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Volume 2: Travel Notes on the Eastern Kingdom Chapter 388: Enemies meet on a narrow road (1)

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    Dragonblight is to the west

    ??The center of the woodland between Agmar's Hammer, the stronghold of the Horde, and Tomb of the Stars, the stronghold of the Alliance

    "Hundreds of mutilated corpses in different states of death, exuding a stench, made the originally snow-white ice field look filthy.  High-quality updates are here.

    Dailin * Proud Moore looked at the disgusting scene in front of him with a blank expression, while slowly advancing along the open space between the woods.  'Click', click', a row of bright red and deep concave footprints were immediately left on the ice and snow stained with blood and minced meat. The ferocious plate armor made of Saronite iron made the admiral who looked at the sun look powerful and look down on the world.  Becoming more and more terrifying and majestic.

    The snow-covered forest seems to have experienced a fierce battle. The snow and bushes are full of undead corpses.  Some had their spines smashed by heavy weapons, some had half of their bodies cut off by sharp axes, and some had their entire heads and necks smashed into their chests

    The winner of the battle obviously belongs to the other side who is not lying on the battlefield, the prey he is personally leading the pursuit of.

    A ghoul wearing a somewhat tattered Kul Tiran naval uniform emerged from the bushes, quickly ran to his feet and whimpered to him in a low voice.  Admiral Dai Lin raised his head, rubbed his chin, and asked as if talking to himself:

    "About half an hour? They have already fled to the north?"

    "Who are they, those savage two-legged cows?"

    "I think so. Apart from them, there is no one else in this forest."

    The ghoul whimpered in a low voice. Admiral Dai Lin seemed to understand what the undead wanted to express. He gently tapped the opponent's shoulder with the Tide Sword at his waist as an effort and answer:

    "Don't worry, just keep resisting, they won't be far away."

    Even though the admiral at this moment is no longer as awe-inspiring and inviolable as he was when he landed on Kalimdor, the majesty and demeanor of a generation of kings have long been integrated into his bones and blood, and they will always be revealed in every inadvertent move.

    Even if he was indeed killed once in that absurd and hasty Northern Expedition, he died under the siege of countless undead, and died under the sword of the man who almost became his son-in-law

    The injuries sustained at that time left indelible scars on his body.  Now his skin is as pale as paper, lacking luster and moisture. His exposed arms and palms are as skinny as a skeleton. One eye is permanently blind, so he wears a helmet with a hollow skull pattern printed on the surface.  Blindfold to cover up.

    There was a fatal wound on his chest. It was a stab wound caused by the rune sword. It was a memorial left to him by Frostmourne. It has not yet healed.  The high-quality update was just under the wound leading to the gap in the ribs, piercing the heart, but the heart that was once a human had long since decayed and stopped beating, replaced by a blazing blue and white flame.

    He became an undead creature that everyone hated.

    The king of the sea who once dominated the endless sea is a smoke and mirrors yesterday, and now he is the second-in-command of the Undead Scourge, the great lord of the Scourge who even bows to the great lich Kel'Thuzad when he comes to see him.

    As a king of a generation, Dailin Proud Moore could not let go of his power and kingdom, and more than once dreamed of eternal immortality in his sleep.  The funny thing is that only after you become an undead can you understand how painful it is to live forever

    The fire of the soul burned everything about the past in his memory all the time. Pain, regret, anger and sadness and all kinds of negative emotions lingered in his soul, making him endure torture day and night.  Day after day, human emotions are gradually worn away, and now only the cold hatred for the past is left in the mind.

    But even though he became undead, it was not all without gain. The "son-in-law" who had disappointed, hated, and puzzled him gave him the power to summon an undead army that was not afraid of life and death and was tireless, but it was just one of them.  Just items.

    This is a power that is far beyond the ordinary world. It is completely different from the shallow powers that were based on power in life. It is a real power that can be mastered.

    And now the newly promoted Lord of Natural Disaster is using the power given to him by the Lich King to complete the order issued by the supreme being on the Frozen Throne:

    Destroy those yak natives who are still living but still dare to resist the rule of the Scourge!

    "Destroy their souls and resurrect their bodies."

