If we have to say that there are any indigenous creatures in Northrend, then the most representative one should be Vrykul, which is widely distributed in every area.
In ancient times, in the era of Ymiron, they were almost the rulers of this continent. However, as time passed, even their faith, Odyn, was lost, and the originally powerful Vrykul kingdom was torn apart.
However, this does not affect the survival and reproduction of these powerful creatures in every area.
Even Icecrown Glacier also has the existence of the powerful Vrykul clan. Their name is Yuldrin Clan. When Lich King emerged from under the earth, it killed those Yul'dim who had been fighting for who knows how many years. When Champion and Resurrection, this powerful tribe was also in the whirlpool of life and death, and finally took refuge in Arthas.
In fact, on this big ice block full of Risen and Undead, Yuldrin Clan and Death Warrior are the most feared existences. They are numerous and powerful. The most important thing is that even after returning from death, these Vrykul still retain their bellicose Bloodlust nature.
This may be good news for Lich King, as Yuldrin Clan will become his Elite Burning Legion, helping him block all opponents who rush into Icecrown Glacier, but for others, this is out-and-out bad news.
Everyone will feel a headache when they think of fighting those Vrykul who are over 3 meters tall and blessed with death energy.
Vengeance Landing, this is a small island that has been hidden on the ice in the northernmost part of the Great Sea.
This is also one of the two entry points of Breaking the Ice. Its location is the top secret of Alliance Forces and even the entire Civilized World. Only the rulers of various forces and the senior officials of Alliance Forces know about it. Even those guys operating on the island do not know.
Cult of the Damned's spies are located in every corner of Civilized World. These guys who are willing to bow before the throne of Arthas have no shame at all, but the harm they cause is far greater and more crazy than those Undead who are on the frontal battlefield.
In the current Eastern Kingdoms, the Cursed Cultists are being burned at the stake every day, but this is not enough to curb their madness. The war between the two sides has reached the most critical moment. Arthas is dead, and they are destined not to survive. In order to have the right to live, almost everyone goes crazy.
Darion, dressed in military uniform, was sitting on the dock of Vengeance Landing, constantly wiping the sword blade of "Old Geezer" with a whetstone. In front of his eyes, black clouds were almost hanging above his head, and a faint white light was revealed from the gaps in the black clouds, making the sky even more strange and gloomy.
The sea in front of me is not a blue wave, but pale, a thick paleness. This is a piece of the Sea, Desolation and Despair that are permanently frozen, turning into Storm that does not want to be silent. Amid the howling, unimaginable low temperatures shrouded the ice, and snow and hail fell from the sky, hovering almost non-stop in the sky and the earth. In this extreme weather, even Arthas and Gargoyle were unable to enter here for investigation.
This also creates Vengeance Landing's unique environment. It's harsh here, crazy here, and unbearable, but it's hidden enough here, and that's enough!
Darion's shoulders and head were covered with snowflakes, and even his eyebrows and beard were frozen by Frost, but he was still polishing his weapons silently, and then raised his head from time to time, looking at the sky, as if waiting for something.
It's like a lonely Wardens in a completely white scene.
The scar on young Warrior's eye gave him a more indifferent temperament, although he himself was a very easy-to-deal with person.
"Hoo!"
Another burst of deadly low-temperature cold wind blew, and Darion tightened his black cloak. At this moment, a looming black shadow moved quickly above the black clouds, appeared in the white light, and then disappeared again. Straight through the wind and snow of death, this shadow fell into Darion's sight.
He put down the whetstone in his hand, then took out a long tube made of animal skin from the special belt buckle, lit the lead at the top, and held it high in the air. The next moment, a red spark rushed into the sky, blooming like a Team Battle flag in the wind and snow. In less than a second, the light dispersed.
This is an extremely risky move, but without the guidance of this firelight, it would be impossible for the guy hovering in the icy sky to find the exact location of Vengeance Landing on this frozen sea.
A few minutes later, like black lightning, the black shadow shot down from the black cloud above Darion. Only when you look carefully, you will find that it is a Dragon, Black Dragon.
Above Black Dragon's head, there is also a tall Vrykul standing Warrior, he carries a unique Horned Helm, which is the Horned Warhelm that the leaders of Vrykul often wear, but one of the horns of this War Helm was partially cut off by some kind of sharp weapon, which looks a little weird.
That was an acquaintance of Darion... a guy he had always wanted to defeat.
"This damn weather! This damn place!"
When Gavincente was still more than ten meters away from the ground, he jumped down from Black Dragon's head. Behind him, the black body of Dragon gradually appeared in the light and turned into a head. A human woman with black hair, a cold face, and a special metal lock around her neck looked at Darion with disdain, let out a disdainful snort, and turned around and walked towards Vengeance Landing's castle filled with falling snow.
"Onyxia..."
Darion's brows raised and he looked at Vrykul, "Why is she here?"
