Half a month later, in late autumn, the Alliance and the Horde finally converged in front of the Icecrown Fortress. The strategy of the siege is discussed. The towering castle was even grander than Ares had imagined. On the endless plain of ice and snow, a huge dark black city wall rose from the ground, and countless fang-like steel thorns stretched out from above the city wall, like the claws of the devil, reaching out into the dark blue sky.

Above the gate, a giant skeleton is carved, a symbol of death. Like this dark castle, forever shrouded in the cold winds of the Arctic. And this is only the outer fortifications of the castle, from the flat ground, the Icecrown fortress is stacked on top of each other, behind the outer walls, there is also the inner city, behind the staggered and complex inner city fortifications, is the main building of the icecrown fortress - the towering frozen spire. Ares knew that countless ghosts were howling there, and Frost Sorrow was whispering in a corner......

"The castle is impregnable, its walls are made of a mixture of Salonite iron and rock, and ordinary siege weapons simply cannot smash the walls and gates."

Luo Ning walked over and said tiredly. The extremely cold climate of Icecrown Glacier forced him to wrap himself tightly. to ward off raging cold winds. It can be seen that after a long journey, he also felt tired and weak.

The army stood beneath the Icecrown fortress, the crowd as small as ants. Ares knew that at this moment, the coalition's every move might be under the watchful eye of the Scourge undead. However, they were no longer capable of besieging the expeditionary force. The Scourge Legions, which had once won in large numbers, were now gathered in the fortress, waiting for the fateful final battle.

"There's always another way......"

Varian and Ronin's anxieties talked. Ares, on the other hand, extended his gaze into the distance, and in the deep sky of Icecrown Glacier, a goshawk from the Northland was soaring by, like a helpless boat on the vast ocean. It is the only creature in the wasteland. Remind yourself that here, it's not lifeless. There is life in a dead place...... Just as there is darkness in the brightest places, the light and the shadow never exist alone......

Ares closed his eyes, and the familiar scenes reappeared before his eyes—grasslands, hills, forests, creeks, and farms. The places where he lived, the places he visited. The fragrance of fruit in the orchard, the snapdragon by the lakeside. Sylvanas's charming smile, Valeera's gentle murmur. Sunlight poured through the cloisters and halls of Lordaeron Palace like angels in white garments. At sunset, the towering golden dome reflects the sun's afterglow, sprinkling it across the city. Joyful children hold hands and play as they run through the sunset alleys. Yes, with his eyes closed, Ares seemed to see it all. In the Icecrown Fortress in the Darkest Place, he remembered the warmest and warmest picture scroll in the human world.

He took a deep breath, a pungent cold current pouring into his nostrils, and Ares felt his spirits lifted. After so many years, so many adventures and births and deaths, it is finally time to come to an end. He's the Ember Bringer, and he's the Lich King. They are natural rivals, and from the moment the Ember Briele was born, he was destined to be the Lich King's enemy. Become a thorn in the side of the Scourge Legion, a thorn in the flesh.

Everything in the past has changed, the timeline is a mess, and what hasn't changed is that there will be a showdown between the Ember Briller and the Frost Grief. Ares clenched his fists.

"Siege a city with large siege towers, and have siege towers carry soldiers to fight on the walls. If the walls are really as impregnable as you say. ”

While Ares was meditating, Varian, Ronin, and Jean had already discussed the final siege tactics. Ares, on the other hand, had just finished meditating. Unlike a warrior, a paladin must devote most of his time to meditation in order to gain enlightenment and power from the Light. When the prayer was finished, a ray of light poured into his body, filling Ares's body like a warm current, and the cold was swept away at this moment.

Once the plan was finalized, the Coalition stepped up the production of siege weapons. Due to the large number of Dwarven Mechanics in the Legion, the Alliance was able to build large siege engines very quickly. So much so that on the day of completion, the siege weapons on the tribal side had just been completed.

Ares was personally involved in the entire construction process, and together with Varian, Jean, Ronin, and Khadgar, he designed and routinely inspected the siege weapons.

On the seventh day, the alliance siege towers that rose from the ground stood one after another outside the icecrown fortress, it was like an armored beast, the tower was so magnificent that even the people of the tribe could not believe their eyes. They spent a whole month building the war machine. And the alliance actually built these advanced war machines in just one week under the condition of being weakened.

"Tomorrow the city will be attacked at dawn."

Inside the tent in the camp, Ares spoke calmly with a kettle.

Next to him sat Gianna and Liadrin, and next to him, Jean and Whiteman, then Varian, Ronin, and the others. The silence before dawn was full of excitement and at the same time unusually calm. After so much bloodshed, today, they finally stood outside the Icecrown Fortress.

"I'm going to check the siege weapons ......"

Jean couldn't resist such a dreary atmosphere, and finally got up and left the tent on his own. The thick fur on the wolf king's body is enough to withstand the cold wind and snow of the night. The bitter cold of Northrend could keep him awake in this sleepless night.

Valera sat across from Ares, poking the ice cubes in the pot. In this extremely cold place, there is almost no liquid water, and the only way to obtain it is to heat it and melt it. Her delicate face was covered with a hint of long, yellowish hair, and for a moment, Ares seemed to see her former lover. Their days in Lakeside Town......

Now, things are not people.

Now, whether it's Gianna or Valeera, their only target is Arthas, the Lich King. They are here, not in search of old love, but for revenge. The devastated Quel'Thalas, the scarred Blood Elves. The unswerving, unstoppable Lordaeron humans, the tribe that pursues glory. An alliance that fights for its own survival......

They gathered here to spend the long night together. Outside the tall castle of the Icecrown Fortress, two armies with distinct banners and opposing camps stood apart. They were once mortal enemies, and today, they will fight together. In order to survive...... It's as simple as that......