    Let the "reborn" people become the axes and warhammers of the Lich King's army to attack the city!

    This is another order that the natural disaster lord secretly scolds.

    I don¡¯t know if this was the first time in my life that I failed and failed on the island of Quel¡¯Danas.The retreat left a deep impression on Arthas. The "son-in-law" who had fallen into coma on the Frozen Throne seemed to be very interested in the powerful big man like the tauren.  He even did not hesitate to send the lich Amennar to cooperate with those stupid and ugly wild boars, just to collect and seize some intact tauren corpses to transform into his new subordinates.

    And when the plan that seemed to Admiral Dailin to be whimsical and ignorant of the so-called failure, Arthas finally no longer abandoned the near and far away, but set his sights on these natives who had lived in Northrend for generations, known as the warriors of the North.  Yak people - the so-called distant relatives of the tauren who once brought shame to themselves.

    Ha, yak people, warriors of the north?

    They are just a group of prey being played by him!

    ?¡­

    More and more ghouls are appearing in the forest like ghosts, and the army of the undead is divided into small groups and running in all directions.  High-quality updates are here

    Admiral Dai Lin listened carefully, and not long after, a long roar sounded in the distance. He sneered. His new subordinates indeed discovered the traces of the other party

    In the clearing in the forest, several ghouls surrounded the corpses of their companions. After a week, they raised their heads, as if sniffing the smell of blood in the air.  Then the leading wolf let out a terrifying roar, and all turned and chased in one direction.

    Scenes like this are happening everywhere in the jungle.

    The undead army soon discovered more traces. The corpses were buried under snowdrifts, among thorny thorns, and some were even hidden on tree trunks.  All the way north, more and more traces of such battles are left.  It seemed to outline a scene in which the savage but burly Two-legged Oxen fought and retreated, but they could never escape the pursuit of the undead army.

    General Dai Lin followed his undead army and inspected each corpse one by one. The wounds on the corpses confirmed his suspicion:

    At first, those furry two-legged cows still had time to dispose of the corpses or bury them under the snow, but later on, they had to leave the battlefield hastily and throw the ghoul corpses randomly in the forest.  thing.

    Moving forward a little further, those upright animals simply fled the battlefield, and most of the ghoul corpses stayed at the position where they were killed:

    This shows that the hairy two-legged cows have no time to dispose of the body, and they are running away in a hurry.

    On the other hand, this also means that the army of the undead is getting closer and closer to them.

    Admiral Dai Lin followed unhurriedly, and the new orders from his mouth were conveyed through the control of the acolytes and dark cultists who looked in awe and panic around him.

    As time goes by, the encirclement has become smaller and smaller.

    After simulating the battle situation and deployment in his mind, a hint of sarcasm finally appeared on Dai Lin's cold face:

    "Another successful hunt, huh?"

    ¡°It¡¯s time to close the net!¡±

    ?¡­

    A faint yellow light began to glow on the horizon, the scene began to become a little hazy, and the first ray of sunlight finally shined from the mountains.  It slightly dissipated the chill on the ice sheet.

    The forest is silent in the world covered with silver. Every branch growing from the snow-white trunk is as crystal clear and fragile as glass. With a slight touch, it will completely turn into powder with a click.

    The sound of heavy footsteps came from far to near, and the steps of different shades showed the owner's nervousness.

    ?????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? ?? can be followed by a rustling sound, like insects crawling under the grass, but it is actually the footsteps of an army of ghouls lying on the ground, pursuing at high speed.

    The next moment, the undead figures that were constantly emitting a stench emerged from the dense forest - they were ugly and terrifying ghouls, with rotting muscles, white bones looming, and a pair of bloodthirsty eyeballs shining with blood-red light; the undead army  Passing through the thorny thorn forest, they roared and attacked the yak warriors from the bushes, from under the snowdrifts, and from all directions.

    "These damn undead are catching up again!"

    "There are at least hundreds of them here!"

    ¡°Mother Earth is above, there are more here, I can¡¯t count them!¡±

    Behind the quickly retreating yak crowd, a group of young warriors, led by the yak men who looked like leaders, gritted their teeth and cursed, turned around and pulled out all kinds of "weapons" in their hands: battle axes, heavy hammers, spears, and even  sickle and hoe

    At that moment, time seemed to stand still, with the roaring undead on one side and the roaring warriors on the other.

