Frozen Sea of Azeroth are mainly concentrated in Northlands. Under this cold sky, except for a few fixed waterways, other sea surfaces are frozen all year round.
Kul Tiras's navy will dispatch Breaking the Ice ships to help Civilized World's ships pass here, but the best choice for Captain is to go in the nearest direction In the past year, the Trade Route, which has developed very maturely, can save part of the fees paid to the Breaking the Ice ship, and compared to the desolate route, the Trade Route is also safer.
But there are always exceptions to everything.
There are always some ships with special missions or transporting secret supplies that cannot go Trade Route, either to cover up people's eyes or for safety. In short, on the sea outside Trade Route, there are also some ships from all over the world, sailing on the thick ice.
"Signal! Tell the Kul Tiras ships to speed up!"
Marshal Windsor was wearing a heavy military uniform, but it still couldn't block the biting cold wind on the deck. He had to put on a large plush cloak. His white hair was fluttering in the wind. As the snowflakes continued to fall from the sky, the old marshal's eyebrows were covered with a layer of white frost.
But his eyes were still firm, like a piece of iron that had been tempered by time, and still exuded a cold smell.
Signalman behind him received the order and immediately climbed onto the bridge of the Warships with gloves on. After a while, green and red flags were passed between the two ships.
The old marshal took out his Pocket Watch from his arms. As soon as he opened the Senleng watch case, the glass embedded in it shattered with a scrape. This made Marshal Windsor stunned for a moment, then he shook his head and put the old Pocket Watch, which had a seriously worn surface, in his pocket. It was a gift from Marshal Lothar.
The meaning it carries has already surpassed the Pocket Watch itself.
"What time is it now?"
The old marshal did not look back, his head shifted slightly, and following him, Mr. Bard·Nedrek, who was as cold as a trembling monkey, took out his Pocket Watch tremblingly, took a look, and answered in a trembling voice,
"It's 7 o'clock, 7 o'clock in the evening, look at the weather, what the hell!"
Since Mr. Bard accompanied Little Prince to Broken Isles last time, his instinctive danger prediction allowed him to miraculously avoid the Tidal Wave set off by Helya. A valuable cultural relic was found on an island. This Black Market cultural relic dealer may have made up his mind to embrace Kingdom of Stormwind, so he willingly waited for Little Prince at Storm Bay.
His persistence paid off. Under the instruction of Dick, Little Prince gave him a letter of recommendation and recommended him to Kingdom of Stormwind's Admiralty, becoming a glorious Kingdom Ensign. This guy immediately followed the lead and donated most of the wealth that his family had inherited for several generations to the Stormwind Royal Family, which is currently in a poor financial situation.
Changed the title to Lord... In fact, if it weren't for Anduin's recommendation letter, Bard would have been impossible to sneak into the kingdom's aristocracy even if he spent all his money. From this point of view, Bard and his "Treasure Hunters" group were lucky.
However, Bard had not enjoyed the life of an officer for a few days when he was transferred to this secret ship with a transfer order. There were only four big characters on the transfer order, "Secret Operation". This is the reason why Mr. Bard, dressed in military uniform, appeared here.
He doesn't even know why he got involved in this damn Northern Expedition War.
Marshal Windsor glanced at the former tomb robber next to him. As a veteran, he was not very interested in this kind of person from different religions. However, as an upper echelon of the kingdom, he heard some rumors. It was said that this guy was very lucky. Well, extraordinary good luck.
The old marshal shook his head and threw these thoughts aside. The Sailors on the deck was busy cleaning up the fallen snow. This ship was undertaking a secret mission and should not be careless at all. After a few minutes, the speed of the Breaking the Ice ship in front was in vain, and the ship also accelerated.
"I'll go take a look below the deck, Nedrek Second Lieutenant, notify me as soon as there is any news!"
Windsor waved Marshal's Sword in his hand, Bard hurriedly performed a non-standard military salute, and sent the marshal off. What is below the deck, Bard He didn't care. As a former tomb robber, he knew better than anyone the consequences of knowing too many secrets that he shouldn't know. Moreover, he had heard the low roar coming from below the deck from time to time in Badlands.
Bard can guess what it is... He won't want to be associated with that thing.
The heavily armed Royal Guards opened the hatch to the lower deck for Windsor. The old marshal stepped into the dark Ship's Hold. The temperature immediately heated up. It was not because the room was insulated from the cold, but because the temperature here was already higher than the normal temperature.
On the wall of the deck, there are Fel Runess drawn by Mages. Those lights in the darkness show the status of those Fel Runess, which are activated.
Walking into the quiet Ship's Hold, Windsor did not look around. He knew that there were a huge number of SI:7 and Rogue hidden in the darkness. Any creature that entered without permission would be absolutely fatally attacked. In the darkness ahead, there was a glimmer of light. It was not a light, but the light of energy.
Holy Light, a trace of Holy Light floats there, very stable, like the only light in the darkness.
"How is it? Is the cargo still safe?"
Windsor glanced at the huge Dark Iron Cage next to Holy Light, which almost occupied the entire deck below. His eyes were unusually indifferent. The giant creature inside was curled up and lying there, as if it had lost its life, but its occasional movements showed that it was still alive.
