Azeroth Trail of Light

If there are any indigenous creatures in Northrend, the most representative ones should be the Vrykul who are widely distributed in every area.

In ancient times, in the years before Ymiron’s time, they were almost the rulers of this continent, but with the passage of time, even their beliefs, Odin, have disappeared, and they were originally powerful. The kingdom of the Vrykul was thus torn apart.

But this does not affect the survival and reproduction of these powerful creatures in every area.

Even in Icecrown Glacier there is a powerful Vrykul clan. They are called the Yuldin clan. When the Lich King came from beneath the earth, it resurrected the Yuldin warriors who had been killed for so many years. At the time, this powerful tribe was also in the whirlpool of life and death, and finally took refuge in Arthas.

In fact, on this large ice block full of walking corpses and undead, the death warriors of the Juldin clan are the most feared existence. They are numerous, they are powerful, and most importantly, even from Returning from death, these Vrykul still retain their warlike and bloodthirsty nature.

This may be good news for the Lich King. The Yuldin clan will become his elite legion, helping him to block all opponents who rushed into the Icecrown, but for others, this is true. The bad news.

The thought of fighting against those Vrykul who are more than 3 meters tall and blessed by death energy, everyone will feel a headache.

Port of Vengeance, this small island that has been hidden on the northernmost ice of the endless sea.

This is also one of the two breakthrough points for icebreaking. Its location is the top secret of the coalition army and the entire civilized world. Only the rulers of various forces and the high-level coalition forces know about it, even those who are active on the island. Do not know at all.

The spies cursing the religion are spread all over every corner of the civilized world. These guys who are willing to bow their heads before the throne of Alsace have no shame at all, but they cause far more harm than the undead on the battlefield. Bigger and crazier.

In the current Eastern Continent, cultists are burned to death on the stake every day, but this is not enough to contain their madness. The battle between the two sides has reached the most critical juncture. Alsace is dead, and they are doomed to live. Going down, almost everyone is crazy for the right to live.

"Crack, crack"

Dalyan in a uniform sits on the pier of Vengeance Harbor, using the whetstone to wipe the sword body of the "old man". In front of his eyes, black clouds hang almost above his head, and the faint white light shines from the dark clouds. The gap revealed the strangeness and gloom of the sky.

The sea in front of me is not a blue wave, but pale, a thick pale, this is a permanently frozen sea, barrenness and despair turned into a storm that does not want to be silent, and in the lonely howl, it envelopes an unimaginable low temperature. On this icy seal, there are falling snow and hail from the sky, circling around the world almost non-stop. In this extreme weather, even the gargoyles of Alsace cannot enter here to investigate.

This also created the unique environment of Vengeance Port. It is bad here, crazy here, unbearable here, but it is hidden enough here, that's enough!

Dalyan’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 in silence, and then raised his head from time to time, looking at the sky, as if waiting What's going on.

It was like a lonely watchman in a white scene.

The scar on the young soldier's eye brought him a more indifferent temperament, even though he himself was a very good person to deal with.

"call!"

Another deadly cold wind blows, and Dalyan tightens his black cloak. At this moment, a looming black shadow quickly advances above the black cloud, appears in the faint white light, and then disappears. Straight through the wind and snow of death, this shadow fell into Dalyan’s sight. He put down the whetstone in his hand, then removed a long tube made of animal skin from the special belt buckle, and connected the top lead. Lit, held high in the air.

The next moment, a red spark rushed into the sky, bursting into the wind and snow like a battle flag, and within a second, the light spread.

This is an extremely risky move, but without the guidance of this kind of firelight, it would be impossible for the guy hovering above the icy sky to find the exact location of the Vengeance Port on this frozen sea.

After a few minutes, the black shadow rushed down from the black cloud above Dalyan like a black lightning. Upon closer inspection, he found that it was a huge dragon, a black dragon.

On top of the black dragon, there is a tall Vrykul warrior standing. He wears a unique horned helmet. It is the horned helmet that the leaders of the Vrykul often wear, but one of the horns of this helmet is Part of it was cut off by some kind of sharp weapon, and it looked somewhat strange.

That's Dalyan's acquaintance...a guy he has always wanted to defeat.

"This **** weather! This **** place!"

Gavincent jumped from the top of the black dragon's head when he was ten meters away from the ground. Behind him, the body of the black dragon gradually manifested in the light, turning into a black head. A human female with hair, a cold expression and a special metal lock on her neck, she glanced at Daly with contempt, let out a sneer of disdain, then turned and walked towards the castle filled with falling snow in the Port of Vengeance. Past.

"Onyxia..."

Dalyan raised his brows, and he looked at the Vrykul, "Why is she here?"

