War Hymn of Warcraft [WOW]

Early in the morning, Garrosh walked out of his room to inspect the preparations of the Warsong advance army. On the road, I ran into the blood elf prince Kael'thas. Knowing who was here last night, he looked at Garrosh and smiled teasingly: "Hey, Garrosh, you look good today."

"It's a must! Let's talk about how your strategy for Cirvanas is going, hasn't she agreed yet?" Garrosh smiled heartily, and unceremoniously revealed his shortcomings to Kael'thas. Kael'thas scratched his head helplessly, turned and left as if he didn't hear anything. Last night finally satisfied Garrosh's lingering grievances for so many days. Was it easy to pass the protagonist's Eighth Alphabet Bill of Rights?

Soon, the Warsong Crusade led by Garrosh and the Horde advance army led by Saurfang gathered together. Most of them have already passed the baptism of natural disasters, and their faces no longer have the childishness when they first came to Northrend, and all of them are full of perseverance and determination.

"People of the Warsong clan, brothers of the Mag'har tribe! Today, we will march to Icecrown Citadel and save this castle that has been defiled by evil!" Garrosh walked to the stage, mobilizing for war, "Maybe You may have doubts, why do we have to travel thousands of miles to this barren land just to save a human being? I want to tell you, if we don’t come to save this human being, our end tomorrow will be the same as the natural disaster you killed !"

"Your task is to send us to Icecrown Citadel, and then return to Warsong Citadel to wait for the good news. Just some ants of natural disasters, can they hit our fearless fighters?!"

"cannot!"

"Then, let us march to Icecrown Citadel together, and let the Scourge see the strength of our tribe! Lok-tarogar! For the Horde!"

"Lok-tarogar!"

At this time, Thrall was riding his warg and waiting at the gate. Garrosh, Saurfang, and Sylvanas led their legions to the gate of Warsong Castle. Thrall watched the closed gate of Warsong Castle slowly open, pointed the Doom Hammer in his hand, and was the first to rush out with a roar:

"Lok-tarogar! For Azeroth!"

The Scourge army never gave up on the attack on Warsong Castle. Feeling the breath of strangers, a group of ghouls scrambled to Thrall's side. Thrall didn't even use shaman spells, and with a quick swing of the Doomhammer, they smashed their heads into pieces.

The natural disasters around also seemed to smell the flies that smelled of meat, and they scrambled to crawl over. The long-term training of the Tribal Advance Army and the Warsong Expeditionary Army allowed the soldiers to quickly block the progress of the natural disasters and quickly eliminate the natural disasters that were rushing over.

"Aha, you're here too!" Before they ran too far, the tribe's army joined the alliance. The leader of the alliance is Bolvar Fordragon, the regent of Stormwind City. He smiled and waved his warhammer at Thrall.

Thrall smashed the head of a ghoul casually, and shouted back: "It's such a good fun, how could there be no tribe!"

The armies of the Alliance and the Horde gradually gathered together. The Alliance was in charge of the left wing and the Horde was in charge of the right wing. All the heroes also gathered at the front of the team, frantically slaughtering the more powerful commanders in the natural disaster. Zhan Zhixing, who crawled back to Fearless Fortress in the middle of the night, was also in the team. He rubbed his sore waist and healed the wounded soldiers with Tyrande.

Illidan, Maiev, Tyrande, Malfurion, Varian, Tirion, Bolvar, Rhonin, Vereethar, Magni, Mekkatorque, Velen, Khadgar, Dar Rian, Alexandros, Jaina... The military strength of the alliance can be said to be all out. The Argent Dawn and the Scarlet Crusade are the main combat forces of the alliance. Their holy light can cause a devastating blow in a natural disaster. However, the Draenei defenders should not be underestimated. Zhan Zhixing even saw a soldier who died in battle being revived by the Draenei defenders in an instant.

Soon, the army formed by Azeroth arrived outside the gate of Icecrown Citadel. The dwarf technicians quickly took out the things needed to make the battering ram from the package and assembled them on the spot. Zhan Zhixing and a group of alliance members came to the gate and joined the heroes of the tribe.

The Horde sent Thrall, King Saurfang, Vol'jin, Sylvanas, Kane Bloodhoof, Lor'themar Theron, Rommath, Garrosh, plus the Alliance's manpower , nearly half of the heroes in the entire continent are gathered here. Zhan Zhixing made a rough calculation, and there were exactly twenty-five people who participated in this operation. Zhan Zhixing was a little excited thinking about the opening of the twenty-five-member hero group so soon.

The gnomes are indeed the most ingenious creatures in the world, and soon, a huge battering ram was made, smashing the gate of Icecrown Citadel. The remaining forces of the Alliance and the Horde gathered quickly and prepared to retreat, while a group of twenty-five heroes were ready to go and marched towards the depths of Icecrown Fortress.

The Scourge of the Undead, the Scourge of the Undead, is called a "scourge" precisely because of its power far beyond the entire Azeroth. Even pseudo-heroes and half-heroes, which are extremely rare in Azeroth, are almost like ants in this Icecrown Fortress, and occasionally one or two hero-level Scourge warriors will join the battle group. Fortunately, most natural disasters don't have much intelligence, so it's relatively easy for everyone to break through their defenses.

It didn't take long for the crowd to approach the Frozen Throne, and Arthas Menethil, wearing the Lich King's helmet, was sitting on the Frozen Throne with his chin leaning on him. Since there is only one road to the Frozen Throne, everyone except Zhan Zhixing, Jaina, Tirion, and Garrosh are blocked on the only way to the throne. Jaina enters Arthas' dream while Tirion and Garrosh purify Frostmourne.

