The air around the archmage seemed to be frozen, and a powerful glacial force was descending on the battlefield.

The elven rangers of Winlessa and Quel'Thalas felt the chill to the bone, but they dutifully stayed by the archmage's side. Let the cold wind tear at their hair and cloaks.

On the battlefield, the fiery scene continued, the alliance soldiers and the tribal warriors fought bloodily, and no one noticed that on the edge of the battlefield where they were fighting, the lake was changing. At the rear of the battlefield, the Blood Knights of Liadlin and the cavalry of the Scarlet Crusaders were already on standby, and in front of them was the endless Winter Embrace Lake.

As the mages of Ronin and Dalaran cast spells in unison, the surface of the Winterhug Lake began to freeze. The force of the ice swept across the lake like a cold wave, and the ice continued to thicken beneath the lake. The sound of ice cubes squeezing and converging on each other echoed in the air. It's like a giant beast grinding its fangs. And this giant beast is Donghug Lake!

Eventually, the light went out, the ring of ice that had been circling Ronin faded, and the vast expanse of Donghug Lake near the Alliance and Horde completely froze into a huge piece of ice.

"Onward! For the glory of the Blood Knights! ”

Riding on her horse, Liadline shouted, and then two thousand knights of the Blood Knights began to gallop on the frozen lake.

"March!"

Immediately following the charge of the Blood Knights was the Scarlet Crusaders led by Bridget. They've been ostracized since joining Ares' Northern Expedition, and this is a great time to show their strength.

Two forces scrambled across the lake. Ronin and many of the wizards of Dalaran were so tired that they squatted on the ground, gasping for air. They are mages, not lich kings, and Arthas can freeze the sea with a handful of frost sorrows, however, they are only mortals......

"Aren't we going to attack?"

The battlefield ahead has long been flesh and blood, but at the other end away from the battlefield, it is so calm. The death knight Rasuvios walked up to the High Lord Darien and asked.

The wind ruffled Darian's pale hair, and he stared into the distance, pondering, and then turned to Instructor Rasousvios

Speaking of –

"No, we're not going to attack. This is a feud between the Alliance and the Horde, and the Knights of the Black Blade should not be part of it. You know, there are many orc knights among us, and this is not our battlefield. ”

After Darien finished speaking, Rasousvios nodded silently. He knew that the Knights of the Black Blade had joined the Northern Expedition led by Ares. But unlike Ares's position, they can't declare which side they are absolutely on, and as Darion himself said, there are many orcs and trolls among them. These death knights, you can't let them wield their swords and stab their former companions.

……

The picture turns, the front line.

The Blood Knights led by Liadline and the Scarlet Crusaders led by Bridget fought from the flanks and from the rear at the height of the fighting.

The Light soothes these elven children who have gone astray. Now, they have raised their weapons like a silver moon, but they represent the justice of the Light, judging their enemies.

Like the Silver Hand Knights led by Ares, the Blood Knights rushed directly from the backfield to the horde army with bravery and fearlessness. Almost at the same time, another force also attacked the Horde Legion from the flank. Like two sharp knives, stabbing at the back of the Horde Legion. Many of the tribal infantry had to face the dilemma of being attacked on their backs. The orc infantry in the back row was almost bulldozed directly by the blood knights, and the heavily armored warhorses stepped on the bloody corpses and continued to advance, this time, the Holy Light had no mercy. It turned into a sharp weapon to help the Blood Elf Knight cut down powerful enemies.

The Horde's only mobile unit, the wolf cavalry, was entangled by the Lordaeron Knights and could not get out, and even if they did, they could not take care of the battlefield several kilometers away. Embracing the lake in winter, no one thought that it would freeze in the summer. The battle mages of Ronin and Dalaran sacrificed the effects of their spells to create a circuitous passage for the Alliance's armies. This is undoubtedly powerless for the Horde Legion that is entangled with the large forces of the Alliance. Hellroar put all the maneuvering forces on the other side away from the lake.

……

"The Coalition is attacking our flank!"

Nazgreen roared on a wolf, roaring at the Tribal Commander Hell.

"Take me!"

Hell roared, then drew his tomahawk and commanded Nazgreen.

However, as soon as the words fell, the alliance's counterattack intensified. The perfect backrush of the Blood Knights and the Scarlet Crusaders gave the Alliance hope of victory. Stormwind King Varian Wryon personally led the Seventh Legion in a deadly counterattack.

Under the combined sword and shield of the Alliance infantry, the tribal soldiers fell like straws. Like a tiger, Varian personally fought into the enemy's ranks, and Sarameni was full of strength and unusually light. It's as graceful as a sword dancer and as powerful as an orc. The Elder Elven Sword is a perfect killing weapon in Varian's hands.

He slashed through the armor of an orc infantryman with a single sword, slashing upwards before the opponent drew his battle axe to shoot back, and Sarameni sliced through the orc armor with a roar, slicing the orc warrior's chest open, and a thick stream of blood sprayed Varian in the face. However, this human warrior, as fierce as the Horde, did not stop attacking. He jumped on top of a troll's head, and as the other struggled, a sword slit the troll warrior's throat. He skillfully blocked the blade of another orc infantryman, and the blade deflected, passing under the opponent's armpit, and almost severing the opponent's arm with a single sword.

The orc screamed, and Varian was expressionless, holding his sword in both hands, aiming it at the orc's mouth, and stabbing it with a sword. Sarameni screamed, a sword piercing the orc warrior's head. Blood and water surged, and the fight continued.

Hellroar prepares to flank the flanks, only to find that the Alliance has been slaughtered under the leadership of their commander. Immediately, he clenched the blood roar in his hand.

Staring at the human warrior, Hell roared and roared and rushed towards with his axe. Everything around him seemed to turn into an insignificant shadow, and all he had in his eyes was the human warrior, a burly man with a deep scar on his face, whose name Hellroar knew - Varian. Ureon. At the same time, he has an even better name among the tribe - Lagash. Ghost wolf.

"It's time to meet you."

Garrosh. Hell roared and roared. Bloodroar is hungry and thirsty, bloodthirsty again, fighting again, just like his father, slaying humanity. The more powerful the opponent, the more it can stimulate the bloodiness and potential of the orcs. They were born warriors, born to fight.

Finally, Hellroar rushed in front of Varian with a bloody roar.

Varian only saw the Tribal General charge at the last second, just after stabbing a troll warrior to death. However, this does not affect Varian's speed and strength. He grew up in Lordaeron Palace, has been through too many trials of life and death, escaped death in the Orc Arena, and is the best warrior in Stormwind and the entire human world. Facing the direction of Hell's Roar, Varian swung his sword.

Bloodroar and Sarameni slammed together in the air, erupting in a crisp metallic striking......