The army of the undead did not go to Lordaeron, but turned west at Andorhar, passing through the outer perimeter of the foot of Mount Alterac to Laran. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Along the way, Arthas encounters many orcs, and Arthas seems to be deliberately trying to eliminate them, as if he is looking for something.

He found what he wanted, or rather what the Lich King wanted------ a demonic communication device, which ordinary, orc warlocks would have.

Kel'thugad used it to summon a demon, a demon that Malfurion had ever seen.

"Akmund!" Malfurion never knew that the undead and demons were so deeply connected.

"Their destination is Dalaran, after which they will return to Lordaeron, and judging by the current situation, it is likely that the Eternal Dragon will only make a move there. But we can't be sure either, so we can only 'waste time' here. "Chromie is a psychic acolyte with many low-level undead, and she seems to know how to command them.

"Why there?" Benny is moving, if it is him, it is best to do it at the moment when he has just completed the transformation, and Sylvanas is the most vulnerable at that time.

"The Eternal Dragons don't seem to want to expose themselves to everyone's eyes, they usually hide and wait until a critical point in time to do so, and every one of their actions is very carefully planned, and we can only defend passively."

The lich floated past the crowd, and Chromie bowed deeply, watching the bottom of the lich's skirt pass in front of him.

The crowd stopped communicating so that the undead would notice anything unusual, and along the way from Quel'Thalas, Arthas killed many paladins and resurrected them as death knights, who soon fulfilled their posthumous duties and began to replace the psychic acolytes as commanders of the undead.

The overwhelming force of the Scourge could no longer describe the attack of the Scourge army, they just walked from here to there, and the creatures along the way would die, and then their corpses would stand up and merge into the torrent of death.

Benny meets Antonidas, an old-fashioned looking man who has a longer beard than the others.

"Withdraw your army, or we'll have to deal with you with all our strength! The choice is yours, Death Knight. ”

This is where it all began, Kel'thugad was the archmage of Dalaran, and Dalaran discovered his evil ambition and expelled him, but it was only an expulsion, and he used what he learned to create a catastrophe that swept the world, ironically, isn't it?

Antonidas's words seemed even more ironic now, Dalaran's magical enchantment could barely stop Arthas, and he rode a skeletal warhorse and easily sent the runic greatsword into the archmage's chest.

Benny didn't see how the Scourge was raging in Dalaran, they were stopped by some army summoned by Dalaran, and Benny recognized the emblems on those people, including Gilnes' incense burner-like emblem and the roaring lion of Stormwind.

It seems that the human kingdom has finally realized how terrible this catastrophe is, but alas, it is too late.

A green meteor shower suddenly fell in the sky, and the boulder trailed through the sky with a trail of bold green flames. The earth shook as they fell, and out of the crater crawled out of the stone golem, like a number of rocks being held together and manipulated by some evil green energy.

A huge circle lit up behind the Scourge army, and green spheres pulsated in the circle, stretching, getting taller and brighter.

A pillar of dark green flame soared into the sky, sending a barrage of lightning bursting out of the circle. Immediately after, a figure suddenly appeared in the place where there was nothing before.

"Tremble, mortals, despair! The end has come to this world! ”

A draenei who was as large as a tower, but with red skin, it was Akmund, one of the most powerful demons of the Burning Legion, a tall, powerful, and somewhat evil and dangerous graceful Eredan.

A dreaddemon suddenly appeared, groveling and saluting him, too far away for everyone to hear what they were saying, but the undead suddenly stopped attacking and retreated like a low tide.

There was a deep crackling sound, and the spire of the tallest and most beautiful tower in Dalaran suddenly collapsed, and it tumbled slowly and inevitably down, as if the whole tower had been crushed by the hand of an invisible giant.

The rest of the city soon crumbled, turning to powder, and the sound of destruction rumbled in your ears.

Akmund, on the other hand, just summoned a small circle and waved his huge hand.

"He did the same thing in Kalimdor." Malfurion pulled a stunned Thrall, and a death knight on a skeletal steed galloped past him, knocking several undead into smash pieces.

"I just didn't expect him to be so powerful." Thrall had seen the Elementals in a collective rage, the earth overturned and flames swept through, but it was far from shocking, and he literally destroyed a magical city with a wave of his hand. "Did we really eliminate him?"

"Under normal circumstances, demons don't really die." Benny looked left and right, and most of the Death Knights had been summoned to Arthas's side. "Especially in Azeroth, because they can't usually bring their true bodies here, and most of them are just soul fragments."

"In other words-----" Sal's rotten fleshy face was hard to read. "Will Akmund come back?"

"Yes, but it may take decades or even hundreds of years for it to fully recover, and you have dealt him a heavy blow at Mount Hyjal."

"At the same time, it came at a very high cost, so big that we could barely afford it." Malfurion sighed.

"We're leaving." Chromie interrupted a few people. "The army of the undead will return to Lordaeron, and Arthas will leave with Akmund for Kalimdor, and the Eternal Dragon is likely to do it at this time, be careful, time spells cannot be defended by ordinary means."

The undead began to turn around the way they came, they had no interest in taking the city, killing all the living and making them one of their own, except maybe Lordaeron, Arthas believed that he was born to rule that land, and everything he did was for that land.

After two days of walking with the army of the undead, Benny and the others saw the ruined royal city of Lordaeron, these undead did not need to rest, and seemed to be staggering, but the march speed was extremely fast.

