Icecrown Glacier, as the name suggests, this is a large glacier.
The large ice block suspended in the north of the Great Sea, but it has been endless years since the formation of the large glacier, so this glacier is still covered with thick Permafrost.
It can be said that it is frozen for thousands of miles and not a blade of grass grows.
It is hard to imagine that there are living things in this ghost place, but in fact, in addition to the amazing number of Undead, there are also many Living Being living on Icecrown Glacier.
Although the life forms of those Living Being have become extremely weird, it is difficult to call them real Living Being.
On the outskirts of Shadow Vault, the northernmost dark fortress that surrounds the entire black wall of Icecrown Glacier, in the snow of Permafrost of Eternal Silence, two strange "snowdrifts" are quietly moving on the snowfield. They move very regularly, basically moving forward once every five minutes.
Never delay, never get ahead of schedule.
If you get close enough, you can still hear a trace of sound, a whisper drowned in the cold wind of the snowfield.
"Hey, Dad, didn't you say that you have been a Hunt beast all your life? How come you are participating in this Breaking the Ice?"
Hemet II is carrying his beloved Rifle, which is Nesingwary 4000 designed and made by Alliance Forces's best Engineering masters and blacksmiths. There is only one Nesingwary 4000 in the whole world, built by the best Saronite, Ironwood The handle has its own magic focus, ultra-long range, and increased damage. Even the bullets used are Armor-Piercing Explosive Rounds handmade by masters. It can also fire most bullets including magic ammunition. The effective range is 1,500 meters, but even at a distance of 2,500 meters, its power is enough to explode the hard skull of the strongest mammoth.
Hemet II said that he absolutely loves it.
A good Hunter must know how to maintain his own weapons, so in this extremely harsh environment, Hemet II also used an exquisite plush holster to protect his beloved gun. He was now wearing a dark green Mail Armor, Engineering goggles to protect his eyes, black leather gloves that fit the hand, and a camouflage-colored fur cloak on the back.
As Azeroth's leading Hunter and assassination master, Hemet II is not a good man or woman. In fact, if possible, he would rather stay in a warm Ironforge or a leisurely Thelsamar villa, rather than perform hellish reconnaissance missions in this damn ice and snow.
But there was no way, the mission was the mission... Especially in the current context, he had to curb his hobbies, and lying next to him was a white-haired Dwarves.
His face is exactly the same as Hemet II, but compared to Hemet II's full armor, the old Dwarves's outfit is much simpler. He is wearing black and white Hunter's Garb, with a special Monocle on his left eye, and his right eye is simply exposed to the cold wind that can freeze ordinary people.
The gleam of light that occasionally bloomed in those squinted eyes was like a sharp knife. When he looked at others, it was like scraping bones with a steel knife. This was a truly ruthless character.
But there is one thing, this old Dwarves is made exactly the same as Hemet II. The Rifle behind him is also tightly protected with a holster. It can be seen from the experienced technique that this is also the best Hunter.
A real Hunter!
"Second... you never learn. Don't talk like that when Hunt... it will scare away the prey."
Hemet Nesingwari glanced at his son and sighed, "Hey, you are always so rough, just like your marksmanship. I don't know when you will truly reach the top level."
"I am already the top Hunter!"
Hemet II said unconvinced, and then received a stern look from his father. Old Dwarves asked slowly,
"Oh? When? Why didn't I know? Did you get an invitation from Hidden Path?"
"Uh... this isn't available yet... but I believe it will be soon!"
The Second Generation gritted his teeth and tried to get away from the issue, "As long as I complete this mission, I will definitely be absorbed by your old organization."
"So... you are not yet! Hunter who has not been absorbed by Hidden Path, huh, they are all Trash!"
Nesingwari's eyes narrowed again, and he saw a Bone Raven flying out from Shadow Vault. The old Hunter touched the Rifle behind him, but before he could pull out his gun, the gun in the hand of Hemet II next to him rang.
"Whoosh!"
There was no explosive cry, only a wind-like sound, which was the sound made by the silencer that came with the firearm. The soaring Bone Raven flapped its wings in the air, and finally flew lower and lower, smashing into the snow.
