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Volume 2: Travel Notes on the Eastern Kingdom Chapter 400 How do you want me to fight on Nightmare Difficulty?

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    Daelin Proudmoore.

    Another person whose destiny was changed by butterfly wings.

    If Old Tang had not been active in the Durotar incident, according to the original history, the greatest king in the history of the Kingdom of Kul Tiras would have died on the shore of Durotar.  On the battleships that traversed the endless sea, he finally became famous in history as an uncompromising leader of the kingdom and a human hero who fought against alien races.  Instead of being like this now, he was 'reborn' in the wild land of Northrend as a natural disaster lord who outnumbered tens of thousands of people due to a combination of circumstances and acted as the number one sword and eagle dog in the hands of the Lich King.

    In this regard, Old Tang¡¯s mentality is somewhat complicated.

    It can be said that Daelin Proudmoore has changed from a king of a country respected by thousands of people, a navy whose reputation on the endless sea can stand shoulder to shoulder with the Tide Hunters, to the man and ghost he is today.  It is inseparable from Lao Tang¡¯s past behavior.

    Although he escaped the pursuit of death in disguise, compared to being "reborn" as a filthy undead, this proud sea king should be more willing to accept the ending of glorious death as a human hero, right?

    In the incident when the tribe expelled the Kul Tiras navy, although it was out of self-protection, he instigated a daughter to betray her father No matter how old Tang defended his behavior or found a thousand reasons in his heart  To support his decision, there is no doubt that Old Tang played a disgraceful or even dirty role that time.

    What's more, without the threat and coercion of Old Tang, the defeated Dailin Proudmoore would not have led his soldiers to the expedition to Northrend, and would not have been alone and alone against the shaman with bottomless strength.  The duel between demon kings will not lead to the desolate death, resurrection, and transition from life to death under the blade of Frostmourne

    It can be said.  Even if Old Tang was not the culprit of Daelin Proudmoore's tragic fate, he was definitely an undisputed accomplice.

    "haven't seen you for a long time."

    Putting away the complexity in his eyes and the faint guilt in his heart, Old Tang's expression returned to his usual calmness, and he spoke with a frivolous tone.

    "It seems that you are doing well in the Scourge Legion."

    No matter what.  In the current situation where someone was "catching a turtle in a urn", Old Tang had to put aside the turmoil in his heart and try his best to calm down.  Today, Daelin Proudmoore is blessed and favored by the power of death. As the Scourge Lord, his strength is no longer the same as that of the admiral he once was.  Old Tang, who has experienced hundreds of battles, can easily feel the undisputed power of this death knight from the opponent's fierce momentum and the strong pressure of the power of death!

    This is an opponent that cannot be underestimated.  Even though Old Tang had absolute confidence in his close combat capabilities, he did not dare to say victory or defeat when faced with the murderous Dailin Proudmoore in front of him because there might be an oversight.  What awaits Old Tang is the dividing line between victory and defeat and life and death.

    "Of course," the corners of Proudmoore's stiff mouth turned up slightly, but the hatred in his eyes could not be hidden: "Thanks to you, now that I embrace death, I have been reborn under the care of the power of death!"

    "Do you mean the tattered zombie face you have now by being reborn?"

    Old Tang, who roughly picked his nose and put on an expression of contempt, gave full play to his talent for ridicule:

    "To be honest, I still think you were more pleasing to the eye in the past. After all, although you were a little older at that time, you still looked old, and at least you had a personal appearance. But now maybe you should find someone better.  A plastic surgeon? In that case, this 'rotten vegetable field' might be able to be salvaged, although I think it's quite difficult. But maybe you'll be lucky all of a sudden?"

    He shook the bone spear in his hand, and a series of annoying words spewed out of Old Tang's mouth.

    "By the way, what do you think of me being the surgeon? We often give plastic surgery to ugly monsters like demons and undead. Not long ago, we even gave a pair of black dragon brothers and sisters free skin removal. Trust me, as long as you let me  Smash it with a hammer~~~The world will be beautiful~~~!"

    ¡°It¡¯s a pity that Old Tang¡¯s ridicule didn¡¯t seem to have any effect.

    "Haha. Are you still using your words now?" Faced with Old Tang's provocations that tried to anger him, the natural disaster lord still ignored them indifferently as if he was not affected at all: "How arrogant are you?  A sense of crisis, or are you holding on to make yourself look more likely to win?"

    "Okay. The small talk ends here." After waving his hand to stop Old Tang's retort, Dailin Proudmoore finally showed a hint of impatience. "After today, we will have endless time to communicate with each other.Until you get bored!  "

    "Now, come on, join the welcome ceremony I specially prepared for you. Let me show my friendship as a landlord!"

    A look of cruelty, pleasure, expectation, and hatred appeared on Daelin Proudmoore's stiff face, and she released the reins and waved her hand gently.  Several figures of different shapes appeared in succession from the sky and from within the woods.  From under the ice sheet, from the army, one after another appeared in front of the formation in various ways.

