I don't know how long it took, but after a gust of cold wind blew, Yang Ling quickly woke up.

When he opened his eyes, Angel's face was red and his eyes were closed tightly. Obviously, his absence was very short. However, he found that there were obvious changes in his body and the Wuta space.

After fusing the milky white divine power of light and the gray energy of the undead plane, the originally blood-red witch power turned into a strange black and white color. The frequency of the Wu Dan's drum beat was very slow, but every time it pumped out a majestic energy.

Wherever the witchcraft passed, not even the sharp blood elf dagger could leave any scars on the skin; with one punch, it pierced a boulder not far away... and successfully advanced to the level of intermediate god.

As a witch queen, not only her witchcraft and spiritual power are greatly improved, but her body itself is also more powerful.

The space of the Wu Tower has almost doubled again. If the Earth Escape spell is not used, it would probably take three days and three nights to ride around the entire space while riding the Black Dragon King.

However, what made Yang Ling even more excited was that he vaguely felt that he had come into contact with a trace of the original power between heaven and earth.

Even without the assistance of restrictions, one can now easily use the energy of the witch tower space to perform all kinds of witchcraft.

"Brother Yang, I..., can I stand up?" After there was no movement for a while, Angel opened her eyes shyly.

"There shouldn't be much of a problem. I'll check it out for you in a few days!"

Looking at the pitiful Angel with a red face, Yang Ling took out a robe from the space ring as he spoke and asked the little beauty to put it on. He quickly broke through to the intermediate level of witch after absorbing divine power twice. He couldn't help thinking about the little beauty's mind.

The inexhaustible milky white energy is full of anticipation.

Still need to check?

Hearing what Yang Ling said, Angel was so embarrassed that her face could bleed and turned red. She hurriedly put on Yang Ling's loose robe.

Since her underwear and coat were all stained with blood and could no longer be worn, she was wearing a large robe on the outside, but was naked underneath. Her delicate figure, coupled with her bare feet and pretty red face, were particularly attractive.

"Angel, in order to quickly return to the World of Warcraft, we use teleportation magic to rush back. Stand firm and don't move!" Yang Ling took out an ordinary calligraphy and painting from the space ring, pretended to murmur for a moment, and then waved his hand and brought it with him.

The little beauty leaves the witch tower space.

The witch tower space is her biggest secret. Although the little beauty must not be able to figure out the situation for a while, for the sake of safety, she still quickly exits for insurance. In this way, it is natural to use the so-called teleportation magic to cover up the sudden change of location.

The best way.

"Hey, Brother Yang, why doesn't your scroll have a portal?"

"Oh..., this is a teleportation scroll inherited from our family in ancient times. It is a bit different from ordinary teleportation scrolls. It's a pity that only the last one is left, alas!"

"Brother Yang, how did you teleport to a pile of rocks? Where is this place? Why can't you see the Warcraft Territory?"

"Well..., maybe the distance is too far and we can't teleport to the Warcraft Territory all at once. Come on, don't be afraid, we'll fly back on the black dragon and we'll be there soon!"

.....

Summoning the Black Dragon Queen, Yang Ling rode up with the little beauty in his arms, and quickly returned to the Warcraft Territory on the black dragon. He held her soft and boneless waist, pressed against her elastic skin, and smelled the intoxicating virgin fragrance.

Waves of waves.

"Ah... Brother Yang, slow down and let the black dragon fly lower!" Looking at the mountains and lakes passing by on the ground, and the white clouds coming towards her, the little beauty was so frightened that she screamed loudly from time to time.

, leaning tightly against Yang Ling.

Fly lower?

Looking at the nervous Angel, and then thinking about the Corpse Witch King who was quietly tamed by him, Yang Ling's heart moved. After smiling, he asked the Thousand-faced Magic Marten to transform into a Corpse Witch King, move the phantom body out of the Witch Tower space, and hide it not far away.

On a hillside. Then he commanded the black dragon to lower its height and slowly fly towards the hillside.

"Yes, yes, yes, Brother Yang, this height and speed are enough!" Looking at the treetops under her feet, the little beauty patted her chest and breathed a big sigh of relief. Then she felt that she was just like a couple, tightly.

She clung to Yang Ling's arms, her face flushed with embarrassment.

"Brother Yang, I can sit still by myself, that..."

In shyness, Angel leaned forward and left Yang Ling's arms. She wanted to ask Yang Ling to let go of her big hands on her thin waist. Unexpectedly, before she finished speaking, a black shadow suddenly jumped out of the treetops with a ferocious face. It was not someone else.

It is the terrifying Corpse Witch King!

After screaming "Ah", Angel shrank in Yang Ling's arms in horror, her face pale. Yang Ling took the opportunity to hold her waist tightly, commanding the Black Dragon King to quickly lift into the air, and flew out with a rocket-like "whoosh" sound.

