Northrend's cold wind swept through Dragonblight like a knife, Arthas·Menethil brought the Undead army to Northrend After landing, he began to head towards Icecrown Glacier. His pale fingers held tightly to the Frostmourne hanging on his waist. The sword continued to emit blue cold air, which blended with his breath, as if this magic sword had become a part of his body.
Soul Fire flashed slightly in Arthas's eyes, and memories came flooding back: Dalaran's tragic defeat outside the city, the explosion of the summoning ceremony, and the counterattack between High Elf and the human coalition.
"Sir, the last batch of troops has landed." Undead Master Dar'khan's dead body was flickering in the wind and snow. The High Elf traitor's voice was filled with unprecedented panic, "But we are at Eastern Kingdoms's stronghold."
"Give it all up." Arthas's voice was colder than the polar wind. He pulled out Frostmourne and pointed the tip of the sword to the south, "Without Kel'Thuzad, our main force will be in Dalaran suffered heavy losses and was unable to maintain a long front. Alliance's troops have received support from Stormwind City, making them even stronger! We don't need to fight them to the death at Eastern Kingdoms."
Death Knight's armor is covered with traces of battle - Dalaran Glyph Bomb brought him the heaviest damage. Since the summoning ceremony was destroyed, Scourge's power in Eastern Kingdoms has melted away as quickly as snow under the sun.
Dar'khan's soul fire was beating uneasily. "In that case, there will be many troops that are too late to be transported to Northrend. It would be a pity to give up all of them. If it weren't for the accident during that summoning, maybe we could become stronger."
Arthas turned around suddenly, the blue fire in his eyes surged, Frostmourne instantly pressed against Dar'khan's illusory throat. "One day, I will seek revenge on Dalaran's group of mages."
His voice was low and dangerous. "Now, let's go back to Icecrown Glacier to recuperate. We are His Majesty Lich King's last strength, and we will never allow any mistakes. Anyway, we are here, and we have Dragonblight Temple With blocking it and the harsh environment, Alliance's army can't come over. Just wait for the opportunity and wait for Eastern Kingdoms or Kalimdor to cause trouble and then fight back."
During the conversation, a huge shadow fell from the sky. It was a huge Red Dragon. Aspect Dragons Alexstrasza. After landing, she roared at Arthas, "Death Knight, what are you doing here? Shouldn't you stay at Eastern Kingdoms?"
"Scourge failed, we had to retreat back to Northrend." Arthas said calmly.
"Destiny has indeed changed!" Red Dragon Queen said excitedly.
"What do you know?" The former Lordaeron prince discovered that there was something in her words, "Tell me quickly."
"Go back to your ice pimple, you have no right to order me." Alexstrasza ignored him at all.
Facing Aspect Dragons, Death Knight, who is not afraid of the sky or the earth, had to retract his anger and said in a humble tone, "Great Red Dragon Queen, if you have any news about the change of destiny, please tell me. After all, we are all working for the highest goal!"
"Whoever has the same goal as you should go back to your hometown." Alexstrasza doesn't want to talk to Undead at all. "You'd better make some small moves in Dragonblight, so that I have a reason to kill you all. There is nothing to say above."
After saying that, Red Dragon rose into the sky and quickly disappeared.
After being reprimanded like this, Arthas still didn't dare to have any thoughts of resistance. After all, Alexstrasza really wanted to kill them Undead.
When I secretly resurrected the bone dragon from Dragonblight, I also killed many lone Dragon and resurrected them into fresh Frost Wyrm. After all, the bone dragon was resurrected as soon as it was killed., have the strongest combat effectiveness. Those bone dragons that have been resurrected from the bones that have been dead for hundreds or thousands of years are just a trick that is useless. But this is also the enmity between Scourge and Dragon.
Aspect Dragons are also well aware of this matter. They are only forced to hold back because of the orders from their superiors. But once they find an excuse, Dragon will definitely take back all the revenge.
"Send the order," Death Knight retracted the magic sword, his voice regaining its former cold majesty, "Order the troops to return to Icecrown Citadel. All Necropolis are on combat readiness, and other defenses are doubled. Let the living people who come to the door have a taste of Northrend's cold winter."
Dar'khan bowed deeply, an imperceptible calculation flashed through the fire of his soul. "As you command, my king."
Outside Lordaeron, the flags of the coalition forces were flapping in the breeze. The camps of humans, dwarves, and elves were scattered on the plains like stars, but the atmosphere in the central tent was colder than the glaciers of Northrend.
"The people of Lordaeron are waiting for our rescue!" Marshal Garithos punched the strategy table, causing the map scroll to jump. "We should liberate the capital first!"
Sun King Anasterian·Sunstrider sneered, stroking Phoenix Emblem on his chest with his slender fingers. "No With Sunwell of energy, your army can't even get out of Plaguelands!" He looked around at the people in the tent, his long golden hair shining coldly under the magic light, "Quel'Thalas must be recovered first."
Bolvar·Duke Fordragon represents the power of Stormwind City and looks at the map with a frown. "This decision is too risky. If Undead takes the opportunity to consolidate Lordaeron's defense."
"Dalaran believes that repairing Sunwell will be more beneficial to the overall war situation." Antonidas suddenly spoke, violet magic light flowed from his fingertips, inside the tent The dispute was temporarily settled. The old mage gave Sun King a meaningful look and said, "Of course, in return, High Elf will share part of Sunwell's energy."
There was a whisper in the tent. Kael'thas·Sunstrider stood behind his father, with unfathomable eyes under his red hair. He noticed that Jaina, the representative of Theramore, was not present. She had disappeared for a while.
"Then it's settled." Sun King stood up directly, his robe drawing an arrogant arc behind him, "Starting tomorrow, we will march on Silvermoon City. High Elf will take the lead Charge, and I hope other 'allies' will not hold back."
Garithos's face was livid, but he did not have a seizure under Bolvar's signal. Antonidas nodded slightly, while Magni·Bronzebeard stroked his beard and looked thoughtfully at the backs of High Elf's father and son as they left.
Kael'thas followed his father out of the tent in silence, his handsome face seemed to be covered with a veil. In the shadow where no one was paying attention, his nails dug deeply into his palms.
"Father," he said softly, "Are you sure Sunwell is still alive?"
"Of course." Anasterian didn't even look back, "Sunwell is eternal, child. As long as we take back Quel'Danas, we can restore our former glory."
Kael'thas lowered his head, hiding the doubts in his eyes.
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