The terrain of Alberon is not suitable for building defensive positions.
After all, this is just a holding center for sleeping vrykul.
As a meritorious king who once led his people to conquer the north and south, Ymilon naturally knew this very well.
Originally, he planned to awaken a large number of sleeping subordinates to quickly form a fighting force and break through the encirclement network built by the descendants of the deformed children.
However, Daelin, who had been warned by Sarlayan in advance, completely burned down the largest Vrykul sleeping cave with a fire. Ymiron's plan suffered a major setback before it was implemented.
As Sharlayan said, Ymiron's mind today is all about how to regain his throne.
In order to consolidate his royal power, Ymiron even dared to fabricate lies to slander the Titan Guardian, the creator of the Vrykul.
From this, we can see how powerful his desire for power is, which is probably no less than that of someone who is addicted to food.
If the legitimate royal power cannot be regained as soon as possible, Ymiron will not be able to unite the Vrykul clans that are like a piece of scattered sand.
Therefore, when Imilon discovered that the Kul Tirans blocking the exit of Alebron deliberately made a gap, he only hesitated for a moment before deciding to break through with all his strength.
It's not that Ymiron didn't analyze Kul Tiras's plot, but it was just the lesser of two evils.
After weighing the pros and cons, Ymiron decided to regain the throne first before considering anything else.
After awakening Queen Angelberda, Ymiron encouraged those descendants who had awakened him from his slumber to rush forward, and he personally led his personal guards who were completely loyal to him to follow closely behind.
Just as Ymiron expected, the Kul Tiran people blocking the door were no longer as brave as before, and they only gave a symbolic resistance before getting out of the way.
When breaking through the defense line, Ymiron looked back with a feeling, and happened to meet the eyes of Sarlayan with a playful look on his face.
"Long ears? What race is this?"
The world tens of thousands of years later feels familiar yet strange to Ymiron.
What is familiar is the hometown of Howling Fjord, which has remained unchanged for thousands of years, but what is unfamiliar is the current world situation and the origin of the enemy.
Shaking his head to get rid of the complicated thoughts, Ymiron re-firmed his will, ignored the Kultiran who was still roaring behind him, and resolutely charged towards Utgard Castle at full speed.
For Ymiron, a cold and cunning king, there is a distance between them even if they are both ancient vrykul.
During the period when he was surrounded by Kul Tiras, he prioritized awakening the queen and royal guards who were absolutely loyal to him. This was his greatest reliance on regaining the throne.
Ymiron knew that if he ran away, the ancient vrykul who were still sleeping in Alebron would be in danger, but he didn't care about that much at the moment.
Without the embellishment of royal power, the so-called king is just a self-proclaimed false title. This is something that the arrogant Yimilon absolutely cannot accept.
Dai Lin breathed a sigh of relief after finally sending this difficult man away.
The confrontation with Ymilon during this period put Dailin under a lot of pressure.
Ymiron is not one of those modern vrykul who are full of recklessness.
In terms of physical fitness, Vrykul are far superior to humans.
In terms of tactical literacy, Ymilon may not be considered top-notch, but he is definitely not weak either.
In terms of personal combat effectiveness, Ymiron can also hold down Dailin by relying on the racial advantages of the Vrykul.
This is very embarrassing for Dai Lin.
In addition to the above worries, he also had to distract himself from fighting Ymiron to rob the underground caves where the ancient vrykul were sleeping, and he also had to find time to pay attention to the progress of the naval battle with Zandalari.
Many things came one after another, making Dai Lin exhausted both physically and mentally.
After changing his thoughts, Dailin, who was dizzy with his work, suddenly felt enlightened.
If you want to change the situation in Howling Fjord, and even the entire eastern part of Northrend, the next step is the focus.
Internal strife between Ymiron and the current king Hasten will inevitably break out in Utgard Castle. For a period of time afterwards, the Vrykul who are busy with their internal struggles will be unable to break out.
As long as the siege of Utgard Castle can be maintained, the remaining forces of Kul Tiras can be mobilized to the north to defeat the Drakkari trolls who continue to maintain a high-pressure offensive in the shortest possible time.
But before that...
"hold head high!"
The transformed blue dragon hatchling of Tinagosa happily breathed fire over Alebron, burning a large number of vrykul longhouses.
In addition to the buildings on the ground, Sarlayan, Valeela, Daelin and others each went deep into the underground caves and sent the ancient vrykul who had not yet woken up to the Hades Abyss to report.
