When the collision between two women was about to begin, a "ignorant" general of the Taurus General, who was "ignorant" about the concept of "staying at home", was still "careless" eating hot pot and singing songs...

"Do you know, a distant relative? I used to be as strong as you, and I was as strong as you, and I could even fight three spider demons alone until I was shot in my knee..."

Chewing crispy spider legs, drinking spicy northern spirits, listening to the yak herders with a strong surname, who don't know the truth or falsehood - some snacks to satisfy their cravings, some strong liquor to drive away the cold, and some people chatting about the mountains together - Lao Tang, who had just experienced a week-long survival in the wilderness, was very content and felt that this was happiness...

If the atmosphere of the land under your feet is not so depressing at this time...

Bingwu Village is barely considered the "main city" of the yaks in the north.

Although in Lao Tang's eyes, it is actually just a slightly larger village, it is indeed the largest gathering place for the Yak people on Northrend Road.

Since rescuing the small yak clan that was chased by the undead, Lao Tang, who was rushing along the trajectory, finally caught up with his target the night before yesterday, and stepped into the wall of the Icefog Village on the third day after the Huihe River.

And the "city" presented in his vision suddenly made Lao Tang feel familiar - a slightly chaotic crowd, a fugitive who flocked to him, a nervous and solemn guard, a faint sob sobbing of women and children who were faintly heard, and a suppressed and painful moan and crying in the emergency station - everything was like the Taurus tribes that were nervously prepared for war before the great migration in Lao Tang's memory!

In fact, the situation of yaks today is not much better than that of the Taurens back then, and even worse...

The Taurens back then were facing thousands of centaur scum, and today's yaks also had to resist the overwhelming number of walking corpses;

The Taurus, who had faced the Earth Elemental Princess in Maraton and the numerous centaur Khans, had Kane's Blood Hoof, Magasa's Horror Totem, Balasen's Spirit Hoof and other older generation hero-level powerful men. However, today's Yak people only have a hero-level chief, but they must resist the undead natural disaster that ravaged Azeroth. The endless high-end powers are obviously very rare.

Even when Shuharu was at its most downturn, the entire Kalimdor tribe had a total of one million people and a hundred thousand armored ones. As a distant relative of the Tauren, the total population of these northern warriors was only 170,000 to 180,000. The military force that could truly enter the battlefield to compete with the enemy was less than 50,000. Among them, most of the soldiers were just hunters and herdsmen who rushed to pick up weapons to protect the tribe...

In addition, the lack of tacit understanding caused by the years of dispersion among the clans, the lack of experience in large-scale battles, etc., if it really faces the undead natural disasters of Azeroth who has the strongest troops and a large number of resurrected generals on the battlefield, and the middle and lower-level dead cavalry commanders with rich war experience... Even in the eyes of the arrogant old Tang, the current situation really has no chance of winning!

......

"The expansion of those skeletons in 'history' is not so rapid. Today I'm considered an eye-opener."

After taking a big sip of strong wine, Lao Tang's stomach suddenly felt a burning feeling. However, Lao Tang, who had always liked to drink loudly, was not concerned about this, but instead used the spicy alcohol to make his mind run at high speed, trying to understand the essence of this "undead riot".

"But the focus of the Undead Heaven's strategy for the entire Dragon Bone Wilderness is clearly the corpses of those blue dragons that sleep forever, right? How could he put his ideas on the yak people? He was so full of fanfare and mobilized many troops..." The more he studied, the more he was puzzled by the Undead's natural disaster: "From the scale of the pursuers, this is a rhythm of killing all the yak people..."

"What's the trouble with that second-hand man in Arthas this time?"

Lao Tang, who was not very good at these, had too little information and lacked clues, had a mud in his mind. After rubbing his slightly painful eyebrows, the Tauren General whispered in his voice that he could only hear:

"Sleep well on his cold throne. Can't you settle the score with him after your brother is ready? What's the point of making a mess..."

The Tauren General's attention was no longer on the yaks and herdsmen around him, but involuntarily speculated about the true intention of a former "defeated general" - well, at least a shameless soldier thinks of himself..

Old Tang has always been willing to think with the greatest malicious intention of the paranoid Arthas... Of course, the "Tianzi No. 1 Stumbling Sticker" who has always been troubled has no idea that the Lich King, who was sitting on the throne, was stimulated by him and pointed the butcher knife at the yak natives in Northrend. The distant relatives who were disastrous in the eyes of a Taurus General General were completely suffering from undesirable disasters.

