies and struggled to move on.

The toughest are the dwarves...... Their skin, hard like a rock, withstands the blizzard and the cold. What's more, the Ironforge Fort was built on a high mountain, where the climate was cold and dry all year round, and the Copperbeard Dwarves had long been accustomed to such a harsh and cold climate. Setting foot in Northrend wasn't much of a challenge for them.

Eventually, Ares saw a scene of dwarves from Ironforge sitting together, warming themselves by a campfire and drinking spirits. The elves from Quel'Thalas were wrapped up in a ball, shivering in the cold wind, and the haughty posture of the elves vanished without a trace, replaced by pain and torment. Humans were somewhere in between, the slightly stronger ones, who were not infected with the disease, sat in their tents and waited for the dawn. Those who were slightly weaker had to abandon the Northern Expedition and embark on the road back home. This was an extremely painful thing for them, attacking the Icecrown Fortress, which was originally an extremely glorious thing, but now, after countless tribulations, they finally stopped in front of the entrance of the Icecrown Glacier. So unwilling and resentful. It's like running 10,000 meters but falling down when you are only 10 meters away from the finish line. However, they had to do it again. Ares and Varian would not allow the wounded to remain in the Legion, they were incapable of fighting and would only delay the Legion's march.

"People fall every day. If we continue like this, we will have half as many men as we reach Icecrown. Moreover, there is not enough fuel. Our supply lines are stretched to the maximum, with at least a million men carrying supplies and supplies for this legion on the continent of Northrend. ”

In the cold wind, Varian said melancholy. He looked into the distance, the sky of Icecrown was always dark, there, the roof of the world, there, the place where the light could not reach. The sky is like a giant sapphire, with an impenetrable depth.

"I know, but it's impossible to return. The griffon knights of Vorstad tell us that there is only a third of the way to go. We can only continue to endure, there is no other way, Varian, brother, we have no way back. ”

Ares returned calmly.

"Many people want to rest but don't get it, and the fatigue of the march will not be less than the fatigue of the battle."

"Yes...... We all expected ......."

"The Horde has arrived at Icecrown one step ahead of schedule, and they have begun to build siege engines and catapults. It is unimaginable that we are a big step behind the Horde. ”

Varian whispered.

"Nothing to do with honor, Varian. It's not about honor. It's just luck, the tribes have better luck than we do, they dare to take risks, march from the underground, and in case they collapse or get lost, they will be buried forever in the underground worm tunnels of the Nebrus. They were lucky to come out, and this is the reward they deserve. We, on the other hand, are just more cautious. ”

Ares returned.

"Do you think the Horde will attack Icecrown Fortress ahead of time?"

Varian then asked.

"No, the tribe is not stupid, and Thrall is not. With the strength of the Horde Expeditionary Force, it was difficult for them to take the fortress on their own. Secondly, the Lich King is our common enemy, and the Horde will not be foolish enough to expend its own strength to win this war. They also have to think about what to do with us next, and they will be on guard against us. So, no matter how much they value glory, they will wait for us to arrive before attacking the city. It's like when I was in Kalimdor, facing the Angela swarm with the Horde, and after several failures, it was only after several failures that the Alliance and the Horde could truly cooperate. ”

Ares took a deep breath and slowly returned.