Facing Windsor's question, young Priest, who was leaning on Staff and wearing a coarse robe with his eyes closed, nodded and said in a very gentle voice,
"Everything is normal. More than twenty Sleep Magic Circle are started at the same time. Even... it can't resist it. It will remain stable until it reaches its destination, but..."
"Huh?"
Young Priest Doubt made Windsor turn his head. He looked at the polite junior in front of him, looked around, lowered his voice,
"Tell me, kid, what do you want to ask?"
"Windsor Uncle, I want to ask, is it really necessary to set up such an opponent in a Trial game?"
Young Priest's face exuded Doubt, but his eyes were always closed and never opened.
The old marshal hesitated for a moment, then pursed his lips.
"Baron, you are a good boy, your Uncle Deyerek is also my former comrade-in-arms, so before answering this question, I have to tell you in advance. If you know the answer, you must join it. In fact, I think you should also join it. Excellent young people like you should It's time to make some contributions to Civilized World, and since your family is thin, it's time for you to take on the responsibilities of the family, instead of becoming an ordinary Priest, which will waste your Talents."
When the young man heard this, the Holy Light he had been holding in his hand trembled a little, but in the end, he still couldn't hold back his curiosity.
"Tell me, Windsor Uncle."
"Okay!"
The old marshal waved his hand. The sound of Rogue beating in the darkness was low, but it really existed. After a few seconds, there was only one breathing sound left in the darkness. That was the leader of Shaw, SI:7, a trustworthy person.
The marshal said, "The transfer order you have received, Dragonblight will have a general battle and a decisive battle, right?"
"Hmm"
The young man nodded, and the old marshal chuckled, "That's not a decisive battle, it's just a target to attract Arthas. We have to prepare the two sharpest knives. When he has no time to care, we will stab his heart from behind. Baron, you will become the knife that represents Kingdom of Stormwind... Now do you still think these Trial are useless?"
Baron did not answer, but it could be seen from his expression that the young man accepted this statement.
"If you have such a mission, then there is nothing wrong with using it..."
"No!"
The old marshal patted young Priest on the shoulder and whispered,
"This Trial is not as simple as you think. There are at least 3 more like it! You have to pass 4 tests. It is said that those who pass will get unimaginable rewards. Before I leave Stormwind City, His Majesty told me to be sure to In this game, the grace and power of the kingdom are promoted, because it seems to also involve the issue of colonial distribution after the war. In short, Baron, after arriving at Northrend, you should go to your Uncle as soon as possible, and he will arrange everything for you."
"Well..."
Baron·Deyerek nodded, and just as he was about to speak, the entire ship suddenly tilted and shook violently, as if the entire Frozen Sea surface suddenly collapsed, Baron's body shook and was about to fall to the ground. When he was on the ground, Shaw flashed out of the darkness and supported his body. The young man did not say thank you, but struggled and pressed his hand on the platform in front of him.
The next moment, the entire Ship's Hold backup Sleep Magic Circle was activated at the same time, and the Black Behemoth, which was about to wake up from the violent shaking, fell into a drowsy sleep again.
After finishing all this, the young man touched the sweat on his head, his eyes still closed, and asked in a low voice,
"What happened just now?"
Shaw shook his head, but Marshal Windsor had already rushed out of Ship's Hold with his own Marshal's Sword. He was completely defeated by Blood Red was entangled with Rage, but when he rushed to the deck, the panicked Bard immediately ran out of the hiding place next to him and shouted to the marshal,
"Mr. Windsor, Kul Tiras's ship! They sank! Just now!"
The old marshal could no longer hear Bard's crying voice. He stood on the deck, and the sea surface that was originally frozen like a thick layer of ice in front of him had completely cracked in the shock at that moment, like broken glass, from Windsor At the edge of 's vision, he could see a bulging wave of Tidal Wave pushing the broken ice towards the ship. He suddenly turned back and saw the same wave of broken ice surging in the Tidal Wave on the other side.
Kul Tiras's Breaking the Ice ship should have been a victim of this ice wave. Under the cold air, the steel became very fragile, and it was impossible to resist such a force of heaven and earth.
The huge Breaking the Ice ship had cracked in the middle. Those Kul Tiras Sailors were hurriedly trying to save themselves. Windsor could no longer care about them. He raised a hand and shouted loudly,
"Get ready for impact! Hold on tight!"
"Baron! Melt them for me!"
Accompanied by the roar of the old marshal, the next moment, a brilliant scorching Holy Light fell from the sky, accurately covering the outside of the ship, and then rapidly expanded outwards. The ice in contact immediately melted. At the moment when the two waves of broken ice on the left and right collided, all the very threatening broken ice melted, leaving only two waves of Tidal Wave that hit the ship.
The violent vibrations caused several unlucky ones who had lost their grip to scream and fall into the sea below, but fortunately... they finally survived.
"What... what the hell is going on?"
Shaw appeared next to Windsor and asked in a low voice. The old marshal handed him the telescope in his hand and pointed to the northwest. Shaw looked along his fingers and his body suddenly shook.
In the dark northwest wind, a streak of Ice Blue-colored light shot straight into the sky, like a streak of cold Blizzard. And that direction was extremely familiar to them. There... was Icecrown Glacier.
The falling snowflakes in the air were in vain twice as dense. Feeling the ice wind mixed with strong malice, Windsor's voice seemed a little dry,
"He...Arthas, Lich King, woke up..."