The beauty misunderstood that the Corpse Witch King was not dead yet, and she hugged the beauty back, killing two birds with one stone.

After understanding that not only was the Corpse Witch King not dead, but he was following him all the way, the little beauty no longer dared to let Yang Ling lower his speed and height, and clung tightly to his arms. In this way, the two of them rode the Black Dragon King and quickly returned to the Warcraft Territory.

After a few hours, we successfully returned to Wesen Town.

"Brother Yang, thank you, I will come to see you in the future..."

After declining Yang Ling's invitation, Angel quickly left and went to the Holy See's temporary residence in the Warcraft Territory. After walking a certain distance, she looked back at Yang Ling who was standing on the city wall looking at her. Her heart warmed, and then she felt a touch of sadness.

If I sneak out this time, I will definitely be strictly controlled by my family and the Holy See after I return. After being baptized and officially becoming a saint of the Holy See, I will have no chance to come to the World of Warcraft.

Thinking of Yang Ling's faint smile, his broad shoulders, and the process of forcing me to extract the corpse poison, I don't know why, but I feel more and more uncomfortable. Thinking that I will most likely never have the opportunity to come to the World of Warcraft again, and then

There was no chance to see Yang Ling. My nose felt sore and my eyes suddenly filled with tears. After looking back at Yang Ling, I covered my mouth and ran away.

When I was young, I was like a vixen, but when I grow up, I will be better!

Looking at Angel running away, Yang Ling shook his head and strode away. In order to absorb the milky white power, of course he wished to keep the little beauty and massage her every day. Unfortunately, he knew very well that this was simply impossible.

As a future saint, Angel cannot stay in Wesen Town for a long time.

After learning that the Corpse Witch King was seriously injured and haunted the Siberian desert, all the major forces came out again. The result was predictable. After working hard for several days, there was no clue.

A few days later, the Holy See, the Dark Association and other forces returned disappointed, but Yang Ling got an unexpected surprise.

Because of rumors that the Corpse Witch King broke into the Siberian desert and went on a killing spree, turning all the people of some tribes into zombies and devouring their blood and souls. Many tribes were frightened and moved their families, rushing to settle in the Warcraft Territory.

There are indigenous humans who farm, and there are orcs who are good at fishing and hunting...

What surprised Yang Ling the most was that there was actually a tribe of frogmen who were familiar with water and naturally liked to live in lakes or seaside. Not counting the old, weak, sick and disabled, there were more than a thousand warriors, and they sent an elite army to the territory.

Frogmen are short in stature, and their combat effectiveness on land is really unsatisfactory. They are about the same as the timid goblins. But in the water, they are natural marines. Whether it is diving or swimming speed, they are all far superior to ordinary ones.

Human beings. In some places, even Asnamo and other turtle people have to admire them.

After pursuing the Corpse Witch King to no avail, major forces such as the Holy See and the Dark Association gradually dispersed. Except for external mercenaries, adventurers and merchants, the Warcraft Territory gradually returned to peace.

Because many clan members were seriously injured, the Barrymore family had to stay for a while. At Yang Ling's enthusiastic invitation, the golden cloaked warrior Garcia simply led his clan to live in Wesson Castle. After several drinks and several martial arts contests,

They became more and more familiar with each other. Soon, Yang Ling and Garcia became like brothers and talked about everything.

"Brother Yang Ling, come and drink. Today..., drink all the wine!" It was already dark that day, and most people had already fallen asleep, but Garcia, who was in a depressed mood, still dragged Yang Ling to drink.

This time, the Barrymore family suffered heavy losses. Seventy or eighty elites came, but in the end only a dozen were left, and most of them were seriously injured.

There were heavy casualties, and there was no whereabouts of the artifact that he was determined to obtain. Garcia felt depressed all day long when he thought about it. It was obvious that his mission was a complete failure. Not only did he lose his hope of becoming the next leader of the clan, but he might also lose the loyalty of many elders.

If you trust, you won’t get the family’s top cultivation method.

"Brother Garcia, is the so-called artifact really that important to your family?" After a few days, without Garcia having to say anything, Yang Ling understood his depressed mood and the reason.

"Hey, artifact?" Garcia drank the pomegranate wine in the glass in one gulp and slammed the glass to the ground with a 'pop' sound. "The artifact itself is not important. The key is that we need one of the artifacts to open the ice and snow."

The temple of the goddess, get back a treasure that was lost in the battle between the ancestors and the goddess!"

"What, the lost treasure after the battle with the goddess?" Yang Ling was very surprised. He didn't expect that the legendary goddess of ice and snow really existed. "Brother Garcia, what is going on? Are there really so-called gods on the mainland?"

"Yes, there is more than one. The first patriarch of our Barrymore family is what people call the sword god!" After a pause, Garcia continued: "What ordinary people call gods is actually a god-level powerhouse!
Chapter completed!