Chapter Forty-Three: The Expected Victory
Rumble!
There was a deafening sound the moment the arcane golem fell to the ground, and a large cloud of sand and dust was splashed at the same time.
However, this level of impact was not even a skin injury to it, and it quickly got up with its arm support and pounced towards the suture abomination a few meters away.
The latter showed no weakness, and raised his axe and sickle, which were stained with dry blood, to meet him.
A second later......
Bang!
Two behemoths with a height of more than four meters slammed into each other and started a desperate struggle, and the sound of huge collisions was endless.
Elton was overjoyed to see that the only threat was entangled by the arcane golem, and just as he was about to order another arcane golem to rush to the central tent, the tent not far away suddenly collapsed, followed by a large stitched abomination from inside.
Unlike the previous one, this one seemed to have just been made, the corpse was still fresh, there were no signs of decay, and there was no blood stained on the weapon.
Zhang Cheng, who was far away on the hillside, saw this scene, his face changed instantly, and he immediately opened his mouth to the young man in charge of the investigation and asked, "What's going on? Didn't you say before that there was only one suture abomination?"
"I'm so sorry! Your Excellency Team Leader! I didn't find two sutures when I investigated! But...... But I saw a tent full of corpses, maybe they had made it. The young man hurriedly knelt on one knee and explained quickly.
"Forget it, one more hatred won't save them from failure. Prepare for this, and we'll join the warband. ”
Zhang Cheng quickly put a mana shield on himself, mounted his horse and controlled the remaining two arcane golems, attacking from the side.
He didn't want the hard-won advantage to fall short and allow the members of the Royal Apothecary Guild hidden in the camp to retreat safely, and he didn't want his mission reward to go to waste.
Although the two or three mages led by Arya were a little reluctant to approach the dangerous battlefield, they finally obediently obeyed the order.
After all, once a covert operation like this is completed, each of them will be rewarded handsomely, and by the way, they will be able to add a lot of color to their resumes.
The distance of six hundred meters is a blink of an eye for horseback riding.
When the six mages used fireball magic to blast through the side fences of the camp and began to slaughter the wounded or crippled undead, the balance of victory and defeat completely tipped in favor of the living.
"Damn! go up and hold them down! I'll tell the apothecary to retreat! The information of the new plague must not fall into the hands of outsiders!" the Commander of the Forsaken roared in undead language.
He couldn't believe that Dalaran, who only had a few thousand men, would dare to send an army under the nose of the Undercity.
But Roar to Roar, with both Stitched Abominations suppressed by the Arcane Golems, and mages and priests repeatedly ravaged, anyone with a modicum of common sense could tell that the Forsaken were gone, and no matter how much they struggled, it would be useless.
What's more, the Dalaran guards, led by Eyre, constantly controlled the war horses to rampage, nipping all threats in the bud, and the enemy could not organize effective resistance at all.
The one-sided slaughter lasted about twenty minutes, and the battle finally came to an end when the last Forsaken fell.
There were no screams, no begging for mercy, and no captives who surrendered......
All that was there was a mutilated corpse and the pungent smell of embalming.
Zhang Cheng only now understood why the number of the Forsaken was so small, but they could stand firmly in the north of the Eastern Continent.
Perhaps, as they themselves say, they have nothing to lose, so nothing to fear, and the only purpose of living is to take the ultimate revenge on the Lich King, even at any cost.
"Your Excellency, we have twelve dead and seven seriously injured, do you think we can give out some healing potions?" the old man asked with a solemn expression as he wiped the mucus and minced flesh from his beard.
"Yes, but before that, tell me, did you find what I want?" Zhang Cheng turned to look into the other's eyes.
Al smiled bitterly and shook his head: "No, my people searched the entire camp, but they just didn't find the pharmacist you mentioned, or any information related to the plague, the other party seems to have fled in the chaos, do you want me to send someone to chase after it?"
"No, you don't have to, you can take someone to the town to rest first, and I'll take care of the rest. Zhang Cheng seemed to sense something, and set his eyes on a tree more than ten meters away.
"Aren't you too dangerous to be alone? or ...... You bring an arcane golem?"
As a warrior, Al had a keen senses, and instantly sensed that there was a person hiding in the tree, and subconsciously clenched the hilt of his sword.
As soon as the opponent moves slightly, he will immediately draw his sword to block the front.
"Relax, don't be nervous, go ahead, I can handle it. ”
"Well, if there is danger, feel free to fire flares, and we will arrive as fast as we can. ”
Seeing that Zhang Cheng had made up his mind, Al shrugged his shoulders helplessly, and quickly ordered someone to gather the bodies of the stitched abomination and the forsaken, burn them with fire, and then slowly march towards the town with the wounded.
After everyone had walked away, Zhang Cheng shouted at the top of the tree with a smile: "Beautiful lady, aren't you going to come down yet?"
The words just fell!
A dark shadow suddenly descended from the sky, slowing down its fall with the help of tree branches, and finally landed firmly on the ground.
With short black hair, emerald green eyes, and bumpy figures, countless men are full of reverie and seductive figures......
She was none other than Sophia, who had sneaked into the room not long ago to give her a "small gift".
The Syndicate Assassin took two steps forward with a light step, lifted her non-existent skirt, performed an elegant lady's salute, and then curled the corners of her mouth and smiled in greeting, "Good morning, young and handsome mage, we meet again." ”
"Yes, there's nothing happier than a reunion between friends. If you don't mind, can you do me a little favor and tell me in which direction the apothecary of the Forsaken is running away?" said Zhang Cheng as he raised his staff, causing the gem at the top to glow with a dazzling red glow.
Anyone with a modicum of common sense knows that this is a sign before the mage casts a spell.
"Are you threatening me?" Sophia's face changed slightly, revealing a wary expression.
"Threats? No, no, no, please don't say it so ugly, I'm just asking for your help as a friend. Of course, if someone is unwilling to help me, it will definitely not be my friend, since it is not a friend, then it is naturally an enemy, what do you think......"