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- As the sun rises slowly, the turbulent Azeroth ushered in a new day. ¡Ê¡â
Today¡¯s Dragon Bone Wilderness seems to be a rare good weather.
The wind and snow stopped, the fog dissipated, and the sky brightened.
With this rare sunshine, on the vast white ice field in the distance, a majestic tower that seems to be there or not can vaguely reveal its towering outline. Goode* is walking slowly forward. The Grimtotem loomed in his sight.
"Well, it's a little more spectacular than I imagined"
Tightening the bone spear in his hand that looked a bit rough due to temporary production - the raw material came from the ribs of a downed frost dragon - the Grand Warlord from Thunder Bluff gently rubbed the center of his brow. He removed the remaining snow on his eyebrows, muttering to himself and retracting his gaze towards the destination.
The weapons and equipment that Goode has now are simply weak and pitiful.
Not to mention the bone spear in his hand that was of unknown use, the tauren warlord's majestic body was only covered with a thick white bearskin cloak. The cloak was neither tanned nor carefully cleaned. It looked more like it had just been ripped off the corpse of an unlucky ice bear. There were even traces of blood remaining in some hidden corners. There is no armor protection under the cloak, and the knotted muscles are almost Good's last "armor".
The loss of the magic pocket made it impossible to use many of the spare equipment and preparation methods that Good had prepared before; the undead chasing after him on the escape road made supplies extremely difficult.
With only the resources at hand, Old Tang, who was always accustomed to arming himself to the teeth before going to the battlefield, was a cunning woman who could not make a meal without rice this time.
After once again scanning the rolling hills ahead and the dense cedar woodlands around him, Old Tang felt increasingly uneasy.
"I really hope I am paranoid"
"What did you just say?" Saluk*Snowhoof said. The young yak shaman who joined the Duanhou team heard Old Tang's muttering. I probably thought it was some kind of inquiry or order. Couldn't help but ask. "Is there any problem, Your Excellency?"
question?
Of course there is.
Thanks to the violent storms and snowfall in recent days.
Old Tang and the more than a hundred surviving yak warriors, who had temporarily escaped their pursuers, were tortured by the day and night trek in the wind and snow, but they finally approached their destination safely. During nearly a week's journey, a group of escapees were lucky enough not to encounter a large-scale undead hunt, as if the group of walking zombies had impatiently withdrawn their siege net.
The entire second half of the escape was like an armed training and wilderness survival in a harsh environment
But this is exactly what Old Tang has been secretly worried about these past few days.
This is not the first time Goode has dealt with the Scourge. When it comes to understanding the undead, in Azeroth. The Tauren Overseer is definitely one of the most senior experts. It is precisely because of this that Good will never underestimate the persistence and patience of this old opponent
Abandoning prey because of raging snow and bad weather?
This is definitely not the style of those skeletons.
It has the strongest adaptability to the battlefield environment in Azeroth (whether it is a lack of military rations or a harsh environment is not a problem); it has the most cost-effective cannon fodder in Azeroth (no fear, no impact on morale), and even has The most forbidden force in Azeroth (under the single-line command of the Lich and the Death Knight, there is no disconnect between the top and bottom of the army and unclear orders);
As long as the commander of this natural disaster army has not given up the pursuit of his own people, the natural disaster's siege and suppression will never be cancelled.
And Old Tang firmly believed that the commander, whom he had never met yet, would never let go of his "big fish"!
It¡¯s not that Gude thinks highly of himself or feels good about himself, but based on his current status, strength and influence in Azeroth, catching or killing himself is definitely worth pursuing in terms of the Scourge of the Undead. Those yak people, old, weak, women and children who escaped from the encirclement, even had a surplus.
Coupled with the fact that Old Tang had teamed up with Kael'thas to punish the Lich King for their first defeat on Kui Island, Alsace's extreme and awkward character would definitely regard that trip to the Sunwell as a great shame. Always thinking about washing
Facing myself, who is almost alone, I am in Northrend, the natural disaster base camp. Now that there is an opportunity to stay here, no matter which natural disaster boss the other party's commander is, he will never let it go easily. He might even pack himself up to be "expressed" to that guy's throne in Alsace at all costswhether it's a prisoner or a corpse.
But now, the natural disaster is mysteriousHe did not take advantage of the victory to pursue the victory and beat up the "cow" that fell into the water. This is not magic at all!
Before he understood the situation on the other side, Old Tang felt that no matter how cautious or suspicious he was, he could never be too cautious.
It can be imagined that during this escape journey, the later the pursuit of the undead comes, the more fully prepared the opponent is, the larger the battle, and the higher the danger. Therefore, it is very likely that there is a high-standard "big pit" waiting for you ahead!
? Okay, let¡¯s repeat the same old tune!
Because it is very important, I must repeat it again!
?? Good* Horrible Totem is definitely a crow¡¯s mouth favored by Lady Doom!
Before Old Tang could answer the Yak Shaman¡¯s question, the scouts¡¯ exclamations and angry shouts came from the rear of the team
Less than a hundred meters behind the scouts, countless rotten arms covered with claws were lifting up the ice and snow and stretching out from the ground. Then there were heads with phosphorus burning in their eye sockets and faces covered with rotten flesh, then collarbones and shoulders. Armor and the entire tattered upper body. Countless ghouls were crawling out of the ground one after another. They shook off the ice crystals on their armor and shirts that were so tattered that their original appearance could not be seen. They let out terrifying roars and gathered together overwhelmingly. For a moment, Everything was dark in front of my eyes.
