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Volume 2: Travel Notes on the Eastern Kingdom Chapter 393: Enemies meet on a narrow road (6)

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    "Don't talk so casually, you short-lived species!"

    ??????????? Vaguely, a charming, seductive and sinister answer came clearly from right above Old Tang¡¯s head, causing the furious Tauren Warlord to raise his head suddenly.

    "These are the prey destined by the great lord. They are the warriors personally selected by His Majesty the Lich King for his future plans. You can't let them go casually~ Otherwise, it will be very difficult for them~~~"

    Wearing a long blood-red dress that looks more like an evening gown than a mage's robe, a charming and delicate face with a blue-gray face, plus a voluptuous figure After a rough look, the speaker  There is almost no difference from an ordinary blood elf noblewoman - of course, provided that you are so blind that you ignore the eye-catching and ferocious demon wings

    Blood Queen Lana'thel.

    One of the blood elf commanders who once followed Illidan and Kael'thas on their expedition to Northrend, but was unfortunately killed in that failed battle, is also one of the leaders of the Scourge after being resurrected by Arthas.

    Even the furious Old Tang couldn't help but frown slightly after searching the identity of the person from his memory.

    At this point, even though Old Tang is still trying to reverse the increasingly corrupt situation, he has to angrily admit that the yak people's hastily formulated breakout plan has been caught off guard by the natural disaster side who took the lead, and is slowly but resolutely slipping away.  Towards the abyss of failure.

    In fact, this time the walking dead's raid on Bingwu Village was accurate and ruthless, which greatly exceeded Old Tang's previous understanding of undead natural disasters.  Hundreds of thousands of yak herdsmen, village warriors, hunters, old and weak women and children who fled from all over the Northland to Bingwu Village had just broken through the encirclement, but they ran into the dragnet-like blockade of the undead natural disaster at noon the next day.  Line¡ª¡ªThe undead army that can¡¯t be seen to the edge.  It can be said that the hastily formulated breakout plan was given a heads-up by the undead from the very beginning.

    It is no longer the chaotic swarming that once saw blood, and it is no longer the mindless rush to fight. The army is not only composed of low-level cannon fodder with a large number but low combat effectiveness - in fact, those in the past are  The resurrected skeletons and brainless zombies that dominate the undead army are almost extinct this time.  Even the most inconspicuous undead on the blockade are tens of thousands of ghouls wearing tattered Kul Tiran naval uniforms - there are also a large number of abominations, crypt demons, cursed cultists, skeleton mages, and even death.  Knights abound

    This time, the purpose of the undead army is clearer, the organization is more rigorous, and the orders are more targeted. These are the conclusions that Old Tang came to during his breakout. After all, no matter who it is, dozens of people pretending to be grassroots officers are killed along the way.  The knights will be alert to the highest level after seeing him.

    Compared with the astonishing and amazing command and coordination abilities shown by the undead and natural disaster side in this raid, the yak side, known as the "Northern Warriors", performed poorly in terms of war response and command and dispatch.  People are embarrassed.

    Not to mention compared with the Dragon Wrestling Corps under Old Tang, it is the Western Wilderness People's Army that they had brief contact with.  It is also better than them in this aspect.

    You must know that the so-called Western Wilderness People's Army is just a militia organization that has not received an official designation

    There is no way. Battlefield experience is accumulated with one sword and one shot. Command experience is gained from victory or defeat one after another. These cannot be faked.  The yak warriors living in the North may have better qualifications and physical fitness, and they also have an eye-catching uniqueness in small team cooperation.  But in comparison, it really lacks experience in large-scale operations on such frontal battlefields.

    The only thing that made the anxious Old Tang secretly happy during the breakout was probably the fact that he had not met any heroic natural disaster generals until now.

    It¡¯s a pity that whatever happened to Old Tang was good but bad.

    Now the appearance of the Blood Queen Lana Thel made a terrifying thought appear uncontrollably in Old Tang's mind.  You must know that Lannathel has been living a shameless and happy life in the Council District of Icecrown Citadel with a few so-called blood princes.

    ? And this probably means

    "Go away, undead!" He suppressed the worries in his heart.  A certain down-and-out tauren warlord knocked over the tattered warhammer that was left in his hand and threatened with murderous intent: "If you don't want to die again!"

    ¡°Oh my, what a man who doesn¡¯t know how to be charming¡±

    It was obvious that the intimidation of a certain tauren warlord had no effect at all. The blue-black demon wings flapped, and the coquettish Blood Queen made a mockery while hovering unscrupulously on Old Tang's head:

    "Don't be so strict, stay and have some fun with othersHow is your son?  But after receiving the order, I will never let you go~~~"

    "Just you?"

    ??Bumping the somewhat twisted warhammer in his hand, Old Tang, who was at a disadvantage in the situation, still gave a disdainful snort in response to the apparently defiant undead above his head.  After re-stimulating the demon blood in his body, the power that filled his limbs and bones convinced Old Tang that even without the set of "magic costumes" he had worked so hard to accumulate.  Even if it's one-on-one with bare hands, if you want to break out of the siege, no one can stop you here, not even Arthas wakes up from his slumber!

    pity

    "Ha, of course I won't be the only one~~The reputation of the power of the Titans is thunderous even in this desolate Northrend!" Stopping her wandering movements, the Blood Queen Lannathel changed her previous words.  With a frivolous attitude, the magic power in his body began to surge: "Although it may seem very unambitious to say this, but when I learned that the famous Tauren Grand Overseer would come to the Northland alone, I was really surprised~  "

    "so"

    Along with the surging magic power fluctuations, clumps of dirty or fresh blood on the battlefield began to condense and pull into the air quickly.  In an instant, blood arrows filled the sky, locked by Lana Seer's spirit, and aimed at all the vital points on Old Tang's body.

