Nervous, depressed......

The riders approached at an extremely slow pace, and the Forsaken quickly formed a small defensive formation back to back.

Although they did not have the spears necessary to fight the cavalry, nor did they have the huge tower shields to protect the horses from ramming, they did not show the slightest hint of timidity from beginning to end.

Perhaps for them, who have already had a more terrible experience, there is nothing to fear and fear in this world, even in the face of death.

Zhang Cheng stood on the balcony on the second floor, silently watching the every move of this group of uninvited guests.

After all, even if he didn't know much about cold weapon combat, he knew that the other party was adopting a mental tactic, trying to create an atmosphere of fear with the unparalleled speed and impact of the war horse in most people's impressions.

As soon as an enemy panics or turns and flees, they will charge in an instant, completing a classic tailgating kill in just a few minutes.

However, it is a pity that these riders used the wrong target for their psychological tactics today, and the Forsaken, who did not know what fear was, were still careful to maintain a tight formation and not give them a chance to take advantage of it.

Seeing that the tactics in his heart were ineffective, a man riding a brown war horse suddenly raised his arm and swung forward vigorously: "Attack!"

"Rush!"

"Kill!"

"Die, undead!"

......

With the shouting of killing, the man in black suddenly began to urge the horse to speed up, and crashed straight ahead.

At the forefront, in particular, was a bald man, wielding two broadswords like a lawnmower, and the head of one of the forsaken was cut off on the spot, and the pungent embalming fluid flew high with the head, opening the prelude to the midnight melee.

As expected, the hatred between the living and the dead has long since transcended everything, even omitting verbal insults, and meeting each other is a matter of life and death.

Of course, for Zhang Cheng, the more tragic the death of the two sides, the better it is for him, and it is best to die together.

But anyone with a little discerning can see that although the Forsaken are tenacious and elite, their numbers are too small, and coupled with the light equipment, they are completely unable to withstand the repeated onslaught of cavalry.

After a few back and forth, they were completely crushed, and only to join forces in twos and threes to make a final resistance.

In addition, the two masked men with black and purple staff were still hiding behind the crowd, raising their hands to perform some kind of spell ritual, the boiling shadow energy tore through the space in a form visible to the naked eye, and in less than half a minute, two dark blue energy body lifeforms squeezed through the void and entered Azeroth from another world.

They have no legs or feet, their lower bodies are completely twisted into a ball, floating in the air only a few centimeters above the ground, their two white points of light are located at the top of their torsos, and their arms are as thick as the thighs of a bodybuilder.

There is no doubt that this energy body life is nothing else, it is the famous blue fat man in the game, the Void Walker, who is also one of the most representative pets of the Warlock class.

"Oh, it's two warlocks......

Zhang Cheng, who saw the warlock summoning a pet for the first time, his eyes lit up slightly, and his face revealed strong excitement and curiosity.

You must know that by reading the books left behind by Ressen, he already knows that mages can actually force elemental life such as fire, air, earth, and water to obey their own will through some special methods.

However, the book only mentions it cursoly, and does not give specific methods.

Today's process of summoning the Void Walker undoubtedly gave him a very important inspiration.

After all, Voidwalkers are not strictly demons, and their essence is closer to elemental life, except that the energy they make up has changed from elemental to shadow.

I saw that the two summoned Void Walkers did not hesitate, and directly rushed towards the nearest enemy according to the master's order, raised their sandbag-sized fists and smashed them down.

Bang!

"Ahhhh!!!!!!!!hhh

The moment the fist made contact with the target, the air visibly distorted, followed by a pig-killing scream from one of the Forsaken.

He showed that he was not injured at all, but he fell to his knees with a thud, and his whole body trembled.

I'm afraid it's hard for the uninformed to imagine how a living dead who has lost his sense of pain could suddenly look like a fragile baby.

In fact, it has to do with the Voidwalker's form of attack.

Due to the relationship between the life forms of the Shadow Energy Body, they have the ability to directly burn the soul of the target, and even the most determined person will be burned by the Shadow Energy, and they will not help but let out a painful wail.

"Hahahaha! goodbye! dead man!"

The bald man laughed wildly and swung his weapon, taking the opportunity to cut off the head of the forsaken.

"That's enough, Otto, don't kill all these undead. They don't need to eat, they don't need to rest, but they are the best slaves, and we can send them to work on the farms. The middle-aged man who had given the order to attack just now suddenly opened his mouth and ordered.

The strong man named Otto rubbed the embalming fluid on the sword on the corpse, turned around and gave a sword-holding salute: "Understand, my noble master." ”

The middle-aged man nodded slightly: "Very good, now go and collect the prisoners." Sophia, come with me, I think we should visit the mage. ”

"Yes...... But Your Excellency, the mage seems to have killed several of our men, aren't you going to pursue it?" the young woman in the veil hurriedly caught up and reminded.

"Why? Don't you understand now? Our target was not the caravan from the start, but this elusive undead raider. According to the information sent from Tarummir, the High Archon Dasalia has a rather limited number of troops at his disposal, and as long as we deal with the attack team he has sent, he will become deaf and blind. Eventually, when the timing is right, we will be able to attack, drive the undead out of the Hillsbrad Hills in one fell swoop, and then use that as a springboard to capture the town of Southsea......"

The middle-aged man known as the Duke gave an explanation with a smirk.

As he said this, he glanced meaningfully at the corpse lying in a pool of blood on the second-floor balcony, and his eyes were full of mockery.

"What do you mean...... Drew is just a decoy?" Sophia shuddered subconsciously.

She couldn't believe that Drew, who was considered by many to be the successor of the next generation, was so easily thrown away as an outcast.

"Hehe, it's not up to me to decide whether he's a bait or not, it's up to him to decide.

If he hadn't been so arrogant, greedy, and ambitious, if he had used his brain more, learned a little restraint, and retained a little reverence, how would he end up where he is today?

Remember, dear Sophia, this is not the time to deal with not only the remnants of Riptide and Lordaeron, but also the spirits of the self-proclaimed Forsaken, so every decision made needs to be made with the utmost care, and there is no room for error.

If a fool like Drew becomes the one who calls the shots, it will only bring endless disaster.

I have high expectations for you, so don't let me down.

Oh, I almost forgot, and for the loyalty you've shown this time, I've decided to put Dunhold Castle in your hands. ”

With that, the man gently patted the woman's shoulder, pulled off the mask casually, straightened his clothes, and walked straight to the wooden house like a personable nobleman.