For this magic sword, Zhan Zhixing went to Adal to use a prophecy and obtained a method to purify Frostmourne—the opposite of evil must be justice, and the only way to purify Frostmourne is to use a righteous soul The evil that replaces Frostmourne. Zhan Zhixing once got the ashes of Ke'ure in Oshu'gun, and it would be a good idea to replace the evil soul of this magic sword with a noble naaru.

He took out the crystal that Adal had transformed into a crystal, which was covered with obscure runes by Adal, and Zhan Zhixing handed it to Tirion, explaining how to use it: "According to what Adal said, combine this crystal with Contact with Frostmourne, using the Ashbringer as a medium, will purify the power of Frostmourne. In order to ensure the success rate, Adal even took out the crystals transformed by other ancestors of the Naaru family, and poured power into this place. in."

Speaking of this, Zhan Zhixing hesitated for a while, but decided to leave a backup: "Master, you have to remember that thirty seconds after Jaina and I shuttled into the dream of Alsace, we will combine it with Frostmourne Contact. I need to rely on this time slice to confirm something, which is related to whether we want to destroy or save Alsace."

Tirion nodded, took the crystal, and a wave of holy light emanated from his fingertips. He smiled at Jaina and Zhan Zhixing: "The future of Azeroth is in the hands of you two, you must succeed!"

Zhan Zhixing pursed his lips and held Jaina's hand. Jaina took a deep breath, got ready, and nodded to Zhan Zhixing.

In an instant, countless green energies bloomed from Zhan Zhixing's body, enveloping Jaina and Zhan Zhixing. Looking in the direction of Alsace, Zhan Zhixing's sea of ​​souls spread out and dived into Alsace's nightmare.

Thirty, twenty-nine, twenty-eight...

The emerald light flickered, and Zhan Zhixing and Jaina disappeared in front of Tirion and Garrosh. Garrosh stepped forward cautiously, preparing to kill Arthas in his sleep if his plan failed.

Twenty-five, twenty-four, twenty-three...

Jaina and Zhan Zhixing appeared in Alsace's dream, the evil orc, the white-haired death knight on the throne, and the lonely young man sitting on a chair. The moment Jaina saw the figure on the throne, she couldn't stop crying.

The white-haired death knight slowly opened his eyes, staring at the two intruders who had entered his dream. The blond young man couldn't help but exclaimed when he saw Jaina, with undisguised joy in his expression. Ner'zhul, fearing that his plan would fail, hurriedly rushed towards the two of them, waving his staff.

"Deal with Ner'zhul first!" Zhan Zhixing said, rushing to Ner'zhul's side and stopping him.

Fifteen, fourteen, thirteen...

Tirion held the crystal that Adal gave to Zhan Zhixing in his left hand, and the Ashbringer emitting holy light in his right hand. He walked carefully to the side of the throne, ready to touch the crystal with Frostmourne at any time.

Ten, nine, eight...

"No, it's impossible!" The orc wailed as he was about to die, and looked at the figure on the throne unwillingly. And the white-haired death knight just watched all this happen coldly, without taking any action.

It wasn't until the orc's blood sprayed the land that the death knight stood up and walked towards the direction of the blond youth.

"You...are me, you are all...me, but you..." His voice was soft and full of surprise, "You are the little flame that still burns in my heart, resisting the ice. You are the last trace of humanity—compassion, love The ability to hurt...the ability to care. You are my love for Jaina, my love for my father...the love for everything that made me who I used to be. Frostmourne couldn't take them all away .I tried to run away from you...but I couldn't, I—couldn't."

The blond young man expressed his great joy at the death of the orc who had been corrupting his "self". His sea-blue eyes brightened, and he smiled tremblingly at his other self, and said in the direction of the death knight:

"You finally understand. Anyway, Arthas, you didn't abandon me."

Tears of hope filled his eyes, and his voice, though stronger than before, trembled with excitement. "There must be a reason for this. Alsace Menethil... Although you have caused a lot of damage, you still have kindness in your heart. Otherwise... I would have disappeared long ago, even in your dreams exist.

The death knight slowly stepped down from the throne and walked towards the young man. The young man was also very happy that his other self could accept the existence of kindness, and walked towards the death knight.

"Wait a minute!" Suddenly, a strong hand grabbed the young man. The young man was stunned, looking back at the intruder who killed Ner'zhul.

The death knight tried to organize his words, he looked at Jaina and Zhan Zhixing, and showed a sweet smile:

"Gianna... and you, the strong... I remember you, the memories that were tampered with, recovered as I stepped into the realm of demigods... Thank you, Jaina, you didn't abandon me until the end..."

"Alsace..." Jaina's eyes were filled with tears, she looked at Alsace, and walked forward slowly.

"Wait a minute, Jaina!" Zhan Zhixing suddenly stopped her. He frowned and stared at the death knight, counting silently:

"Five, four, three..."

Outside the dream, Tirion licked his lips that were dry due to nervousness, and slowly brought the crystal gifted by the naaru close to Frostmourne:

"Two, one..."

The author has something to say: (singing) Pulling the lights does not mean my fault, harmony is not the only result, I have no choice but to crack down hard, how can I accompany you...

Yesterday afternoon, I lost five harvests. It seems that there is no high price to make everyone hungry and thirsty TAT

Plastic...Harmony is crawling up and down my face...Don't dare to throw the written things up...