Sylvanas Windranger still retains his will. I don't know why, Arthas didn't destroy it. He did that to everyone else, and it seemed that she was the only one who didn't completely collapse in front of him? Is it because of her own strength, or is it because he likes to torture her for fun? As a banshee, she may never know. But if it's Arthas who makes her self-aware because she finds it funny, it's her who has the last laugh.

So she swore to herself that Sylvanas would never break her word.

In Arthas's absence, the Vampire Bat-like Dreadlords began to lead the army of the undead in his place, and the Dreadlords did nothing but order to continue to search for the living around them and transform them into undead, as if they were waiting for orders.

Sylvanas began to gather the former High Elves, consciously or unconsciously, and she began to find that there were many people like him, who had retained their will, such as the Ranger who seemed to have preserved his body well, and it was said that she had forgotten her name but remembered everything else.

"What do you think we should do?" Sylvanas didn't have many people to communicate with, those former High Elves were the only ones she could trust, Arthas transformed many strong-willed female High Elves into banshees, and the rest of the corpses were completely transformed into Dark Rangers, and they were all under her command now, she should be grateful to Arthas, this really gave her a great opportunity.

"That's your own business." This ranger always seems to like to cover herself in a cloak, and her whole body is tightly wrapped, perhaps, she doesn't want to see her gray skin.

"Where's that little zombie behind you?" Sylvanas looked around. "Is he your lover?"

"Yes."

"You answered without hesitation, even if he had turned into a brainless corpse?" There seemed to be a hint of mockery on Sylvanas's dark blue grimace, mocking the love of the dead.

"Smith." The Ranger turned and shouted.

A zombie came out from behind a collapsed boulder around the corner, and like the Ranger, he was 'whole', and although there were still repellents crawling around his body, he did look less disgusting.

"She said you don't have a brain."

"That's a shame."

Sylvanas was taken aback, and the floating banshees gathered around her.

"Who the hell are you?!" The low-level undead don't have the ability to speak at all!

"An undead with a brain." Benny sat down on the broken stone steps behind him and looked at the Banshee King.

"When did you start having a will of your own?" She had recently discovered that some of the undead slowly awakened their memories during their lifetime, and while they still had to obey the Lich King, they behaved very differently from other undead.

"From the beginning." Benny looked at Sylvanas in the cloak, and he suddenly didn't know what she was thinking.

"That's really different." The Banshee King waved his hand, and the surrounding banshees nodded, floating around and vanishing.

"You're human?" The Banshee King asked suddenly.

"I'm a corpse." Benny looked at himself, picked up a worm repellent that was crawling his lap, and threw it out in disgust, the cloak of time was too real in disguise.

"Huh." The Banshee King seemed to be amused by Benny's movements, and the laughter was empty and unpleasant, and she herself immediately suppressed that smile.

"A human and an elf?" Sylvanas looked at Benny, then at the silent ranger. "Do you remember her name?"

"Yes."

"What's her name?"

"Humph!" The cloaked ranger stood between the two, the scarlet soul fire in his eyes staring straight at the Banshee King.

"I just forgot about it again." Benny peeks out from behind the Ranger.

"Have I seen you before?" The Banshee King asked a different question.

"Nope." The ranger said dryly.

"You're looking for me for a purpose, aren't you?" The Banshee King asked.

"Same purpose as yours." Benny stood up. "Break free from the Lich's grip and set our wills free."

"Freedom?" The Banshee King smiled self-deprecatingly. "I don't need that kind of thing."

"Whatever you want, it makes no difference what we want in the end." The ranger turned. "The Dreadlord has already started to pay attention to those who have 'awakened', you better be careful, your body is sealed in a coffin, and the location is known only to the Dreadlord."

The Ranger and the strange undead disappeared around the corner, and the Banshee King floated there, thinking about something.

"How? Is there a reaction? "The high-level psychic acolyte of Chromie's transformation is not far around the corner.

"Among those banshees is the Eternal Dragon, but I'm not sure which one."

"So, we need to protect her?" Malfurion and Thrall approached, and the group looked at Sylvanas.

"Aren't you afraid she'll see something?" Sylvanas looked up. "Her senses are acute."

"You need to change your image." Chromie pulled out a couple of cloaks and handed them to Benny. "This will disguise you as Elven Ranger so you can stay around her and a few undead won't attract any attention."

"Hopefully they'll do it soon." Thrall took the cloak and looked at the crowd. "I mean---- we can't always wait here."

It's been almost a week since the crowd came here, and they can't wait here forever.

"Looks like we don't need to wait." Chromie's transmogrification faded abruptly, revealing a dwarf holding a staff. "They're done, come with me."

"Yes, it has the potential of a crow's beak." Benny gave Sal a thumbs up and followed Chromie.

The Banshee King was still floating in place, seemingly unmoved.

"It's the Time Enchantment!" Chromie took a few steps before suddenly disappearing into thin air, and within seconds she suddenly reappeared.

With a wave of the staff, Chromie released some spells on several people, and the energy like yellow sand held on several people.

"Hurry through the barrier! They're almost there! ”

The crowd summoned their weapons and walked forward.

It was as if I had passed through a layer of stagnant air, and after a while, the air was relieved, and the scene in front of me was completely different from what it had just been. (To be continued.) )