Azeroth Trail of Light

If there are any indigenous creatures in Northrend, then the most representative ones should be the Vrykul who are widely distributed in every area.

In ancient times, in the era before Ymiron's era, they were almost the rulers of this continent, but with the passage of time, even their belief, Odin, has disappeared. The kingdom of the vrykul was thus torn apart.

However, this does not affect the survival and reproduction of these powerful creatures in every area.

Even in the Icecrown Glacier, there is a powerful Vrykul clan. They are called the Yurdin clan. At that time, this powerful tribe, also in the vortex of life and death, finally took refuge in Alsace.

In fact, on this large ice block full of walking corpses and undead, the death warriors of the Yulding clan are the most feared existences. They are numerous in number and powerful. Most importantly, even from Returning from the dead, these vrykul still retain their warlike and bloodthirsty nature.

This may be good news for the Lich King, the Juldin clan will become his elite army to help him block all opponents rushing into the Icecrown Glacier, but for others, this is an out-and-out. The bad news.

The thought of fighting those vrykul who are more than 3 meters tall and blessed with death energy will give everyone a headache.

Port of Vengeance, this small island has always been hidden on the northernmost ice of the endless sea.

This is also one of the two breakthrough points for breaking the ice. Its location is the top secret of the coalition forces and even the entire civilized world. Do not know at all.

The spies of the Cult of the Damned are all over every corner of the civilized world. These guys who are willing to bow their heads before the throne of Alsace have no shame at all, but the harm they cause is far greater than those of the undead on the battlefield Bigger and crazier.

In the current Eastern Continent, there are Cultists of the Curse who are burned to death on the stake every day, but this is not enough to curb their madness. The battle between the two sides has reached the most critical moment. Alsace is dead, and they are doomed to die Go on, for the right to live, almost everyone is crazy.

"click, click"

Dalyan, dressed in military uniform, was sitting on the pier of Port of Revenge, using a whetstone to wipe the blade of the "Grandpa" continuously. In front of his eyes, the black clouds were almost hanging above his head, and the white light came from the black clouds. It was revealed in the gap, making the sky even more weird and gloomy.

The sea in front of me is not a piece of blue waves, but pale, a thick pale, this is a sea frozen forever, desolation and despair turned into a storm that does not want to be silent, in the lonely howl, shrouded in unimaginable low temperature On this ice seal, there are still falling snow and hail from the sky, circling the world almost non-stop. In such extreme weather, even the gargoyles of Alsace cannot enter here to investigate.

This has also created the unique environment of Revenge Port. It is harsh, crazy, and unbearable, but it is hidden enough, and that is enough!

Dalyan's shoulders and head were covered with snowflakes, and even his eyebrows and beard were frozen with frost, but he was still polishing his weapon silently, and then raised his head from time to time, looking at the sky, as if waiting wearing something.

It's like a lonely watchman in a vast white scene.

The scar on the young warrior's eye gave him a more phlegmatic demeanor, although he himself was a man of easy dealings.

"call!"

Another deadly low-temperature wind blew, and Dalyan tightened his black cloak tightly. At this moment, a looming black shadow moved quickly above the black cloud, appeared in the white light, and then disappeared. Straight through the wind and snow of death, this shadow fell into Dalyan's sight. He put down the whetstone in his hand, then took out a long tube made of animal skin from the special belt buckle, and put the lead wire at the top Lit, held high in the air.

The next moment, a red spark rushed into the sky, and in the wind and snow, a group of light like a battle flag bloomed. In less than a second, the light dispersed.

This is an extremely risky move, but without the guidance of this fire, it would be impossible for the guy hovering above the icy sky to find the exact location of the Port of Revenge on the frozen sea.

A few minutes later, the black shadow came down from the black cloud above Dalyan's head like a black lightning. When he looked carefully, he found that it was a huge dragon, a black dragon.

On top of the black dragon's head stood a tall Vrykul warrior. He was wearing a unique horned helmet, which was often worn by Vrykul leaders, but one horn of this helmet was Part of it was cut off by some kind of sharp weapon, and it looked somewhat weird.

It was an acquaintance of Dalyan's, a guy he'd been trying to take down.

"Damn weather! Damn place!"

When Gavincent was more than ten meters away from the ground, he jumped off the top of the black dragon. Behind him, the body of the black dragon gradually manifested in the light, turning into a black dragon with one head and one head. A human woman with long hair, an indifferent face, and a special metal lock around her neck, she glanced at Dalyan contemptuously, let out a cold snort of disdain, then turned and walked towards the snow-covered castle in Port of Revenge past.

"Onyxia"

Dalyan frowned, and he looked at the vrykul, "Why is she here?"

