No matter how Lu De handles it, it seems impossible to change Zhenhong's attack methods. Fortunately, when he dragged the cart of pitted bear meat back to Icewind Hill, Flint did not pay much attention to their quality, but highly appreciated the act of providing supplies. "Well done! But if you can, can you do us a little favor? The plague here seems to be resurgent. According to our observations, they come from the plague cauldrons in those farms-if possible, Just try to destroy or close those pots. You don¡¯t want to see us become zombies, do you?¡± Preface retracted. "This guy's ability to squeeze others is no less than that of Bavaria," Lu De could only say this. In order to get rid of the fate of being forced to work as a coolie as soon as possible, he accepted the task very simply and left the unlucky location of Bingfeng Hill along the shortest distance. It doesn¡¯t matter if you do the task, but if you¡¯re being exploited, that¡¯s a different matter¡ and it¡¯s still an exploitation that doesn¡¯t bring any benefits! "Shh keep it down, don't attract those Scourge Legions." Jumping from the side of the bridge and walking along the narrow and steep gravel along the river, Lu De lowered his voice and told the other two people to try not to do anything that might attract them. Acts of attention. Not far above the head, a certain ghoul was swinging its long arms like a gorilla, roaring uneasily, and occasionally making sounds of tapping the ground. Regrettably, its half-rotten and dry brain has nothing but instinct. Perhaps this place was once a prosperous town, and it had its own unique and complete defense system. But now, this land surrounded by rivers has become a complete place of death. Wandering zombies, ghouls, skeletons and even huge abominations can be seen everywhere. The worst thing is that, except for some zombies that look tattered and will fall apart at the touch of a touch, all the remaining undead troops are elites-perhaps this also indirectly explains why the allies of Icewind Ridge are unable to move forward. Reason for doing so. However, he did not want to choose to cross the bitterly cold and smelly Lake Keldaron, so he had no choice but to choose the ruins of Andorhal that blocked the Lianmeng team from further exploration. But in a certain sense, it is precisely because of the existence of powerful natural disaster forces in Andorhal. That was why the Forgotten ones in the Undercity did not allocate their forces to destroy this Lianmeng outpost stationed just a stone's throw away from their main city. ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? Otherwise. Based on the amount of troops Lu De saw, it is estimated that any fully-equipped brigade would be enough to deal with those soldiers - of course Flint should be the only survivor. "The air here is very bad. It makes people feel depressed and upset." After Zhenhong, who once again used Lu De's shoulder as a mount for free, spoke a short sentence in a low and almost inaudible voice, Staring at the distant scenery with slightly worried eyes. "I don't know much about the Plague Cauldron The Dark Iron Dwarves have seldom gone to live on the ground since they came to Blackstone Mountain." "That kind of thing can wait until we pass through Andorhal first. Besides, in such a narrow situation, it would be a very bad situation to be surrounded" Lu De also kept his voice as low as possible. And quickened his pace. The ghoul that was left high behind him wandered aimlessly in the distance for a few times, then let out two unwilling roars and returned to the original wreckage to continue waiting. There was deathly silence in Andorhal in the wind. There was only the faint whisper of a curse coming from somewhere. This is the real scene where the Scourge Legion passed by. Desolation, ruin, destruction. ¡ª¡ª¡ª¡ª "The alarm is cleared We can continue the search. According to Flint, the nearest place should be the area called Firestone Farm." When the two broken guard towers stood at the entrance to Andorhal Lu De finally breathed a sigh of relief when he was left far behind. "But then again, since I can tell the location so clearly, is it possible that the guy is lazy and just wants to find a coolie to make up the numbers?" Judging from the overall top-down atmosphere in Demacia City, The possibility of this conjecture is not very small "Don't complain all the time. If you have that time, why not find an opportunity to complete the task quickly." It seems that when traveling now, Lu De has completely changed his job and become a real celebrity. An exclusive mount, and it also comes with the task of providing another snack. "The invasion of the Scourge must be large-scale, right? How did the Dark Iron dwarves survive?" There is no doubt about the