After the Crusade Arena fell into the abyss, the surrounding land cracked and buildings collapsed. Eventually, the entire Silver Arena was not spared and collapsed into the abyss, leaving only a large pit.
The meat processing plant, which was built under the leadership of Tirion Fordring for the purpose of selecting the warriors who conquered Icecrown Citadel, but actually provided military rations to the orcs, was finally completely destroyed.
Fortunately, the fall of the Silver Arena occurred slowly, and tens of thousands of soldiers of the Silver Northern Expedition in the camp were able to escape with their lives.
In the biting cold wind, the surviving soldiers of the Silver Northern Expedition saw only a cloud of smoke and dust. Many soldiers knelt on the ground, holding their heads and crying.
"Merciful holy light, please give me strength. The Scourge has destroyed our homeland. I swear here that I must take revenge."
"Alsace, look what you have done? The Silver Crusade will not give in. Our soldiers are indomitable and must fight to the end against the Scourge."
"A true warrior will never succumb to the difficulties before him. Although the evil Scourge has destroyed our homeland, it will only arouse stronger resistance."
A general of the Northern Expedition stood on a high place and shouted with his real arm:
"Warriors of the Silver Crusade, the crimes of the Scourge are still vivid in our minds. As long as we still have courage in our hearts, we are invincible. The great Tirion Fordring and the savior Thrall once again achieved a glorious victory.
, will surely lead us to attack Icecrown Citadel and kill the evil Lich King Arthas."
The young general's speech was like a warm spring breeze in the cold winter, successfully boosting morale.
Tens of thousands of soldiers of the Silver Northern Expedition let out warm cheers, their blood boiling, and they wanted to rush to Icecrown Fortress immediately.
At this moment, a rumbling sound came from the sky, and a tribal airship slowly landed. Garrosh, dressed in black armor, stepped off the airship under the protection of hundreds of orcs.
"Who can tell me what happened to the Silver Arena?" Garrosh asked loudly.
The young general who was delivering the speech quickly jumped down and said flatteringly:
"Returning to General Garrosh, the evil Lich King Arthas led millions of natural disasters to attack the Silver Arena. The great savior Thrall and the spokesman of the Holy Light Tirion Fordring launched a war with Arthas.
They wiped out millions of natural disaster soldiers and severely damaged Arthas, but because Fordring's Ashbringer was too powerful, it accidentally caused a subsidence."
Garrosh opened his mouth and laughed proudly:
"So the Silver Arena is finished. Thrall has lost his source of military rations. This is good."
Garrosh grabbed the young general, bit off his neck, and devoured the flesh and blood with relish.
At the same time, hundreds of guards around Garrosh also began to eat, selecting fine-skinned and tender meat from tens of thousands of Silver Northern Expedition troops. Officers with noble backgrounds disemboweled them in front of everyone and threw them into a cauldron for cooking.
Tens of thousands of soldiers of the Silver Northern Expedition just watched silently, in complete silence.
After Garrosh and his party had a hearty meal, they selected thousands of soldiers and sent them to the airship as a store of food. Garrosh was satisfied and sent friendly condolences to the Silver Crusade before the airship slowly left.
Shortly after the airship left, another general stood on a high place and shouted heartbrokenly:
"Compatriots, why did we leave our homes and enter this frozen world of Northrend? For the ideals and justice in our hearts, and for us to live with more dignity, we must remember the hatred and evil of the Scourge.
Alsace fought to the end.”
Dalaran!
"Alsace has gone too far."
When he learned that the Silver Arena had fallen, Luo Ning banged the table angrily.
Ronin has been presiding over the work of Ulduar's meat grinding ground, and Thrall ordered Ulduar to provide large amounts of flesh and blood on a regular basis.
But with the sacrifice of a large number of adventurers, fewer and fewer adventurers are willing to enter Ulduar.
Fortunately, Fording's Silver Arena shared most of the tasks, allowing Luo Ning to take a breather, but now that the Silver Arena was destroyed, the pressure returned to Luo Ning's shoulders.
At this moment, Thrall was eating one of Ronin's disciples as usual, accompanied by Eitrigg and Vol'jin. Sitting on the other side was an expressionless Jaina and an indignant Fording.
Sal's mouth was full of blood, and he spit out a piece of bone and asked.
"Luoning, what decision has Dalaran made?"
Luo Ning clenched his fists and said: "In the face of this dark evil, Dalaran must not sit idly by and ignore it. As long as the Alliance and the Horde are willing to send large armies, Dalaran will fully cooperate."
Sal nodded with satisfaction and said with a ferocious expression:
"Luo Ning, I am very satisfied with your promise. Stormwind City's 100,000 troops have already set off. Together with the tens of thousands of Silver Northern Expeditionary Army, it is enough to form a powerful army. Luo Ning, I hope that when necessary,
, you can drive Dalaran into the Frozen Throne."
Luo Ning's heart was shocked. If this was true, then Dalaran would be completely destroyed. However, Luo Ning did not dare to go against Thrall's wishes and could only temporarily agree:
"Dalaran is willing to sacrifice everything for fairness and justice in Azeroth."
Jaina looked around and suddenly asked: "Why don't you see King Varian?"
Only then did the heroes realize that King Varian was missing.
There was finally a human presence in the distance. Varian, who was tired and hungry, looked happy, wrapped himself in his coat, and hurried over.
After Varian tore up the teleportation scroll, he found that he was teleported to an unfamiliar area, surrounded by white ice and snow.
Varian immediately realized that he was out of luck, as the teleportation scroll was malfunctioning.
After all, the teleportation scroll is an artificial magical creation, and there is a certain chance of malfunction depending on the level of the maker.
Varian was quite lucky not to be teleported to the depths of the ocean or thousands of meters in the air.
Varian could only move forward in one direction. Fortunately, fate favored him again. When his body was close to the limit, he saw the smoke of people.
This is a small camp, surrounded by a simple wooden fence. Two dwarves stood at the door, their faces pale with cold, and they couldn't help but stamp their feet.
Seeing the dusty Varian, a dwarf greeted him warmly:
"Strange adventurer, welcome to the candidate camp of the Silver Crusade."
"What, candidate camp?"
Varian looked at the dozens of tents in the camp, guessing how many candidates there were, and asked strangely: "What's going on with the candidates?"
The dwarf explained seriously: "The Silver Crusade fought to save Azeroth and created countless miracles in Northrend. It is not easy to join the Silver Crusade."
Varian thought to himself: The Silver Crusade is just a ration for the orcs, a bunch of ignorant fools, they are really hopeless.
The dwarf led Varian into the camp. In a corner, he suddenly lowered his voice and said:
"Young human, I see that you are dressed gorgeously, and you must be from a well-off family. Let me tell you the truth, it is not difficult to join the Silver Northern Expedition. You only need to take out ten gold coins and give them to the commander of the camp. All the camp officials take
Those who can’t produce gold coins will do hard work here to earn gold coins.”
This is naked bribery!
Varian thought it was so funny. Joining the Silver Crusade was a dead end. Some people actually paid bribes to die. What on earth was going on in this world?