Dick stood on the ice of Frosthold, looking alone at the north of Storm Peaks.
Under the sky full of rolling black, he couldn't see Ulduar. It was too far away, but he knew that Ulduar was there, in that direction, and it would definitely be the end of a certain period of his life.
Everyone has things that must be accomplished in life, and the name of those things is called mission. Dick knows that his mission is there, the Titans City where the ancient Evil is imprisoned, where everything begins and ends.
He held Smoking Pipe in his mouth and grunted,
"Wisdom Is Priceless"
"Fur..."
The thick smoke was exhaled from his mouth, and then was blown away by the cold wind around Frosthold, and the falling snowflakes were swirling around him, making him look like a statue in the snow. Not far away, Frost Dwarves's Giant Eagle Scout has set off, and they are responsible for daily Hunt tasks and reconnaissance tasks. After the arrival of Muradin, Frost Dwarves's life pattern has indeed changed.
They are adapting to this indifferent Valley in another form. Here, the weak cannot survive, and the Frost Dwarves are trying their best to get rid of the status of the weak.
This is life. When it appears in a certain place, it will not dissipate easily. Instead, it will try its best to survive, then live better, and finally transform the surrounding environment.
Dick likes this world, not only because it has more exciting life, but also because of the variety of everything in this world, whether it is scenery or life.
"I heard your story from Brann and everything you did for the Bronzebeard Clan, for me and my brother...Dick, friend of Bronzebeard, thank you."
A slightly weak voice came from behind, it was Muradin.
Magni had left Frosthold earlier to go to the front line of Dragonblight. Brann, who couldn't rest, went to observe the relics left thousands of years ago under the leadership of Frost Dwarves. Dick was about to leave, and he didn't have much time to relax.
Sometimes, being valued too much means that you have to pay a lot, and being valued by the world means having to bear pressure that ordinary people cannot even imagine.
The good news is that Dick has gotten used to it, but the bad news is that Dick may have to bear it for a long time.
"What are your plans?"
Paladin sat cross-legged on the cold ice. Less than half a meter in front of him was the edge of the Frosthold Mountains, a cliff that would make people dizzy just by looking at it.
Muradin chuckled and sat cross-legged next to Dick. He held a small silver flask in his hand and his eyes were somewhat blank. So many things had changed in five years. Even Lordaeron, a powerful human country, had been destroyed once and rebuilt again. The world had changed too much. Muradin decided that he needed to wait and see for a while.
But it seemed there wasn't much time left for him.
Faced with Dick's question, he took a sip of wine, then closed his eyes and said,
"First go to Arthas for revenge, and then... then go back to Ironforge."
"Don't you care about Frost Dwarves here?"
Dick asked with a smile, "You must know that without your Intimidation, they will be defeated again by Steel Iron Dwarves in less than a year. The rebirth of a race cannot be completed in just five years."
"Huh... Frankly speaking, I am a little confused. I don't belong here. Even if I pretend to be a Frost Dwarves, I am still a Bronzebeard. There is already a gap in my heart... They will not leave here."
Muradin lowered his head, feeling a little frustrated. Apparently he had already talked with his "common people", but it didn't look like the result was very good.
But Dick didn't care at all. From his current level, a small race with less than 20,000 people was hardly a problem. He looked leisurely at the blue Proto-Dragon flying in the distant sky, took another breath of Smoking Pipe, and said to Muradin in the smoke,
"You saw our war with the Iron Burning Legion, right?"
"Well, it's cruel. In fact, if your Earthen hadn't broken into the place where we store the eagle eggs, our Scout wouldn't have shown up at all. That was not a war that Frost Dwarves could participate in. It was so cruel. I even felt that it was not Mortal World at all. The war between Mortal... more like, the war between Deity."
Muradin took another sip of wine and looked at the windy and snowy battlefield in the distance. Frost Dwarves was observing all this silently outside the battlefield. He almost watched the war from the fierceness at the beginning to the anxiety now. Although he lost his memory, there was no doubt that his Warrior instinct was still there. He could see how dangerous the battlefield was.
"This is just the beginning... You should have seen the animal fighting show. At the beginning, the matador will always provoke the bull's emotions, make it Anger, and make it anxious. Only when it adapts to the abnormal emotion will the real killing move come."
