In the Icecrown region, a race to the death is underway.

The ground armies of the Alliance and the Horde had now turned around and were desperately heading towards the Imiheim region in the center of the region.

Everyone knows that the Scourge army is also marching there, and if they take the lead, then their precious air force survivors will all be gone.

How expensive it is to train a qualified air force soldier, of course you don't know if you don't have a home, so those precious hearts must not die here.

However, the rescue armies of the Alliance and the Horde are moving more and more slowly, and they are blocked by various elite undead forces along the way, from flesh giants to plague maggots.

It seems that the Lich King is really gnashing his teeth at the Air Force, and he wants to keep them all here, and then regenerate as the frozen warriors of the Scourge Legion.

The situation is extremely critical, if it continues like this, the ground support force will not be able to catch up at all, and by the time it grinds through so slowly, the survivors of the Air Force will have already become a member of the Scourge Legion.

In desperation, Grand Duke Boward and Sarufar Jr. had no choice but to choose to make a big move.

Ancient Invincible Skill: A golden exclamation mark on your head.

There is another wave of emergency publicity and marketing, and the news has been fully spread, as for the receiving group...

"What? Just rush over in advance to help hold the survivors' defenses, and the reward of 100 gold coins per person? No problem! Let's go now!"

So, a terrifying group officially entered and joined the rescue operation in this death race.

This motley army, which was a great headache for the Scourge Legion, was instantly reduced to pieces, like a locust swarm passing through, and penetrated towards the defense line of the survivors in the central part of the region.

Adventurers from all over the world are fearless, this group of heroes and heroes ride their own flying and running, various looks and forms of mounts, wearing colorful enchanted equipment, holding a thousand strange weapons, galloping horses, cutting wires with kitchen knives, sparks and lightning along the way, staging a big drama of riding alone into the enemy formation.

With the infinite power of the gold coins, it only took less than a day for a large number of adventurers to successfully reach the air survivor defense lines of both camps.

God knows how they managed to get there, who knows how they broke through and penetrated the Scourge defenses, don't ask about the adventurers, they just have this unique talent that is everywhere, as long as there is it on the map, then you can go here, don't say anything else, just make an offer.

Grand Duke Berval and little Sarufar were overjoyed, and all expenses were covered by the above anyway, so just make the most of these firefighters.

So there was a strange scene, the temporary camps of the Alliance and the Horde began to be transformed into permanent camp fortresses, and the temporary defense line began to be strengthened into a long-term defense line, with a posture of being prepared to stay at the crash site.

Heaven and earth can be seen, these old hooligans have now begun to build the city wall, what are they going to do? Ahhh

"Gather the stones, gather the wood!

"Imeheim City has cleared the undead Viku, and the priest of the Holy Light who graduated from the Cathedral of Stormwind will leave immediately, kill for a day!

"Attack the stitching field area, as long as the professionals of the remote department, hurry up, hurry up, Lord Ouhuang, who graduated from Sulama, personally lead the team and crush the speedrun!"

The survivor camps on both sides turned into a talent market in an instant, full of adventurers shouting job postings.

Soon after, the undead Viku in the city of Imitheim were surprised to find that their town was besieged instead.

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What's the situation???

The adventurers were self-defeating, taking the two airship crash sites of the Alliance and the Horde as two points, and constantly expanding outward, and finally directly connected the two defense lines together.

Then, they began a full-scale counterattack against Imitheim, which was surrounded by them, and groups of adventurers played wheel warfare, blooming on all sides, killing people and setting fires everywhere, and the city was on fire and smoke, so it was not miserable.

The victims of the undead Viku strongly condemn this group of inhuman adventurers, who kill wherever they go, and cut off their heads as proof of the completion of their mission, you evil demons, O Supreme Light, please shelter me... Ahem, I got the wrong script.

Then, halfway through the main forces on the ground where the Alliance and the Horde were on their way, they received an update from the survivor stronghold on their side.

Roughly speaking, it means: it's not used to support us, what should you do, we are here to defend on the spot, and we don't plan to evacuate, not only that, but we are also preparing to counterattack a wave, push away the city of Emeheim, and overturn the coming army of natural disasters, not surprised, not surprised, do you want to learn.

So the main forces of the two sides, which looked painful, changed the direction of the march again and continued to attack according to the original planned route.

With the help of a large number of adventurers, the survivors of both sides began to build military towns and walls on the spot, enclosing the land as kings, and switching offense and defense, and from time to time they would launch several waves of small-scale offensives, biting you here today, gnawing you there tomorrow, it is even more annoying than flies.

Next door, in the Dragonbone Wilderness area, chaos continues as well.

After a meeting of the Dragon's Guardian Dragons held at the Temple of Dragon's Sleep, a full-scale attack plan against the Spider Kingdom deep underground in the western region was officially approved.

The black dragon princess Onexia also attended the meeting in person, and her face was full of pride and satisfaction during the attendance.

His father, Deathwing, and his brother Nefarian have now all become illegal wild paths, and only he is the orthodox black dragon recognized by the Temple of Dragon Sleep.

With this name, in the recent past, a large number of neutral Black Dragons have come to join him and joined the orthodox princess faction.

"Onexia, the Temple of the Dragon's Sleep has given you black dragons one last chance to prove yourself, and don't let yourselves become the enemy of all dragons and the whole world again. ”

The Red Dragon Queen Alexstasa looked at Onexia and said calmly.

The Black Dragon Princess smiled slightly and nodded.

"Of course, the Black Dragon Legion of our princess faction has long ceased to go mad with Deathwing, and we are more than happy to recontribute our strength to the world of Azeroth... Oh, of course, all this is according to the will of my High God, Lord Salodar. ”

Hearing this, the bronze dragon king Nozdorm glanced at the black dragon princess with slanted eyes.

"Your attitude has really changed completely enough, Titan Father God is not here now, I think you are used to singing high-pitched, right?"

Well, the Black Dragon Princess is indeed used to singing high-pitched, and living in the nobility of Stormwind City for many years has long caused her to suffer from the stinky problems of many human nobles.

"Of course not, I'm just talking about the facts, we must conscientiously implement the supreme will of the Divine Lord Salrodar, closely unite around the Divine Lord, deepen the implementation of the guiding ideology of the Titan Divine Honor, and make one after another for the prosperity and development of the world of Azeroth... ”

"Shut up!"

A few days later, a large number of dragonmen legions drove out of the Temple of Dragon's Sleep and headed straight for the entrance of the Spider Kingdom to the west.

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