In Storm Peaks's k3 base, Dick is sorting out his trophies.
Well, this place originally had no name, but Dick decided to call it k3 to satisfy some of his own little bad tastes.
He was sitting in the Command Hall carefully built by Earthen, looking surprisingly relaxed.
In fact, this is indeed the case. Spirit Legion has Heimdall's command, so he does not need to worry at all. The fight he fought with Thorim a few days ago was neither lost nor won, but Thorim felt threatened. He mobilized his dependents, those Frost who live in Brunnhildar Village. Vrykuls launched an attack on k3.
These Vrykuls have a worse living environment, so Combat Strengths are stronger and can tame giant bears and fight wild Proto-Dragons. However, in the face of the Spirit Legions that cannot be judged by common sense, this These ferocious Vrykul could only lose the battle in succession. Dick did not massacre them, but just sealed them in the Brunnhildar Village village. Well, the village in name is actually Fortress.
As a result, Storm Peaks's eastern front was pushed smoothly all the way to the vicinity of Temple of Storms, where it encountered obstruction from the Iron Burning Legion from Snowdrift Plains.
Ulduar also responded. Soon, a big war will inevitably break out there.
But Dick is fearless, because Forge of Wills has fallen into his hands. Although the energy source is locked by Ulduar and cannot produce soldiers, it can at least contain the army of Ulduar.
The Mogu Burning Legion led by West, Jianxi and Taixi also went smoothly to expel Frost Giants and Operation. Except for the Frost Giants who had established a country in Dun Niffelem and were more difficult to deal with, the other Frost Giants wandering on the big ice sheet were almost wiped out. Of course, Dick would not kill them cruelly. These big guys with low IQs were best used as coolies.
It is precisely because of their participation that the construction of the K3 base is so fast.
Ulduar has built the second Defensive Line, waiting for the arrival of Dick, and Dick is also waiting, waiting for its own Burning Legion to reach its strongest state.
For the war of Ulduar, Nalak'sha Engine has been fully launched. Nearly a thousand Mogu soldiers join k3 every day. The stock of Titanic Energy there is also decreasing rapidly, but as long as Ulduar is defeated, everything will be worth it.
But while waiting, Paladin will also find some fun for himself. For example, the heavy firearm he just finished maintaining in front of him is the trophy he unexpectedly obtained while searching Temple of Storms.
The gun body of Dark Green is full of power and has a streamlined gun body structure, which is almost perfect in the hand. Above the thin black Longspear tube, there is a golden aiming groove, and below it is the same metal armrest. On both sides of the trigger, there are mysterious Fel Runes pendants.
The whole gun exudes the special Arcane Power. Obviously, this is a rare magic gun. The most important thing is that from this gun, Dick feels a familiar smell, the smell of Titan-forged.
This is not a weapon that Mortal can make. Obviously, it comes from mythology.
This thing is called Strike of the Titans, made by Mimiron, the master craftsman of Ulduar, for Thorim who loves Hunt It is said that in its complete form, this gun has the power to break the earth. It actively absorbs free energy from the air to charge. The power of thunder controlled by Thorim is almost the most perfect energy source for this gun.
However, after Thorim was infected by Old Gods, his IQ seemed to have dropped a lot. He threw Divine Weapon in the corner of Temple of Storms, which was hundreds of meters high. Dick seized the opportunity and gave Thorim struck hard. Guardians, who controlled the thunder, rode on the injured mount Veranus, Storm Peaks's Queen Proto-Dragon, and flew in the direction of Ulduar.
Dick did not pursue him because he was afraid that there would be an ambush ahead, but when he returned to Temple of Storms where Thorim had been living for these years, he found this Artifact that was already covered with dust. Yes, this is one of the powerful weapons of Hunter and Artifact.
Now connected to Strike of the Titans, Dick already has five spare Artifacts including Tule·Naaru Beacon, Spear of the Eagle, Earth-Warder Scale, and Fist of Ra-den. Among them, Spear of the Eagle is from When the recovered Shadowlands left, Dick killed the shadow leopard named Kadar. The poor guy was also transformed by Shadowlands's Rules. It's no wonder that Warchief, as brave as Doro Kaolin, also died in its hands.
As for Fist of Ra-den, Drakonid Das discovered it when Summit of Lei Shen was wandering around. Das gave it to Dick, which can be regarded as a trophy of Paladin.
Paladin placed these five Artifacts on the table in front of him one after another, and slowly beat his fingers on them. Different powers permeated the hall. Each Artifact is special. They either contain the essence of special power, or simply come from the powerful Creation or the history of a certain myth.
It is not a mortal thing and cannot be obtained by Mortal.
So how to deal with these idle Artifact has become something that Dick needs to consider now. It can be seen from Darion, which has recently begun to attack Heroic in one go. A good Artifact can definitely create a powerful Hero in a short period of time, enough to leave a name in history.
Or simply a villain who has been notorious for thousands of years, such as Arthas...Frostmourne is also one of Artifact.
But when Dick put down Strike of the Titans in his hand, his eyes fell on the letter on the stone table in front of him.
That was the secret message sent from Borean Tundra yesterday. Icecrown Glacier's two landing points have been discovered, and after a week of running-in, Undead's counterattack was temporarily suppressed. Mograine felt that it was time to start preparing "Breaking the Ice".
