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Volume 2: Travel Notes on the Eastern Kingdom Chapter 391: Enemies meet on a narrow road (4)

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    When the collision between the two women was about to begin, a certain tauren warlord who was "ignorant and ignorant" of the concept of restlessness at home was still "carefree" eating hot pot and singing

    "You know, distant relative? I was once as tall, strong and skilled as you. I could even fight three spider demons by myself, until I was hit by an arrow in the knee"

    Chewing crunchy and crispy spider legs, drinking spicy northern spirits, and listening to the gossip of the yak people and herdsmen around them who don¡¯t know whether they are true or not - there are snacks to satisfy the craving, and strong wine to ward off the cold.  There were also people talking about the mountains together - Old Tang, who had just experienced a week-long wilderness survival, was very contented and felt that this was happiness

    ??????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? If only the atmosphere on the land below were not so depressing at this time.  .

    Bingwu Village can barely be regarded as the "main city" of the yak people in the North.

    Although in Old Tang's eyes, it is actually just a slightly larger village, it is indeed the largest gathering place of yak people on the Northrend road.

    Since rescuing a small clan of yak people who were being hunted by the undead, Old Tang, who had been following the track hurriedly and slowly, finally caught up with his target the night before yesterday, and stepped into it on the third day after the meeting.  The wall of Ice Mist Village.

    And the "city" that appeared in his field of vision at that moment suddenly gave Old Tang a full sense of familiarity - the slightly chaotic crowd, the swarming refugees, the nervous and dignified guards, and the faint words could be heard in his ears.  The sobbing of women and children as well as the suppressed groans and cries of pain in the first aid station - everything is just like the tauren tribes in Old Tang's memory who were nervously preparing for war before the Great Migration!

    In fact, the situation of the yak people today is not much better than that of the tauren back then, and it is even worse

    Back then, the tauren faced thousands of centaur scum, and now the yak people also have to resist the overwhelming walking corpses;

    When the tauren faced the earth elemental princess and numerous centaur khans in Maraudon, they even had powerful heroes from the older generation such as Kane* Bloodhoof, Magatha* Horrible Totem, and Barathen* Spirithoof.  However, the yak people today only have one warchief who has reached the hero level, but they must resist the undead Scourge, which is ravaging Azeroth and emerging in endless high-end forces. It is obvious that the chance of winning is slim;

    Even when Shuharu was at his lowest, the entire tribe of Kalimdor totaled one million people and one hundred thousand armored men.  As distant relatives of the tauren, the total population of these northern warriors is only 170,000 or 80,000, and the military strength that can actually enter the battlefield to compete with the enemy is less than 50,000. Most of these warriors are just in a hurry.  Hunters and herdsmen who take up arms to protect their people

    Coupled with the lack of tacit understanding among the clans due to their long-term separation and settlement, and the lack of experience in large-scale battles, etc., if they really face the strongest military force in the entire Azeroth, and have a large number of resurrected battlefield veterans and rich war experience.  The undead natural disaster of the middle and lower-level Death Rider commanders Even in the eyes of the arrogant Old Tang, the current situation really has no chance of winning!

    ?¡­

    "Those skeletons in 'history' did not expand so rapidly. Today is an eye-opener."

    After taking a big gulp of liquor, Old Tang immediately felt a burning sensation in his stomach.  However, Old Tang, who always liked to drink heavily, didn't care about this. Instead, he used the pungency of alcohol to make his mind run at high speed, trying to figure out the nature of this "undead riot".

    "But the focus of the Undead Sky's strategy for the entire Dragon Bone Wilderness is obviously the corpses of the eternally sleeping blue dragons, right? Why would they set their sights on the yak people? And with such great fanfare and mobilization of troops" The more he delved into it,  A certain warlord became more and more puzzled by the actions of the Undead Scourge: "Judging from the scale of the chasing troops, this is completely a rhythm to drive away the yak people"

    "What's going on with that bastard from Alsace this time?"

    There was too little information and insufficient clues, and Old Tang, who was not very good at these things, was in a state of confusion.  Rubbing the slightly sore forehead, the Tauren Grand Overseer whispered in a voice that could only be heard by himself:

    "Sleep well on his cold throne, and wait until I'm ready to settle the score with him. Why are you messing around"

    The Tauren Grand Overseer's attention was no longer on the nonsense of the yak herdsmen around him, but he couldn't help but speculate on the fate of a certain former "defeated general" - well, at least what a shameless warrior thought he was -  True intention.  .

    For that paranoid Alsace, Old Tang has always been willing to put himself in the perspective of the most malicious person Of course, the "number one trouble maker" who has always been in trouble has no idea that Duan  It was because of his stimulation that the Lich King, who was sitting on the throne, pointed the butcher knife at No.The virtuous yak natives.  In the eyes of a certain tauren great warlord, the distant relatives who were suffering from disasters had completely suffered unreasonable disasters.