2 minutes later, two Dwarves picked up the struggling Bone Raven on the ground. This Wings was huge, with white bones all over. It was different from ordinary ravens. In its eyes, the light of Dark Green was shining. This kind of creature is abundant in Icecrown Glacier. It has a cruel temperament and feeds on carrion. Due to being infected by the dark Arcane Power for a long time, this creature is very sensitive to the breath of Necromancer, so it is often dared to pass on information to Undead people.
The information here refers to the very important kind. Ordinary information can be communicated with Mind Network inside Undead Scourge, but this kind of communication is not safe. Mage, which has a little research on the soul, can monitor this kind of soul fluctuation.
"Nice shot!"
Nesingwari carefully looked at the Bone Raven struggling in his hands. The second blow did not damage any part of the savage beast's body at all. It was just the heat of the bullet grazing the wings that destroyed the blood vessels of the beast Wings, making it unable to continue flying.
This is a skill that only the top Hunter can master, and it is also a detail that only the best Scout can do.
The second son proudly hugged his shoulders and lay in the snow, watching his father take out an encrypted leather Scroll from the raven's paw, and then put the Scroll prepared in advance into the mailbox of the paw.
This is their daily task. This change of information is a plan made by the wisest Mage people. The changed information is completely logical. The most important thing is that through this change of details, they will slowly and unknowingly tear out a real Defensive Line gap in the tightly defended Icecrown Glacier.
The struggling Bone Raven slowly became quiet under the penetration of green energy surging in Nesingwari's hands. Obviously, this is not an ordinary animal taming technique. To tame such a savage scavenger, you must have very superb skills.
Nesingwari, who has been dealing with the most dangerous beasts all year round, is a master at this. He is also one of the most powerful Beastmaster in Azeroth, but few people know this, because Nesingwari's marksmanship is obviously better.
The most famous achievement of this old Hunter was in the Orcish War that year. When Dragonmaw Orcs rode the enslaved Red Dragon to attack Menethil Harbor, he accurately exploded the head of a Red Dragon from 3,000 meters away. It was simply a miracle that cannot be copied.
"I actually never understand, Dad, is it meaningful to do these things every day?"
Hemet II's goggles have been searching around, waiting for the sudden arrival of danger. Staying with his relatives, this cold Hunter's character has obviously become more lively. He asked curiously, "Can't Arthas discover those unexpected changes of Undead?"
Old Nesingwari patiently finished everything he was doing, and patted the docile Bone Raven on the head. The ugly and savage creature screamed, then soared into the sky in the wind and snow, towards Vrykul in the middle of Icecrown Glacier Necromancer's City flew over. It wasn't until the raven disappeared into the darkness that old Hunter turned his head and said to his son,
"Of course it works! Second, do you still remember our journey with those bugs in Silithus Hunt?"
"Of course I remember! That was my first time participating in a Hunt hunt against Heroic prey. It was a great experience."
Hemet II touched his beard, and there was a pair of Bones-colored hoops on his beard, which were his trophies in that Hunt battle. A hoop made of Heroic Qiraji bones, which was priceless.
But that was definitely not what Nesingwari was talking about. Old Hunter looked around nervously, and after confirming that there was no danger, he spoke,
"Then do you still remember how those Qiraji contacted each other? Their social form!"
"It is distributed layer by layer. The upper layer will only receive information from the lower layer directly... By the way! Is this the case for Undead?"
Hemet II suddenly understood what his father meant. Old Hunter nodded and explained patiently,
"The same is true for Undead! Arthas will only accept information from the generals under his command. Unless necessary, he cannot directly intervene in the thinking of a certain low-level Commander. There are tens of millions of Undead. No matter how strong his spirit is, it is not enough. So as long as it does not involve a large-scale transfer of tens of thousands of people, Arthas will not find out at all."
The inner uneasiness of the old Hunter was getting stronger and stronger. Although it was a bit confusing, the Hunt instinct possessed by the top Hunter still reminded him that danger was coming, so he ended the chat with one sentence,
"Remember, II, all we need is a Defensive Line that is riddled with holes. In a war of attrition, we will never be Undead's opponent. We can only take the wrong side of the sword, and we... are Alliance Forces's sharpest sword!"
After saying that, old Hunter reached out and took off the special pistol from his belt, then pulled out his own Hunter's Hand Axe from his belt, and said in a low voice
"Go into disguise, II, and get ready for battle!"
