Joining the Assault

Knight-Captain Drosche did not waste any of it.

“We need more men to join the main assault on Ymirheim. Any warrior with half a brain can tell you that vrykul are fierce fighters and should not be taken lightly. That goes two-fold for the Ymirjar. They have shown no restraint in proving to us why the Lich King deemed them worthy.”

Worthy. That is the part of the Ymirjar nobody at the staging area says out loud. Their whole race stood in front of Arthas and he sorted them. Most he cursed small and let dwindle into something that eventually became men. These are the ones he kept.

I flew in from the east. Ymirheim is a black town of iron and bone set down in the middle of the glacier, and our siege line was drawn thin along its eastern approach.

Ground Commander Koup was at the edge of the ice with the noise of the gate assault carrying back to him.

“Welcome to hell, soldier. My men are leading the assault on the gate from this position, and we’re dropping some infiltrators in the city via air. We need more people on both fronts.”

Then, without changing his tone: “I have a feeling that this attack will be going on for some time.”

Two fronts. I took the gate, because that is where the Destroyer and the greataxe are worth carrying, and because the men going up in the gunships did not need another body. They needed the wall opened.

Koup had two fronts and not enough bodies for either, the gate below and the drop zone above, and the one that put Vikstone over the vrykul rooftops on a griffin was Assault by Air.