The Vrykul warrior opened his hands and said with a headache,

"To cross the sky without attracting Alsace’s attention, only a dragon can do that. She is the only dragon that I can find in the Temple of Wyrmrest, and Anduin Lend her to me temporarily."

"Ok."

Dalyan didn’t care about these details. He shook the snowflakes on his body and beckoned to Gavincent.

"Come with me, let's talk about what you have to take on this time."

The Vrykul moved his fist, straightened the helmet on the top of his head, and followed Dalyan, he asked curiously,

"What's the matter? It sounds like there is something else? The recruit I received only said that it was for me to fight, and it was related to the Vrykul."

Dalyan did not answer immediately, but walked to a house by the dock and opened the door. The brazier from the inside of the room gave it a touch of warmth. Two people sat at the table and Dalyan took out a roll from his arms. The animal skin, spread out, was placed in front of Gavincent.

"The news you heard is not wrong, your task is to fight! But it takes a little bit of skill!"

"Ok?"

Gavincent looked at Dalyan unclearly, who pointed to the east of Vengeance Port and said to him,

"The western direction of Icecrown Glacier is guarded by the Juldin clan. They rely on their fortress cities Balagarde and Jotunheim to block the more western seas at all times. They are powerful and large in number. Vengeance Port The guys, including me, we can only carry out raids, but once we are attacked from Jodenheim, we absolutely cannot capture the Shadow Dome and Odosa within the planned time. That means before All of the preparations will be in vain."

Dalyan turned his head and looked at Gavincent, "But the Vrykul of Jotunheim are not without their shortcomings. They have a large arena in that city called the Wallachas Tournament. Everyone can participate, but they will be closely monitored. Only Vrykul like you will not ask about the origin. The best thing is that in that arena, anyone with ten consecutive victories can challenge Lord Juldin. Every challenge will attract many Vrykul people to watch...this is your mission."

The soldier increased his tone,

"We will place a positioning stone on you. Its function is to provide a parameter target for the artillery of the fleet. At least 1 hour, you can choose to drag or kill Lord Juldin in battle, and sever Alsace. The tentacles on the westernmost side of Icecrown Glacier, and you must cooperate with the fleet attack to make Drowtenheim a mess, and give us time to capture the two dark acropolises!"

"One hour?...Well, it's almost enough. This sounds good. I like the arena... When do I leave?"

Dalyan took out his pocket watch, took a look, and said to Gavincent,

"In 30 minutes... let's set off together!"

Hearing that time was so tight, Gavincent frowned, but then relaxed again. He patted his stomach.

"Then get me something to eat, and wine... I have to eat and drink enough to have the strength to be a challenger... well, to be a butcher."

Just as Gavincent was eating and drinking at the port of Vengeance, in the deep tunnel where Echo Valley and Storm Cliff meet, densely packed dwarven soldiers are in formation, preparing for each team. Enter the final reserved position.

Muradin was holding a warhammer in one hand and a battle axe in the other. He was wearing a hard armor and a helmet on top of his head. Fandral stood beside him smoking a cigarette, and his back was A heavy axe, while Angefu was carrying a heavy sword about the same height as him, and was walking back and forth not far away, obviously a little anxious.

The prince of the dwarves leaned against the wall and closed his eyes to rest, his ears were full of the sound of the armors of the dwarf soldiers, he was waiting, waiting for the blood and fire that was about to begin.

Fandral raised the pocket watch in his hand, took a look at the light in the tunnel, and whispered,

"There are still 1 hour and 27 minutes... Angasa should have already started."

Muradin’s eyes didn’t open, he seemed to be asleep, and he took a deep breath.

"Yes, hundreds of thousands of people on the frontal battlefield are delaying time for us... this responsibility is a bit serious."

"I have fought a whole life, but this time it is the only one that puts me under a lot of pressure, can you understand? Fandral... If we lose, if we fail to reach the set goal, which affects the whole battle, then we are... Sinner."

Hearing Muradin’s low voice, Fandral’s hand holding the pipe suddenly squeezed, and Angerford, who walked to the side, was also a little dumbfounded. The battle was about to begin, but the coach’s reaction was like this. rest assured.

But the next moment, Muradin’s eyes opened. The old dwarf’s eyes had never been so bright before. He looked at the closed cave door in front of him, and he let out a sigh of relief.

"But even so, I'm here...I came here at the risk of becoming a sinner in the world, not for the sake of failure!"

"5 years ago, I was almost killed by Alsace in that snowy field... So, today I am here, and I want to tell Alsace that the sword he used to cut me back then is time to come back!"

"This war, for me... nothing more!"

"Fur... I have crawled back from hell, and now, I want to send that offal into hell, you guys, would you like to come with me?"