ease of defense of Blackrock Abyss. As long as you keep an eye on the top of the magma, no matter how many skeletons come, they will all be boiled into a pot of bone soup. The combat effectiveness of the Dark Iron Dwarves is also excellent, but these warriors cannot eat air. Alive? Although the magician's arcane snacks taste pretty good, they only have a few flavors, and eating too much will cause various symptoms such as dry mouth, constipation, and irritation This is also why some players are more angry. Big direct reason! "That's confidential." Zhenhong's answer was merciless. "" "Is it okay here?" The red dragon girl, who had been keeping her mouth shut since Lu De gave the instruction to keep quiet, exhaled. "It should be okay. However, since we have received information that a small number of tribe members have also appeared in this area, we cannot completely relax our vigilance when moving forward - after all, this place is only one step away from the hometown of the undead. And you have to be careful about other things. "Although that layer is called the Undead Barrier, it is not as strong a building as it claims. Basically, it will be swept back and forth every three days by the Scarlet Crusaders madmen shouting to destroy all undead, and it also caused a lot of harm. The group of players passing through there. Although Lu De's reputation in the Scarlet Crusade is pretty good now, he has experienced it first-hand in that environment and he understands very well that as long as you are recognized as an undead, even if you are an important person, it is of no use - take a look Just know the territory of the Forgotten! The players who died under the blade of the Scarlet Crusaders were not a single star "Actually, there was a guy who was the best person to ask, but if we call him over, we will be in big trouble if we encounter the Crusaders" Lu De When his fingers touched the summoning stone that Yamennar gave him, he paused and then slid away from it. Even if we really want to summon this former high-ranking member of the Scourge Legion, I¡¯m afraid it¡¯s not safe if we don¡¯t find a secluded place ¡°Rise, back there!¡± ¡°What the hell is this?¡± Lu was reminded by the red dragon girl¡¯s cry. When De turned around, what he found was something frowning. The gray creature that rushed toward the three of them had an appearance that was almost like a giant bear, but its fur was in tatters. The pink muscles exposed to the air were shriveled and rolled, and ribs could even be seen faintly in some places. . Perhaps the most tingling thing on the scalp is a certain kind of parasite that is born in the yellow-white adipose tissue-these little creatures burrow in and out of the subcutaneous tissue, turning their place into a pit like a honeycomb. . "Which guy has such a weird hobby of designing images?" The damage of the Plague Bear is not high, but the rancid odor constantly emitted during the attack, the tearing of muscles on the body, and the scene of those bugs squeezing each other are the most harmful to players. The main culprit of mental destruction. At least people with trypophobia can go to the side to wash and sleep! "I'm afraid only the undead would be willing to try to get trophies from this kind of thing" After killing this unlucky creature without much effort - for it, death may be relief rather than the end, Lu De He didn't want to look at the pool of flesh and blood and the parasites still twisting and struggling in it. Wearing equipment found from that kind of place, is there really no psychological barrier? "Over there." Zhenhong, who had chosen to leave early because she disliked the appearance of the plague bear, tapped the side of Lu De's helmet on his shoulder, signaling him to turn his eyes in a certain direction. From where we were, we could see dark purple smoke rising from somewhere in the middle of Firestone Farm, extending into the air and eventually merging with it. "Is someone lighting a fire?" "That should be our target." Lu took the red dragon girl's hand. "Let's go. I'll have to deal with those skeletons later, and maybe there's something else." (To be continued, please search Piaotian Literature, the novel is better and updated faster! ps: ps1: I can only remember this. As for the Alliance mission, as for the Horde, there seems to be a mission to desecrate the Tomb of Uther? I have a vague impression that my Horde account did something in that church and was hacked to death by the guardian monks. Looks like ps2: The pot protector has long HP and high attack power, and is often escorted by two younger brothers. Moreover, there are many skeletons in the farm. If the output is not enough, the tragedy of running to the pot only to find that the monster has been resurrected will often occur