Azeroth Trail of Light

As early as the beginning of the Northern Expedition, Dick gave Mograine the accidentally obtained sea chart of Icecrown Glacier, thus giving birth to the beginning of the legendary "ice breaking" battle.

However, this adventurous action has always existed as a supplement to the frontal assault, until the end of the first Angaza war, when the high-level coalition forces realized that the success of the frontal assault to defeat the undead was so low that it was outrageous. Only then did the priority of breaking the ice be raised to the level of "ready at any time".

It is obviously impossible to carry out such a large-scale plan, especially when it involves most of the high-level armed forces in the entire civilized world. Before the attack actually starts, certain tactical cover-up and containment must be carried out.

The Lich King is not an idiot. The gargoyles flying in the sky of Northrend and the undead on the ground are all his eyeliner. In this case, if iconic characters like Old Fording or Mograine suddenly disappear After more than a day, the news would pass into Alsace's mind.

This is not the most troublesome thing. The most troublesome thing is that the strong defense of Icecrown Glacier determines that as long as Alsace is prepared in advance to prepare for the surprise attack, even if the number of masters summoned by the coalition is three times larger, it will be difficult. Break through this iron barrel-like dark kingdom.

This is like driving a nail into an eggshell. It requires not only precision and sophistication, but also a certain amount of luck. Once the decapitation plan loses its opportunity, those fighting forces who are sent into the Icecrown Glacier will definitely face serious challenges. The tragic prospect of being attacked by enemies, or even wiped out, is a loss that the entire civilized world, including Dick, cannot bear.

It means that Azeroth will lose a whole generation!

However, when the "action" secret order issued from the headquarters of the coalition forces was transmitted to a specific person, the secret troops distributed in three places quickly started to act.

The place where the Storm Cliffs and the Icecrown Glacier meet is a very high-altitude snow mountain. On the top of the snow mountain, the surface looks like a thick layer of snow, but under the snow, it is a mountain covered with ice. The bunker, a super-large bunker, this is also the hometown of the frost dwarves - Frost Castle.

But now, the people living in this place are no longer those frost-soil dwarves with ice-blue skin and who can manipulate giant eagles. Walking into it from the excellent hidden entrance of Frost Castle, there are five steps, one post, and ten steps. A sentinel of the dwarven guards, real dwarven warriors from Ironforge and Shadowforge.

Going further inside, you will find that this bunker-like city has completely turned into a large military camp. The dwarves held banquets here without any worries about the sound coming out. The sound insulation effect of the thick ice layer Very good, and the storm that is shrouded in the storm cliff all year round will also block the transmission of this sound.

But in the deepest hall of Frost Castle, Stormpike Marshal Fandral, Bronzebeard Prince Muradin, and Black Iron General Angfor, the three leaders are urgently studying a large map in front of them.

That is the map left by the ancestors of the frost dwarves. In the southwest of Frost Fortress, there is Echo Valley, an important military town of the Scourge. It is the gathering place of the undead closest to the Iron Wall Dam. Magic defense, but there is one thing that the Lich King definitely doesn't know. The frost dwarves left a secret road leading to the valley of echoes, as a preparation for the tribe to escape when necessary.

In fact, it cannot be blamed for the Lich King's slackness. The frost dwarves have lived in the storm cliffs for hundreds of thousands of years. At that time, Echo Valley and the entire Icecrown Glacier were still barren. In fact, it was developed under the eyes of the frost dwarves.

That secret passage has never been used, but right now, it will soon come in handy.

"After the fighting in Angatha is resumed, it's time for us to play!"

Muradin's thick fingers slid across the map, and finally tapped fiercely on the position of Echo Valley, "According to the estimates of those combat staff, we must at least persist for 24 hours under the siege of 100,000 undead! We must Do what we can to attract as much firepower as possible for the lads rushing into hell, so that their breakthrough will be smoother."

"Fu"

Marshal Fandral Stormpike, who was leaning against the fireplace, took down the pipe in his mouth, exhaled a mouthful of thick smoke, and said in a low voice, "Fortunately, it is a positional battle. If it is a field battlefield, facing 10W undead, I would rather join the assault Team! That's no different from sending you to your death.

Marshal Stormpike glanced at Muradin, and then the old god said,

"But speaking of positional warfare, breaking into Echo Valley is not a problem. The scouts reported that there were less than 20,000 undead there, at most one morning. But I am worried about the fortress. Without a strong fortress, it is difficult for us to block it." 10W charge of the undead."

The ferocious black iron dwarf Angefor also nodded, and said in a rough voice,

"The high-power black iron drilling machine we brought can destroy the mountain wall and block the entrance of Echo Valley when necessary, but we also need a place to rest. Once the war starts, it would be too reckless to rely solely on the soldiers' front gone."

"If Thaurissen is willing to lend me the Balrog's Hand, with the unparalleled fire power of that warhammer, we can completely create a sea of ​​flames, and it will not be a problem to counterattack the Frozen Throne of Alsace. so many things"

Fandral Stormpike couldn't help but slander, which immediately drew a counterattack from the grumpy Angfor. The black iron dwarf shouted with a beard and a stare,

"Shut up! It's a sacred object of our clan, how can I lend it to outsiders, that weapon is useless to anyone except His Majesty Thaurissan, and it's useless to lend it to you!"

"Okay, okay, stop arguing!"

Muradin stood up and stopped the two guys from arguing. He raised his finger and pointed to the northeast of the storm cliff.