What? HeLa is gone? Oh, that’s okay.
After eliminating Alebron's worries, Daelin led the marines to the siege net in front of Utgard Castle without stopping.
Once it is confirmed that Ymiron has entered the city, Daelin will reorganize the army as soon as possible and select the reinforcements that will go north to support Zul'Drak.
After temporarily relieving the crisis in Howling Fjord and ensuring reinforcements from Kul Tiras, Sarlayan and Valeela returned the same way they came to bring the good news to the high elves and furbolg soldiers who were still fighting on the front lines.
It only took Sharlayan and his party three days to go south to seek help. During these three days, the Drakkari trolls once again stepped up their offensive.
When the situation was at its most tense, three Loa appeared on the battlefield at the same time. It was unknown what benefits the Drakkari Troll had promised to those Loa.
No matter how reinforced it is, the defense of the city wall is not unlimited.
When the three Sarlayans rushed back to the front line, the city wall that had been relatively intact before had become riddled with holes.
The Paladins of the Morning Frontier Legion, who have always been invincible, looked very sluggish.
There were no visible scars on their bodies, and most of them were healed by their own holy light spells.
Injuries can be cured, but lost energy and physical strength cannot be recovered so quickly.
In the past three days, facing waves of powerful attacks from the Drakkari trolls, the soldiers defending the city had very little time to rest.
The defenders relied on their defenses to withstand such tremendous pressure, and the attackers, the Drakkari trolls, were even more anxious.
Even though people clean it up every day, there are still a large number of frost troll corpses piled outside the dilapidated city walls.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! The Zandalari trolls who were hiding behind the scenes and making plans thought that Drakkari could easily break through the joint defense line of the high elves and furbolgs.
But the situation did not develop as he expected, and the defenders' fighting will was extremely tenacious.
Not to mention the furbolg, these iron-headed boys and the Drakkari have been fighting each other for thousands of years, and both sides have long known the root cause.
What surprised the Zandalari envoys was the high elves.
He originally thought that the army of Quel'Thalas had long been corrupted by peace and could not show the fighting will of the furbolgs and trolls.
But this is not the case.
It is true that the four legions guarding Silvermoon City all have varying degrees of will corruption, but the Ranger troops have been fighting forest trolls in the southern part of Yonge Forest all year round.
In terms of fighting will, these rangers trained by Liressa will not lose to any race or any troop.
The same goes for the Morning Frontier Legion.
Although Sarlayan is just a hands-off shopkeeper, when he established the Morning Frontier Legion, he injected his soul into this emerging army, which is a strong will that never admits defeat.
Liadrin, who actually controls the Legion, has also been working hard to shape the military soul of the Morning Frontier Legion according to Sharlayan's ideas.
Valeela stood on the high city wall and observed the scarred coalition soldiers, her face looked very ugly.
"Salayan, is there any way to help them?"
Tina Gosa sighed softly: "It's difficult, the army is approaching, what can the three of us do?"
"That's not necessarily the case."
Looking at the soldiers whose wounds were wrapped in gauze, Sarlayan was silent for a moment.
"On such a battlefield with tens of thousands of people at every turn, it is indeed difficult for us to play a decisive role."
"Perhaps I can do something within my power to treat the wounded soldiers."
Valeera looked around at the wounded soldiers on the city wall who were slightly injured and could not get out of the firing line: "What are you going to do? Treat them one by one?"
"How can it be."
Sarlayan shook his head: "The wounded soldiers within the defense line are so scattered. Treating them one by one will waste a lot of time and energy. The trolls will not be so kind as to wait for us."
"Tina, please inform Sylvanas and ask her to gather the wounded soldiers within a certain area, and I will treat them uniformly."
"Okay~"
Tina jumped off Sarlayan's shoulders and ran towards one of the battlements on her short legs.
Valeera looked at Sarlayan, who was rolling up his sleeves, and asked with a slight frown: "Are you sure? How could you possibly treat so many wounded soldiers with your own strength?"
"It all depends on man-made things."
Sarlayan turned to look at the new Arcandor standing in Crystalsong Forest.
"With the life force provided by Arcandor and the giant sigil tree, as well as the magic power of the Sunwell transmitted from Quel'Thalas, my own energy consumption will not be too great. I want to take the opportunity to try a large-scale