    "Dear distant relative"

    An enthusiastic and tired call pulled Old Tang out of his thoughts.

    Sarluk Snow Hoof, the young yak man who happened to be rescued by Old Tang, was standing beside Old Tang with some restraint at the moment: "Chief Bingwu invites you to come over and discuss something  ¡±

    The young yak man in front of him¡ªseems to be a promising young shaman¡ªhad a very respectful attitude towards Old Tang, even though at this moment a certain warlord looked like a starving man holding a skewer and a wine jar.  damage image.

    But it seems that the heroic appearance of a certain starving ghost warlord a few days ago was really impressive. Coupled with the huge kindness of saving the entire clan, this young shaman who still retains his passion has completely become  His "brainless fan".  Let alone eating and drinking, I am afraid that even if Old Tang does something worse, he will probably be regarded by this yak man as an incomprehensible master

    "Oh, Chief Bingwu has finally thought it through?"

    As if asking and answering himself, Old Tang casually put the things in his hands at his feet, stood up and stretched in an unscrupulous manner, and then unscrupulously slapped his big hands stained with oil and wine on this impression.  Nice young distant relative on the shoulders.  While pretending to encourage his juniors, he unknowingly left a large, dirty handprint on the simple but neat leather armor.

    "Lead the way, we'll get there right now."

    The prank succeeded, which put a certain warlord who was still childlike in a good mood.  Suppressing the smile that couldn't help but appear at the corner of his mouth, Old Tang strode towards the chief's tent in his memory, which was neither luxurious nor majestic, but he sighed in a deep voice: "Time is money.  Oh no, time is life, my friend~"

    "Perhaps as we speak, the natural disasters of the undead have already laid out their encirclement for us."

    "Believe me, the efficiency of those walking zombies is far beyond your imagination!"

    *******

    Facts have proved that Old Tang did have an efficacious crow's mouth.

    Just when the yak people in the entire Dragon Bone Wilderness were forced by the mighty front of the Undead Scourge to gather and flee towards Bingwu Village, the "main city" of the yak people, two creepy death armies were already approaching from the ice.  The two merged into one on an ice field just two days away from Fog Village.

    Dai Lin's pale and powerful palms gently stroked the sword hanging on his waist - the symbol of the maritime kingship - the Tide Sword that had been forged with runes. His eyes were full of sharpness and majesty with satisfaction.  The few in front of me came at full speed after receiving the order, and the natural disaster masters who didn't waste a single second patrolled the bodies of different shapes.

    Lord Malogar, the gatekeeper of Icecrown Castle, whose strength is approaching the heroic level; Blood Queen Lana'thel, the leader of the heroic undead with powerful strength and strange tricks; and absolute support, 'reborn' in Dragonfall  In the land, the powerful frost dragon is still stronger than the famous Sapphiron. After the frost breeding, Sindragosa!

    "Very good. Seeing that you didn't obey my orders has saved me a lot of trouble."

    The Lord of Natural Disaster's tone was as calm and cold as ever, but his calm and self-confident aura permeated the scene, enough to silence anyone with evil intentions: "I don't want to have to return to the ice after I wipe out those barbaric two-legged cows.  Crown Fortress will thrust the Sword of the Tide into the skull of any one of you!"

    "As expected of a person who was once the lord of a country, Dai Lin's strength and domineering power have long been integrated into his blood.  Regardless of whether he is the king of the sea or the great lord of natural disasters, the aura of a true superior who kills decisively and speaks his mind has never faded.

    Although the three undead leaders in front of General Dai Lin all have the strength of almost heroic or epic heroes, facing the great natural disaster lord who is less powerful than ten thousand people, the soul pressure from the high-ranking undead still makes Xin  Dagosa and the other three undead leaders consciously or unconsciously endured the former admiral's unabashed threats and ridicule.

    ????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????: Blood Queen, Sindragosa and Lord Malogar remained silent with a wink.

    "Okay, let's stop chatting." Satisfied that the new subordinates in front of him did not do anything foolish or reckless, Admiral Dai Lin also stopped trying to beat his subordinates and got to the point directly: "  I thought it was just another happy hunting, but it seemed that some great helpers had joined the camp of those two-legged cows. As the true master of Northrend, I don¡¯t want the Scourge of the Undead to appear too rude  .¡±

    "So, aA big ¡®welcome dinner¡¯ is a must!  "

    "And your mission" Admiral Dai Lin paused slightly, and an evil and cruel smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "Your mission is to be responsible for the 'security of the dinner' and clean up those unworthy  A mention of salted fish!"

    ¡°This time, I don¡¯t want anything to go wrong!¡±

    ??????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????: The tyrannical momentum of the natural disaster lord rose into the sky like a raging ocean tide, and he shouted to the three natural disaster generals in front of him word by word:

    "Do you understand?" (To be continued.
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