    "I have temporarily brought in a good helper~!"

    Before he finished speaking, a majestic dragon roar filled with violence, frost, death and destruction resounded through the clouds throughout the world, deafening!

    In an instant, Old Tang¡¯s face became extremely solemn!

    The worst idea in my mind finally became a reality

    ¡ª¡ª¡ª¡ª¡ª¡ª¡ª¡ªThe dividing line we haven¡¯t seen for a long time¡ª¡ª¡ª¡ª¡ª¡ª¡ª¡ª

    Under the management of Nozdormu, the Lord of Time, the passage of time is always so imperceptible but unquestionable.  Like the only truth in the world.  In a daze, half a month has passed since the two behemoths in the world of Azeroth - the Alliance and the Horde - declared full-scale war.

    When the brave and bloody tribe dispatched troops and hundreds of thousands of troops across the endless sea to kill the Eastern Kingdom, the other side of the war - the tough and heroic Alliance, also did not sit back and die!

    The Western Plaguelands, the headquarters of the Scarlet Crusade, Tyr¡¯s Hand.

    ?¡­

    "Nearly half of the Forsaken elite have been dispatched. Sylvanas himself is sitting on the frontline battlefield in Hillsbrad Hills and has no skills. Now the undead in the Undercity are defenseless!"

    "Almost most of the main blood elves in Silvermoon City went to the outer lands with Kael'thas. There are still Amani trolls in the territory who are watching eagerly and must be stationed to suppress them. According to the intelligence from MI7, the blood elves managed to mobilize  Reinforcements have already appeared in Mulgore's Legion Fortress through the portal a few days ago. Quel'Thalas currently has sufficient defenses but insufficient fortifications. It is unable to break the blockade of the undead natural disaster outside the Ghost Land, let alone launch a surprise attack.  Your hand. In this way, there will be no worries!"

    The candlelight in the prayer room was a little dim, and the flickering candlelight from time to time stretched and stretched the figures of the people in the room on the surrounding walls. The atmosphere in the room became depressing and mysterious because of the flickering candlelight.  And the Archbishop Benedictus of Stormwind City, who was wearing a solemn milky white patriarchal robe, was lobbying hard to the two old friends in front of him with a pair of bloodshot eyes.

    "In addition, the frontal battlefield is besieged and restrained by our coalition forces from Stormwind City and Ironforge. As long as the Scarlet Crusaders set off from the Plaguelands and break through the Undead Barrier, they can directly take the Undercity. Defeat the Forsaken under a double attack and regain Lordaeron.  Lun"

    Except for the somewhat urgent voice of Archbishop Benedictus, the prayer room was still silent. In fact, the slightly depressing and anxious scene like now has been played out many times in this prayer room in the past few days.  At this delicate moment when the Alliance is about to meet the Horde, the Alliance hopes to use diplomacy to do its best to gain support from one or even several parties, so that the Alliance military can attack from multiple parties, annihilate them first, or bring down the Forsaken and then encircle them.  Click on the strategic intention of aid.

    And the now powerful Scarlet Crusade is undoubtedly one of the goals of Stormwind City¡¯s top brass.

    It is a pity that the Scarlet Crusade, which was born out of the Silver Hand, is a neutral force.  Since its establishment, it has been immersed in eradicating the undead natural disasters all over the Plague Land, and has always shown little interest in and never interfered with the frictions, disputes and even gunfire between the alliance tribes.

    ¡°This time, if we want to persuade this group of fanatics with clear goals to act together, the alliance must send an ambassador of sufficient weight and strength.  And both with several senior members of the Scarlet Crusade,With his profound friendship and personal friendship, Benedictus, who is also the highly respected and praised Patriarch of the Storm Kingdom of the Holy Light Cathedral, is undoubtedly the best candidate.

    "It's a pity that even if Benedictus, who has been thinking so hard about this matter, is moved to understand the matter, there is still no progress in the negotiations

    "This is the last chance for the Scarlet Crusade and the Argent Dawn, and it is also the best opportunity for the people of Lordaeron to regain their lost land and return to their homeland!"

    "Once you miss a good opportunity, you will regret it!" Looking at the two old friends opposite who had so far remained silent and unmoved, the dry-mouthed Archbishop Benedictus finally became angry and endured it.  He kept shouting and asking:

    "Holy Light, Alessandro, Isenlien, what are you hesitating about?"

    ¡°We haven¡¯t seen each other for a few years, Benedictus, your patience is not as good as it used to be¡±

    Accompanied by Benedictus¡¯s shouts, he wore a bright red bishop¡¯s crown and the red and white robe of the Scarlet Crusade¡¯s officiant¡ªthe Scarlet Crusade¡¯s Attorney General.  The Grand Prosecutor of the Scarlet Crusade of Hearthglen - Isenlien chuckled and changed the topic.

    On the other side, the real speaker of the Scarlet Crusade - "Ashebringer" - High Lord Mograine finally turned his attention to Benedictus's slightly anxious face: "Just because you are not enough,  It¡¯s a solid plan, why should I agree to it?¡±

    "You want the Scarlet Crusade to join the war?"

    "Can consider it!"

    "But before that" With his eyes as sharp as a hawk, Old Mograine flicked the Ashbringer's sword blade with his finger, and then asked in an unquestionable tone:

    "Stop being secretive and tell me, who else have you contacted?"

    PS: Well, the plot collapse has begun~~
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