Passing through the endless golden wheat fields, the convoy soon came to a small town fenced in wood, which looked a little rudimentary on the surface, but the towering arrow towers and the large number of patrolling militia proved that this was not a country town of mermaids, but an armed fortress.

Of course, due to the limitations of capital and metal smelting technology, most of the militia's equipment is not very good, leather armor and inlaid armor are the majority, and the weapons are basically spears, bows and arrows, and only a few elites are equipped with metal armor and long swords.

However, as a defensive side, such strength is enough to give the Forsaken a headache, at least until a large army is assembled, there is no good way to take it here.

After all, once they begin to gather troops, the alliance will inevitably not turn a blind eye, and the result will be a large-scale war.

Neither Thrall, the Grand Chief of the Tribe, who was known for his wisdom, nor Sylvanas, the Queen of Darkness, was full of thoughts of revenge against the Lich King, would not allow such a situation to happen.

Perhaps the constant harassment and sneak attacks, creating an atmosphere of tension and panic and allowing the local population to flee on their own, is the best course of action that the Forsaken can take.

"Stop!

As soon as the carriage reached the gate, the guards standing on the high place raised their bows and arrows and shouted loudly.

"Hey, Frank, relax, it's me!" the young man at the head looked up and waved his hand vigorously.

"Garrick, aren't you out on patrol, God, why are you hurt? no, where did you get the weapons and armor you carry on your shoulders?" the guard hurriedly motioned for his companion to open the door, and he himself lay down the ladder and ran as fast as he could.

The young man named Garrick threw the trophy on the ground, gave him a warm hug with open arms, and then replied with a laugh, "Holy Light bless! Look, this is a memento they left me, and if it weren't for this kind Mr. Mage, I'm afraid I wouldn't have been able to come back alive. ”

"Two undead?!let me see!" Frank snatched the armor and weapon, carefully scanning the emblem and pattern on it.

It took about a minute or two before he stood up and said in a very serious tone, "Yes, it's a member of the Talummere Commando, this is the fourth attack of the week, and it seems that the mayor of the town is right, they really want to attack our food reserves." ”

"No! that's not all! The Mr. Mage told me that the bastards were testing us for a new magical plague. Garrick was furious and told the truth that he had only learned a long time ago.

He couldn't imagine what a terrible outcome would be if a plague like Stratholme's broke out in the town.

At that time, their relatives, friends, and companions will all be out of control under the infection of the plague, and finally have to kill them with their own hands, and there is nothing more tragic in the world than this.

For a moment, the young man seemed to understand how painful and tormented the prince of Arthas was when he gave the order to slaughter the city.

It's no wonder that he finally chose to fall into the darkness and kill the Dreadlord Melganis, only in this way can he give an explanation to his inner self, and to those relatives and friends who died tragically......

"Plague?!, you're saying that what the undead have dropped on us is a magical plague?!!" Frank's mouth grew in surprise.

"Yes, I don't know the specifics, so I'd like to ask the mage to explain it to the mayor. He had just done a test in which a sparrow sucked in a bit of green mist, and as a result, the sparrow's body doubled and became extremely aggressive. Imagine what would happen if our people or livestock accidentally ate contaminated food?"

In order to make his companion aware of the seriousness of the problem, Garrick unreservedly told everything he knew.

"In that case, let's go see the mayor. Finally, thank you for saving my friend, Venerable Mr. Venerable. This magic ring is the trophy of my accidental killing of a mortally wounded Soul Mage, and I would like to give it to you as a token of appreciation. Frank said as he pulled out the ring that shimmered purple from his pocket.

Although the surface of the ring is covered in scratches due to improper care, the gemstone is still bright.

Zhang Cheng took it in his hand and briefly identified it, and found that it was a violet ring, and the reward awarded to the official members by the Kenrito Council was also a proof of identity.

Its function is to increase the wearer's intelligence and mana recovery rate, and Risen has one of his relics, plus this one just makes a pair.

Obviously, the dead necromancer must have been a member of the Kenrito Council during his lifetime, but was forcibly awakened after his death.

Without any hesitation, Zhang Cheng directly put the second violet ring on the index finger of his right hand, feeling that the magical energy was gathering towards him faster than just now, a trace of joy appeared on his face, and he touched his chest with one hand and bowed slightly: "Thank you very much, this ring is very useful to me." ”

"You're welcome, you deserve it. Oh, I almost forgot, Mayor Burnside is currently holding a council in town hall to discuss how to deal with the increasingly frequent attacks, and you'd better announce this bad news to everyone before the council is over, there are always some guys in the province who say we're making a fuss. ”

"No problem, that's one of the two purposes I came to town, and the other, of course, is the steaming food and the soft bed. Zhang Cheng teased in a half-joking tone.

"Hahahaha! I promise you'll get the best food and a bed later, and maybe a beautiful and welcoming girl in the bed. Frank laughed happily.

After a brief goodbye, the group was led by Garrick and headed straight for the tallest building in the town.

After the old George entrusted the convoy to a coachman, he also followed closely behind with his little daughter and a small box full of arcane crystals, and after the fright of last night, he secretly made up his mind that wherever Zhang Cheng went, he would follow.

It is estimated that in his subconscious, only powerful magic can protect his life and property.

Zhang Cheng was keenly aware of this, but he didn't say anything, letting the other party follow.

Just as he was arriving at the door of the town hall, he suddenly heard a fierce quarrel coming from inside.

"What did you just say, bastard? repeat again!"

"Repeat repeats, repeat! I'm just telling the truth. You, Burnside have been carried away by hatred, and the focus we need to be busy with now is not the undead, but the fall harvest. If you continue to recruit militias, we don't have enough people to harvest food. ”

"Are you blind? You can't see the attacks of the undead? I tell you! Since last month, their attacks have been increasing, and now they dare to hang out even in broad daylight. Is food more important than life?"

"I'm not blind, but if we can't store enough food in the fall, how are we going to live next year?

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