Since we were ready, there was nothing to prepare, so we got on the warship 21? On the journey to Northrend.

Yes, I once thought about this experience: leading the high troops to eliminate the miscellaneous 6 entrenched in the North, and then return triumphantly and accept the respect of everyone. I mean the true respect from the heart...

As it seems, everything is as planned, but because some relationships have not been handled well, I feel that some are not the same as the plan, and even the most unwilling ending. I looked at the endless seaside and thought, although the sailors of Kultilas drove the ship very smoothly, I seemed to be a little seasick.

However, Jaina, who is familiar with me, did not come to ask if I was safe, but tried to be with the rangers as much as possible. Perhaps she was understanding the situation or trying to let us communicate again. But unfortunately, there was nothing along the way, except that the elves could repay her with good impressions.

Yes, if all the elves really regard her as someone worth getting close to, it will prove from the opposite side that some things I can no longer recover.

Or, I can't save anything. I really have no need to watch the two of them communicate like friends, so I can only watch the cold sea water constantly knocking on the base of the boat, and my thoughts are placed in the cold north.

I don't know how long it took to go north here, nor do I know if there are any enemies in it, such as the Naga or the Dead Navy. However, everything went very smoothly and I didn't encounter any enemies at all. I just saw some strange creatures when I was about to reach my destination. The most common ones were polar penguins, and some other seal-like creatures. From their appearance, they could also see that they showed curiosity and comfort towards us, or this also showed that the undead had not threatened their habitat. This is undoubtedly good news for me, because it also shows that the natural disasters and undead are still in its infancy.

Fifteen days later, we finally arrived at the snowy land and successfully climbed 6 on a relatively stable coastline. However, we did not arrive here first. Crassus and the blue dragon Caregus, who was the host, were already waiting for us there.

"Hello, old friend." When the ship approached the shore, I jumped down to greet my two old friends. I was really excited to see him coming to support me. After all, if Blue Dragon joins, there will be more chance of winning this time, but when I said this, he shook his head regretfully.

"Arsace, I want to say it's a pity that I'm just here to get together with you, and I can't help you anything?"

"Why?" I asked questioningly, and Crassus answered the question for him.

"Because your dwarf master shot and killed a blue dragon and injured Karegoth, this behavior is enough to anger Malygoth. I think the Blue Dragon King did not order those dwarves to be lucky."

"I'm sorry, because they have fought with the Red Dragon, so..." I wanted to continue that history, but looking at the red dragon mage's angry face, I felt that I could shut up first.

"It doesn't matter. I also persuaded the king to stay neutral... absolutely neutral."

"I understand, thank you." I bowed deeply to him, but since he said that, he must know the location of the dwarf. "Where is he?"

"They were surrounded by a group of undead in the east, and that's what I want to tell you, I think you will support them immediately."

"That's of course. I will lead a part of the troops to rescue them myself, and I will let him apologize for you in person."

"There's no need..." Caregus signaled me not to continue, but turned into a prototype. It seemed that he was going to say goodbye to me. "I have told Crasus the distribution of the undead legion, and I believe you can help us eliminate those deformed creatures."

"Yeah, thank you."

"Goodbye, humans..." Karegos said so and left with a little sadness. Yes, I could see in his back that they were indeed an indescribable difficulty as a member of the Blue Dragon. The madness of the Dragon King, the decline of the population, the occupation of habitat, etc. really made them feel depressed, and these feelings still cannot be communicated with mortals like us.

I think it is indeed necessary to help them invade their quiet creatures, but do that first.

"Crasus I think you can become a prototype to guide us to save those dwarves."

"Sorry, I may not be able to become a dragon, otherwise I will be attacked by my own people." Crasus said so, as if he was angry with me for telling me some of the past that made him unbearable, or was angry at the dwarf's hurting his fellow tribe. In short, he showed some unwillingness to cooperate, but fortunately he was just showing this on his lips.

"Well, you're right, then let's hike, hope we can get there soon."

"Of course, just climb over that snow mountain."

Crassus pointed to the highest mountain nearby, and I couldn't help but sigh at this.

