As you pass through the hall, the road in front of you diverges to form two quiet paths that are different from each other. Both roads stretch indefinitely, the cold air envelops the passages, and the temperature is getting colder and colder. A thin mist of ice filled the entire interior of the castle. It was as if they were getting closer and closer to the Heart of Ice.

It is also true that the undead encountered along the way are getting stronger and stronger, although they are not many in number. Ares knew that the Ashen Inquisitors were getting closer and closer to the Lich King's lair. It's just that Arthas is here or not, Ares can't guarantee it, and can only pray that Arthas doesn't go to the Crusader Proving Ground in person, then the raid will become pointless.

Fortunately, Death Knight Marvion's words before dying convinced Ares that he had made the right choice. "You don't know the cold of the throne." These are the exact words of Marvein before he died. While it is not explicitly stated that the Lich King is at the top of the Icecrown, it is also implied that the Lich King may be at the top of the Icecrown waiting for these challengers. Perhaps the plan succeeded, and he transferred his army to the Crusader Proving Grounds, not expecting that a small team would dare to raid Icecrown Castle.

"We have to make a choice."

Jean stood aside and said earnestly.

"I know, but no matter which path you choose, there's no guarantee that it's the right one. The odds are only 50 percent. ”

Ares replied with a frown.

At this time, in the center of the main hall, a stronger cold wind drifted in. The bone-chilling cold almost froze the blood of the fighters, and everyone couldn't help but shiver. Even more disturbing is the ghostly sound that seems to hover above the tall domes and stone pillars in the corridors. Flickering and flickering, challenging people's psychological defenses.

"Let's divide our troops, Ares, and I'll take my warriors and march through this road. You and your knights of the Order go the other way. We meet at the gate of the Top of the Ice Crown. ”

Gianna proposed.

This is a helpless move, and there is no way to do it, there are not many warriors who raid the Icecrown Fortress, it can be said that there are very few. Now, again, we have to divide our forces and move forward. It will undoubtedly weaken the strength of the team. But if the choice is wrong, the Inquisitors will return in vain. He was even buried in this dark temple.

Looking at Gianna's face, Ares was full of worry.

After a moment of silence, Ares agreed to Gianna's suggestion. He walked up to Gianna and held her hand. There was concern in his eyes. Gianna's hands were cold, the throne was cold......

"I'll be careful."

Looking at Ares with the same affection, Gianna pushed Ares' hand away.

Like a true leader, she began to count her manpower.

"Jean, Bridget, Whiteman, I'm going to trouble you. You follow Gianna all the way from there. Protect her, and we rendezvous at the top of the icecrown. ”

Ares whispered.

A blue glimmer illuminates the halls, and a mysterious and terrifying force entrenches in the depths of this castle. Glancing at the stairs and cloisters overhead, Ares took a deep breath. It was probably the longest he'd traveled since crossing Azeroth.

……

Crusader Proving Grounds.

The undead roared, like a tidal wave, densely packed, surrounding the soldiers of the Northern Expeditionary Army in the center of the proving ground. The orcs roared, and the elves waved their swords and sang.

The tall proving ground was their last wall. Under the silver-white battle flag, hundreds of wounded people gathered, all of whom had been withdrawn from the perimeter of the proving ground, blood staining the ground in the center of the arena.

"Where's Ares! I'm going to kill him! ”

Hellroar roared from the edge of the proving ground. He angrily slashed to death a zombie trying to climb the wall of the proving ground, and the opponent's hands were directly cut off, and he fell from the edge of the city wall, falling into the crowd of undead with a dull sound.

On the other side, with all his might, Itreg slashed at a ghoul with his tomahawk, and then kicked the dead ghoul off the wall. The gargoyle hovered through the air, and the only remaining dwarven warship became the artillery force of the coalition forces. The griffin knight soared under the gloomy sky, and as far as the eye could see, there was a lot of fighting. These remaining soldiers of the Northern Expeditionary Army have gone through many hardships and hardships since landing in Northrend, fought countless battles along the way, and escaped the battle of the Icecrown Fortress, and now it seems that this Northern Expeditionary Army, composed of alliances and tribes, may be wiped out in this polar wasteland.

On either side of the Northern Expeditionary Army's battle flags stood the respective battle flags of the Union and the Horde. The wounded drummer still used all his strength to blow a majestic war song. An air of pathos permeated the testing grounds.

Finally, with a terrible blunt impact, the door to the trial ground was slammed open. The Scourge Giant, armed with an entire tree trunk, smashed down the door to the Crusader Proving Ground.

Khadgar, the archmage guarding behind the gate, immediately unleashed an arcane blast. Knock down the massive Scourge Giant. The shockwave generated by the arcane energy simultaneously knocked down hundreds of undead soldiers around the giant.

However, Khadgar's mana drain is also very severe. He had to hold on to his staff, barely holding his body down. In front of them, the soldiers of the Silver Northern Expeditionary Army formed a shield wall, using their bodies and shields to block the tide-like natural disaster army.

"For the Horde!"

"Blood and glory!"

The orc warriors and minotaurs in the stands roared. Armed with a hammer and heavy axe, Itreg led hundreds of orc veterans to charge down from above to support the Lordaeron infantry regiment. The orcs almost dispersed the Scourge undead blocking the doorway. However, when the lone orcs encountered zombie forces attacking from three sides, they still had to retreat to the proving ground.

The number is hard wound. Especially in this kind of defensive battle, there is hardly any strategy and tactics available. Everything is only a bloody fight.

A brilliant purple light appeared in the sky, and the Hammer Knight swung the Windburst Warhammer and smashed it into the most undead area of the gate.

It was like a bombshell detonating in the crowd, and dozens of Cataclysmic soldiers were instantly blown to pieces by thunderbolts and lightning. Flesh splattered several meters high.

However, after a brief victory, a dozen undead gargoyles pounced on the Hammered Griffon.

The sturdy white griffon let out a long whirl in the air, and was torn to pieces by the mass of undead gargoyles...... Along with the Hammer Knight, fall from the sky.

The blue ocean of undead armies came in waves, and people felt hopeless.

"Garrosh, your father will be proud of you when he sees you like this. Fight to the last drop of blood, an orc, only for glory to die on the battlefield. ”

Itrig roared. With a swing of his tomahawk, he struck a ghoul in the head. The blade of the axe plunges into the center of the head and bites deeply.