Many soldiers of the Alliance and the Horde climbed the vast snowfield, and there was no other color as far as the eye could see. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 The Info battleship was parked on the frozen sea, and the fighters camped on the spot.

"Send out scouts, scout the situation, find Arthas's hiding place, and take him down in one fell swoop!" Fording commanded.

Everyone was commanded, and he walked alone towards a raised high ground in the ice field, and stood on it and looked up.

The extreme cold weather in Northrend was terrible for the human soldiers, everyone's hands were red from the cold, and their swords and weapons were almost unstable.

The tents had been set up, and the soldiers rushed into the tents, although there was no stove, but they were isolated from the cold wind outside, and it was relatively warm.

When the scout returned in the afternoon, half of his body was about to freeze, and the war horse under his seat could no longer take a step.

"Did you find anything?" Ferding asked, looking at the scout who had walked into the tent and handing over a cup of hot water.

The scout held the hot water in his hand, soaking up the heat as hard as he could, until his face was no longer numb, his lips were a little bloody, and his whole body was no longer trembling, and the scout put the glass down.

"My lord, I ran out for nearly a hundred miles this time, and at the end of this area, there is a huge city gate." "And Alsace must be on the glacier to the north, I've looked around, and there's no other way to get to the glacier except this gate." ”

"The gate? So we're close to Alsace's lair? Furding looked at Andy in surprise and delight.

"There should still be some distance, but Alsace has expanded outward and built the gate here." Andy thought for a moment and said, "There's definitely going to be some way to get through the gate." ”

"In any case, you have to go through this gate before you can see Artace." "Now," said Fordin, "without further ado, I will take my troops to-morrow to attack this gate." ”

"No!" Bolval stood up and said, "You are now the commander-in-chief of the entire army, you can't be on the front line in person, if you want to go, let me go." ”

"This ......" Fording hesitated, Bolvar was the Grand Duke of Stormwind, and if something happened, it wouldn't be good.

"Bolval is right, and with me with him, nothing should happen." Andy saw Ferdin's hesitation and hurriedly said, "Besides, Alsace is far away on the glacier, and he will definitely not appear in the battle of the gate." ”

"That'...... All right. Ferding nodded and said, "You can choose that person, and I will camp fifty miles behind you, so that we can take care of each other." ”

Andy nodded and said, "I'll go to Sal to explain the situation, he shouldn't miss tomorrow's battle." ”

"What you said is true?" In Thrall's tribal camp, Sal's hearty laughter suddenly erupted, "That's great, now that you've found that bastard's nest, let's beat him up!" Sarufar, tomorrow you lead the team and cooperate with the alliance. ”

Sarufar nodded yes, followed Sal to see Andy away, and went back to prepare his men. By the time Andy returned to his camp, Berval had already gathered the soldiers he was going to bring with him for a final review.

Cold-winded nights in Northrend are usually the hardest times for people to endure, but the Confederate and Horde camps are silent except for the crackling of campfires on the ground and the snoring of tents.

At dawn, Bowal walked out of his tent dressed and slept all night wrapped in a quilt to recuperate himself to his best.

"Blow the trumpet, pull it out!" Berval commanded one of the guards. Suddenly, the whistle of Stormwind's horn resounded over the camp, waking every warrior who was about to go on an expedition from their dreams, and then put on their clothes as fast as they could, and gathered in front of Bolvar with their weapons.

Burnard saw that all his chosen troops had been assembled, and gave the order to set off. Andy got on his horse, glanced at Lyra with a resentful face, said hello, and took the lead out of the camp.

Andy and Berval walked side by side, they looked at each other, a smile appeared in each other's eyes, the two did not speak, but both knew what was going on in the other's mind.

Soon after the departure of the Alliance troops, Sarufar rushed out of the camp with the Horde's wolf cavalry, following in the footsteps of the Alliance forces and approaching the gate built by Arthas.

As the day dawned, Bolval's troops had approached the gate, stopped thirty meters outside the gate, and formed out.

Bolval glanced at Andy and walked to the dark gate. Andy followed closely behind, looking at this gate and couldn't help but sigh, Arthas really put a lot of effort into his defense, such a tall gate, without heavy siege weapons, I am afraid it will not be able to break through.

Bolvar walked up the steps in front of the gate and stood straight there, Andy and Sarufar standing behind him. Berval looked at the door, he didn't know if Arthas was here, maybe he couldn't hear it, but he had to say these words: "Arthas, I don't know if you can hear it or not, but the blood of your father and the blood of the people of Lordaeron need to be repaid with your blood!" ”

After Boval finished shouting, he stared at all the movement of the gate, but there was only the sound of wind around him, and there was no movement at all in the black gate.

"Arthas, you coward, coward!" Bolvar continued to shout, this time not disappointing, and after a few minutes, the black door creaked open slowly, and the hinges on the door creaked.

"Who is it that has come to the Gate of Damnation!" After a ghoul escaped, Arthas, dressed in black iron armor and wearing a black iron helmet, stood in front of the door.

"Arthas, are you finally willing to come out and face the heinous crime you have committed?" Bolval took a few steps back and said, "Accept my judgment and atone for the sins of the people of the entire continent!" ”

"You're calling me a coward, a coward? And if you want to judge me, are you worthy? Arthas burst out laughing as if he had heard a joke.

"Don't talk nonsense with him, eat my axe first!" Sarufar was a completely fiery character, and after saying that, he burst forward with an axe.

"I can't help myself!" Arthas unhurriedly pulled out the Frost Sorrow and waved it at the rushing Sarufar, who was now one with Naozu, and could use the power of the magic sword even more.

Andy was too late to stop him, Sarufar was moving too fast, and Boval only spat out half a word, and Sarufar collided with Arthas's sword.

"Click!" With a crisp sound, the axe in Sarufar's hand flew upward, the axe and the handle immediately separated, and he himself fell backwards sharply, and a line of blood appeared on his neck.

"Humph!" Arthas tapped the tip of Frostmourn's sword at Sarufar's forehead, and a gray soul screamed and was sucked into the magic sword.

"Arthas, your hands are already covered in blood, and today I will ...... you anyway" Before Bolvar could finish speaking, there was a thud behind him.

Andy looked back, glass jars were thrown from the cliffs on either side, and an undead was looking at it with his hands behind his back.

"Arthas, do you think we've really forgotten, we've really been forgotten? No! The crimes you have committed against us will be remembered for the rest of our lives! "Today, I'm going to show you the power of the Forsaken!" With a wave of his hand, the warriors began throwing glass jars into the crowd below.

The undead on the cliff watched the relationships being shattered one by one, and the dark green liquid inside flowed out, and couldn't help laughing: "Die, Scourge Legion, die, all the living!" ”

Berval and Andy suddenly felt a suffocation, and the green liquid vaporized as soon as it touched the air, burrowing into everyone's noses.

Anyone who inhaled the green gas began to rot all over their skin, and in a short time most of them had already collapsed.

Andy couldn't hold it back, he couldn't understand why Sylvanas was attacking them together, she hated Arthas alone!

Arthas coughed hard, looked at the undead on the cliff and muttered, "Let's ...... Ahem, we'll see! ”

With that, Arthas walked back to the gate, but caught a glimpse of Andy lying on the ground, and reached out and grabbed Andy into the gate.

Bolval leaned weakly against a big rock, he lost his first battle, he didn't do anything, not to Arthas, but to the Forsaken!

There were a few red clouds floating towards him. Bolval smiled self-deprecatingly, he was already hallucinating, where was the red cloud in Northrend?

He couldn't support it any longer, and his eyes slowly closed with an unwilling look, and he leaned under the stone.