Varian's safe return has restored calm to Stormwind. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 The commoners didn't care what the king had done in the last few months, they only knew that the king who had led them to rebuild their homes and settle down had returned. The whole of Stormwind was filled with a sea of joy.

"I've decided to lead an expedition with Carl to Northrend and destroy the Lich King."

Varian's voice was majestic and unmistakable.

"Your Majesty, you just came back......"

"Needless to say, I am a Ureon, never afraid, never backing down. The Scourge of the Dead has not affected our territory, but the Lich King is the common enemy of all living beings, and I will not stand idly by. I'm just telling you my decision, not deliberating! ”

The nobles of Stormwind all looked at Berval, trying to convince the former king and the Archduke of Varian's trust. Boval's face was full of bitterness, if it weren't for Ureon's forgiveness for his bewilderment after being subjected to the Black Dragon Dragon, I'm afraid he would have been ashamed to return to his fiefdom and wait for his old age.

"Your Majesty is right, the threat of natural disasters will not disappear for a day if the Lich King does not die. I agree with His Majesty's decision, and at the same time, I ask Your Majesty to agree to let me lead my army into battle. ”

The nobles were dumbfounded.

"No, Grand Duke—I need you to stay in Stormwind and take care of all things in the kingdom." Varian's eyes gleamed coldly, and he stared at Bolval deadly, "I'm talking about everything!" You don't need to report to me, it's up to you to deal with it. Do you understand? ”

Bervar saw the fierceness and determination in Varian's eyes, and it seemed that he had had run out of his patience with the stupid guys in Stormwind. In that case, let yourself be the executioner......

Bowel took a long breath:

"Yes, Your Majesty!"

To the west of the Tirisfarda Glade, there is a huge harbor.

Vehicles transporting supplies are constantly flowing and crowds of people are surging. The army is a place that can handle personnel chaos well, and under the supervision of the Knights of the Silver Hand, no one dares to risk being executed to break military rules.

Originally, the plan was to lead a group of elite paladins and knights of Lordaeron straight to the Ice Throne, but the addition of the dwarves and the arrival of the Stormwind troops made the expeditionary force suddenly full.

To Karl's surprise, Kurtilas had sent an entire fleet to ask to join the expedition.

When Carl saw Drake, who had grown into a big man, he couldn't stop laughing. Covering the sea, the sky and the sun covered the sea, and as far as the eye could see, the flag of Kul Tiras.

Two days later, Kael'thas himself led a fleet to the port, along with the mage group representing Dalaran, commanded by Ronin, now an archmage, Karl's old friend.

A disintegrated alliance that unites Carl once again. At this point, Karl was not squeamish, and the original raid plan was overturned. Now it has completely surpassed the Lich King's Scourge in terms of troops. Aside from possible demons of hell and the Vikus, the only thing that cared Carl a little bit was the Frost Dragon. However, without Frost Sorrow, it may not be easy for the Lich King to resurrect the Ice Dragon.

Carl waved his hand. It's like going back to the game and turning the troops around with the mouse, and then going straight to Target A.

Northrend is at the northernmost point of the map, and the Alliance and Horde are located in the lower corners of Northrend. Karl, who is already fully mapped, certainly doesn't go to the place in the game to build a port.

Led by Karl's humanoid radar, the coalition forces landed directly in the southern part of the Dragonbone Wilderness. As for the port, under the power of Karl's perverted heat rays and irritability, a port with thousands of warships in the center was carved out. Let the soldiers of the alliance once again witness the prestige of the god of war.

The icy winds in the Northland are not something that ordinary people can bear, and although the soldiers are wrapped in thick cotton jackets at Karl's strong request, it is still difficult to resist the erosion of the biting cold wind.

The Ice Throne is located at the top of a mountain south of Icecrown, while the Alliance only needs to go all the way north and then go straight to Icecrown from the northwest corner of the Dragonbone Wilds.

The sky was covered with goose feather snow, and the thick snow on the ground made the march difficult. Strangely, however, until the troops marched to the Crystal Song Forest, a small valley surrounded by ice, they only encountered a few Scourges who were spying on the military situation.

"Maybe the Lich King has known that he can't stop us, and has already shrunk his forces to focus on defending his lair?"

Mograini quipped.

Carl nodded, he had already flown and scouted.

"Naozu is not willing to fail, and the entire Icecrown Glacier has gathered countless natural disaster armies. I think the old orcs are going to fight us to the death here. Let the soldiers rest well, and then fight the Scourge Legion and destroy them once and for all! ”

"Haha—my broadsword is already hungry!"

The pre-war conference was quickly dissolved. Everyone, whether ordinary soldiers or commanders, had full confidence in this war. Even if war is just around the corner, it seems easier than ever.

Carl wasn't worried about the Coalition's arrangements being known to the Lich King. In other words, Sedan Dasohan, who was possessed by the Dreadlord, was left behind, in order to let the Lich King know the strength of both sides. With Nai Ozu's timid and death-fearing character, he will definitely do everything he can to keep his lair. And that's exactly what Carl was looking forward to.

Two days later, the coalition forces officially marched towards Icecrown Glacier.

As Karl said, Naozu had shrunk all his forces to this land. The snow-white color of the snow had vanished, and they were covered with a rotting, disgusting, foul-smelling undead. Some of them are huge bears, some are Veku soldiers in tattered armor, and there are also stitching monsters made of rotten corpses, giant skeleton mammoths......

In front of the Scourge Legion, which was in sight, the Coalition soldiers finally put away their playful expressions, and the soldiers from Lordaeron had seen the horrors of the Scourge with their own eyes, and knew that the enemy was difficult to deal with.

The coalition forces and the Scourge stood across the river, and Carl, Mograini, and others were stationed at the front of the troops, waiting for the commander of the opposing side.

The Scourge soldiers parted on both sides, and a skeletal horse and a knight slowly stepped forward.

It's a human being!

Undoubtedly!

Karl looked at the Death Knight who had replaced Arthas as the commander of the Scourge Legion. The latter was shrouded in dark red armor, and even his face was obscured by the armor of his helmet.

Despite this, Carl still recognized him.

The Death Knight stood in front of the Legion, the blue soul fire emanating from his eyes leaping faintly.

Mograini trembled as he held the Ashbringer's hand......

The Scourge Commander reached out and gently pulled on his visor.

"Bell!"

The Ember Bringer fell to the ground, striking the stone with a crisp sound. Mograini's eyes widened in disbelief for what was in front of him.

"Woo...... Black...... Searle...... It's you?!!! (To be continued.) )