As we all know, horses can run at speeds of up to 60 kilometers per hour, but this speed usually does not last long, and slows down in more than ten seconds to half a minute.

Generally, riding a horse, the speed is mostly maintained at about 20 to 30 kilometers per hour, running for an hour or two will stop and rest for a while, 12 hours a day at most between 80 and 100 kilometers, if you are ruthless, 150 kilometers to 200 kilometers can be barely done.

As for the BMW that travels thousands of miles a day, it is actually an exaggeration, and no horse can really run 500 kilometers in a day.

Of course, the above common sense about horses only applies to the earth where Zhang Cheng was born.

As for the horses of Azeroth......

Well, in his eyes, this thing can no longer be called a horse, but a different creature that looks very similar to a horse.

Because the black horse under his crotch had been running fast for five and a half hours, and his speed had not slowed down in the slightest, it was almost as if he had an inexhaustible physical strength, and it was no wonder that he could charge the enemy with a knight in full-body plate armor, and even complete the pursuit mission.

You must know that in the battlefield of the Middle Ages on Earth, horses could carry heavy knights at a maximum of 20 kilometers per hour to complete a limited number of charges, and then they would run out of strength and fall to the ground.

It's the same horse, why is there such a big gap?

After all, judging from the appearance alone, the horses in the world of Azeroth are nothing special except for being taller, thicker, and stronger, but only after riding them in person can they feel the power of the monster version hidden in the veins and muscles.

Holding back the pain from the abrasion of the skin on the inner thigh, Zhang Cheng turned around and shouted at the young man behind him, "How far are we from Dalaran?"

"It's almost more than two hours to run! Why, are you tired? Do you want to stop and rest for a while?" Garik also suggested loudly at the top of his voice.

"No, no, let's keep going, the closer we get to the Silver Pines Forest, the more vulnerable we are to the Forsaken. On the contrary, the sooner we get to Dalaran, the safer we will be. Zhang Cheng shook his head vigorously and rejected the other party's kindness.

It's not that he doesn't want to stop and let his body that is about to fall apart relax and relax, but he doesn't know why, and there is always an ominous premonition in his heart.

It stands to reason that if the Forsaken wanted to use the town as a huge plague testing ground, they would inevitably send men to keep an eye on it twenty-four hours a day, and cut off all contact with the outside world if necessary.

But now, having run so far in one go, they have not encountered an ambush, which is really a bit unpredictable.

As the saying goes, the best way to take revenge on a person is not to kill him directly, but to make him live in fear all the time waiting for the eve of death.

In Zhang Cheng's opinion, the reason why the Forsaken has not yet launched an attack is that he wants to create a similar effect and consume his vigilance and energy, so he will not give the other party a chance.

Time flies, and two hours pass in the blink of an eye......

With the sound of horses' hooves, three horses gallop along the majestic foot of the Alterac Mountains towards the shores of the scenic Loch Lordamere.

Just as the horizon lifted the violet shield that shrouded the Magic Kingdom of Dalaran, three Forsaken on Death Horses suddenly sprang out of the woods.

Two of them were dressed in fine chain mail and armed with a hunting bow made entirely from the bones of unknown creatures, and looked very different from the Forsaken they had encountered before.

As a half-game fan, Zhang Cheng noticed the mark on their chests at a glance, and immediately warned loudly: "Be careful! These two guys are members of the elite unit of the Don't Forget - the Undead Sentinels!"

"Dead ...... Undead sentinels?" Old George shuddered involuntarily, wrapped his arms around his daughter with one hand, and whipped down with the other, forcing his slightly tired mount to make a final sprint.

Anyone familiar with the Forsaken's military formation will be unaware of this secretive organization, which is on par with MI7 in Stormwind.

Most of their roles are not frontal combat, but a series of important missions such as assassination, sabotage, and surveillance, each of which is the elite of the elite, commanded by the Dreadlord Varimatas himself, who acts in a cold and cruel manner, and can do anything.

Seeing that there was an enemy, Garrick didn't say a word, but directly grabbed his bow and arrows, and shot an arrow at the nearest forsaken.

"Hey, self-conscious idiot. The Forsaken sneered, and with the same speed, he drew his bow and shot a sharp arrow that glowed black.

Although there is a time gap of two or three seconds between the two of them, the time to complete the action is almost the same.

When the two arrows collided in mid-air, dazzling golden sparks burst out, followed by the next second......

The black arrow belonging to the Forsaken effortlessly split Garrick's ordinary arrow in half from the middle, and stabbed it into the shoulder with a pop, and in less than two or three seconds, the skin near the wound turned into a large area of red, swollen and disgusting sores.

"Ahhh!!!!!hh

Stimulated by the severe pain, the young man couldn't help but let out a miserable cry, and hurriedly clung to the reins so as not to accidentally fall.

"Damn!" Zhang Cheng cursed in a low voice, raising his hand to the Forsaken who had just shot an arrow, and unleashed an instantaneous skill, Flame Impact.

However, to his surprise, the other party was not knocked away by the powerful impact force on the spot like the previous enemy, but after flashing a red light, it had no effect at all.

Before Zhang Cheng could figure out what was happening, the last Forsaken in a black cloak suddenly sped up to the front, and then took out a fiery red staff from his arms and poked it into the ground.

Rumble!

With him as the center, everything around him about four meters was engulfed by the scorching flame blastwave.

Zhang Cheng only felt dizzy for a while, and the whole person rotated 360 degrees in mid-air, and finally fell down hard, rolling on the ground for three or four meters before stopping.

As for the poor horse, it has become an unrecognizable charred corpse and there is no way to ride it at all.

"Leave me alone! Run! Run! Go to Dalaran to report the news!" Zhang Cheng struggled to get up as he gave his final order.

He undoubtedly knew very well that if he wanted to save his life and win this battle, the only way out was to do everything possible to drag the other party and let George Sr. and Garrick move the rescuers.

Although his self-confidence had swelled a little after receiving the arcane powers, he was not foolish enough to think that he could deal with the elite of the Forsaken of Sanming at the same time, and one of them was a mage who was not weak.

"Understood!, please hold on!" Garrick nodded in pain.

He undoubtedly knew that he would not be able to help at all except to add to the chaos, so he ran forward without looking back......