Chapter 702: Attack on the Knights of the Apocalypse

Chapter 702 Attack of the Apocalypse Knights

When the Alliance, Horde, and Covenant are ready to implement the strategy plan for Icecrown Glacier.

In the Icecrown Citadel, the Frozen Throne, the Lich King Arthas is sitting on his throne, with his hands on Frostmourne, listening to Kel'Thuzad's report in Naxxramas remotely through the soul network.

"Although the defense of Icecrown Glacier is still relatively complete, the enemy is attacking from three sides at the same time... I think it is necessary to prepare for the worst in advance."

Alsace seemed a little displeased with Kel'Thuzad's dejected words, but he also knew that the other party was just talking about the facts, and there was no doubt about Kel'Thuzad's loyalty.

Zul'Drak's failure annoyed the Lich King very much. Although the disaster still occupies one-third of Zul'Drak's land, anyone with a discerning eye can see that under the hunting of Loa and his subordinates, this The troll empire, which Arthas regarded as a source of soldiers, was worthless.

Once those Loa have wiped out the remnants of the Drakkari Empire, they will inevitably attack the Scourge Legion that invaded their residences. Zul'Drak can no longer provide reinforcements to the Scourge undead in Icecrown Glacier.

To make matters worse, the stormy cliffs, which were originally forbidden areas for both sides, have now opened their arms to the Azeroth coalition forces, but once the undead enter the mountains, they will immediately be ruthlessly attacked by the Titans.

The news that has recently reached Alsace's ears is almost all negative, which makes the anxiety that the Lich King should have been discarded along with his heart gradually return to him.

Kel'Thuzad, who was far above the Desolation Gate, didn't notice the change in Alsace's mood. Even if they were face to face, there was no expression on the other's face shrouded in the helmet of dominion.

"The best news is that the defense of Scourge Gate is still perfect. The Alliance and Horde have given up the shortcut of attacking this place, and instead set their targets on the gates of Icecrown Glacier."

"We can use these gates and fortresses to consume their vital strength, and even convert dead soldiers into our reinforcements."

Alsace finally suppressed the irritability in his heart at this time, and said to Kel'Thuzad in a calm tone, "The conversion work must be carried out as quickly as possible. Send Val'kyr to the front line to slow down the attack speed of the coalition forces as much as possible."

"Once it enters December... the harsh and extreme climate of Icecrown Glacier will make these fragile survivors realize what a real natural disaster is. That is the time for us to counterattack."

"Your Will."

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While the Lich King was getting ready to defend himself, Charlemagne had given the three artifacts that Azadas delivered to him to their masters.

King Saurfang seemed relatively calm when he took over the two-handed axe. Although he also had a joyful mood, it was not as exaggerated as the brown-skinned orc beside him who was grinning out of his molars...By the way, this The goods are Varok's son Dranosh.

"Thank you, Your Excellency the Regent, for making a special trip. I will definitely let this ax play an important role in the attack on Icecrown Glacier."

Charlemagne waved his hand indifferently, "Don't be so polite, the Titan Guardians originally wanted to provide us with some help in maintaining the peace of Azeroth from the side, after all, they really can't help now."

Ulduar, the reconstruction of the defense system of the Hall of Origin and the restart of Titan equipment around the world have consumed too much energy. Azeroth has been out of the care of the Titan Guardians for tens of thousands of years. These tasks are destined to not be completed in a short time. Completed.

"By the way, you still need to give this ax a name. Azadas didn't name these artifacts when he built them."

"The name..."

After listening to Charlemagne's words, Varok looked at the surface of the ax in a daze, and it took him a while to come back to his senses under the urging of the bewildered Dranosh.

"Let's call it Brooks, and name this artifact after my brother, so that his reputation will be passed on to the world."

Charlemagne shook his head with a smile, "Actually, Brox's name is already loud enough... But since you have already decided, this ax should be called Brox."

The next delivery is Muradin's shield. This guy is now charging at the forefront of the attack on the Deathwhisperer's post. It took Charlemagne riding Eragon for several hours in the snowstorm to find him.

After taking the shield, Muradin tried to wave it, the satisfaction on his face was almost beyond words, and even Magni reluctantly admitted that his forging skills were not yet able to create such a high-quality artifact.

Charlemagne patted the dwarf king on the shoulder and comforted him, "After all, Azadas has directly inherited the forging power of Kazgros. It is naturally very difficult for mortals to surpass him in this respect."

In the end, Muradin named the shield the Storm Avenger, symbolizing his upcoming revenge on Arthas.

Jaina's side is more casual. At this time, the lord of Theramore and princess of Kul Tiras is taking the Apocalypse Fortress across the sea to the Balagad Fortress.

After receiving the staff, the first thing she paid attention to was not the power of the artifact, but the magnificent staff itself...

Although Charlemagne seemed a little speechless, he had no interest in disturbing Jaina's viewing of the staff, since it was already owned by her anyway.

"How far is it from the goal? When will it arrive?"

Old Mograine heard the question behind him, tilted his head slightly and replied, "It is expected to fly to the top of the beach at around three o'clock tomorrow afternoon, but the main force transported by the fleet at sea should not arrive until the morning after tomorrow."

The Apocalypse Fortress is just a small floating fortress. Under the premise of maintaining the aloft, the inside of the fortress can only contain about 3,000 troops. The main force led by Ulan and Hamuir is the Theramore fleet from the sea. Logistical supplies are transported together.

Mograine's Apocalypse Knights will act as the vanguard. After arriving at the battle zone first, they will immediately enter the battlefield, striving to clear a safe area near the landing point of the main force.

Charlemagne nodded, and stood on the open-air platform of the Apocalypse Fortress with Mograine, looking at the majestic fortress in the distance.

"Your Apocalypse Knights have a relatively heavy task this time, and may suffer greater damage. Is it okay?"

"Ah…"

Mograine laughed lightly, his eyes flickering with the faint blue soul fire looked at the far east, as if he could see through the heavy wind and snow to see where Alsace was.

"We will never stop until we complete our revenge on that patricide monster. A little loss is nothing."

"and…"

Mograine smiled mysteriously, "I found that some death knights in the Scourge have awakened their own will, and maybe... they can become the fresh blood of the Apocalypse Knights."