"Ares, I'm afraid we won't be able to wait for the legions of Stormwind. Varian and his fleet landed at the port of Kultiras, and the currents prevented them from moving further north. ”

A month later, ominous news came from the far south. Varian's fleet encountered strong currents around the port of Minashir and was forced to sail with them towards Kurtiras. Khadgar brought the news that for the Alliance Expeditionary Force that set foot in Northrend, the absence of Stormwind's legion was equivalent to the loss of a shield and a barrier. Quel'Thalas's Ranger is a sharp arrow, Dalaran's mage is a fist, but the expeditionary force lacks a heavy force. The task of resisting the line fell to the Knights of Ares......

"I guessed the worst......"

After listening to Khadgar's account, Ares lay back in his office chair and let out a long sigh. He has long been prepared for this, the expedition of the legion is a major event, in the territory of the kingdom, it is easy to feed a legion, and once the expedition is made, the supply line becomes a problem. Therefore, the legions in reality basically have big things to do as soon as they go out on the march. The less time the legion spends away from home, the better, so that it will consume less of the country's financial and material resources.

"So what are you going to do? And to attack Fort Utgard? ”

Khadgar asked, sitting on the table, staring at Ares. He was nowhere near as old as he looked, so he sometimes didn't behave like a real old man......

"Ready to fly."

Glancing at the gray landscape outside the window, Ares continued—

"The Viku of the Shadowblade Clan have prepared a lot of food and siege equipment for us, and they treat me as a redeemer, and I must do my talk, otherwise no one will believe me in the future. Before I knew it, my personal credibility had actually been linked to the Knights. So I can't break my word. ”

"Well, now that you've decided, I'll support you, Ares."

After listening, Khadgar sighed softly.

"But don't be pessimistic, the fleet of Ironforge is here."

Ares got up and put his arm on the old mage's shoulder.

"The legions of Ironforge?"

Judging by Khadgar's expression, Ares knew he wasn't clear about the news. After all, most of the news of the expeditionary force reached Ares first.

"But the currents ......"

"Not all armies have to go by sea to get to the front."

Ares smiled—

"Magni airlifted three thousand hoplites, using the giant airships of Ironforge. These ships are among the best ships available, armed with heavy artillery and heavy plate armor. Ordinary javelins and bows could not penetrate these ships at Ironforge. With them, the high walls of Fort Utgard will no longer be a problem. ”

As he spoke, Ares turned his head to look out the window, and the snow in Northrend was almost stopping......

……

The gloomy Northland sky, the dusk sun shuttling through the black clouds, and the castle of Utgard peeks out of the tip of the iceberg from the cliffs in the distance. A week later, at Winterveil, at dawn, 30,000 allied troops from Lordaeron and Quel'Thalas were ready to storm the massive fortress of the Vikus.

The sky was filled with dwarven airships and griffins, and the mechanized fleet from Ironforge and the Hammer Knights from Eagle's Nest Mountain were once again gathered together to fight side by side.

On the ground, the Blood Elves of Quel'Salas wore bright red suits, and they were the first warriors to make it to the continent of Northrend. Like the Lordaerons, revenge was their sole purpose in landing on this cold continent.

Under the orders of the chief engineer, dwarven siege tanks roared out from inside the huge airship. With the sound of tens of thousands of soldiers marching side by side, the scene was magnificent and spectacular.

For a long time, he hadn't experienced such a huge scene again, and for a while, Ares couldn't help but feel excited again. The last time he commanded an army was four years ago at the Battle of Lordaeron. At that time, millions of undead were besieging the city. Lordaeron defended the capital with less than 100,000 troops. And now, 30,000 Alliance troops, under their own command, are advancing towards the dark hinterland. Utgard Castle, a castle shrouded in darkness and death, will usher in its own Last Judgment.

"The tracks of steel roll forward!"

In the tank, the dwarven pilot shouted excitedly. Hundreds of siege tanks approached Fort Utgard, the giant's fortress in the twilight light.

Coupled with the advance of tens of thousands of infantry, the dust and fog raised by the legion obscured the sky.

"Are you sure you can take this castle?"

Standing at the back of the battlefield, Sylvanas asked with a little anxiety. Although she knew that her husband had been preparing for this battle for three months, plus the preliminary planning and brewing work, the attack on Utgard Castle had been preparing for nearly half a year.

"Eighty percent."

Ares replied calmly.

"The key to the offensive lies in the Air Force. The Archaeopteryx will find us and destroy our siege weapons and soldiers. Successfully defeated the ancestor dragoons of the Dragon Raider Clan, and the battle was more than half successful. Otherwise, don't look at our numbers, once there is no air force support, these warriors on the ground will only become the dinner of the Ancestral Dragon. ”

As he spoke, the first wave of attacks ahead had begun. The dwarven tanks have come into the sight of the Viku, as well as the weapons of the castle of Utgard.

The bell tower above the castle rings.

Ares' eyes were fixed on the top of the towering castle, and he saw a few small black dots gradually appear in his sight.

"Ancestral Dragon ......"

Dressed in heavy armor, Ares whispered.

On the ground, the dwarven siege tanks and the fortified weapons of Fort Utgard have begun to fight each other. In the air, the proud army of the Ancestral Dragons poured out. With a terrifying whistling, it crossed the sky over the coalition forces. Fight head-on with the first griffin knights.

Before the ground battlefield, the air battlefield began a round of confrontation in advance.

Vorstad led two hundred griffin knights to soar towards the Ancestral Dragon Legion of Utgard Castle. It's like the scene when the Griffin Knights fought the Red Dragon Legion during the Orc War. In the air, the two cavalry units confronted each other head-on, and the captain of the Ancestral Dragoon was the first to roar, taking advantage of the Ancestral Dragon's large size and long range of flames, and sprayed the first wave of flames at the griffin knights of the Brute Hammer Dwarves.

Tongues of fire fell like meteors, and with deadly heat, flew towards the griffon knights of the Hammer Dwarves.

However, in the first wave of Fire Breath, most Griffon Knights dodged it well. The flames grazed the griffon's body, leaving a long black flue. The Grand Lord Vorstad led the griffon knights to charge at a faster speed towards the Dragon Raider Clan's Ancestral Dragoons.

In the air, it was the screeching of griffins.

On the ground, there is a mountain of coalition troops. The defenders of Utgard Castle never dreamed that a weak race would take the initiative to attack the stronghold of the Viku people in the extremely cold season.