    Blood Queen Lana'thel and Frostbrood Queen Sindragosa, who we had dealt with on the previous escape; a Crypt Lord with a blue chitin carapace; and another holding a giant axe, with a pair of giant bone wings behind his back.  A huge undead construct made up of a bunch of weird bones

    Needless to say, the first two, in the previous battle, these two used air supremacy to torture Old Tang like a dead dog; and although the Crypt Lord could not recognize his identity because of the appearance of the Crypt Demon, the Crypt Lord  The lord's difficult fighting style makes each of them difficult to deal with; as for the highly recognizable giant undead construct Lord Malogar - the gatekeeper of Icecrown Citadel, it is already considered a threat compared to the others.  The lowest opponent

    Counting Dailin Proudmoore, the great natural disaster lord, there are five hero levels. This lineup can be formed into a group to defeat the ancient gods!

    "Is the Scourge Legion holding a demonstration recently? How come all these monsters and monsters have slipped out?" Although the pressure in his heart increased sharply, on the surface, Old Tang still tried to maintain a nonchalant look, and said sarcastically: "There's no need.  Are you going to have such a big fight? Is this party too grand? "

    "Grand? No, no, no~ This is just a necessary guarantee for the guests to enjoy themselves," maybe he was very satisfied with his own arrangement.  Daelin Proudmoore, who rode forward, had a rare smile on his face, "Lana'thel reminded me that your escape ability is excellent. I don't want the long-prepared welcome ceremony to fail because the guests leave. That would be too rude."  Got it!"

    He looked at the natural disaster lord who looked sure of himself, and then carefully looked at the airtight natural disaster surrounding network.  Old Tang finally stopped smiling playfully and asked in a consultative tone:

    "Hey, we are old acquaintances after all. Can you give me some face?"

    "I can stay, but as a tradehow about letting these young men live?"

    Old Tang¡¯s words caused a commotion among the remaining nearly a hundred yak warriors, but they were immediately suppressed by Old Tang.  Daelin Proudmoore on the other side pondered briefly.  He seems to be thinking about the price of negotiation.

    "Well, maybe this is a good suggestion? Maybe when you and I become colleagues, you can personally send them death and rebirth. Wouldn't that be more interesting?"

    "but¡­¡­"

    A but made the atmosphere suddenly change.  this moment.  Admiral Dai Lin's tone was full of cruel resentment and vengeful malice:

    "Why should I give you face?"

    "Look around you carefully! How do you think I created such an army of the undead?" The roar of the natural disaster lord burst into Old Tang's ears: "Those tattered shirts, how can you  Doesn¡¯t that look familiar? Or do you think it¡¯s my nostalgic prank to put these guys in Kul Tiran naval tabards?¡±

    "Each of them was a soldier who loyally followed me, and they were all members of the Kul Tiran Navy! But they all died in this land they should not have come to, and died under the stench of fangs.  Before the claws," Daelin Proudmoore's roar paused, becoming hateful and sinister: "I will die under your machinations!"

    "You have never pitied their fate, and now you expect me to be merciful?"

    Daelin Proudmoore slowly pulled out the Sword of Tides, pointed the blade of the sword with magic light at Gud's Horrible Totem's head, gritted his teeth and roared angrily:

    ¡°It¡¯s so shameless that it¡¯s ridiculous!¡±

    "Now. The banquet begins!"

    "Gud* Horrible Totem!"

    "Please¡­¡­"

    "go to hell!

    With the roar, Daelin Proudmoor's hand holding the sword suddenly swung downwards, and in the next moment, arrows from both wings came like a rain that covered the sky!

    "Defense!"

    The roar of urgent orders was deafening.  At the same time, a golden ray of light spurted out with Old Tang as the center of the circle, turning into an inverted semicircular shield, barely protecting everyone in the moment before the arrow rain came.

    But the power of thousands of arrows was not something that Old Tang's unskilled power of Yang Yan could withstand. Almost instantly, the shield of the Holy Shield shattered into spots of light all over the sky.  In an instant, dozens of yak warriors who were slower to react were killed.The arrows shot into a hedgehog, and then fell to the ground with a crash.

    It¡¯s just a hail of arrows.  The last bit of fire among the escapees killed more than half of them, heavy casualties!

    ¡°Daelin Proudmoore!!!¡±

    Old Tang, whose eyes were about to burst, almost went crazy.  With a crazy and unwilling roar, Old Tang stared at the figure sitting on the skeletal horse across from him.

    The natural disasters of undead that were swarming around were ignored by Old Tang. A death knight who rushed forward was kicked out by Old Tang who didn't even look at it.  They knocked down several ghouls on the other side without losing strength, including men and horses.  Taking a few steps forward, Old Tang squatted down slightly, and the next second suddenly jumped into the air - twisted around, exerted force, and swung his arms. The bone spear that was originally held tightly in his hand suddenly seemed like a white lightning.  It shot away at a speed that was difficult to discern with the naked eye.

    Get Daelin Proudmoore¡¯s head!  (To be continued)

    PS: I haven¡¯t been updating for a long time, and the status is not very good. I will adjust my thoughts in the past two days and push to the main line as soon as possible!

    PS: Anyone who can read this chapter after half a year off is true love!

    With no retribution, I did a 360-degree front somersault in the ice and snow, landed on all fours, vomited blood, and knelt down to thank me!  !  !
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