With the sun rising slowly, the turbulent Azeroth ushered in a new day.∈♀

Today's Dragon Bone Wilderness seems to be a rare and good weather.

The wind and snow stop, the fog dissipates, and the sky is bright.

With this rare sunshine, on the white ice field in the distance, a majestic tower that seemed to be there and not existed vaguely revealed its rough outline of towering into the clouds, and appeared in the sight of the terrifying totem of the Good* who was walking slowly.

"Well, it's a little more spectacular than I thought..."

The bone spear in his hand that looked a little rough because of the temporary production - the raw material comes from the ribs of a fallen frost dragon - the Grand Superintendent from Thunder Cliff gently rubbed his eyebrows, rubbed off the snow left on his eyebrows, and withdrew his gaze to the distance to his destination amid his muttering to himself.

Now Good's weapons and equipment are so weak.

Not to mention the bone spear that I don’t know how much it can play, the Taurus Governor was only wearing a thick white bear’s skin cloak. The cloak was neither tanned nor carefully cleaned, and it was more like a look that had just been taken off the corpse of an unlucky ice bear. There was even a little blood left in some hidden corners. There was no armor protection under the cloak, and the knotted muscles were almost the last "armor" of Goode.

The loss of the magic pocket made many spare equipment and methods that Good had prepared before; the undead who was chasing him on the road to escape made the supply extremely difficult.

With the resources at hand alone, Lao Tang, who has always been accustomed to arming himself to his teeth before going to the battlefield, this time he is a clever woman who can't cook without rice.

After scanning the rolling hills ahead and the dense cedar woodland around him, Lao Tang's uneasiness became heavier and heavier.

"I really hope it's my suspicious..."

"What did you just say?" Saruk Snowhoof. The young yak shaman who joined the team of the shaman who had joined the rear-end team heard Lao Tang's mutter. He probably thought it was some inquiry or order. He couldn't help but ask. "Is there any problem, sir?"

question?

Of course there is.

I am blessed with the storm and snowstorm in recent days.

Lao Tang, who had temporarily escaped the pursuit of the soldiers, and more than a hundred surviving yak warriors, were tortured by the trekking of the day and night in the wind and snow, but they finally approached their destination safely. After nearly a week's journey, a group of escapees were even lucky to have not encountered a large-scale pursuit of the undead, just like the walking corpse impatiently revoked their encirclement.

The second half of the escape was like an armed training and a wilderness survival...

But this is exactly the problem that Lao Tang has been secretly worried about these days.

This is not the first time Goode has dealt with the Scourge. When it comes to understanding the undead, the Taurus Governor in Azeroth is definitely one of the most senior experts. It is precisely because of this Goode will never underestimate the persistence and patience of this old opponent...

Give up prey because of the raging wind and snow and bad weather?

This is definitely not the style of those stubborn.

Azeroth has the strongest adaptability to the battlefield environment (either the lack of military rations or harsh environments are not a problem); Azeroth has the most cost-effective cannon fodder (no fear, no morale influence), and even Azeroth's most prohibited troops (under the single-line command of the lich and the Death Cavalry, there is no disconnection between the army and the order is unknown);

As long as the commander of this Scourge Legion has not given up on his pursuit of his own group, the encirclement and suppression of natural disasters will never be cancelled.

Old Tang firmly believes that the commander whom the other party has never met will never let go of his "big fish"!

It’s not that Goode has a high opinion of himself or feels good about himself, but because of his current status, strength and influence in Azeroth, the significance of catching or killing himself to the natural disaster of the undead is absolutely equal to chasing those yaks who escaped from the encirclement, the elderly, weak, women and children, and even have surplus.

In addition, Lao Tang once joined forces with Kelthas to send hatred with the Lich King for the first time on Kui Island, with Alsace's extremely and awkward personality, he would definitely regard that trip to the Sun Well as a great humiliation. He always thought about washing up...

Facing himself who is almost alone, Northrend, who is at the base of the natural disaster camp. Since he has the opportunity to stay here, no matter which commander the other party is, he will never let him go easily. He may even pack himself up and "express" him to the throne of that guy Alsace at all costs... whether it is a prisoner or a corpse.

But now, the natural disaster side is strangely not chasing the victory and knocking the "cow" into the water. This is not magic at all!

Before he figured out the situation on the other side, Lao Tang felt that no matter how cautious he was, he would not be an exaggeration to be suspicious and careful.

It can be imagined that during this escape journey, the later the undead's pursuit comes, the more fully prepared the other party, the greater the formation, and the higher the danger. Therefore, it is very likely that there is a high-standard "big pit" waiting for you in front!

OK, repeat the old tune!

Because it is very important, it must be repeated again!

Good* Horror Totem is definitely a crow's mouth favored by Lady Doom!

Before Lao Tang could answer the yak shaman's inquiry, the scouts' screams and angrily shouts came from the end of the team...

Less than a hundred meters behind the scouts, countless rotten arms with sharp claws were lifting up the ice and snow and stretching out from the ground, then there was a phosphate fire burning in their eyes, their faces were covered with rotten heads, then collarbones, shoulder armor and the entire tattered upper body. Countless ghouls were crawling out from the ground one by one. They shook off the tattered so that they could not see the original armor and the ice crystals on the battle robe, and they made a scattered roar and gathered together like a sky-high, and for a moment, they were covered in darkness.