"Dick promised to lend us an army of earthlings. With them, it only takes 2 hours to build a fortress that is big enough to accommodate all the soldiers, but this will be the limit of help he can give. Come on After so long, you also know how fierce the war between those earth spirits and the Iron Legion is, so the rest will depend on us."

"We must be like a magnet, firmly attracting the undead who are rushing over from the dark cathedral. If we fail, then we will be sinners!"

Hearing this, the angry Angfor became hesitant to speak again, and finally, under the questioning eyes of Muradin, Angfor whispered,

"Frankly speaking... I have some doubts about the success rate of this raid. The whole thing looks like a big gamble. The 100,000 soldiers on the front line of Angasa, plus us, the 110,000 most elite army in the world, Cover for a group of less than 300 people, and then rely on their own strength to cross the Icecrown Glacier, which is almost completely occupied by undead, and rush into the most terrifying fortress in the world. Before the pinned army returns, Get rid of the Dark Lord of the world... Tsk tsk tsk, it sounds like a plot in a third-rate knight novel."

Now, even Fandral put down the pipe in his hand and looked at Muradin. Obviously, this old and prudent marshal also felt that this matter was a bit too strange.

Muradin thought for a while, and felt that he should give his lieutenants a little confidence, so he lowered his voice and explained,

"When I first saw the paper plan for the raid, my reaction was the same as yours, thinking it was ridiculous, but until I saw the leaders of these teams... I will just name a few and you will know Their gold content... Mathias Shaw is one of the leaders of the assassins."

"Oh, Shaw!"

Fandral nodded, "The leader of SI7, a very capable master assassin, I've heard of him, what else?"

"Hey, there is also our best hunter in Ironforge, Nesingwary Hemet and his son. Old Hemet is one of the leaders of the hunters. It is said that the other leader of the hunters is Lei from the orc side. Keza!"

"! That old lunatic who almost killed a blue dragon?"

Fandral was so startled that his pipe fell to the ground, and Angfor also seemed to have seen a ghost. It seemed that old Hemet's "great achievements" had spread throughout the dwarf kingdom.

"Also, I heard that Khadgar will personally command the mages to launch a surprise attack... Khadgar, you have seen that young mage, Fandral, on the battlefield of the Burning Plains, he is also a hero now La."

Muradin put his pipe to his mouth, and looked at Angfor again, "I heard that there is also a warlock in the Black Iron Bar in your Darkforge City... In short, these people can't do it together. Things, the 11W army will never be able to do it, this is almost a force that can subvert a country."

The dwarf prince tapped his fingers on the table,

"This is the sharpest dagger that we, the entire civilized world, can piece together. When it shines, it's time to meet the Alsace bayonet. What we have to do is to be the master of this sword. scabbard!"

"Fandral, go and urge the gnomes to check the artillery and ammunition!"

"Angefor, go and make sure the black iron drilling machine is working!"

"Tomorrow! Tomorrow, we're going to surprise Alsace and turn this damn place upside down!"

After Muradin's order, the dwarves of Frost Castle immediately put down everything at hand and began to prepare for the upcoming war. In the distant Howling Bay, the easternmost place of the Northrend continent, a protracted war The war has finally come to an end.

The top of Utgarde, the glorious capital city of the Vrykul people in ancient times, the layers of giant marble washed over the years formed this towering building, as brilliant as a sharp sword, but at this time , the surrounding area of ​​this castle has been shrouded in shouts of killing and fierce battlefield.

After a month-long onslaught, the Mirmervrykul from another continent, under the leadership of their warrior Gavincent Scovald, finally completely destroyed the last village of the stubborn Dragon Slayer Clan .

Right now, the imposing Demonmite vrykul are attacking the last position of the Plundering Dragon Clan, Utgarde Castle located in the center of Howling Bay. It was completely declared over.

Gavincent, who has put on his armor again, looks like a real beast on the battlefield. His armor is full of sharp pointed cones, and the overall color is black copper, matching the full-scale cold battle Helmet, wielding two dragon-slaying axes, he is like an unstoppable butcher.

Standing in front of his eyes, whether it was the Progenitor Dragon of the Dragon Clan or the elite warriors who rebelled against the Vrykul, were all cut into three pieces or more by the frenzied slash of those two axes. Anger was like flames, burning on Gavincent's body. With his battle roar, his trampling, and his charge, no one could stop this completely enraged beast.

Not even a thick city wall!

"boom"

Gavincent slammed into the dragon-plundering royal warrior who was standing in front of him holding the weapon. The guy who was as tall as him, like a tattered rag doll, lost his last breath in mid-air.

But the Vrykul warrior didn't stop charging. Like a black battle axe, he slammed into the mahogany gate nearly 10 meters high in front of him. It was the only road leading to the interior of Utgarde Castle. door.

"boom"

The first impact caused the door to shake violently, but it did not break open. Gavincent grinned a bloodthirsty smile under his helmet full of spikes, stepped back a few steps, and launched the attack again. shock.

This time, wherever he charged, the ground on the ground split open one after another, and at the end of the charge, when Gavincent turned his body sideways and hit the city gate with his shoulder for the second time, the mahogany gate sounded loud. There was an overwhelmed clicking sound, and then it split from the strongest center, and finally a human-shaped hollow appeared.

"Ymiron, you coward, here I come! Come face me! Come face your punishment!"

"Odin's warriors! Follow me into this dark fortress and purify them!"

"charge!"