Everything that happened on the Northrend continent has not yet entered the field of vision of the civilized world, not to mention the ongoing westward expansion war in the central part of Kalimdor, even in the relatively peaceful eastern continent, the federal civilization that extends the area of domination to most of the continent, in the process of the slow recovery of the internal civilization and the annexation of the population, there is not much time to pay attention to this wild land.

But this lack of attention from both sides is destined to be temporary, after the human empire has established itself in Kalimdor, they will definitely set their sights on the more distant continent, at least until they control the sea power of the Endless Sea, and the Northrend continent will become a new realm of contact between the two civilizations.

This is inevitable, with the formation of the two camps to determine the form of confrontation, the threat of each other will make both sides take the initiative to explore new places of ignorance, in the eyes of Tyrion and those who have insight, the era of geographical discovery in the world of Azeroth will soon come, and in the northerly tundra in the southwest corner of the continent of Northrend, the Copperbeard Dwarves and Draenei who have migrated here will also become the eyes of the human empire in Northrend.

Although this frost-covered continent is brutal and barren, some of the resources it produces are very much needed by both sides, and around those wild lands, there are also some civilizations that are not strong, but not weak either, and those are the forces that both sides can pull together.

In short, after the end of the Northern War, the next major war between the living and the dead may break out here.

At this moment, between the howling north wind blowing away, the "Cold Wind Commando" stationed in the Howling Wind Fjord, the Northern Frontier Pioneer Legion belonging to the Darkblade Legion, in the col camp where they are stationed, a large necropolis of the ancestors of the Viku people is being excavated, and the necromantic soldiers have spent a lot of money to drive the dragon-raiding Viku tribe that lives here away, but those flesh-and-blood half-giants will not give up the tombs of their ancestors so easily.

The battle between the two sides has only just begun, and the Vikus are planning a big counterattack.

Bands of Death Knights on patrol rode behind the undead wyverns, roaring into the leafy bay beneath the cliffs, using alchemy bombs to drive away the dragon raiders, or engaging in aerial battles with the Wyvern Knights riding behind the Archaeopteryx.

"The Dragonsnatcher Clan is the most powerful Viku tribe in the region, with nearly 40,000 brave warriors and many more women and children."

Beside Tyrion, Dana Stolbain, dressed in the captain's armor, was briefing the High Lord on the local battle situation, his finger pointing to the valley in the middle of Howling Bay, in the freezing fog that filled the air in the early morning, faintly visible the place where the four sides of the water converged, in the middle of the lower valley, there was a huge white tower looming in the middle of the valley, and the artificial dam spreading around, it looked like a city.

"There is the castle of Utgard, which is said to have been built by the ancient Viku people, and is now occupied by the Dragon Raider Clan, but according to our investigations, the Dragon Raider Clan has a clean foundation, and they have brutally forced the other Viku tribes in Howling Wind Bay to become their slaves, and worst of all, in that large castle and some villages, we have also found traces of necromancy."

Degraded to commando leader, Danas took out an off-white bone ring from the cloth bag around his waist and handed it to Tyrion, who looked at it in his hand and whispered

"It's not our psychic magic, it's more like the undead under the Lich King."

"That's right! Grand Lord. ”

Danas nodded, his face worried

"Obviously, after the Lich King conquered the most powerful Jotunheim tribe in the whole of Northrend, he was not satisfied, but continued to extend his tentacles to the Viku tribe in Howling Wind Bay, if we come one year later, I am afraid that all the warlike Viku people in this land will be taken under the command of the Scourge Undead."

"The Dragonsnatcher Clan is the Lich King's minions, and according to the information we received from our captives, the Lich King helped them resurrect the King of the Viku in the Ancient Tomb, a tyrant named Imiron, and now, the tyrant is stationed in the easily defended castle of Utgard with his legions of guards, and if we are to liberate the enslaved Viku civilization here, we must kill the resurrected tyrant and destroy his reign of death here."

"Well, since you already have a strategic goal, let's go for it."

Tyrion placed the gray-white bone finger in his hand, and the death energy left over from the psychic spell that was completely different from the dark blade was rapidly dissipating, and after a few seconds, the gray bone finger turned into a mass of dissipated ashes.

He patted the remaining ashes in his hand and looked back at Danas as he muttered

"Do the Chillwind Commandos need support from their headquarters?"

"No, you don't!"

Danas shook his head, his blue eyes full of stubbornness

"We'll be enough on our own, and when the first batch of Viku Necromantic Warriors willing to join us join the formation, the Dragonsnatcher Clan's ground power will not be worth mentioning, and our mount trainers are trying to tame the ferocious and massive Ancestral Dragons in the area, and the advance team has unearthed some usable bone dragon remains at the edge of the Dragonbone Wilderness."

"We are strong enough to face the war here, it will take about 12 years, and my warriors and I will take this rich land for the Dark Blade! Expel the Lich King's power from here! ”

"Good!"

Tyrion nodded in satisfaction

"The day you liberate the whole of Howling Winds, the day when these Viku join the new civilization, Danas, you will regain the glory and status you deserve, you will be the governor of this place, and I will wait for your good news."

"Howling Wind Bay will become the base camp of the Darkblade in Northrend, and when your strategy is completed, the Northern Frontier strategy based on this place will really begin, the secrets buried in this land are more important than you think, and in addition, while expelling the Dragonswiku, I hope you will not relax your surveillance of the Northrend continent, especially the Storm Crags and the restless Copperbeard Dwarves."

The Great Lord of the Dark Blade looked at the western skyrim and whispered

"Those dwarves who are full of revenge in their hearts probably don't know what kind of horror they will dig up under this land, so we must be prepared in advance."