Dick's eyes were focused on the five Artifacts on the table. He rubbed his chin and leaned on the chair. As the rich smoke rose, soon, a bold and unruly idea appeared in Dick's mind.
The central area ruled by Northshire, Kingdom of Stormwind is close to Stormwind City, but blocked by Elwynn Forest, it makes this a quiet place, Northshire The area of E is about the size of a town. It looks like an ordinary countryside, but every resident of Kingdom of Stormwind knows that there is no ordinary person living in Northshire.
Here is one of the three Holy Land of Eastern Kingdoms Church of the Holy Light, Kingdom of Stormwind Wrynn Royal Family is also closely related to this small place. Northshire Abbey attracts many pilgrims to pay homage every day. The famous Lord Faol once planned to build Silver Hand here, and the first generation Paladin also came out of here.
This is enough to prove Northshire's profound heritage, and the old people living in Northshire all know that there are many mansions on the Waterfall side of the Dolly family's vineyard to the north, all of which belong to Kingdom of Stormwind's great nobles. The locals rarely bother those nobles.
They are completely in two different worlds, and there is no connection between them.
But today, the arrival of a letter broke the silence here.
Old Maximillian Sir read the letter carefully with his magic eyes. He was more concerned about the seals at the bottom of the letter. The row of seals almost dazzled his eyes. Lordaeron, Stormwind City, Quel'Thalas, Nordrassil, Orgrimmar, The seals of Kul Tiras are connected together, and below are the seals of a series of organizations such as Theramore, Zandalar, Silver Hand, Scarlet Crusade, Argent Dawn, Cenarion Circle, Earthen Ring and so on.
The meaning of this letter is obvious. It represents the will of the entire Civilized World. However, unlike its bright and beautiful imprint, the content in it is a bit ridiculous.
Old Sir put down the letter, stretched out his hand, and rubbed the corners of his eyebrows. The loyal old housekeeper stood aside, waiting for orders.
"How is Nisei doing lately?"
Judging from old Sir's tone and headache expression, this "second generation" is obviously a guy who worries him a lot. The butler immediately replied,
"The young master had a "fight" yesterday at the Westfall and People's Militia mills. He himself was intact, but the mill was demolished. The day before yesterday, the young master "battled" Longshore's Murloc, the day before yesterday he went alone to hunt down Gnoll who had recently committed evil in Elwynn Forest, and got the approval of the Westbrook Garrison defenders."
When old Sir heard this, his eyes immediately widened, "Why would he fight with the mill? That thing is not Evil!"
Hearing this question, the old butler was also a little embarrassed. He touched his nose and said, "The young master regarded the mill as a giant... Well, it is said that he planned to go to Kalimdor recently, and someone Bard told him that Un'Goro Crater would protect Devilsaur from harm..."
"Pah!"
When old Sir heard this, he couldn't bear it anymore and slapped his palm on the table, "Damn it Bard! Damn it Devilsaur! Didn't the second generation always dream? Do you want to protect justice? Then send him to Borean Tundra and let him have a good fight with those Undead! At least there is Mr. Derylek there who can keep an eye on him!"
The old man stood up from the chair out of breath, and the housekeeper handed over the crutches. Only then did we see that he was missing a leg, which was obviously a trace left by the war.
He is also a veteran.
"I heard that Derylek also sent his only nephew there?"
Old Sir asked, and the butler hurriedly replied, "Yes, Master Baron was on a ship that left Stormwind City 7 days ago, but Master, do you really want to send the young master there? I heard that it is very... very dangerous."
"Alas..."
Old Sir looked at the quiet manor outside the window, took off his glasses and wiped them with a handkerchief, "Prince Anduin left for Northrend three days ago. King will let Prince experience this experience that will definitely go down in history. Why should I worry about a war? The Second World War is a good boy. You and I both know that he longs for war and must be a good Warrior. Instead of leaving him Confinement in this peaceful land, it is better to let him see the cruelty of war. Maximillian Family rose up in the war."
"I'm old. It's time for the second generation to go his own way. Hasn't he always called himself "Northshire Knight"? Then let him become a real knight on the Dark Continent."
At the same time, On another continent, in a patch of grass in Desolace, Rexxar is holding a green grass root in his mouth, lying leisurely under Tree Shade, leaning against the big bear who is taking a nap. On Misha's body, the wild boar Huffer was lying at his feet, Snort was biting a fat insect, and the falcon Sparky was soaring in the sky, guarding the surroundings for his master.
He had obviously just had a successful Hunt, a piece of tender Lightning lizard meat was being roasted on the campfire, sprinkled with Orcs secret spices, and would be ready to eat soon. His ax was thrown at hand, ensuring that it could be held in his hand at any time.
It's not like this wilderness prodigal hasn't heard that Orcs was involved in Northern Expedition War, but Thrall didn't come to him, which means that the situation is not extremely bad, so he is not in a hurry.
In fact, he enjoys this carefree life more than war. Compared with humans or Orcs, Rexxar trusts his pets more. They will not Betrayal him, let alone dislike him.
Rexxar's ears moved, and he felt a vibration from the ground. It should be the movement of the cavalry, but Sparky had no warning, indicating that it was an acquaintance. Hunter sighed, and he knew that his peaceful life was over.
I just don't know if it's Thrall's messenger or another troublesome guy.