There's an old saying that it's better to come early than to be lucky.

The timing of the drunken wind was just right - thanks to the tireless efforts of the Eddie Nirub diggers, he finally bypassed the front of the trap-strewn passage and descended into the heart of the icy dungeon.

It's not easy!

You know, this Ice Dungeon is more than just a fortress!

Although all the walls of the Ice Dungeon are made of frozen earth, they are specially treated after all.

In Zuifeng's opinion, this dungeon mixed with Saron evil iron in the wall is simply poisonous, literally poisonous.

After the overall structure of the Saron Iron is destroyed, it will evaporate in small amounts, disturbing the human mind, and the Raoshi Eldraine-Nirub people are very good at fighting this erosion, and they have encountered a lot of trouble in the tunneling.

For this reason, Drunken Wind had to remain in the Ring of Peace at all times, protecting the poor Eldraine Nirub diggers.

And this feeling of maintaining a ring of peace for a long time...... It's really uncomfortable - even if the mind is still calm, the mind and body are a little unbearable.

But although this is very hard, Zuifeng is already very satisfied with the result, after all, happiness is all contrasted.

Think of the frontal assault - they are still stuck at the front of the passage, and the undead have now sent out necromancers, and at every turn they are a move to "raise the ice wall", and simply block the entire passage......

(That's right, the Scourge has adopted the rogue ice wall tactic of blocking the passage, and anyway, it is easy to make ice in Northrend, but the hard ice created is still difficult to break.) ）

But now it seems that the hard work is really worth it!

Who would have thought that just after drilling out of the tunnel, drunken wind would be able to see an ally turn against him!

And Arthas and Saratas were also dumbfounded in an instant, Drunken Wind's hand Ming Xiu Plank Road secretly crossed Chen Cang was too unexpected, the two of them thought that they could solve each other's problems first and were considering Drunken Wind, but they didn't expect that Drunken Wind appeared directly at this most critical time!

Behind the drunken wind, Arthas meets another acquaintance – or rather, a former relative.

The elder sister of Arthas, Princess Kalia Minahir of Lordaeron.

Behind Kalia are Old Fordin, Atud and Delañoche.

All the people are together!

Drunken Wind and the Forsaken Royal Guard, Team Kukaron, the Silver Hand, and the leaders of the Eldraine Nirub Avengers have all arrived.

Everyone really didn't expect that the decisive battle would be staged here.

……………………

On the other side, Arthas and Saratas, who had just looked like enemies, quickly reconciled.

Although Salatas and Arthas still have a lot of contradictions, after the drunken wind appeared, the two immediately stood together tacitly.

Then, as Professor Ptrihid hurriedly turned around and pressed a button on his experimental table, a piercing alarm instantly resounded throughout the Ice Dungeon!

It was at this moment that Dranos was the first to rush over.

The two-handed axe commonly used by orcs, the iconic furious charge, Draranosh has only Arthas in his eyes, only the Lich King!

Drunken Wind grinned and rushed out after him.

Old Fordin, Atud and Kalia clearly didn't understand what Drunken Wind meant......

However, in the next moment, everyone understood.

Draranos's charge was menacing—but in Arthas's opinion, it was a bit of a lack of time.

If Arthas had been the prince of Lordaeron, perhaps this powerful attack could have caused some trouble.

But now Arthas is the Lich King, and it's interesting that he just fought Garrosh, who was blessed by Salatas, and he feels hot and knows more about orcs!

The slash of the two-handed axe was swept away by Frostmourn, and the frost plague struck Dranosh immediately, stiffening his movements.

Although he broke through this stiffness in an instant, for Arthas, a split second was enough to tell the winner.

Frostmourn brushed the handle of the axe and slashed at Dranosh's hands.

Seeing that these hands were about to be saved, a wind sword suddenly appeared, blocking the sorrow of frost, and even more so for the frost plague.

"Pandaren ......"

Alsace drew his sword and stood.

Drunken Wind did not respond immediately, but first covered Dranosh to leave, although this orc is also very reckless, but at least it is not brain-dead, in this case did not choose to die by force, but took the initiative to retreat.

Can't beat it – not even on one level at all.

After Old Ferding had protected Dranos, Drunken Wind looked at Arthas.

"This time, you have nowhere to escape."

"Escape? I'm certainly not going to run away. Arthas's voice did not waver, "The spirits of the dead have awakened, Frost Grief longs for the harvest, and now it is you who should flee - unfortunately your stupidity has caught you in the net." ”

Before Arthas could finish speaking, a large number of undead arrived at the scene.

At the same time, Saratas' army of the Faceless Ones appeared—after seeing the configuration of the Drunken Wind Five, both Arthas and Saratas made it clear that they wanted more to win!

The five people had expected this, and according to the battle plan discussed in advance, everyone had chosen their opponents.

Drunken Wind and Alsace.

Kalia vs. Saratas.

Old Fording and Dranoche were in charge of cleaning up the trash fish.

As for Atud, he had already gone underground for the first time, and his target was his former king, Anubarak.

The battle has finally begun.

This is the second relatively official meeting between Drunken Wind and Alsace.

Last time the drunken wind won - but in this case there is little reference value.

On the one hand, it is because it is the home of Alsace, and on the other hand, it is because Alsace is now completely one with Frost Sorrow.

In the past, Arthas cared about the invincibility of his horses, but now Alsace only cares about the sorrow of frost.

Drunken Wind also thought about borrowing Azeroth's power, but due to the presence of Saron Evil Iron and Saratath, Azeroth's will was severely suppressed, and forcibly using it was half the effort.

In that case, let's just have a hard time!

Drunken Wind leaned slightly, the Shuangfeng Sword was held in his hand, and his eyes were firmly fixed on Arthas.

Arthas, on the other hand, was motionless in the sorrow of the frost.

The battle of the others had already begun, but Drunken Wind and Arthas were completely unmoved—and there were no eyes around to disturb them, so the two of them were like statues, wary of each other.

I don't know how long it took, but Drunken Wind finally stopped waiting.

Cyan lightning wrapped around the wind sword, carrying a gust of wind, and the drunken wind bullied him.