Paladin patted Muradin on the shoulder,
"Take Frost Dwarves and leave here. Take them to Dun Morogh. If they don't want to leave, let them watch everything here and wait quietly. This place will soon become Hell... The real war is about to begin."
Dwarves Warrior was silent for a moment, and he looked at Dick,
"I'm curious, who are you? Are you really a Mortal who was penniless five years ago? When I was still traveling Azeroth, you shouldn't be so unknown."
Paladin stood up and showed a mysterious smile towards Muradin,
"Shh, this is a secret. By the way, I heard that you are a forging master that is not inferior to His Majesty Magni. I just have something that I need your help with. You can go to K3 in your spare time. You will be interested in it, trust me!"
Muradin nodded, and just as Dick turned to leave, he suddenly thought of something, so he shouted to Dick,
"Don't leave yet, Dick, I'll take you to see something. I heard that you are going to have a decisive battle with Lich King recently. This will definitely help you!"
Dick turned back, glanced at Muradin curiously, then followed him on the white Giant Eagle, and flew towards the southwest of Frosthold under the Gray sky Light and Shadow. Within a few minutes, Dick's eyes widened.
Just below him, through the clouds, there is a Valley. That is the Valley occupied by Undead. The most important thing is that this Valley is almost directly below Frosthold Mountains. The most important thing is that this Valley is located within the cold wall of Icecrown Glacier!
A natural breakthrough!
Paladin immediately realized this place that he had completely forgotten about, and Muradin shouted loudly to Dick,
"Here... this place is called Echo Valley by the Frost Dwarvess. It is bordered by Icecrown Glacier, Crystalsong Forest, and Storm Peaks. There is a small road from Frosthold that can lead to this area. It is Secret Passage left by Frost Dwarves's ancestors. If you need it, I can open it to you!"
A gleam flashed in Paladin's eyes. Muradin's gift came just in time. "Breaking the Ice" originally had only two landing points, and they were both far away from Icecrown Citadel is too far away, now with Echo Valley, Champion people can even rush into the vicinity of Icecrown Citadel within 20 minutes just by riding a horse!
It is simply a natural, perfect place for a surprise attack! With it, the success rate of the originally risky surprise attack plan was immediately much higher.
"You have helped us a lot, Muradin. This is simply the best gift, a steel knife that pierces Arthas's heart!"
"Hahaha, you're welcome. If I help you, I'm helping me. Don't forget, he and I also have an account to settle!"
Dwarves Warrior and Dick's laughter spread far and wide in the wind. This was their luck and Arthas's misfortune.
Just as Dick and Muradin were waving goodbye, on the other side, an encounter had just begun.
Varian was walking in the hall of Wyrmrest Temple. He looked at the reliefs on the surrounding walls with a hint of amazement. They were Dragon's skilled craftsmen who recorded stories about the past of this world. Most of them, Human World didn't even have a word to spread. They were epics before the birth of civilization.
Any human being allowed to enter here will be amazed by this.
Anduin followed his father with his shield on his back. He had been living near Wyrmrest Temple for half a month. As the representative of Kingdom of Stormwind in this war, Little Prince was not under much pressure because he was not the specific commander.
Commander-in-Chief official of the Alliance is Tirion·Tirion Fordring knight and Duke Bolvar, and also from Night Elf's Shandris·Feathermoon General, Dwarves's Fandral Staghelm·Stormpike Marshal, Mograine Grand Knight and other battlefield veterans, under their command, Alliance's recent war is going very smoothly. The danger of Azjol·Nerubian is rapidly decreasing, especially After Dalaran and Mage Corps of Karazhan teamed up to block all exits of Dragonblight's Nerubians kingdom, Alliance Forces has not been raided for 5 days.
Forward Base Fordragon Hold is also established near Galakrond's Tomb, which will be the default battlefield for the battle of Angrathar.
Varian, as King, would certainly not be so free as to come here to watch the history of Dragon. In fact, he came to the front line with the same thoughts as Magni King. As a Warrior, he had to see the comparison between the two sides with his own eyes in order to feel at ease.
