What happened? ”

King Terenus had only just reacted - he hadn't even seen the shadow except for the loud, thunderous sound of breaking through the air. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Muradin, they succeeded?"

Prince Danas asked, somewhat uncertain - he didn't look back, he didn't notice the Frost Sorrow who had done all this.

"No, it's Xiaoshuang."

Arthas said, shaking his head.

"Frost Lady?"

Prince Danas was surprised, and he looked around, and saw that the girl in the blue dress was running back to Arthas from behind.

"Master!"

Frost's sorrow came to Arthas with joy, waiting for his "reward".

"Well done."

Arthas smiled and reached out to touch the top of Frostmourn's head—a reminder of six years ago—when Frostmourn was always trying to show himself intimacy with her.

Arthas suddenly regretted that in recent years, he had paid too much attention to communicating with Frost Sorrow "on the bed/on the bed" - in fact, it was this small intimacy that Frost Sorrow brought him the greatest comfort.

(Phew, you're just a man in clothes, undressed and on the bed, who knows if you're a man or a dog in heat - I feel sorry for my frost!) ）

……

At the front of the formation, Restak, a dwarf craftsman technician who was still tinkering with his cannon, was lying on the barrel like a dog, holding the cannon with both hands, his neck leaning forward, and looking in amazement at the gate of the Wall of Greymane, which had just been destroyed in front of him.

"It's poured! Poured! ”

Restak suddenly screamed.

"Shut up, I'm not blind!"

Muradin's Copperbeard and his dwarven warriors stood not far away, frowning at the fussy gnomes.

"But our second shot hasn't been fired yet!"

Restak found it difficult to accept, as if his things had been robbed - in the eyes of these dwarf artisans, even if the battle was raging on the battlefield, when they had a new idea, everyone had to stop and wait for them.

Muradin Copperbeard, of course, didn't think so, and he ignored the screaming gnomes, instead turning around and began to gather his warriors.

"Forward, warriors, go help our allies!"

Muradin Copperbeard took his two terrible weapons off his back, swung them twice, and then led the charge towards the Wall of Greymane.

The two little short legs looked ridiculous when they ran, but no one dared to take the appearance of thousands of dwarven warriors charging together as a joke.

Even with a complete formation, the inexperienced soldiers of the Kingdom of Gilneth could not stop a wave of dwarven warriors led by the King of the Hill, Muradin Copperbeard, not to mention that they were already in chaos now, and the exposed gate was completely undefended.

"Charge! Charge! ”

Not only Muradine Copperbeard, but Ricks, Kanter, and Marcus and Windsor from Stormwind are also commanding their warriors to rush forward - this war is a human civil war in nature, and they can't let the dwarves be predominant.

……

"Retreat, Your Majesty."

More than a dozen officers from the Kingdom of Gilneth surrounded Jean Greymane under a tower on the inner level of the Greyman's Wall, and spoke in unison.

"Fart! If you can't hold it here, where can you go if you retreat? Don't stop me, if you have this leisure, hurry up and gather our army! ”

Jean Greymane felt that it was not time for despair - he still had tens of thousands of loyal soldiers on the walls, and although they were a little frightened by the inexplicable collapse of the gates and the murderous invisible ice, these soldiers only needed the encouragement of a commander to get back into battle.

"But Your Majesty ......"

An officer from the Kingdom of Gilneth tried to dissuade the stubborn Jean Greyman, but was interrupted by a commotion.

Jean Greymane and his men all looked towards the city gates, which had crashed to the ground, and through the dust, they could see the dwarven warriors wearing horned helmets, heavy plate armor, and wielding huge two-handed weapons.

"Retreat, Your Majesty! If...... If you are ...... by these dwarves"

A Gilneth Kingdom/officer exhorted him - whether it was Lordaeron, Riptide Castle or Stormwind, if they fell into their hands, they still lost to their compatriots, but if they were bumped into by the dwarves......

The kingdom of Gilneth was not involved in the war with the orcs, who were not familiar with the dwarves; In the imagination of these Gilneth kingdoms/officers, these small, hot-tempered, strong, stocky aliens are no more likable than orcs.

This is also the case with Jean Greymane, who, though he claims to be cunning and resourceful, is in fact a monarch who has never been in battle and grew up in a royal palace.

Born with a flaw in his character, Jean Greymane lost the courage to stay here, and he persuaded himself not to be captured by the dwarves, and fled deeper into his kingdom, surrounded by a large number of officers and guards who had not yet escaped.

The Gilneth soldiers on the Wall of Greymane did not know that their monarch and most of the superior officers had slipped away, they only knew that there was no one to urge them to resist.

The soldiers of Fort Riptide and Stormwind climbed the walls by tall pine ladders and took their place at the top of the city; They waved their weapons in their hands, so that the soldiers of the Kingdom of Gilneth who were not resolute could only shout in the air.

When the gates of the Wall of Greymane were shattered by Frostmourn with a meteor-like spear, the fragile will to fight of the Gilneth Kingdom soldiers was also shattered.

The dwarven warriors and the royal guards of Lordaeron continued to pour into the walls of Greymane through the open gates, yet they found that they had little to do with the weapons in their hands.

Two-handed swords and spears are now less useful than a string of ropes, because ...... With the light above, they have a whole city of captives to tie up!

……

When King Terenus and his allies rode their tall horses into the Wall of Greymane in a victorious manner, the battle within the walls was already over.

Groups of Gilneth Kingdom soldiers were forced to stand against the wall, surrender their weapons under the scrutiny of the royal guards of Lordaeron and the militia of Fort Ripriver, and then tie them together with ropes and escort them out of the Wall of Greymane.

"That's it? I haven't gotten a chance yet! ”

Standing in the hole in the gate of the Wall of Greymane, Varian Ureon crouched down, rummaged through the fragments of the gate panel beneath his feet, and said to Arthas with some reluctance.

"What's the use of you telling me......"

Arthas also squatted down, looked at the torn iron-clad wood chips, and said with a wry smile1.

"Honestly...... Where did she come from? ”

Varian Ureon turned his head to glance at Frostmourn, then leaned closer to Arthas and asked in a whisper.

"Why don't you ask her yourself!"

Arthas stood up and muttered - even Varian Ureon didn't want to reveal his biggest secret to the other - that experience in another stream was a memory that Arthas didn't want to mention.

"Forget it......"

Varian Wryon shook his head—he had never been very good at dealing with women, especially a powerful master like Frostmourn.

"Master, what are you talking about?"

Frost Sorrow walked over and took Arthas's hand, asking curiously.

"We're talking about Xiaoshuang, you're amazing!"

Arthas pinched Frost's sad face, and he didn't blush at all when he lied.

"Hee-hee!"

Frost smiled contentedly - she thought she was pretty good, too.

"Gianna, are you alright? Why doesn't your face look good? ”

Not far away, Aurelia found Gianna, looked at the other party's somewhat weak appearance, and hurriedly asked with concern.

"I'm fine...... It is the elimination of mana