    The action of the ghoul's attack?frozen in the cold air, a rough and thick ax cut off its hollow head, and then retracted it like lightning, and the filthy walking zombie fell beside the bushes, splattering with putrid blood.

    The young yak men took a step back in unison, leaving behind a long row of corpses quietly flowing with dirty black blood. The dark green plague kept rising from the rotting abscesses, covering the sight of the soldiers in the blink of an eye.  of vagueness.

    In the fog mixed with ice, snow and plague, several sharp axes slashed through the opponent's neck.  The air hissed as it was sucked into the cut trachea, blood mixed with fragments sprayed out from the neck continuously, and the lifeless body hung limply to the ground, making a muffled sound like a heavy object falling to the ground.  But in an instant, the ghoul army lost dozens of troops.

    "It's a pity that the group of ghouls passed over the corpses of their own kind like rolling snow waves, and rushed towards the yak people's team like an avalanche. The casualties of dozens of people were not worth mentioning at all for the natural disaster of the undead, which is famous for its numbers.  Even though the soldiers blocked wave after wave of attacks, a dozen young yak men were thrown to the ground by the crazy group of ghouls, and fell into eternal sleep for a moment

    Sarruk Snowhoof frowned and punched a ghoul in its open bloody mouth, almost sending it flying back with a single punch, and rolled away with splashes of blood and broken teeth.  Go far away.  Then he turned around and hammered, his hands wrapped in black wind and lightning struck the shriveled and rotten cheeks of the ghoul waiting for an opportunity to pounce. It was like smashing a rotten watermelon. In an instant, the ghoul turned red and white.  Splattered all over

    "Don't get entangled with them!" Looking back, he cast a healing chain to heal several tribesmen around him who had been injured in the previous round of attacks. Salruk Snowhoof shouted loudly: "Leave a few more and let me block them together."  They and the others escort the young and old to go first!¡±

    "Are you going to sacrifice yourself?"

    There was a sudden scolding on the fierce battlefield, followed by a "bang", and a strong black shadow hit the undead army like a comet hitting the earth, immediately causing a large wave of ghouls to flip over.  And the shouting in the snow and ice flying all over the sky continued:

    "At a young age, the most taboo thing is to act like a hero when your head is hot!"

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    Are you one of our own?

    Before everyone could figure out the questions in their minds, the guy who suddenly broke into the battlefield untied the cloak tied behind him with another movement, and gently threw it over. He was caught by the yak man Shaman Sarru.  Ke* Xuetou subconsciously hugged it with both hands.

    When the reflection came over, I took a closer look: there was an unconscious woman wrapped in a thick cloak

    "Leave two war hammers, take this woman with you, you retreat first!"

    Slowly turning around, a face that was different from that of a yak finally appeared in front of everyone's eyes. Before anyone could ask questions, this strange "fellow race" waved his hand impatiently and said, "I'll introduce myself later.  "

    ¡°Distant relatives, leave quickly and leave this place to me!¡±

    Although Salruk Snowhoof had too many questions about this sudden helper, he knew that now was not the time to dwell on these minutiae.  As the shaman of the clan, leading the clan members to escape from the hunt is the top priority at the moment.  What's more, this strange-looking tribesman seems like a friend but not an enemy

    He waved his hand to signal his companions to catch up with the tribesmen who had retreated far away. He took two warhammers from the tribesmen and threw them to them. After hesitating for a moment, Salruk still asked uneasily:

    "Is it okay if you are alone?"

    After this strange-looking tribesman heard the inquiry, a reserved and proud smile appeared on the corner of his resolute face. He shook the two ancient warhammers in his hands and a few foodies rushed forward without knowing whether they were alive or dead.  After the corpse was smashed into pieces, he replied nonchalantly:

    "Don't worry, Shaman, cleaning up these bones and dregs is just a warm-up for me!"

    "What you have to do is to catch up with your people quickly, and help me prepare some strong wine to keep away the cold."

    "When I finish stretching my muscles, I will catch up with you!" (To be continued.)
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