The biting cold wind assaulted the enormous warships, coating the sails and ropes in a layer of silvery white ice, icicles hung fully from the ship's sides, sailors shouted chants, constantly hammering away at the ice blocks above.
Soldiers stood on both sides of the ship's sides, ready to respond to any forthcoming wars, while heroes also stood arrayed in readiness, each taking their positions.
In this solemn atmosphere, the Alliance's mighty fleet was gradually approaching the icy shores of Northrend.
In the commanding room of the fleet's flagship—Golden Holy Tree, a group of Alliance high-ranked officials were discussing strategies around a map when a Messenger Officer suddenly burst in.
"Lord Gedwyn, a massive fleet has been spotted to the southeast, flying the Sacred Tree flag."
It was Emperor Shenwu's fleet — Mo Fei immediately made the judgment in his heart; he exchanged glances with Gedwyn, and both proceeded out together.