“It’s not very far…”

In this way, I assembled some mobile troops, and most of the other infantry stayed here to build a port in order to build this place into a human settlement in the future. Yes, this place seems to be more suitable for living, but if you really ensure the safety of those living here, you have to eliminate the dead. As for sovereignty, I believe that those elves with strict habitat requirements will not be interested in such a cold place.

I thought so, so after I arranged my own order, I led the mobile troops there.

We left in the morning and until afternoon, the troops climbed over the mountain. Looking at the cedars all over the ground, I thought the whole place would be as quiet as the place we had just arrived, but when I passed through the mountain, I realized that the dead had appeared here. After the rangers' bows and arrows were shot out, I also realized the traces of those things they had noticed. Yes, it seemed that they were heading in one direction.

"Quick, the dwarves need support."

Sylvanas said, yes, although I couldn't see where the dwarf she was talking about, I quickly realized the place surrounded by the undead while attacking.

A small fortress built with ice cubes, and the sound of gunshots was obviously a sound that only dwarf muskets should have.

I think all soldiers are familiar with this kind of voice, so I don’t need to remind you at all. Everyone understands how to deal with the enemy in front of you at this time.

Although there are many enemies, it is a pity that they are all purely created undead creatures and there is no commander, so there is no structure for fighting. On the other hand, we have a powerful Red Dragon Mage like Crassus and others, and the enemy has no power to resist.

After seeing the flags of our alliance and Lordaeron, the dwarf inside opened the city gates of the long seal and attacked these enemies together, and soon destroyed them with our joint efforts.

Just when the war was over, the dwarf master who had not seen him for many years came to me with a huge smile.

"Oh, Alsace, I'm glad to see you at this time. It seems that the guy riding the griffin still passed the message."

"Griffons cannot fly from Azeroth. Don't you know this?"

Crasus interjected a sentence, which made Muladin wonder.

"How do you know we're here?"

"I'm just going on the way." I patted Wudi and said simply that this rescue operation was indeed much simpler than I thought.

"Okay, kid, I think you must have food there."

"Of course." I pointed to where Crasus pointed just now, but the dwarf's answer was more realistic than I did just now. "But first, you have to cross that mountain."

"Oh no, it's still so far!"

Muladin sat on the ground in despair. Yes, I could see that this dwarf seemed to have not eaten for several days, otherwise I believe that this desperate Saburo would definitely charge forward in the war just now. But we did not bring food, and the dry food that the rangers brought had long been divided up by the dwarfs who approached them, so Muladin did not grab any of them because of talking to me.

"Oh, kid, I think you can ask the mage to send me to your base."

Muladin showed some requests. Yes, I think he could say this already shows that he was hungry to a certain extent, but I seemed to find a better solution.

"The mages are also tired. After all, we have been raiding for you all day before."

"Okay, I hope Old Muladin can still get there alive." He sighed and stood up, and I faced the short man again.

"If you are not using the dragon clan as the target of attack, I may have a faster way." I gave a look like Crasus. Yes, he could send all of these walking dwarves back to the base in a few rounds. He was born with dwarves and accepted the request with pleasure, but Muladin, who was unaware, seemed to not understand what I was talking about.

"Don't treat the dragon clan as the target? Does it matter?"

"Of course, because you are attacking them, I don't guarantee that you won't be his appetizer." I asked him to look at Crasus again, and after seeing a dragon suddenly appear in front of him, he was immediately scared to the ground. I believe he seemed to know the reason why I said that at this moment.

"Oh, when did you have such a big guy to help?"

"Maybe I have more helpers like this... but you beat them away!" Seeing them nervous, I also looked a little angry with him.

"Sorry... Sorry." The dwarf continued to apologize, but his face seemed to show that he still didn't dare to go up. Until Wen Leisa climbed onto the dragon head, they were really wary. And she, who was familiar with the dwarf's characteristics, knew how to make the dwarf follow his pace quickly.

"Hurry up on his back, otherwise you won't be able to catch up on supper."

"Oh no, what are you waiting for?" So the dwarves stopped hesitating and climbed up the red dragon one after another, and then led them on their backs and the griffin dwarves to fly towards the port together.
Chapter completed!