The vast mountains were covered in snow that had lain for ten thousand years. This was a valley of absolute silence and stillness. In the savage days of antiquity, the Titans, possessed of boundless power, had left two sacred terraces towering among these mountains. For certain special reasons, however, both terraces now stood deserted. Black plants, like tentacles from a nightmare, had swept over them, leaving only blackened remains coiled atop the terraces, like a stain of corruption upon their sacred history.
But this scene had persisted here for tens of thousands of years. It was not that no one had noticed, only that those beings capable of dealing with it had little time or energy to spare for this place.
Now, an enormous army was advancing silently through these savage mountains. It was a powerful legion composed of Steel Iron Dwarves, Iron Vrykul, and Iron Giants, numbering roughly ten to twelve thousand. They had come directly from beyond Ulduar's chasm, reaching the depths of the Storm Peaks through some special means.
Their objective was clear. Following the road ahead would take them through these wild mountains in the northeastern Storm Peaks. Their final destination was the Forge of Wills, already occupied by the spirits and the Mogu Burning Legion.
Clearly, this was a raiding force.
Leading them was a towering Iron Vrykul general, the champion who guarded the Halls of Lightning, a mighty veteran of the ancient campaigns against the Elemental Lords: General Biyagri, loyal subordinate of the Titan Keeper Loken.
Three full months had passed since the end of the War Against the Undead. Once Dick devoted all his energy to the campaign in the Storm Peaks, the assaults of the spirits and the Mogu Burning Legion grew even fiercer. Especially after the Earthen near the Halls of