Chapter 452

Dick stood on the ice of the iceberg, looking north of the storm cliff alone.

Under the black sky, he couldn't see audur. It was too far away, but he knew that audur was there. In that direction, it would be the end of his life.

Every life has something that must be done. The name of those things is mission. Dick knows that his mission is there, the city of Titan, where the ancient evil is held, where everything begins and ends.

He held his pipe in his mouth and grunted,

"Wisdom is priceless"

"Furfural..."

Thick smoke was exhaled from his mouth, and then dispersed by the cold wind around the iceberg. There were falling snowflakes flying around him, which made him look like a statue in the snow. Not far away, the giant eagle Scouts of the frost dwarfs had set out, and they were shouldering the daily hunting and reconnaissance tasks. After Muradin arrived, the giant eagle Scouts of the frost dwarfs had set out, The life style of the frost dwarfs did change.

They are adapting to this cold Valley in another way, where the weak can't survive, and the frost dwarfs are trying their best to get rid of the weak.

This is life, when it appears in a certain place, it will not easily dissipate, but will do everything to survive, and then live better, and finally transform the surrounding environment.

Dick likes this world, not only because it has a more wonderful life, but also because of the variety of everything in this world, whether it is scenery or life.

"I heard your story from Brian and what you've done for the Bronzebeard family, for me and my brother... Dick, friend of Bronzebeard, thank you."

A slightly weak voice came from behind, Muradin.

Earlier, Magny had left frost castle to go to the front line of keel wilderness, while Brian, who could not spare time, was led by frost dwarfs to observe the relics left ten thousand years ago. Dick was about to leave, and he didn't have much time to relax.

Sometimes, to be valued means to pay a lot. To be valued by the world means to bear the pressure that ordinary people can't imagine.

The good news is that Dick is used to it. The bad news is that dick may have a long time to go.

"What are your plans?"

The paladin sat cross legged on the cold ice, less than half a meter in front of him, on the edge of the iceberg mountain range. A glance at the cliff would make people dizzy.

Muradin, with a smile, also sat cross legged beside Dick. He was holding a small silver wine pot in his hand. His eyes were more or less at a loss. In five years, too many things have changed. Even Lordaeron, a great human power, has been destroyed once and rebuilt again. The world has changed so much that Muradin decided that he needs to wait and see for a while.

But there doesn't seem to be much time left for him.

Faced with Dick's problem, he took a sip of wine and said with his eyes closed,

"Take revenge on Arthas first, then... And then go back to Ironforge."

"Don't care about the frost dwarfs here?"

Dick asked with a smile, "you must know that without your deterrence, they will be defeated again by the steel dwarves within a year. The rebirth of a race can not be completed in just five years."

"Hoo... Frankly, I'm at a loss. I don't belong here. Even if I pretend to be a frost dwarf, I'm still a bronze bearded man. There's a gap in my heart... They won't leave here."

Muradin bowed his head, a little depressed, obviously had talked with his "peers", it seems that the result is not very good.

But Dick doesn't care at all. At his present level, a small race with less than 20000 people is hardly a problem. He leisurely looks at the blue ancestor dragon flying in the distant sky, takes another puff of his pipe, and says to Muradin in the smoke,

"You saw our war with the iron legion, didn't you?"

"Well, it's very cruel. In fact, our scouts would not show up if your earthlings didn't break into the place where we store Eagle eggs. It's not a war that frost dwarfs can participate in. It's too cruel. I even think it's not a war between mortals... It's more like a war between gods."

Muradin took another sip of wine and watched the snowy battlefield in the distance. Frost dwarf watched all this silently outside the battlefield. He almost watched the war from the beginning of the fierce to the present anxiety. 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 performance of fighting animals. At the beginning, the matador will always stir up the bull's emotions, make him angry and anxious. When he gets used to the abnormal emotions, the real killing will come."

The paladin patted Muradin on the shoulder,

"Take the frost dwarfs away from here and take them to damorro. If they don't want to go, let them watch everything here and wait quietly. It will soon become hell... The real war is about to start."

The Dwarf Warrior was silent for a moment. He looked at Dick,

"I wonder who you are? Are you really a mortal who was penniless five years ago? You shouldn't have been so obscure while I was still in Azeroth. "

The paladin stood up and gave Muradin a mysterious smile,

"Shh, it's a secret. By the way, I heard that you are a forging master no less than his majesty Magny. It happens that I have something I need your help. I can go to K3 in my spare time. You will be interested in it, believe me!"

Muradin nodded. Just as Dick turned to leave, he suddenly thought of something, so he called to Dick,

"Don't go yet, Dick. I'll show you something. It's said that you are going to fight against the Lich King. It will definitely help you!"

Dick looked back at Muradin curiously, then followed him to sit on the white giant eagle. Under the gray sky light and shadow, he flew to the southwest of the iceberg. In a few minutes, Dick's eyes widened.

Just below him, under the clouds, there is a valley, which is occupied by the dead. Most importantly, the valley is almost directly below the iceberg mountains. Most importantly, the valley is located within the cold wall of the icecap GLACIER!

A natural breakthrough!

The paladin immediately realized the place he had completely forgotten, and Muradin called out to Dick,

"Here... It's called Echo Valley by the frost dwarfs. It's the three sides of icecap glacier, Jingge forest and storm cliff. There's a path from the frost castle to this area. It's the secret road left by the frost Dwarfs' ancestors. If you need it, I can open it to you!"

The paladin's eyes flashed a sharp light. Muradin's gift came too timely. Originally, there were only two landing ports for icebreaker, and they were too far away from Icecrown fortress. Now with echo Valley, the warriors can even rush into the vicinity of Icecrown fortress within 20 minutes by riding a horse!

