Short story of the short story before the war

Azeroth, under the Ice Crown Fortress.

"Althuss! You coward! Come and see me!" Zhao Mian stood in front of the gate of the Ice Crown Fortress, raised his sword and pointed at the Ice Crown from a distance. His voice penetrated the heavy mist and resounded through the wilderness. "It's time for six years to understand all this!"

The Ice Crown Fortress was silent, just like the ice and snow that had not melted in thousands of years on the Northrend continent, and nothing would be revealed except for the extreme coldness.

Zhao Mian drove his war horse to run towards the countless warriors behind him.

"The warriors of the Silver Northern Expedition Army, my most loyal soldiers! Gather up!" The war horse man under Zhao Mian stood up, and he raised Grosage over his head, and the pure holy light shone at the tip of the sword. "Six years ago, we lost our most precious things unexpectedly, which are our family, friends, and even hope! But we did not fall down. Now we stand here with anger and hatred, standing before the last fortress of the culprit! Tell me, comrades, what is our purpose here!"

The answers were different. Some people shouted "Make justice!" Some people shouted "Kill the Lich King!", and some people shouted, "For the Alliance." and "For the Tribe." However, among these many voices, one voice was so firm, and the loud voice suppressed all the other voices. It was from the soldiers who participated in the crusade led by Zhao Mian six years ago. They were in a consistent pace without a trace of trembling, like a whole, and at the same time they shouted out their hearts: "Revenge!"

"Yes! It's just revenge!" Zhao Mian shouted loudly, "Let all those nonsense and beautiful words go to Xixiang! The only reason we are here is revenge, let the guy who caused indelible harm to us back then taste our anger and taste the rage from us living guys!" Zhao Mian reached out to comfort the somewhat anxious war horse under him, and then pressed his left hand to calm all the soldiers down.

"My comrades, my friends. When the undead just appeared, we couldn't stop it because we were not there; when the coward sitting on the throne of the ice committed the greatest crime, we couldn't stop it, because we were not there; when the Silver Moon City fell, we still didn't stop it, because we were not there!" Zhao Mian's tone suddenly raised, and he waved his left hand towards the Ice Crown Fortress, "But! We are here now! We are standing under the gate of this coward with hatred and anger, and today is the time for this coward to pay for everything he did! Yes! It's today!"

"Maybe you who stand here today can't go back to your beautiful hometown, maybe we who stand here today can't see the bright sunset tomorrow, and even our beautiful wives and young children can't see their husbands and fathers anymore!" Zhao Mian turned to the war horse and faced the Ice Crown Fortress, "But we have no way out. If we cannot succeed today, then the whole of Azeroth will be flooded by the dead. By then, our wives, children, our friends, and our parents will become those who are inhumane. By then, our wives, children, our friends, and our parents will become those who are inhumane.

The food of the undead. And we will become the undead that is gnawing at our wife, children and parents. To be honest, I don’t want any of us to become that kind of existence, but we cannot escape! I hope that after this battle let us return in triumph, we can hold our grandson and even our great-grandson when we get old, let him sit on our thighs and tell them! ‘Your grandpa, I killed the Lich King with Zhao Mian of the Knights of Silver Hands!’”

"And now, it's time for that coward to taste our full anger!" A pair of light wings quietly opened behind Zhao Mian, and waves of holy light floated in the air, "United Army, attack!"
Chapter completed!