When Descartes saw the Snow Mountain for the first time, everyone present was amazed at its grandeur. The endless mountain peaks, the wind and snow continue to overflow the ridge like the roar of giants, and the roar of the empty valley is like the roar of the undead, which makes people awe the spirit of the snow-capped mountain.

"How long will we have to walk in this snowy mountain to reach the southern foot of the mountain?"

When he set out from Dicas City a month ago, Abdul-Jabbar had asked Lord Robert for a local guide, and at this time, Abdul-Jabbar was consulting the human guide about the Snow Mountain Trail.

"Depending on the weather, it may take another month. ”

The guide is a native of Dicas, a mountain hunter, and has a lot of experience in this snow-capped mountain, but this year's heavy snow seems to be particularly violent, although it has not yet reached the point of a blizzard, but it has also made it difficult for this team. You know, in a team of more than 1,000 people, as long as one person can't walk, everyone has to stop and wait for him, or carry him on the road, which is very slow, but Abdul-Jabbar will not allow a wounded person to be left behind.

"Chief, a human has come to us with a group of refugees. ”

Just when everyone was worried about the long road ahead, the ranger came with information from behind. Hearing this news, Abdul-Jabbar couldn't help but feel a nervous heart, could it be that the city of Dikas was in trouble?

"It's me, Axalivan. ”

I only heard a faint voice in the cold wind, although the voice was very weak, but Jabbar could hear it, it was the voice of the female mage of Dicas, and the bad premonition before also became a reality. Decass must have fallen, or Essalivan wouldn't have traveled far and wide to chase after her.

"Quick, go help them. ”

Jabbar roared, and the snowfall warriors behind him collectively moved towards the back of the road, trying to lift the human refugees. The saddest moment in the world, but also the most precious moment, is nothing more than this, two races that were originally incompatible, in order to survive, in order to resist the darkness of this world, came together, humans and orcs, in this snow-capped mountains covered by wind and snow, in the same boat, encourage each other, this is what Abdul-Jabbar wants to see, but unfortunately it came at an inopportune time.

"Jabbar ......"

"Bloodroar's pursuers have captured Dicas?"

Asalie wanted to speak, but was directly interrupted by Abdul-Jabbar, indeed, with Jabbar's head, such an outcome is not difficult to guess. But even though he knew that there would be such a day when he left Dicas, the orc uncle still felt very guilty in his heart, after all, Dicas was burned by the blood-roaring orcs because of himself.

"Yes, my uncle led the warriors in a bloody battle at the head of the city, and his life and death were uncertain, and he told me to flee first with the women and children. ”

Essalivan said, her expression was very painful, as if the scene of the day of the fall of Dikas was still in front of her eyes, but the female mage did not hate Jabbar because of this, if it was not for Jabbar, those werewolves would have captured Dikass, and the consequences would be the same. In this war-torn era, it is difficult for a small and weak country like Decass to survive in the cracks.

"I'm sorry, Axalivan. ”

Jabbar wanted to comfort something, but he didn't know where to start for a while. The roar of the Descartes Mountains continued, and the snow buried the road ahead, planting the seeds of revenge in everyone's hearts.

......

Teletham, the imperial capital of the South.

"Brothers, comrades-in-arms, today we are gathered here, to fight for a common faith, to fight for a common homeland, we are the last hope of humanity, we are the pride of the kingdom, from today onwards we will be the nightmare of those tyrannical orcs, we will fight to protect our homeland, for Teletham!"

Returning to the fertile Stancourt Plains in the south, unlike the harsh climate of the snow-capped mountains, the sun is shining in the southern imperial capital of Telleth, and a new group of warriors are standing in Triumph Square to be inspected by the Alliance Commander Rowan. After Rowan finished his speech, the scene immediately erupted in cheers like a tide.

100,000 allied troops officially joined the Tyletham Legion, some of them were newly recruited human retired veterans from the vicinity of Telleth, some were rangers who volunteered to join, from nobles to beggars, as long as they had the heart to serve the country and defend their homeland, they all took up arms and joined the legion.

Among them, there are more Night Elf reinforcements from the dark forest in the west, at the pledge meeting, this group of elves is particularly eye-catching, although they are not numerous, but people have not seen this race for a long time, they are almost an isolated race, born with the ability to be invisible at night, gorgeous armor, elegant figures, dark blue skin makes them even more mysterious.

However, the most surprising thing for Rowan was the dwarves, the southern dwarven brute hammer tribe announced that they had joined the Telletham Alliance, and showed their ancient iron shield phalanx, 10,000 southern dwarf warriors formed a dense iron party formation, strong battle shields, and iron thorn spears more than two meters long, Rowan believed that in the next battle, these dwarves could withstand the frantic attack of the orcs very well.

The air force is supported by the Vidor Elves, whose Dragonhawk and Hippogriff will be the only air force in the Teletum Alliance.

"Azara, now that all the armies are basically in place, it's up to you to be a mage team. ”

After reviewing all the regular troops, Rowan and the archmage, who is also his old friend, walked to the inner room, obviously, Rowan knew that the key to winning this war was the mage team, Tellotham had not had a good mage for a long time, except for Azhara, but this light guard was already a gray-haired old man, five hundred years, replaced by an ordinary wizard, it was already fragile enough to break him with one finger, but the light guard was an example. Many people even suspect that Azhara is an elf, but in fact it is not, elves do not get sick, and Eshara occasionally ......

"Mage, it's been a long time since I've been in the war, and there are only three hundred wizards in the Teletum Academy of Magic now, plus professors, assistants, riding trainers, and librarians, there are only three hundred and thirty-two people in total, and the mana of these wizards is not enough, and their participation in the war does not make much of a real difference. ”

Faced with Rowan's high-hopeful eyes, Aishara gave a completely different answer.

"Then you can train them, just like the army I trained. ”

Azhara's answer was a blow to Rowan in the head, but the regent remained unrelenting, hoping that the archmage would change his attitude and inject the most powerful legal power into the allies.

"That's different, Rowan, my old friend. ”

The archmage's tone became stronger and stronger, but he showed a little helplessness.

"What's the difference?"

The Lord Regent continued to ask, his armor suggesting that he was a warrior and not a guardian of the light. The difference in the angle of standing also made the conversation slowly become the focus of contention.

"Rowan, you must know that training a mage is not as simple as training a knight, a knight only needs to exercise his physical fitness every day, train his riding skills and combat skills. But when training mages, the closer the magicians get to the magical energy, the more they will lose themselves, at first, you may be able to control their progress, but when some highly conscious wizards enter the void realm, no matter how powerful the magicians are, they can't control their learning progress, these high-IQ, high-consciousness magicians are often controlled by their own greed in meditation, and intake the magical energy in the air without moderation, making themselves stronger and stronger, until one day they become dark wizards. That's why I've always been afraid to let them study in the real magical mecca. If their willpower is not strong enough, they will lose themselves one day. Reduced to a servant of darkness. ”

Essara's expression was pained and helpless when she said these words, Rowan could guess that the Archmage of Light must have also witnessed the fall of the original group of human wizards, for hundreds of years, no one had the right to enter the Emerald Glade, thinking about it, this is probably the reason.