It's a natural, perfect place for a surprise attack! With it, the success rate of the original surprise attack plan with risks was much higher.

"You've helped us a lot, Muradin. It's the best gift. A steel knife that pierces Alsace's heart!"

"Hahaha, don't mention it. To help you is to help me. Don't forget, he and I have an account to settle!"

Dwarf soldiers and Dick's laughter spread far in the wind, which is their luck and Alsace's misfortune.

Just as Dick and Muradin waved goodbye, on the other side, an encounter had just begun.

Varian walked in the hall of the temple of dragon sleep. He looked at the relief on the walls around him with a little wonder. It was the skillful craftsman of the giant dragons who recorded the stories about the past of the world. Most of them were not even spread in the human world. It was an epic before the birth of civilization.

Anyone allowed to enter here will be amazed.

Anduin is following his father with his shield on his back. He has lived near longmian temple for half a month. As the representative of storm kingdom in this war, the little prince has little pressure, because he is not the specific commander.

The commander-in-chief of the alliance is knight Tirion fordin and Duke Bolvar, as well as general shantis Yuyue from the night elves, marshal vandal leispear of the dwarves, knights Mograine and other battlefield veterans. Under their command, the recent war of the alliance is very smooth, and the danger of edro nerub is rapidly reducing, Especially after Dalaran and karazan's mage group jointly blocked all the exits of the spider demon kingdom in Longmen wilderness, the Allied forces have not been raided for five days.

The fortress of futagen, the forward base, was also built near the tomb of garakron, which will be the preset battlefield for the battle of angassa.

As a king, Varian would not come here to watch the history of the dragon. In fact, he came to the front line with the same mind as king McGonagall. As a soldier, he had to see the comparison between the two sides to be at ease.

But at the end of this battlefield trip, when Varian and Anduin were about to leave the hall of longmian temple, they met the last people they wanted to meet.

Thrall, wearing his simple armor, walked into the hall from the other side with the overlord of sarufar and the commanders of the tribe, just to meet Varian and Anduin.

The little prince immediately noticed his father's hand on the hilt of his sword, and the change in the momentum of King Varian.

"Chief thrall... Long time no see."

Varian said hello in a loud voice, but his hand did not move away from the hilt. Sal was stunned by this sudden encounter. Sarufal turned over and stood in the middle of Varian and sal. The old soldier was very accurate. If Varian launched a charge, he would stop him.

But the next moment, the orc chief took a deep breath and passed sarufal's protection. His blue eyes looked at Varian and answered in the same loud voice,

"Good day, King Varian."

In the hand of the orc chief, he also holds the weapon, the hammer of destruction, which once defeated marshal LOSA.

"I heard that your work of building the forward base is not going well..."

Varian looked at Sal and said calmly, "shall I send soldiers to help?"

Sal's eyes narrowed, and then he said with a smile, "don't bother the alliance warriors. It's just some obstacles. The tribal warriors will soon overcome them. In this land, it's not worth mentioning."

Anduin felt the stagnation of the atmosphere. He looked up at Bain Bloodhoof, who was a good friend he met while traveling in the broken islands. Bain also seemed at a loss. He could only respond to Anduin with his eyes: the meeting between the two leaders was really an accident!

Galush, behind salufar, was stunned at the moment when he saw Varian. He couldn't help touching the axe handle behind the bloody roar. The young Orc soldiers thought about the scene of meeting ragosh for countless times, but they didn't expect that ragosh's identity was so amazing!

But none of this affected the confrontation between the two leaders. Varian heard Sal's refusal, and he laughed,

"Let's talk about other places, about your frequent contact with the black stone Orc remnant army in the sad swamp, and the Dragon throated orcs who were beaten and abandoned by the monsters in twilight highland. You are doing a dangerous thing, Sal. Tell me, are you going to reorganize the old tribe and start a new war?"

The tone of his voice became tough in vain, and sal was not easy to deal with, but he didn't answer. This time, the overlord of safalur came back,

"We don't want to start a war, but to face a fierce opponent, I have to make preparations in advance. For example, mi7's activities in Shizhao mountain range and desolate land seem not to be the traditional territory of storm Kingdom, your majesty Varian. In fact, I wonder why we can't stop these boring little actions, And fight like a real fighter? "

"Or are you afraid?"

With safalur's words, Varian's eyes immediately became dangerous. A red spark of anger flashed away on Varian's palm. But soon, Sal spoke,

"All right! Forgive sarufal, King Varian. He's just a soldier, and he can only think from the perspective of a soldier. Why don't we let go of our hatred and join hands to get through the present stage? Infighting will only make Alsace happier. No one wants him to, will it

"Hoo..."

Varian breathed a sigh of relief and moved his left hand away from the hilt. He nodded to sal,

"You're right, chief thrall. This is not a good time to discuss the hatred of the past. After the threat of Alsace is removed, we'll calculate the accounts of the past, about the gratitude and resentment between my father, my kingdom and your ancestors, blood and blood, glory and glory."

As soon as Sal's face changed, before he could speak, Varian turned his eyes to sarufal,

"Overlord safarur... You know, I'm also a soldier, so... I'll have a good fight with you on the battlefield. Believe me, it won't be too far away."

With that, Varian and Anduin passed the tribal commanders and walked out of the hall. As they passed by garrush, Varian whispered,

"Don't let this weapon down, boy!"

"I always remember that oath, but if it's on the battlefield, I won't be merciful, ragosh..."

"... no, meeting me on the battlefield will be the beginning of your nightmare, so don't die here, boy. I'm waiting to get blood roar back from you."