The Vrykul warrior spread his hands and said with a headache,

"To pass through the sky without attracting Arthas' attention, that kind of height can only be achieved by a dragon. She is the only dragon I can find in Wyrmrest Temple. Anduin is Lent her to me temporarily."

"All right."

Dalyan didn't care about these details, he shook the snowflakes on his body, and waved to Gavincent,

"Come with me, let's talk about what you have to take on this time."

The Vrykul moved his fist, straightened the helmet with broken horns on top of his head, and followed behind Dalyan. He asked curiously,

"What's going on? It sounds like there is something else? The recruitment I received only said that I was to fight, and it was related to the Vrykul."

Dalyan didn't answer right away, but walked to a house by the pier, opened the door, and the brazier from inside the room made it warm. The two of them sat at the table, and Dalyan took out a scroll from his arms. The animal hide was spread out and placed in front of Gavincent.

"What you heard is not wrong, your task is to fight! But it requires a little skill!"

"Um?"

Gavincent looked at Dalyan in confusion, and the latter pointed to the east of Vengeance Harbor and said to him,

"The western direction of Icecrown Glacier is guarded by the Yurdin clan. They rely on their fortress cities Balagad and Drodenheim to block the sea further west. They are powerful and have a large number of people. Port of Revenge Guys, including me, we can only conduct surprise operations, but once we are attacked from Trottenheim, we absolutely cannot take the Shadow Dome and Ordossa within the planned time, which means that before All preparations will go down the drain.”

Dalyan turned his head and looked at Gavincent, "But the vrykul in Trottenheim are not without flaws. They have a large arena in that city called the Valahas Tournament. Anyone can participate, but they will be closely monitored. Only Vrykuls like you will not ask about their origins. The best part is that in that arena, anyone who has won ten consecutive victories can challenge Lord Yuldin, Every challenge will attract many vrykuls to watch...this is your task."

The soldier raised his tone,

"We will place a positioning stone on you. Its function is to provide parameter targets for the fleet's bombardment. For at least 1 hour, you can choose to hold or behead Lord Yulding in the battle, and cut off Alsace. The tentacles on the westernmost edge of Icecrown, and you must cooperate with the fleet attack, make Trodenheim a mess, and buy us time to capture those two dark citadels!"

"1 hour?...well, that's about enough, that sounds good, I like the arena...when do I go?"

Dalyan took out his pocket watch, glanced at it, and said to Gavincent,

"In 30 minutes... let's go together!"

Hearing that the time was so tight, Gavincent frowned, but then relaxed again, he patted his stomach,

"Then bring me some food and wine...I have to eat and drink enough to have the strength to be a challenger...well, a massacre."

While Gavincent was eating and drinking at Port of Vengeance, in the deep tunnel at the intersection of Echo Valley and the Storm Cliff, densely packed dwarf soldiers were preparing to move in formation one by one. Enter the last reserved position.

Muradin held a warhammer in one hand and a battleaxe in the other. He was wearing hard armor and a steel helmet on top of his head. Standing beside him was Fandral smoking non-stop, with a A heavy axe, while An Gefu was carrying an epee about his height, and was walking back and forth not far away, obviously a little anxious.

The dwarf prince leaned against the wall and closed his eyes to meditate. His ears were filled with the sound of armor clashing from the dwarf soldiers. He was waiting, waiting for the blood and fire that was about to begin.

Fandral raised the pocket watch in his hand, glanced at it by the light in the tunnel, and whispered,

"There is still 1 hour and 27 minutes...Angaza should have started."

Muradin's eyes did not open, he seemed to be asleep, he took a deep breath,

"That's right, hundreds of thousands of people are delaying time for us on the frontal battlefield... This responsibility is a bit heavy."

"I've fought all my life, but this is the only time I've been under a lot of pressure, can you understand? Fandral... If we lose, if we fail to achieve the set goals and affect the entire battle, then we are... sinner."

Hearing Muradin's deep voice, Fandral clenched his pipe suddenly, and Angfor, who walked to the side, was also a little stunned. The battle was about to start, but the coach reacted like this, which really made people feel a little uncomfortable rest assured.

But the next moment, Muradin's eyes opened. The old dwarf's eyes had never been so bright. He looked at the closed cave gate ahead, and he let out a breath slowly.

"But even so, I'm still here...I took the risk of becoming a sinner in the world, and I didn't come here to seek failure!"

"5 years ago, I was almost killed by Alsace on that snowy field... So, today I am here, and I want to tell Alsace that it is time to return the sword he cut me with!"

"This war, to me... that's all!"

"Fu...I crawled back from hell, now, I want to send that bastard to hell, you guys, are you willing to come with me?"