"The new equipment developed in the Black Iron District will be sent here in the next 2 months to put them to good use, Danas."

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In the distant harbor of Stormwind, a large black fleet is slowly approaching.

The tall black battleships with the insignia of the Difia Federation emblazoned on their sides, not entirely wooden, but with some steel parts on their hulls, were new warships developed by the shipyards of Thorn Valley, and were said to be stronger than the wooden-hulled ships of the past.

And on the decks of these docked warships, auditors in the uniforms of Federation officials, counters in hand, under the protection of the Death Guards, were consulting with the "former" pirates employed by the Federation, and beside them, groups of "cargo" with ropes tied to their hands were being driven out of the cabins.

It was the human beings living on the chaotic islands of the South China Sea, as a much-needed human resource in the Federal District, plundered from their homeland by the former pirates of the "Black Ark" fleet, who would live in a large purification camp near the town of Shining Gold for 2 months, and after completing their initial "education", they would be assigned to the current 7 districts of the Federation.

This mode of trade is very similar to the slave trade in another world, although the Federation did not buy these "goods" for the purpose of implementing backward slavery, but at least in this link of plundering people, it contains no less evil and suffering than the slave trade.

But this is also a matter of no way to develop civilization, always inseparable from the support of the population, although the population transported by the northern Xinjiang has greatly alleviated the current situation of manpower embarrassment within the Federation, but for the Supreme Council, the population is never too much, rather than let these natives in the South China Sea spend their lives in ignorance and ignorance, it is better to let them change the environment and contribute their own strength to the development of the federal civilization.

This is the meaning of the existence of the Federation's "Black Ark" fleet, which engages in evil human trafficking but adds to the development of their own civilization.

"It's so boring, Dad went outside to play again, and didn't take us."

Twelve-year-old Dornan was lying on the masonry of the docks of Stormwind, bored watching the black battleships in the harbor that were "unloading", and beside her were her good friends Vanessa and Delia, and the "little henchmen" of the three girls, their common little brother Anduin Urien.

"Sister! Look there! Look! Elephants were brought on that ship! Oh my God, it's got so long teeth! ”

Compared to the bored girls, the little boy Anduin seemed very happy, he stood high on the dock with a small telescope in his hand, and shouted at the strange creatures brought down from the Black Ark fleet, which were some of the beasts and ornamental creatures that were rare in the eastern continent.

"My dad and the councillors are going to build a zoo in Stormwind City as a pastime for the citizens in their leisure time, and my dad said that the next stage will be to build a lot of public welfare buildings to make people's lives more fulfilling, etc., in short, those elephants are sent over because of this, and they will occasionally send back some beautiful flower-feathered parrots, which are specially caught and sold by those pirates."

Vanessa, the big girl, straightened her beautiful dress, reached out to help Anduin fix her hair, and then said to the boy

"Be well-behaved, don't make noise, after eating in a while, my sister will take you to the zoo to have a look, speaking of which, if you can call Sarandia who is stuffy in the room to come out and play with us, I will consider buying you a flower-feathered parrot, don't you really want to raise one?"

"Wow!"

Anduin's eyes widened immediately, and the little blonde boy grabbed Vanessa's hand and shook it around

"You're not going to lie to me, are you? Sister Vanessa? ”

"When did I lie to you? You little fool! ”

Vanessa grabbed Anduin's ears and flicked them around, causing Anduin to scream, and a moment later, escorted by a high-ranking knight, he ran to the garden area, trying to call Sarandia, a High Elf girl adopted by Aunt Aurelia, out to play with.

Probably because of her different backgrounds and past experiences, although she has been adopted for more than half a year, the little girl of the High Elves, Sarandia, has always seemed very withdrawn and is reluctant to play with the bear children led by Dornan.

Seeing Anduin running back to the city, Vanessa, who had grown into an older child, looked back at her companion, she reached out and pulled her long black hair behind her ear, and then walked to Dornan, who was leaning against the city wall, and reached out to grab Dornan's boring little tail, which made Dornan jump directly.

The tails of the Draenei are very sensitive, and in their culture, only close people are allowed to touch each other's tails.

Since the Draenei are true immortals, the speed of development of the Draenei children is also very slow, and after a few years, little Vanessa, who used to play with Dornan in the mud, has grown up, but Dornan is still the same as before, except that she has grown a little taller, she is almost the same as a few years ago.

This occasionally upsets Dornan, but it doesn't affect her relationship with Vanessa, who are really good friends since childhood.

"Speaking of which, Delia, have you met your adoptive father and father?"

Dornan and Vanessa had a noisy fight, and then the Draenei Kid King turned his attention to Delia, who was sitting quietly on the side, sharpening her heavy sword with a whetstone.

The little girl who had been picked up by Tyrion from the port of Pelarhas had been growing rapidly over the years, probably because she was a very talented female warrior herself, she was the tallest of the children, and she was very healthy, she was wearing a short shirt, and there were obvious muscles in both arms, and in her hands were polished the two-handed heavy sword she had found in the heart of the molten fire a few years ago, which was her trophy and the weapon she now held.

Today, Delia is a qualified fighter.

In the face of Dornan's inquiry, Delia put down the whetstone in her hand, picked up the sackcloth, and said without raising her head while wiping the blade

"Dad Cyrus served in Admiral Dareen's fleet, and I had a meal with him last month, and Dad gave me a Classical-era naval sword, supposedly found in the city of Naga that they had just destroyed."

"As for my biological father, I call him Sir Vortagen."

Delia didn't seem to want to say much on the subject, and she put the heavy sword in front of her eyes with some difficulty, and said briefly as she looked at the blade

"I went to Karazhan the other day to see him, he had just been resurrected, I felt very strange to him, and I didn't have much to say."