"This is it?"

On the snow-capped mountaintops, the wind whistled Sylvanas' black cloak. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Sindagoza's massive figure hovered in the air, the frost dragon swept by, and the valley was densely packed with scourge soldiers moving tirelessly like black ants.

"Yes, this is it! A prison built by the Titans themselves—"

"Ulduar—!"

In front of the two of them, there is a magnificent complex of buildings. The palaces, all made of huge stones, are scattered, some of them seem to be embedded in the high mountain cliffs, and some of them stand on the top of the majestic mountain. Even the tall Karl, in front of the towering palace, looks like a tiny ant.

"But- how did they get there?"

For the Scourge soldiers who were driven by Karl to use as cannon fodder, this mountain with no top of the eye was an obstacle they could not overcome, even if they did not have physical exertion.

Karl put his arm around Sylvanas and kissed him violently:

"Baby, you seem to have forgotten my signature stunt?!"

"You mean—"

Sylvanas' golden eyes lit up under the hood.

Karl laughed and flew off with Sylvanas in his arms.

"Carl, you've come just in time."

Lost, Lothar saw Carl as soon as he landed, so he approached.

Returning from the realm of the dead, the world of the living has become strange to the people of Lothar. Varian pleaded with his father and Azeroth's mentor, but Ryan and Lothar refused without hesitation. Whether out of pride or out of deep love for the kingdom, the old kings and marshals who became death knights were unwilling to break the rare tranquility of the kingdom or even the entire alliance.

"The mountain range is so high that the route of the scouts requires climbing up the ridge, although ...... Won't get tired, but I don't think you like to give the enemy too much time to prepare. ”

"Don't worry, Sir."

Karl nodded. The reason for the direct penetration of Ulduar was to avoid giving Ulduar the opportunity to gather the troops scattered in Northrend. Although the men behind Ulduar had already sensed something when the army began to move, they could not directly order Ulduar's guardians to act immediately.

The Elder Gods love to play with intrigue and scheming, and the righteous guardians are induced by them to fall, but it is precisely because of this that they cannot make these fallen guardians carry out their orders without hesitation in the same way that they enslave ordinary people.

In the words of the earth: dog meat can't be feasted!

"What do you think is the fastest way to get to the top of that mountain?"

Karl pointed to the magnificent palace looming in the mist.

Lothar's blue eyes rolled, "We don't fly like you." ”

"Well, when I didn't say it."

Karl spread his hands and shrugged.

"I'll open a passage to the top of the mountain, so that the undead soldiers can rush directly to our target. They don't need to think about physical strength at all, do they? ”

"How do you get through? We don't have enough mages to ......."

Lothar stopped asking. He suddenly remembered that the guy in front of him was much more powerful than the archmage in some ways.

Without answering Lothar, Cal flew into the air under the puzzled gazes of several other heroes.

Heat rays burst out, like two lasers that will never run out, starting from the foot of the mountain.

There was no dust and no explosions. Only the sound of melting snow and rock echoed in the valley.

Half an hour later, Lothar and Ryan stood still like ice sculptures. In front of them was a huge passage several meters in diameter, the whole passage was circular, and below it was a wide staircase that could not be seen as far as the eye could see, and wisps of smoke were still slowly drifting.

"This ...... Is this human? ”

Durotan was exiled by the Black Hand shortly after entering Azeroth, and the Frostwolf Chief had no knowledge of Karl's prowess other than witnessing his strength after his resurrection.

In fact, after his return, Carl's strength has exceeded everyone's imagination, and even Lothar doesn't know how strong Carl's strength is now.

Kargas's carrion-covered hands slowly caressed his chest, and the bones were reassembled after resurrection, the horrible wound was gone, but he would never forget the moment he was torn apart by the guy.

"If it weren't for him, maybe we wouldn't have failed."

The black hand carried the war hammer on his shoulders and said with a lonely expression.

"Hah! Brag unblushingly! ”

Solas pulled up the troll slayer that had slashed to the ground and looked at the three orc chiefs with disdain in his eyes.

"There is no savage power, and there is no wise mind. Your fate was predestined from the moment you came into this world! ”

"Do you want to fight?"

The black hand held the hammer in his hand, and the blue in his eyes danced like flames.

"Just what I want! You unruly beasts, damn you!! ”

"Boom!"

The Troll Slayer and the Black Hand's hammer clashed together, sending a flurry of sparks.

One is a chieftain slain from a brutal wild tribe, and the other is a king who took the lead in his youth and has spent his life fighting trolls. Tolcara and the Troll Slayer's fame have made Solas famous among trolls.

Solas is the quintessential racist, and there are almost no captives in Riptide Castle's fight with the trolls, especially when Solas is leading his troops himself.

The Black Hand was not a qualified chieftain, but that did not prevent him from being loyal and loving to the tribe. I don't have a good feeling for the humans who thought they should be enslaved and ruled by the orcs, but instead beat the orcs to almost extinction.

The Troll Slayer's razor-sharp axe blade slashed at the Black Hand's neck, and the Black Hand bowed forward without hesitation, his tall body like a tank, slamming into Solas's arms.

Solas is not a fledgling hairy boy, an old king who can survive decades of battle, and may be the most powerful of the human kingdom.

The ribs were punched hard by the black hand, and the click of broken ribs was clearly audible. Thanks to the painless body of the Death Knight, Solas's hand in the battle axe flexed, his elbow slamming into the back of the black hand's head like a hammer.

Even if death weighs down, the head is still a very deadly place. The black hand was stunned by the elbow blow, and Solas took the opportunity to get rid of it, and the Troll Slayer slashed at him.

The instinct to fight has been integrated into the soul of the orcs. The Black Hand Warhammer is from the bottom to the top, and the last to come first.

"Bell!"

A crisp, deafening crash resounded through the valley, and snow fell from the branches.

Solas could barely hold the tomahawk in his hand, and if he still felt it, he would feel his hands tingling.

The two are like father-killers who haven't seen each other for many years, and the fight is getting more and more crazy.

Suddenly, an irresistible will popped into their minds.

The two of them, wrestling with each other's weapons, stopped as if they had been struck by a spell. glanced at the other party hatefully, and then reluctantly retreated.

Lothar shook her head expressionlessly, and slammed the big sword in her hand:

"Attack!"

The Black Hand and Soras rushed to the front at about the same time.

Realizing that the other party was thinking the same as himself, they glared at each other, turned their heads and rushed frantically towards the passage.