On the fourth night of leaving the mainland, the wind and snow suddenly intensified. The wind was howling so hard that it was hard to open one's eyes. Goose feathers of snow covered the ships layer after layer, covering them with a layer of snow-white silver frost.

The anomaly quickly caught the attention of the Union soldiers on the night watch. Under the mage's inspection, it was found that the blizzards seemed to be just natural phenomena.

But Bowal didn't think so.

"The Lich King knows we're coming."

Archduke Berval-Vortagen, who pondered the battle plan until late at night, put on a thick woollen cloak. The cloak was covered with a thermostatic spell that allowed him to walk up to the deck wearing only one shirt.

"Strengthen your vigilance, change the soldiers on duty at night from two shifts to three shifts, and always be careful of the attacks of the undead!"

"Yes!"

Boval's orders were quickly conveyed to every ship through the mage, including Brian Copperbeard, which was designed to carry adventurers.

Brian Copperbeard's ship is not owned by the Confederacy, but is the property of the Explorers Guild. Except for two teams of twelve Alliance soldiers, most of the others on board were team adventurers.

No matter how powerful the mighty are, there are times when they are tired, and the number of undead disasters is endless. Even casual adventurers who feel that their strength is good, at this time, they will form their own groups or join other people's teams, otherwise Brian Copperbeard will not let him get on the ship.

As a veteran of the Explorers' Guild, he didn't want to see ignorant adventurers fall under the tactics of the undead and the horde of people, or even face their fellow citizens with swords when they die.

As a member of the ship, Brian Copperbeard did not refuse to keep vigil in his own right, but took shifts like ordinary adventurers.

He was joined by Wang Dali, Little Naughty, Matt, Erica, Doctor Doom and his newfound five-member adventurer, Aberia, the thief lady who taught Erica, and Isaiah Longbottom, the paladin who taught Matt.

This Longbottom Paladin has a square face, and his face is weather-beaten when he is almost fifty years old. With thick arms and thick calluses in his palms, he is a standard positive figure at first glance. Although his reputation is not well-known among the Knights of the Silver Hand, it is no problem to teach Matt to get started.

There is no entertainment in the world of Azeroth at night, and most people go to bed at ten o'clock. The vigil begins at nine p.m., changes every three hours, and ends at six a.m. the next morning.

Tonight, Wang Dali's vigil was from three o'clock in the morning to six o'clock in the morning.

The wind and snow in the sky were getting heavier and heavier, and even the surrounding ships could only see a rough outline. Because the buttons of his clothes were not tightened, a cold wind blew in immediately, and Brian shivered, and hurriedly buttoned it up.

"It's so damn cold!"

In such temperatures, an ordinary soldier who picks up a weapon without gloves will get frostbite on his hands in less than a minute. Under this wind and snow, there is even a thin layer of ice on the deck, which is easy to slip.

"Dali, isn't it really cold for you to wear only one piece of clothing in this kind of weather?"

Glancing at the thick coat on his body, he was wearing like a big pumpkin at this time, Brian looked at Wang Dali enviously and said. In this kind of weather, even opening his mouth will make the saliva in his mouth freeze, and the other party is actually wearing only a pair of trousers and a short sleeve.

"I have a special physique, and I am not afraid of cold and heat."

Glancing at Brian, who was inconvenient to walk, Wang Dali smiled, took off the pendant around his neck and handed it to him.

"Put it on and try it."

"What's that?"

Brian took the pendant handed by Wang Dali, looked at it twice, and hung it around his neck. In his eyes as a veteran explorer, it should be a magic item, but he didn't know what it did.

Soon, however, after wearing the pendant, a warm current flowed out of it and quickly spread throughout Brian's body. His cold body felt like he was soaking in a hot spring, causing Brian to let out a sigh of extreme coolness.

"Oh, this thing is an artifact right now!"

As he spoke, he took off his thick coat and stuffed it into his own space package.

Vigils are a very boring thing to do, especially in such a terrible snowstorm. However, the little naughty took this opportunity to simply pull Wang Dali to build a snowman on the deck together.

Brian was also intrigued. He relied on the magic pendant given by Wang Dali, and stood motionless directly on the deck. The frenzied wind and snow soon covered him with a layer of hoarfrost, and little by little, the ice and snow covered the whimsical dwarf.

Three hours later, the vigil ended, and most of the fleet woke up from their sleep and walked to the deck to breathe. The surrounding Alliance leaders soon saw a lifelike ice sculpture of Brian-Bronze's beard standing on the deck.

However, they soon noticed that something was wrong, and each one of them had a strange look on their faces, and shook their heads back to their posts.

At this time, Brian didn't know which talent tree he lit, so he just stood and fell asleep in the ice.

……

In this kind of blizzard, the worst thing is not the soldiers who are fully armed and patrolling back and forth on the boat, but the lookouts who need to crouch on the watchtower to observe the surroundings.

Slightly better than the soldiers, because of the weather, the lookouts were allowed to light a small brazier on the watchtower, otherwise it would not take long to freeze.

Curtis is one such hapless lookout. He cursed the damned Lich King as he put a jug of water on top of his little brazier, intending to heat it up for a while, and eat breakfast with the black bread that was already hard in his arms to be used as a stick.

He looked up and saw that something was visible in the blizzard. Somewhat strangely, he picked up the single-hole telescope next to him and placed it on his right eye.

"Is it a bird? No, it is impossible for a bird to fly in such weather. Is that...... It's a gargoyle! ”

Curtis was shocked, put down the telescope in his hand and quickly turned on the magic props beside him.

"Enemy Attack !!"

Boom! Knock knock knock!

The one-time magic item that was activated made a loud noise, and it quickly spread throughout the ship. The well-trained soldiers on board reacted quickly, picked up their weapons and rushed to the deck.

Above the sky, a group of gargoyles soon appeared in their sight.

Looking at what the gargoyles were clutching at their feet, the Ranger General, the High Elf Winlessa, was furious.

"It's a plague barrel!"

She bent her bow and placed three arrows at once. After a swift aim, the Ranger General let go of his hand, and three arrows slashed across the sky like meteors, hitting his target and shattering the three gargoyles in midair.

"Ranged Attack! Target gargoyles, don't let them drop those plague barrels onto the coalition ships! ”