It remains to be seen whose banner will wave triumphantly over the Isle of Conquest and at what cost victory will be achieved. The bloody conflict spreads to every corner of the island as new heroes arrive to aid their factions. Day and night the ground trembles under lumbering siege vehicles while monstrous airships pummel enemy positions with fiery cannons. Both factions have deployed devastating weapons to drive each other from this strategic location. Known as the Isle of Conquest, this rocky battleground's proximity to Icecrown makes it a highly prized base in the war against the Lich King.
Off the coast of Northrend, Horde and Alliance forces are locked in an epic struggle for a tiny island rich in resources. Few will survive the coliseum's perils, but the Argent Crusade is confident that the worthy heroes who do emerge victorious will be ready to join the offensive against Icecrown Citadel and end the Lich King's reign of terror. Formidable Horde and Alliance champions, ferocious beasts, and Scourge lieutenants are just some of the opponents awaiting adventurers in this gladiatorial arena. Yet these heroes have yet to face the greatest challenge of all: the Crusaders' Coliseum. Under thundering skies the tournament's participants hone the arts of war and face off in bone-shattering jousting matches to earn the right to be called champions. Now they tremble at the wrath of the man that cannot be harmed.Since the opening of the Argent Tournament in northeastern Icecrown, adventurers have journeyed from across Azeroth and beyond to prove their worth in the heart of the Lich King's domain. For envious Gods stole from him his glory and his life. Armored now, upon the heel, revenge his only aim. The wound was deep, his weakness found, Achilles met his end.Ī decade hence, from Hades' depths, Achilles has been drawn. Straight and true the arrow flew and harpooned Achilles' heel, where his mother held him when submerged. For some were Gods that could not suffer Achilles to survive. Paris, brother lost, tearful eyed, let arrow loose, guided by divine envy. Hector, prince of Troy, died in battle that day. Spear and blade and armor rang, but Achilles could not be harmed. Wrathful at the loss of his faithful friend, Achilles donned armor newly made and challenged Hector alone. Though Patroclus, it was, in the armor of Achilles, not Achilles that lay dead. Fierce and fast the two titans fought, but Hector's spear felled Achilles fair. All seemed lost until Achilles rose to meet him. Water's reflection mirrored scorching sails as Hector fired their ships.
Hector, boldest, bravest, eldest of the Trojan princes seized the chance to push the Greeks to the sea. In grave offense, Achilles pulled his forces from the field.
Until Agamemnon gave sleight to the mighty myrmidon. Through every charge, every death defying battle, Achilles was at the fore. Bathed as a babe in the River Styx by his Nereid mother, his hide was hardened, imperviously made. Arrow and stone, blade and barb bounced from Achilles' skin. To farmed Achilles, invincible warrior, the king gave command of a thousand ships.Īcross stormy seas and salted beach, soldiers sieged the city. King Agamemnon brought his fury to bear against gilded Troy, for Prince Paris had stolen his Helen, his wife, whose beauty rivaled that of Athena and Aphrodite.
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