Fadil Bay in the morning, the horses are boiling. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The sandy beach, which is not wide, is full of busy human soldiers; They are dressed in different attires and represent very different regions from which they come.

These human soldiers from the Elwyn Forest, the Wild West, the Hillsbrad Hills, Stratholme, and the Arathi Highlands are gathered here today as they are about to launch a final assault on the orc base camp across the Narrow Sea.

Almost all the soldiers knew that the war they had fought for years was about to be won; Although they were in different moods—the soldiers of Lordaeron were excited that they could keep the orcs out of their homeland, the soldiers of Stormwind were excited that they were able to embark on their journey home, and the soldiers of Riptide were honored that they were about to take on the task of the main attack.

"It's a real spectacle, and maybe it won't happen again for decades." Arthas stood between a group of human nobles and high-ranking military generals, and sighed in a low voice.

Arthas knew that such a scene was truly unprecedented in the original flow of time; The alliance that defeated the orcs was the last action of the Human Alliance; After that, the Alliance split again, with Fort Riptide and Gilneth withdrawing from the Alliance, Stormwind busy rebuilding, Dalaran frequently destroyed, and Lordaeron ...... Reduced to ruins under himself and Frost Sorrow's hands.

"Honestly, Prince Arthas, I'd rather never see such a scene again." Anduin Lothar was heavily armed, his golden marshal's plate armor glistening in the sun, and the blue ribbon on his chest was a symbol of his bravery and glory.

"Why, Teacher Lothar? Don't you think this scene is magnificent? Wryon was a little confused, he liked the scene of the army gathering now, just being in it made his blood boil.

"Remember, Wrynn, that for a monarch, the stability of the people is far more precious than his personal name of valor. I'd rather never put down my sword forever, if that could bring peace to the continent. Anduin Lothar said.

"It's getting late, Arthas, can you let her start?" King Terenus looked at the rising sun and said to his son.

"I see, father." Arthas nodded, greeted Frost Sorrow, and walked towards the beach in Fadil Bay. Countless eyes are fixed on this pair of figures of different heights, waiting for a miracle to appear—what a powerful force to be able to freeze the currents! It is a lucky thing to be able to see such a powerful spell in his lifetime, whether it is a soldier from a civilian background or a general from a noble family.

Arthas had slept peacefully in the arms of Frost Sorrow last night, only to wake up to find that all the preparations had been made.

Ricks' legion with Riptide has arrived at Fort Riptide and has rested for a while; The Orc High Chief has been escorted back to Riptide Castle, but no one has the time to interrogate it, just keep it in a dark dungeon, and keep it under strict guard.

The griffon messenger to Dalaran returned to Riptide Castle and reported to King Solas about the mages; Archmage Antonidas discovered the portal from Dalaran to Dunhold Castle that Kel'thugad had built privately, shortening the distance from Dalaran to the Arathi Heights by almost half; A large number of Battlemages are gathering and will soon be able to support the frontal battlefield here.

The griffon messenger who had gone to meet the dwarven king Magni Copperbeard had also returned, bringing back letters from King Magni Copperbeard to the Coalition and his brother Muradin. The dwarven king had left Ironforge with his army and was hurrying towards the Gulf of Palatine; King Magni Copperbeard promised to wipe out all the orcs he encountered along the way, saying that he would never let the orc army flee south; At the same time, he asked the humans and the High Elves on this side to act as soon as possible and strangle the remnants of the orcs in the wetland.

All the information points in the positive direction of the Alliance, and the top leaders of the Alliance in Fort Riptide are also particularly excited. Just after this morning, Arthas was awakened by the cry of frost sorrow; After a sweet and troublesome morning intimacy with the usual frost sorrow in the ravine of his chest, Arthas took the sleepy-eyed Red Dragon Queen and King Terenus and others to the bay of Fadil with Ricks' army.

Arthas came to the seashore, and a foul smell came to his face; Last night, tens of thousands of orcs were roasted by the Red Dragon Queen, although the Knights of the Silver Hand and the Iron Horse Brotherhood were stationed here to prevent counterattacks from the orc base camp on the other side of the narrow sea, but these warriors who fought fiercely all night did not have the experience to clean up the corpses of these orcs.

Although the corpses of these orcs had not decomposed in just one day, the foul stench was inevitable.

Arthas waved his hand in front of his nose to dispel the stench a little, and then said to Frost's sorrow, "Frost, get to work!" ”

"Hmm...... Master, what do you want Xiaoshuang to do? Frost Sorrow lifted up her cuffs with gusto, revealing her white lotus arms.

"Just like that time, in Quel'Thalas...... Xiaoshuang, if you freeze this sea area, it would be nice to be able to reach the continent opposite. Arthas gestured with his hand as he lowered his voice - he didn't want the High Elves to hear what he and Frostmourn had done to their sanctuary in the original stream of time.

"Good master!" Frostmourn kicked her little white boots and ran to the beach to crouch down, plunging one of her fingers into the water, not disgusted by the fact that it had been stained into a muddy pool of orc corpses.

"Click, click", a small sound sounded from the beach, and a crystal blue ice chain, from the frost sorrow crystal white fingertips, gradually spread to the narrow sea.

"Oh!" A cry of surprise rang out from the ranks of the human soldiers, and even if they were standing far away, they could clearly see the frosty path that rushed to the depths of the narrow sea like white practice.

"It's done!" Frost Clapped Her Hands Sadly, then stood up from the beach and ran to her master, smiling like a flower asking for a reward.

Holding the tender little hand of Frost Sorrow, Arthas returned to his father's side with countless surprised eyes, and said to Anduin Lothar, who had long been unable to hold back his expectations: "Sir Lothar, the path of frost has been formed. Next, you can gradually spread the hay and sand you have prepared in advance on the ice road, and you can go straight to the opposite side of the Narrow Sea. ”