The Second Empire of Azeroth

Muradin was overjoyed to learn of the arrival of the Northrend Expedition.

He had been with his troops in Howling Fjord for a long time, but had only managed to establish a simple fortress before facing attacks from countless undead and trolls.

He had originally come to explore, but now, exploration was out of the question; he couldn't even step outside the fortress.

With the help of the Northrend Expedition, the Bronzebeard dwarves finally completed their fortress.

This fortress, located in the northwest of Howling Fjord, was simply named Western Watch by the honest and unadorned dwarves.

With this, the Northrend Expedition had five strongholds in Howling Fjord, covering most of the area.

Their fleet patrolled the Daggercap Bay and the outskirts of Howling Fjord, suppressing the vrykul in all directions.

The vrykul could only huddle within Utgarde Keep,不敢轻易踏出城墙, lest they be shot to death by the Eredar cannons.

King Ymiron was furious.

Ten thousand years ago, the vrykul were the rulers of the world.

How had things changed so much in ten thousand years?

Those misshapen children they once discriminated against, the earthlings' mutations, and the white-skinned trolls were now beating them down.

Ymiron began to reflect, and after much consideration, he attributed it all to the Curse of Flesh.

The Curse of Flesh had made them weak, no longer immortal, and afraid of death.

Therefore, the vrykul dared not fight bravely, which was a desecration of the vrykul tradition of fighting to the death.

He began to look for ways to help the vrykul regain their traditions, but how could he possibly undo the Curse of Flesh?

Just as he was troubled, a strange vrykul entered Utgarde Keep.

This vrykul was a warrior who had died long ago, buried ten thousand years ago in the vrykul graveyard of Yrykul.

Yrykul, located in the northern mountains of Howling Fjord, was the burial site of countless vrykul warriors.

Because these vrykul warriors possessed great power, Yrykul was filled with violent energy, capable of tearing any enemy who dared to covet these warriors into pieces.

But now, someone had entered Yrykul and resurrected this warrior, which made the vrykul uneasy.

What made the vrykul even more uneasy was that this warrior was not truly resurrected, but had become an undead.

And the undead were the bone scraps that they had previously devoured with their proto-dragons.

From warrior to food, this disparity humiliated the vrykul.

However, Ymiron did not think so.

He was very curious about this undead vrykul.

He invited this undead vrykul into his palace and asked him his purpose.

Undead Vrykul: "I am here on my master's orders to express goodwill to you."

"Oh? Who is your master?"

"My master is the great Lich King!"

This tough king was full of war and didn't think about anything else.

The undead vrykul said, "The problem you raised is easy to solve.

As long as the vrykul become undead, then the vrykul will have an unkillable body, endless life, and will no longer have fear.

The Dragonflayer clan can fight to their heart's content until the end of the world."

"Are you serious?"

"That's natural!"

The undead vrykul took out a crystal.

After activating the crystal, an image appeared in front of Ymiron.

It was an image of the undead fighting and resurrecting.

Ymiron was immediately attracted.

Wasn't this the solution he had been dreaming of?

By storing his soul in a phylactery, he could resurrect infinitely as long as the phylactery was not destroyed.

He would have a body without weaknesses, and with his combat skills, he could defeat anyone.

Moreover, the undead entrusted their hearts to the Lich King, completely stripping away fear, so even when facing the great titans, they would dare to charge!

"What... what do I have to do?"

The undead vrykul said, "Go to Yrykul.

In the depths of Yrykul, there is a magic sword called Frostmourne.

As long as you obtain that magic sword, you will gain infinite power.

At that time, you will have the power to resurrect all the vrykul.

At that time, you will lead the undead army to conquer the world for the Lich King!"

Ymiron stood up and quickly walked out of the palace.

He summoned all the vrykul dragon knights and set off for Yrykul on proto-dragons.

The taunka of Winterhoof Camp spotted the dragon knights and immediately contacted the Northrend Expedition.

The Northrend Expedition was also caught off guard by this change.

Could it be that these dragon knights had run away?

Rojer wouldn't be so naive.

The Dragonflayer clan, who enjoyed war, wouldn't all run away.

They must have gone to find a countermeasure.

If they really found a way to deal with the Eredar cannons, it would be much more troublesome in the future.

The trouble with the Dragonflayer clan had to be resolved as soon as possible.

He set his sights on Utgarde Keep.

The departure of the dragon knights left the castle's defenses empty.

If they could take Utgarde Keep while they had the chance, it would be much easier to deal with the dragon knights later.

Thinking of this, he immediately summoned the high-ranking members of the Northrend Expedition and began to arrange for an emergency mobilization.

The next day, Tirion led the army from the Northrend Expedition port to the east of Utgarde Keep, using tanks as a vanguard to attack the castle.

The vrykul knew that the Eredar cannons were not fatal to them, so they opened the castle gates and charged directly onto the bridge, wanting to dismantle the tanks.

At this moment, several warships appeared on the rivers on both sides of the bridge, constantly firing crossbow bolts at the bridge.

The crossbow bolts shot the vrykul one by one, and the vrykul quickly retreated into the castle, closed the gates, and stared intently at the attacking tanks and warships outside the city.

When all the vrykul's attention was drawn to the gate, a portal appeared inside the castle.

Teams of troops charged out, occupying the high ground inside the castle.

Ballistae were set up on the high ground, attacking the vrykul at the east gate from behind.

The vrykul did not expect to be attacked from behind and it was too late to defend.

At this time, Rojer and Khadgar arrived with the mages, casting powerful spells and taking away the lives of the vrykul one by one.

The vrykul suffered heavy casualties, with only a few escaping from Utgarde Keep, and the rest either dead or injured.

From attack to capture, it only took half a day.

Khadgar exclaimed at the speed: "I didn't expect the vrykul to be so stupid that the old tricks we used a few years ago still work."

Rojer shrugged, "Maybe it's a new trick for them!"