"Hold on!"

The Crusader Proving Ground, the orc warriors shouted.

"Are you sure this beast will target the Scourge undead, not us?"

Garrosh, who was demoted to the rank of sergeant major. Hellroar stood at the edge of the field and said to Itreig.

"I can't guarantee 100%, Garrosh, except that when the chains are unchained, he has a much higher chance of rushing towards the Scourge than he is of ours.

Itreg replied as he looked at the ferocious Northrend beast.

Garrosh nodded incredulously. He had heard that on the ancient planet of Draenor, their ancestors had hunted Goron to build tall altars and buildings for themselves. And the giant beast covered in white hair in front of him was as large as Delaenor's Golon. Just as devastating. It's a good idea to use it as a counterweight to the Scourge Legion. But only if the beast is obedient......

"You know, the Scourge are not the natives of Northrend, they have enslaved many creatures on this continent in order to expand themselves. Among them were the beast's kind. The beast was lying dying in its burrow when we found it. He was shot by the undead archer, and venom seeped into it. It was we who healed it. The Coalition named it 'Ice Roar'. ”

Seeing the skeptical look of Hell's Roar, Itreig continued.

"Then let the Alliance drive this guy, why should we come?"

Hell Roar said dissatisfied.

"Because the tribe is stronger than them in controlling the beast. Garrosh, now is not the time to count the gains and losses of the camp, we are left with 20,000 men. In this fortress there is a last resistance. At this time, past grievances should be put aside. ”

"I know what you're thinking, but now, in order to get the best results, sometimes you have to worry about the small gains and losses."

Itrieg said calmly. His voice was hoarse, and as a veteran of several wars, his faith was still there, but his body and strength were much less than before. Hellroar honored him, honored him, even more than Sal.

"They're coming!"

As Itreag and Hellroar were talking, the wolf cavalry and the coalition cavalry rushed in from outside the fortress at the same time. And brought exactly the same news - a large army of the Scourge Legion has arrived.

All the outposts along the way were destroyed, and the Scourge Corps poured along the valley towards the Crusader Proving Grounds.

As Ares said, the Scourge will eventually find this place. The people who stand here are heroes, and they should all be recorded in history forever. However, whether the Scourge found this place on its own, or whether someone deliberately led the Scourge here, no one knows.

"The final battle has begun, and hell has roared. We will die here. ”

Said the veteran Itrig.

A few hours later, in the valley where the Crusader Trial Ground was located, an army of the undead gradually poured in. The sky was dark. The muddy roar of the undead reverberated in the wind and snow.

When an army of hundreds of thousands of undead surrounded the Silver Northern Expeditionary Legion, which consisted of only 20,000 men. A tragic aura spread through the crowd.

Alliance veterans polish their swords and shields for the last battle of their lives. Hopeless fighting, for the sake of people far away from home. There are their relatives and lovers there.

The paladin knelt on the ground and said his final prayer. Priests walked through the walls and blessed the defenders. The light filled the warriors' weapons and armor. Although this can only last for a short time.

On the other side, the orcs, led by Itregu, Lexa, and Hellroar, are also ready to fight to the end.

"Hour of glory, hell roars. If your father were here, he would be like us, holding the banner high and facing strong enemies. I know you won't let him down. ”

Itreg walked up the rampart and roared at the Hell that stood above the gates.

The wind and snow blew in his face, and the beard and brow of the old orc turned completely white.

"We may have a chance to wait until Thrall moves in to rescue the troops."

Lexa whispered from the side.

"Don't count on it. That's impossible. There were not enough reserves in Northrend, and there were not many irregular troops in Orgrimmar, and it would take at least four months to get from Kalimdor to Northrend, and then from Northrend. This is weather permitting. ”

Itreg said calmly.

Immediately afterward, the Scourge began a full-scale siege of the city. A large number of undead swooped down on the fortress of the Silver Crusade like an ant colony.

Arrows rained down and the war machine roared and roared like a torrential rain.

The blood soon stained the stone walls red, and in the trap belt that surrounded the walls, there were even more dense corpses. Massive Scourge soldiers marched on the rotting corpses, like hungry beasts, rushing for fresh food.

"Inject the beast with potions!"

In the midst of the bitter battle, Itreig gave orders to the warriors behind him.

The orc warrior used a catapult to shoot the needle barrel at the giant beast in the cage through the iron cage.

The ice roar then let out a deafening roar. Its eyes turned bloodthirsty red, and the frenzied blood rushed through it, and it slammed into the cage, the massive iron cage that had been reinforced several times began to deform in the impact of the ice roar. The iron bar, the thickness of an orc's thigh, twisted into a concave shape.

The crowd outside the cage has dispersed. Waiting for the moment when this beast will explode completely.

"Open the door!"

Finally, in a terrifying roar, the cage of the ice roar was completely torn open. The moment the beast burst out of its cage, Itreig ordered the gates to be opened.

The smell of the undead's decay entered the city, stimulating the sensitive olfactory nerves of the Ice Behemoth.

Under the effect of the drug, the ice roared and rushed out. The gates were almost breached by it. In a terrifying tremble, the ice roar struck into the tide of the undead. A large number of undead soldiers were knocked into the air and crushed. Their tiny bodies looked so fragile at the moment. Countless stumps and severed arms flew in the air, like a bloody killing feast.

In the midst of a roar, a terrifying cold wave erupted from the mouth of the giant beast, like an avalanche that slanted down, instantly freezing the Scourge soldiers in front of them.

The Scourge's skeleton archers fired dozens of arrows at the rampaging beast. And the ice roar after the injury was even more violent. It remembered the slaughter of its own companions by the Scourge of the Dead. In an instant, the blood of the storm surged through his body, and the ice roar ran wildly, crushing the undead soldiers in his path. It grabbed a scourge infantry with its bare hands, and squeezed it hard, and blood and rotten flesh suddenly flowed down from the palm of the giant beast's hand......