After saying that, old Dwarves took a step forward and disappeared into the snow out of thin air. This was Hunter's top breath-containing technique - camouflage, which perfectly blended into the surrounding environment. To a certain extent, this technique was even more powerful than the thief's Stealth.
Hemet II was stunned for a moment, but because he was convinced of his father's hunting skills, he immediately entered the disguise. As a result, 10 seconds later, a Portal opened a few hundred meters away.
Lich, wearing a purple robe, walked out of Portal with five Death Knight. Lich's raw and emotionless voice loomed in the cold wind.
"Search this place! Masters Deathbringer and Blood Poison must ensure the absolute safety of this place!"
But before Lich finished speaking, three of the five Death Knight in front of him fell down, two were headshot by Hemet II's double guns, and the last one had his head chopped off by a sharp hand ax, followed by a stream of Holy Water. If this continues, the souls of such intermediate Undead are not under the control of Frostmourne. They will only enter Forge of Souls to wait for Resurrection after death. The direct watering of Holy Water can completely destroy these souls.
At least the integrity can be destroyed. In this way, even after Resurrection, it can only become the lowest level Risen, and there is no risk of leakage at all.
However, this Lich was quite reliable. At the first moment when it was attacked, it did not think about counterattack. Instead, it waved up its hands, took the only two Death Knight, and left this ghost place with Teleportation in the broken white light.
The next moment, their bodies appeared close to Shadow Vault.
"Damn! There is indeed an attacker! Go back! Report to Deathbringer!"
Lich, who had escaped from death, had just finished giving the order when the heads of the two Death Knight standing next to him exploded at once, and the corpses with half of their heads opened were smashed to the ground. The souls corroded by Holy Water howled and fled towards Forge of Souls in the southernmost part of Icecrown Glacier.
Before Lich could react, the last bullet hit his white skull between the eyebrows without penetrating. The special bullet, the moment it rushed into his brain, poured out the Compressed Holy Water hidden inside. As a result, this Lich couldn't even make a wailing sound, and his soul was completely scattered.
On the other side, Hemet II stared at his father in shock. Nesingwari was half-kneeling on the ground, holding a gorgeous blue Longspear in his hand. A touch of cyan smoke was flashing from the muzzle of the gun. There are blue Titanic Energy vibrations on both sides of the armrest, and there is a precision sight at the top. Outside the sight, a faint blue light shines through the air, making this weapon that combines ferocity and precision look particularly magnificent.
"You... are you kidding!"
Seeing old Hemet put away Rifle in his hand, the second generation screamed and rushed towards him. To be precise, it was the gun, but old Dwarves easily dodged it. The second generation scratched his head, with a confused look on his face, "This is at least 5,000 meters away, right? How can you shoot so accurately? The bullet's exit speed is wrong! It's at least five times faster than my Nessingway 4000! Dad, what kind of gun do you have?"
Nesingwari looked at the most precious treasure in his eyes, stroking Rifle in his hand, just like stroking his Sin'dorei lover,
"Don't compare your toy gun with this beauty. Aren't you curious why I broke my own Precept and joined this Expedition mission?"
"It's because of it! The second generation, Eye of the Eagle, the weapon that inherited the great power of Titans, the Most High of Hunter Relic, for it, let alone Necromancer, even if you have to go against the whole world, it is still worth it! It is my soul, it is my life! It is the meaning of my existence!"
"If there is something in this world that I must get... it must be this!"
"But you maintained Precept for 100 years?"
"Oh... forget about that stupid Precept, Second generation, we are Hunter, the Hemet family was born for Hunt! Everything in the world is our prey, Hunt beasts have made me tired of it, you know, every time Hunt starts, I know the final outcome, which is meaningless... not to mention, there is this gun..."
Old Dwarves shook his head, took one last look at Shadow Vault in the snow, put the Rifle in his hand back into the holster, and said to Hemet II beside him,
"This place is no longer safe, but it looks like the Undeads are planning to do something here, sending signals to Rexxar, Rogério, and Theron... It seems that the boring time of making small fuss is about to end. Cheers, II, the largest hunt in the history of Civilized World is about to begin!"