"Dignified distant relative..."

A call of enthusiasm and fatigue pulled Lao Tang out of his thoughts.

Sarruk* Snow Hoof - the young yak man who happened to be saved by Lao Tang was standing beside Lao Tang with some restraint: "Chief Ice Fog Please come over and discuss something..."

The yak man in front of him - who seemed to be a promising young shaman - was very respectful to Lao Tang. Even though a certain supervisor at this moment, he had a skewer and a starving ghost in the wine jar, he looked really detrimental to his image.

But it seems that the heroic figure of a starving ghost general who was a thousand horseman a few days ago was really impressive. In addition, the great kindness that saved the entire clan completely made this young shaman who still retained his passion become his "brainless fan". Not to mention eating wildly, even if Lao Tang did something worse, he would probably be regarded as an incomprehensible master by this yak guy...

"Oh, Chief Ice Mist finally thought it through?"

It was like asking and answering questions. Old Tang casually put the things in his hands at his feet and stood up without any image, stretching his waist, then unscrupulously patted his big hand covered with oil and wine stains on the shoulders of this young distant relative who had a good impression. While pretending to encourage the younger generation, he unknowingly left a dirty big handprint on the simple but neat leather armor.

"Let's lead the way, let's hurry over now."

The prank succeeded, which made a certain supervisor who had not lost his childlike heart feel good. He suppressed the smile on his lips, and Old Tang walked towards the chief's tent that was neither luxurious nor majestic in his memory, but he sighed in a divine way: "Time is money, oh no, time is life, my friend~"

"Maybe as we speak, the encirclement of the natural disasters against us has been laid out."

"Believe me, those walking dead are far more efficient than you think!"

*******

As it turns out, Lao Tang does have a valid crow's mouth.

Just when the yak people in the entire dragon bone wilderness gathered in the "main city" of Bingwu Village, which was forced by the undead natural disaster, and fled, two creepy death armies had already merged into one on the ice field, which was only two days away from Bingwu Village.

The pale and powerful palm of Delin Promoore gently stroked the sword hanging around his waist - a symbol of the kingship on the sea - the sword of the tide after being cast by runes, with sharp and majestic eyes, and the few people in front of him arrived at full speed after receiving the orders. The natural disaster masters who had never wasted a minute and a second were stumbled on the bodies of different shapes.

The gatekeeper of Ice Crown Castle, the hero-level Lord Malogal who is infinitely close to the hero-level; the powerful hero-level undead leader with strange tricks - the blood queen Lannaser; and the absolute strong aid, "reborn" in the land of Dragon Fall, and the powerful frost dragon with a strong and famous Saffiron, after Frost Breed, Cindagosa!

"Very good. Seeing that you did not lie to me, this saved me a lot of trouble."

The tone of the Great Lord of the Disaster was as plain and cold as ever, but his uneven momentum was filled with the momentum, which was enough to silence anyone who was ill of his ill-being: "I don't want to return to the Ice Crown Fortress to insert the Sword of the Sea Tide into the heads of any of you!"

As a lord of a country, the strength and domineering of Delin Prodimore have long been integrated into his blood and blood. Whether he is a sea king or a disaster lord, the real superior's decisive and decisive aura has never faded.

Although the three undead leaders in front of General Dai Lin all have the strength of nearly heroic or epic heroes, facing the Great Lord of Natural Disasters above ten thousand people, the soul pressure from the superior undead leaders made the three undead leaders consciously or unconsciously endure the uncovered threat and mockery of the former admiral.

They exchanged several glances in secret, and the Blood Queen, Sindagosa and Lord Malogal remained silent with a wink.

"Okay, let's talk less." Very satisfied that the new subordinates in front of him did not do anything stupid and overestimated their abilities and did not know how to live or die. General Dai Lin also put away his thoughts of knocking on his subordinates and went straight to the topic: "I thought it was just another happy hunt, but it seemed that there was some amazing help to join the camp of those two-legged cattle. As the real master of Northrend, I don't want the undead natural disaster to seem too rude..."

“So, a grand 'welcome dinner' is essential!”

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

"This time, I don't want anything wrong!"

He gently tapped the hilt of the sword around his waist, and the tyrannical aura of the Great Lord of the Scourge, which was as violent as a turbulent sea tide soared into the sky. He shouted to the three generals of the Scourge in front of him, saying:

"Do you understand?" (To be continued.
Chapter completed!