But at the end of this trip to the battlefield, when Varian and Anduin were about to leave the Wyrmrest Temple hall, they met the people they least expected to meet.
Thrall, wearing that simple suit of armor, walked into the hall from the other side along with Overlord Saurfang and Horde, Commander, and happened to meet Varian and Anduin.
Little Prince immediately noticed his father's hand on the hilt of the sword at his waist, and the change in King Varian's momentum.
"Thrall Chieftain... Long time no see."
Varian greeted loudly, but his hand did not move from the hilt of the sword. Thrall was also stunned by this sudden encounter. Saurfang turned sideways and stood in front of Varian Between E and Thrall, the old Warrior is very accurate. If Varian activates Charge, it will definitely be stopped by him.
But the next moment, Orcs Chieftain took a deep breath, passed through the protection of Saurfang, looked at Varian with his blue eyes, and answered in the same loud voice,
"Good day, King Varian."
Orcs Chieftain also holds a weapon in his hand, Doomhammer... the weapon that defeated Marshal Lothar.
"I heard that your work on building Forward Base went very poorly..."
Varian looked at Thrall and said calmly, "Do you want me to send soldiers to help?"
Thrall's eyes narrowed, and then he said with a smile, "Don't bother Alliance's Champion. It's just some obstacles. Horde's Champion will overcome them soon. In this land, they are not worth mentioning."
Anduin felt the stagnation in the atmosphere. He looked up at Baine·Bloodhoof who was following Thrall. That was him in Broken Isles Baine, a good friend whom met while traveling, also seemed a little at a loss. He could only respond with his eyes to Anduin: The meeting between the two leaders was really an accident!
And Garrosh behind Saurfang froze in place the moment he saw Varian. He couldn't help but touch behind his back. Gorehowl's ax handle, young Orcs Warrior thought about the scene when he and L Varian met countless times, but he never expected that L Varian's identity was so amazing!
But none of this affected the confrontation between the two leaders. Varian heard Thrall's rejection, and he chuckled,
"Then let's talk about things in other places, about your frequent contact with the Blackrock Orcs remnant army huddled in Swamp of Sorrows, and the monsters who were Twilight Highlands Dragonmaw Orcs, who was beaten to the point of losing his armor, you are doing a dangerous thing, Thrall, tell me, are you going to reorganize Old Horde and start a new war?"
His tone became tougher in vain. Thrall is not an easy person to deal with, but he did not answer. This time, Safarur overlord retorted,
"We are not going to start a war, but we are facing a fierce opponent. I have to prepare in advance, such as SI:7's activities in the Stonetalon Mountains and Desolace. That does not seem to be the traditional territory of Kingdom of Stormwind, Varian His Majesty, I'm actually Doubt, why can't we stop these boring little tricks and have a fight like a real Warrior?"
"Or are you afraid?"
Safarur said these words, Varian's eyes immediately became dangerous, a red Rage spark flashed on Varian's palm, but soon, Thrall spoke,
"Okay! Forgive Saurfang, King Varian, he is just a Warrior, and he can only think from Warrior's point of view. Why don't we put aside our hatred for each other and work together to overcome the current situation first? Internal strife will only make Arthas happier, and no one wants him to be happy, right?"
"Huh..."
Varian breathed a sigh of relief, removed his left hand from the hilt of the sword, and nodded to Thrall,
"You are right, Thrall Chieftain, now is really not a good time to discuss the past hatred. Then after the threat of Arthas is removed, we can settle the accounts of the past, about the grudges, blood and blood, glory and glory between my father, my kingdom, and your ancestors."
Thrall's expression changed. Before he could speak, Varian turned his attention to Saurfang.
"Safarur Overlord... You know, I am also a Warrior, so... I will have a good fight with you on the battlefield. Trust me, it won't be too far."
After saying that, Varian took Anduin past Horde's Commanders and walked out of the hall. When passing by Garrosh, Varian whispered,
"Boy, don't live up to this weapon!"
"I always remember that oath, but if it is on the battlefield, I will not show mercy, L Varian..."
"... No need, if you meet me on the battlefield, it will be the beginning of your nightmare, so don't die here, kid, I'm still waiting to get Gorehowl back from you."