At the same time, in the cedar forest on both sides, the will-o'-the-wisp-like soul fire appeared in patches, and the blue color emanating from those empty pupils gathered together, like a moving blue city wall. Large groups of skeleton archers holding bone longbows came out of the dense forest one after another until they gathered at a predetermined position and then raised their longbows. The arrows on the longbows reflected the faint green. light. People can easily associate it with scary words such as virus and plague.
It seemed like an instant. Complete long archer positions were set up on both sides of the escapees.
One hundred and ten huge ugly seams of hatred pushed arrogantly into the trees blocking the road in front of them. Carrying blood-stained meat hooks and sharp axes, more and more people came out of the dense forest. They were loosely connected in front of the skeleton archers. The ugly and ferocious faces had big mouths dripping with blood. There was foul-smelling saliva and drool, and he looked disgusting and thirsty
This is not over yet!
Before everyone¡¯s exclamations could end, a group of ¡°dark clouds¡± had already crossed the towering snow-capped mountains in the distance and rolled from the horizon, blocking half of the sunlight in the sky in an instant. The loud but sinister dragon roars were accompanied by the formidable figures of dozens of frost dragons, and the black gargoyles followed closely behind with their ferocious claws and fangs exposed. The wings on the battlefield The sound of fanning and trembling was continuous. For a moment it sounded like thunder.
There is an army of ghouls behind them, undead long archers are on standby around them, and there are even an army of frost dragons and gargoyles covering the sky Old Tang and his party, who were at ease a moment ago, are now trapped in the sky with nowhere to go. Desperate situation with no way out
Next to Old Tang, the young yak shaman Sarruk Snowhoof just froze there. He tried to grab the warhammer he was carrying behind his back several times but failed. However, these crises coming from all directions still seemed to fail to attract the attention of the Tauren Grand Overseer, because there were worse situations that firmly attracted Old Tang's attention.
An army of undead, roughly estimated to number more than three thousand, slowly moved forward in the face of Old Tang's solemn gaze, slowly but surely setting up their formation on the path that Old Tang and others must pass through.
The undead swordsmen in pitch-black Saronite iron armor were lined up next to each other. Their ferocious battle armor is all covered with a sea-blue battle robe depicting waves, long swords, and iron anchors. Without exception.
With the flags of several death knights waving, these terrifying and silent undead swordsmen all took a step forward. They held palm-width black swords upside down in both hands. Flatten the blade of the sword, with the tip of the sword touching the ground. Hold the counterweight with one hand at chest level, and hold the hilt of the sword behind with the palm of the other hand facing upward. Lean your body forward at a certain angle with the sword body - three More than a thousand skeletons and zombie swordsmen maintained this movement at the same time. Rows of long steel swords were lowered one after another amid the snowflakes blown by the breeze. The cold light on the sword blades formed a line, like the sharp teeth of death.
These undead swordsmen are unlike any undead natural disaster that Old Tang has ever seen!
They are well trained; they are well equipped; they are not soulless flesh and blood puppets, they still have their minds;
Yes!
They are like a group of forgotten people loyal to the Lich King!
However, compared to these unique undead souls that have never been seen before, the death knight sitting on the skeletal horse, surrounded by many undead swordsmen at this moment, is undoubtedly more eye-catching!
If the world is a night, and everyone is a part of the night??Yinghuo's words.
Those professionals who are more powerful, their light is like incandescent lamps on the roadside, enough to illuminate a small world; ordinary people who are weak are like fireflies, although they are numerous, they can only flicker slightly;
And the light emitted by this death knight is undoubtedly like fireworks suddenly blooming in the dark night, not only dazzling but also eye-catching.
Even if they are far apart, even if any paladin or priest does not use the magic of detecting the undead, they can easily feel the powerful pressure of death and withering that is constantly emitting from this death knight
"Daelin Proudmoore."
Ignoring the army of undead that were watching from above and below, Old Tang slowly walked forward with cautious eyes. After a moment of silence, he said with a complicated expression:
"I guessed a lot of possibilities before, but I really didn't expect that the person who finally came to 'greet' me was you."
The former admiral who was surrounded by a small group of death knights in the center, this natural disaster lord who now outnumbered ten thousand people by one person, also wore the armor of a ferocious death knight, but without a helmet. A pale head was exposed above the breastplate, with a few sparse tufts of hair like weeds in the wind. The once old and attractive face was now gradually covered with dried corpse spots. His eyes were burning with blue soul fire, and his whole body exuded the cold breath of death.
"Look who this is!"
Holding the reins of the skeletal war horse with one hand, and lightly pressing the hilt of the Tide Sword that once symbolized the supreme authority of the Kingdom of Kul Tiras with one hand, Dailin Protemore, who seemed to have been waiting for a long time, looked at Old Tang with interest. It wasn't until the corners of his stiff mouth slowly turned up in a sarcastic arc that he responded enthusiastically:
"The Great Overlord of the Tauren, the defender of Mount Hyjal, the vanguard against the Scourge, and" The hoarse voice gradually turned from mockery to cold, and a deep hatred gradually filled the air: "Turned me into what I am now. The originator of the ghost-like appearance"
"Gud* Horrible Totem."
"Long time no see!" (To be continued, please search Piaotian Literature, the novels will be better and updated faster!
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