Valkyrion, originally a vrykul village, is now an outpost of the Scourge, the front line against the Iron Army.
There are not too many Iron Warriors at the moment, but they rely on the steep terrain and their natural understanding of Titan ruins to resist the attack of natural disasters at the mountaintop fortification Nidaveril.
Both sides of the war were silent. There were no loud shouts of death, no tragic wails and angry shouts. Apart from the fierce sound of flesh and steel colliding, there was no unnecessary movement.
Efficient, accurate, and ruthless, when both sides of the war are built as "props" specially used for combat, most mortals' concepts of war have become invalid.
There is no low morale, and crushing the enemy is the only will of the entire army. There is no need for a large number of logistics troops, and all soldiers can engage in any position.
Even the logistics requirements are only the constant consumption of weapons and ammunition. Food, medicine and other things that have nothing to do with the battle do not exist here.
Lothar observed the battlefield ahead with a stern expression, not feeling excited or happy because the natural disaster had temporarily gained the upper hand.
Orgrim observed the expression of his old rival. After a while, he sneered and said, "Why, for the first time, the alliance's generalissimo can't understand the situation on the battlefield?"
"This is not the war we know, Orgrim." Lothar replied while constantly processing the news from the lower-level natural disaster officers.
"Even the casualties of soldiers are a meaningless number. The steel structure can be recast, and the natural disaster soldiers can also be summoned again."
Lothar held a battle report and sighed, "Although the Lich King has exempted us from most of the effects of death, I still feel that emotions are leaving me, and all that is left is... cold reason."
"This is exactly what he wanted." Orgrim looked up at the ceiling of the vrykul house.
"And we must obey his will," Lothar glanced at Orgrim, "Does free will make you a little sentimental? Don't forget, you are atonement."
Orgrim was silent for a while, and then said, "I actually don't hate him, because I feel that he didn't lie to me."
"Hmph, look at these crazy steel structures, right? If we hadn't been here, the targets they would have massacred would have been our compatriots - the ones they once had."
Lothar reminded, "He did not lie to us. If the natural disaster cannot be used for the creatures of Azeroth, it will be a terrible disaster."
"Where did he go?" Orgrim suddenly asked, "Since the beginning of the war, I have not seen him in any floating city."
Lothar did not answer, but continued to process the battle report.
Orgrim saw that Lothar ignored him and had no interest in continuing the conversation. He snorted coldly and walked out holding the heavy war hammer.
"Where are you going?"
"Tear down a few iron dolls. The atmosphere in this command room is suffocating."
"...He is in Ulduar, the source of all steel creations." Lothar looked at Orgrim's back, raised his mouth and then immersed himself in giving orders, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised.
Orgrim didn't reply when he heard this. He just grinned from an angle that Lothar couldn't see. After a moment, he regained his deadly calm.
Lothar sat in the command room, holding a pen made from the finger bones of some kind of creature, and wrote the last paragraph on a scroll:
[The offensive of the iron dwarves and golems did not exceed our expectations - it was even far inferior to the certain results achieved by our troops in various places, but such an advantage is not pleasing.
Their number is wrong, too few. How can such a number of steel creations maintain those Titan facilities? In short, we still need to keep an eye on those iron men who do not emerge from the building. They are not really brainless puppets. There must be some conspiracy behind them. ]
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"Clang, bang, clang"
The iron dwarf's head rolled several times on the ground before being stepped on by a big foot wearing a snow boot.
Brian looked at the internal structure of the iron dwarf and kicked it away with some disgust.
"These corridors are full of steel guards on standby," he complained, stroking his singed beard.
Malygos looked livid, "There are still so many soldiers stored in Aldu'ar? If they are all activated, we will be unable to stop them."
Arthas retracted Frostmourne and slung the magic sword across his waist. Krasus looked at the sword's breathy edge and quietly took half a step back.
"Brian, have you found the right direction? These steel soldiers are waking up faster."
Ulduar's palace was grand and complex, and the cloisters built in ancient times were more complicated than Arthas imagined. If they hadn't brought Brian, the "Titanton", they wouldn't even be able to find the threshold of the hall.
"Don't worry, the disk Azadas gave me is reconstructing the terrain map here. Just wait a little while... Oh!"
Brian was tinkering with a disk the size of his head, when he suddenly let out a strange cry.
"You'd better not break it." Malygos said coldly, while always keeping an eye on the space for signs of being imprisoned.
"No, no, I saw the location of the Forge of Will."
"Then what are you waiting for? Take us there quickly." Malygos urged.
Brian patted the disc awkwardly, coughed twice and said, "Well, if there's nothing wrong with this thing, gentlemen, it seems we are going the wrong way?"
Arthas walked to Brian and looked at the position displayed by the disk, "In other words, we are now near the ancient court?"
Brian nodded.
"The Ancient Court... doesn't sound like a good place. It seems like we are the heretics being tried." Krasus tried to ease the awkward atmosphere.
"For Loken, this is indeed the case." Malygos used magic to take the disc into his hand through the air, looked at it for a while, and then threw it back to Brian.
"Hey, be careful, this is an antique from the Titan era!" Brian shouted dissatisfied. Even the Dragon King would dare to complain about treating archaeological objects like this.
Malygos ignored the dwarf's complaints, "I heard Tyr say that there are many records stored in the ancient court, some of which even the guardians have no right to change."
"Indeed, apart from the platinum disk in Azadas's hand, the ancient court may be the only place that stores the truth of history." Arthas explained, "And we want to convince the other guardians that we can rely only on one You can’t open your mouth.”
"Then what are we waiting for? Let's go quickly. I can't wait to see the Titan-level database!"
Brian is obviously the most excited one - a Titan-level database? ! This was simply something he had dreamed of.
"Keep your voice down, dwarf, do you want to attract the guards from the entire Stone Hall?!" Malygos glared at Brian.
"What are you afraid of? Those steel creatures don't hear with their ears. I've seen it. They probably don't have the function of 'hearing' at all!"
"Then you still have to keep your voice down, they may directly sense the sound waves!"
Seeing that the voices of the two people were getting louder and louder, Alsace didn't bother to stop him and walked forward directly. Krasus sighed and followed Alsace.
——The two of them are obviously the younger ones among their "kind", but as a result, these two guys are like children. They never stopped from the moment they entered the palace.