At the same time, in the cedar forest on both wings, ghostly fires appeared in pieces, and the orchids emitted from the hollow pupils gathered together, like moving blue city walls. Large groups of skeleton archers held bone longbows and walked out of the dense forest one by one until they gathered to a predetermined position and then raised their longbows. The arrows on the longbow refracted a faint green light. It makes people easily associate with terrifying words such as viruses and plagues.

It seemed that in an instant, complete longbowman positions were formed on both sides of the fugitive.

Hundreds of huge ugly sutures were pushed to the trees blocking the way in front of them. They carried blood-stained hooks and sharp axes and came out of the dense forest, loosely connecting them in front of the skeleton archers. The bloody mouths on their ugly and hideous faces were dripping with foul saliva and saliva, all of which were hungry and disgusting...

This is not over yet!

Before everyone's screams fell, a "dark cloud" had already crossed the towering snow-capped mountains in the distance and rolled in from the sky, blocking half of the sky's sunshine in a moment. The loud but vicious dragon roar was accompanied by the intimidating bodies of dozens of frost dragons, and the vast gargoyles followed closely with their hideous claws and sharp teeth. The flapping and trembling sound of wings on the battlefield formed a circle. For a moment, it sounded like thunder.

Behind him was a army of zombies blocked, and there were long archers on standby around him. Even the frost dragon and gargoyle army were covered in the sky... Old Tang and his group, who were relaxed a moment ago, fell into a desperate situation where there was no way out of heaven and no way to the ground...

Beside Lao Tang, the young yak shaman Sarruk's snow hooves were frozen there. He tried to grab the war hammer he was carrying behind him several times, but they all caught nothing. However, these crises from all directions seemed to have not attracted the attention of the Taurus General, because there was a worse situation that firmly attracted Lao Tang's attention.

A deceased unit with a roughly estimated number of more than 3,000 slowly moved forward in line with Lao Tang's solemn gaze, slowly but firmly setting up a formation on the path that Lao Tang and others must pass.

The undead swordsmen dressed in dark Salon evil iron armor were lined up one by one, one by one. Their hideous armor was all covered with a sea-blue battle robe depicting waves, long swords, and iron anchors. Without exception.

As several death knights waved their flags, these terrifying and silent undead swordsmen took a step forward in unison. They held a black sword that was wide in both hands. They lay down the blade, the tip of the sword was pressed against the ground, one hand was on the same side and the chest, and the other hand was facing upward, pushing the hilt of the sword behind, leaning forward at a certain angle to the sword body - more than three thousand skeletons, and the zombie swordsmen maintained this movement at the same time. Rows of Sagang swords were put down one after another among the snowflakes blowing from the breeze. The cold light on the sword edge was connected into a line, like the sharp teeth of death.

These undead swordsmen are different from any undead natural disasters that Lao Tang has ever seen!

They are well-trained; they are well-equipped; they are not soulless flesh and blood puppets, they are still sane;

Yes!

They are like a group of loyalists to the Lich King... Forgotten!

However, compared to these unprecedented unique undead spirits, the death knight who is surrounded by many undead swordsmen and is undoubtedly more eye-catching!

If the world is dark, and everyone is a little firefly in the night.

The more powerful professionals, their light is like incandescent lamps on the roadside, enough to illuminate a small world; the weaker ordinary people are like fireflies, although they are large in number, they can only flash slightly;

The light radiated by this Death Knight is undoubtedly like fireworks that suddenly bloom in the darkness, not only dazzling but also eye-catching.

Even if they are far apart, even if any paladin or priest does not use magic tricks like detecting the undead, they can easily feel the powerful pressure of the death knight that constantly emanates from the body of the death knight that represents death and withering...

"Dalin*Prodmore."

Ignoring the army of undead that was eyeing the covetous army in the sky and underground, Old Tang, with a cautious look, walked forward slowly, and after a moment of silence, he said with a complicated expression:

"I guessed many possibilities before, but I didn't expect that the person who came to 'welcome' me in the end... was you."

The former admiral who was surrounded by a small cluster of death knights, the great lord of the natural disaster, who is now one person, is also wearing the hideous Death Knight's armor, but does not wear a helmet. A pale head was exposed on the breastplate, and several sparse bundles of hair were like weeds in the wind. The once very smelly face is gradually climbing on the dry corpse spots. The blue soul fire burned in his eyes, and the cold breath of death was emitted all over his body.

"Look at who this is!"

Holding the reins of the skeleton war horse in one hand, and gently pressing the hilt of the tide sword that once symbolized the supreme authority of the Kingdom of Kurtiras with the other hand, it seemed that Delin Promoore, who had been waiting for a long time, looked at Old Tang with interest, until the corner of his stiff mouth slowly raised a sarcasm, and then responded enthusiastically:

"The Great Governor of the Tauren, the defender of Mount Haigal, the vanguard of the Scourge, and..." His hoarse voice gradually became cold from mockery, and a deep hatred gradually spread: "Turn me into the initiator of this ghost-like appearance..."

"Good* Horror Totem."

"Long time no see!" (To be continued, please search for astronomy, novels are better, updated and faster!

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Finally, I finished writing the title of Enemy Road Slash~~I thought I would write it into a lifetime series...
Chapter completed!