Vrykul Warrior spread his hands and said with a headache,
"To cross the sky without attracting Arthas's attention, only Dragon can achieve that height. She was the only one I could find in Wyrmrest Temple. Dragon, the only one with an idle head, Anduin lent her to me temporarily."
"Okay."
Darion didn't care about these minutiae. He shook the snowflakes from his body and waved to Gavincente.
"Come with me and let's talk about what you have to bear this time."
Vrykul moved Fist, straightened Broken-Horn Helm on top of his head, and followed Darion. He asked curiously,
"What's going on? It sounds like there is something else? The recruitment I received only said that I was asked to fight, and it was related to Vrykul."
Darion did not answer immediately, but walked to a house by the dock and opened the door. The brazier from inside the room gave the place a touch of warmth. The two of them sat at the table. Darion took out a roll of animal skin from his arms, spread it out, and placed it in front of Gavincente.
"The news you heard is correct, your mission is to fight! But it requires a little skill!"
"Huh?"
Gavincente looked at Darion with some confusion. The latter pointed at Vengeance Landing's real East and said to him,
"Icecrown Glacier's West direction is guarded by the Yuldrin Clan, and they rely on their Fortress City Baalgarde and Jotunheim are always blocking the sea to the west. They are powerful and have a large number of people. Vengeance Landing guys, including me, we can only carry out surprise operations. But once we are attacked by Jotunheim, there is absolutely no way we can capture Shadow Vault and Odosa within the planned time, which means that all previous preparations will be in vain."
Darion turned his head and looked at Gavincente, "But Vrykul of Jotunheim is not without its shortcomings. They have a large Arena in that City, called Valhallas Tournament, and people of all ethnic groups can participate. But they will be closely monitored. Only Vrykul like you will not ask about their origins. The best thing is that on Arena, anyone who has won ten consecutive games can challenge Yuldrin Lord. Each challenge will attract many Vrykul to watch... This is your mission."
Warrior emphasized his tone,
"We will place Positioning Stone on you. Its function is to provide parameter targets for the fleet's bombardment. For at least 1 hour, you can choose to delay or Execute in the battle. Yuldrin Lord, cut off the westernmost tentacles of Arthas on Icecrown Glacier, and you must cooperate with the fleet attack to make Jotunheim a mess, giving us time to capture the two Dark Citadel!"
"One hour?... Well, that's about enough. That sounds pretty good. I like Arena... When should I leave?"
Darion took out his Pocket Watch, took a look at it, and then said to Gavincente,
"In 30 minutes... we'll set off together!"
Hearing that time was so tight, Gavincente frowned, but then relaxed again and patted his belly.
"Then quickly bring me some food and wine... I have to eat and drink enough to have the strength to be a challenger... well, a massacre."
Just as Gavincente was feasting and drinking at the port of Vengeance Landing, in the deep Tunnel where Echo Valley and Storm Peaks met, densely packed Dwarves soldiers were preparing to enter the final reserved position one by one according to the formation.
Muradin is holding Warhammer in one hand and War Axe in the other. He is wearing a hard armor and has a Steel Helmet on his head, standing Fandral Staghelm beside him kept smoking, carrying a Heavy Axe behind his back, while Angerforge was carrying a Greatsword that was about the same height as him. He was walking back and forth not far away, obviously a little anxious.
Dwarves Prince leaned against the wall and closed his eyes to rest, his ears filled with the sound of Dwarves soldiers' armor clashing. He was waiting, waiting for the blood and fire that was about to begin.
Fandral Staghelm raised the Pocket Watch in his hand, took a look at it through the light in Tunnel, and whispered,
"There are still 1 hour and 27 minutes... Angrathar should have already started."
Muradin's eyes did not open. He seemed to be asleep. He took a deep breath.
"Yes, hundreds of thousands of people on the frontal battlefield are delaying our time... This responsibility is a bit heavy."
"I have fought all my life, but this time is the only one that puts me under a lot of pressure. Can you understand? Fandral Staghelm... If we lose, if we fail to achieve the set goals and thus affect the entire war situation, then we will be... sinners."
Hearing Muradin's deep voice, Fandral Staghelm suddenly tightened his grip on Smoking Pipe's hand, and Angerforge who walked to the side was also a little stunned. The battle was about to begin, but the coach reacted like this, which really made people feel a little uneasy.
But the next moment, Muradin's eyes opened. The old Dwarves's eyes had never been so bright. He looked at the closed cave Great Door in front of him, and he slowly exhaled,
"But even so, I'm still here... I took the risk of becoming a sinner in the world, not to seek failure!"
"Five years ago, I was almost killed by Arthas in that snowy field... So, today I'm here, and I want to tell Arthas that it's time to return the sword he slashed at me back then!"
"This war, to me... is nothing more than that!"
"Hey... I crawled back from Hell. Now, I want to send that bastard into Hell. Are you willing to come with me?"