Chapter 1700 The Empty Fortress

Duke and the others don't need to take action personally.

The first wave of the coalition's charge has already been launched. Darion Mograine's huge rune sword slashed down, and the death knights of the Knights of the Ebon Blade rushed directly from the west side of Icecrown Citadel. The steep mountains could not stop the skeletal war horses flying over the cliffs and walking on the flat ground under their crotches. As long as it is not a 90-degree vertical slope, under the mental control of man and horse, these undead horses can perform acrobatic movements.

To the east, the Knights of the Silver Hand also launched an attack.

Because the two great gods of the Silver Hand, Gavin Rad and Tirion, are joining the Heroes. This time, the Silver Hand was decisively handed over to the second generation of Paladins in the standard sense - led by two female Paladins, Mara Fordragon and Lena Stormpike.

There was a moment when Duke was a little worried. Duke was relieved immediately. After all, these two people were together with Turalyon in history, and the statues were stored side by side in the Paladin professional hall as a commemoration.

If it weren't for the fact that there were too many paladins in the alliance, and it was too fortress-like, without these two ancient gods controlling it, it is estimated that these second-generation paladins would have taken over long ago.

Now it seems that the female knights of the alliance are also fierce and fierce.

The Silver Hands led by the two female knights were like sharp blades cutting butter, easily destroying the natural disaster soldiers who had lost the direct control of the Lich King.

A hammer on the left and a holy seal on the right. Playing polo has never been so satisfying.

Unfortunately, the League of Heroes can no longer accommodate so many Paladins. You know, in addition to these two, there are also more famous and fortress paladins such as Liadrin, Maraad and Yrel the Hoof in the group.

Well, there aren't many in the Alliance, but there are a lot of Paladin heroes... thieves and chickens.

If it were an ordinary professional, the fastest person to clear the field would definitely not be a mage.

But after passing Huiyue, no one can compare with Master.

"Oh hahahaha——" In front of the group of heroes, a dwarf dwarf opened his bow left and right, and took turns launching his short arms, shooting arcane impacts one after another, beating the undead blocking the road of Ice Crown Citadel into pieces.

He is none other than Milhouse*Mana Storm!

Originally, Duke didn't want this guy to join the Heroes.

However, not only did this guy come forward, he also expressed the hope of getting a spaceship for interstellar travel.

Because of this guy's out-of-the-box personality, Duke is destined to be unable to place him in a position that requires a calm personality such as guarding the magic circle. But for a peak Huiyue Master, it would be a waste not to use it, so he could just help him on the pretext that he performed well. Go to Delaney and ask.

It turns out that this guy is like a chicken, super expressive.

Of course, he alone cannot clear out thousands of undead. In front of the hero group, there are two elite teams clearing the way. They are the Alliance and Horde champion teams that shined in the Crusader Trials.

Thrall was determined to preserve his strength, but a group of his men couldn't restrain themselves and took the initiative to ask for a fight. Duke said hello to Thrall, sure!

"Hmph! I killed 18 of them."

"I'm 30!"

"The skeleton who killed the weakest chicken has the nerve to show off to me? We are only elite monsters."

The Alliance warrior Sakagal was bickering with the Horde warrior Nahok* Steel Breaker, and there was no ambiguity in his actions. Anyway, their biggest task is to clear the way for the hero group, and then it's up to them to decide how far they can fight.

Seeing them, Duke didn't expect Tirion to feel something and said: "It's good to be young."

Duke rolled his eyes: "You can come to me to get [Eternal Life]!"

Tirion was silent.

Duke didn't persuade him. After all, Anduin Lothar chose to end the last lineage of the Arathi royal family through natural death. This was not only to pave the way for future generations, but also to set a noble example.

Even though Lothar is not a paladin, the paladins always unconsciously regard him and Uther Lightbringer as role models.

"Alas! It seems we can only wait until [Legion Returns] to persuade them."

People change, and destiny can also be changed.

Duke has done so much and achieved so much success, so he must do his best to save this world that is in trouble and could be destroyed at any time.

Walk up the long staircase sandwiched between two high platforms with ram-horned skull statues, and step onto a huge platform overlooking half of the Icecap Glacier. Under your feet are the ferocious skeleton reliefs, looking at the more than 50-meter-high In the huge corridor, looking at the evil ghost statues with ferocious flags on both sides, everyone in the hero group cast their eyes on the huge vortex at the end of the corridor.

That's a portal.

Arthas activated the Domain, disabling ranged attacks and shielding the entire Icecrown Citadel from artillery fire.

However, the real interior of Icecrown Citadel is behind this portal full of unknowns.

At the door, everyone stopped and turned their attention to Duke.

At this moment, apart from Jaina and Kael'thas who are responsible for guarding the seven teleportation points, as well as Solanlian and other second-line mages, it can be said that the strongest people in the alliance are here. In addition, there is also a Heroic Spirit Howler and Varok Saurfang.

"Let's go! Let's end this!" Duke said lightly. He gently stretched his hand to the portal and used his demigod power to connect the already stable portal.

He was making sure that his group would not be sent to some unknown place.

Duke didn't notice that Tirion firmly grasped the hilt of the [Ashbringer] sword in his hand...

After a short teleportation, the scene before them made the heroes murmur.

There is ice mist filled with evil aura everywhere, the bitingly cold floor, the ominous statue that always seems to be staring at people, the huge chandelier that always feels like it will fall down and crush people to death at any time...

Everything gives people a feeling of fear and uneasiness, but there are no enemies.

"This is the venue for the final decisive battle, right? The master of Alsace is unqualified! Even if they don't fire a 21-gun salute, at least a few dozen skeleton soldiers will play a graveyard disco for fun!" Gavin Rudd boasted frivolously Whistling.

This, of course, elicited chuckles from many of the heroines.

But Tirion frowned: "Gavin Rad..."

"Come on, come on! Don't be too serious. You are just too serious, and your hairline has shifted at such a young age."

The veins on Tirion's forehead were bulging, and the cross-shaped veins were as obvious as possible.

You know, he is just over fifty, and with his slightly orange-red hair and beard, he is considered a handsome man in the league.

On the contrary, although Gavin Rudd was a handsome guy when he was young, he had the momentum to develop into Mr. Mediterranean. If Duke hadn't taught him to wear a bun, his image would have been ruined.

Just when Tirion was about to have an attack, he suddenly remembered and smiled bitterly: "Thanks! Brother!"