Look, what did we find?

A lone fearguard!

The concentration of evil elements in the body of the Dreadguard is six times that of the Hellhound, and the proportion of edible parts is as high as 67% when the head is removed and the armor is removed, making it a rare high-quality prey.

It's close.

It's archaeology coming.

It was less than three meters from the grass where Carlos was hiding.

Two meters.

One meter.

The Dreadguard attempted to poke the suspicious-looking clump of grass with the longarm in its hand.

Carlos jumped out and shouted Demacia!! Ah, ahem, shouting for the Union!!

The Dread Guardian becomes the Headless Dread Guard.

The hunt was a big success.

"With this kind of intelligence, how could the Night Elves fight so hard 10,000 years ago?"

Carlos asked with some confusion as he looked down at the blade that had been corroded by the blood containing evil power.

"You can rely on strength to crush it, what kind of brain. The horror of the Burning Legion lies in their endless numbers. In terms of individual strength alone, there are many bigwigs who can hammer and blast those void demons. ”

While Chromie was explaining, he came into contact with illusions, and from behind the grass of the mystery, there were twenty-eight macho men carrying explosive bags on their backs.

"That's right, if it wasn't for the sneak attack, I'm afraid it would take a lot of effort to solve this guy."

Carlos moved his numb wrist and agreed with Chromie's statement.

Decapitation on the battlefield is certainly handsome, but it is really not a conventional move against the enemy, the head of this fear guard, Carlos because it is the first time to kill, used the maximum force, and the result was a success.

It's one thing to play a game, it's another to actually face it, and Carlos is a little unsure and pokes a sword in the body of the Headless Dread Guard.

It's ok, the meat is not hard.

Then he used the blade to file a few times on the Dreadguard's armor.

This is not optimistic, the armor of these demons is very hard, and the fine sword in Carlos's hand can only leave scratches.

Legion technology is really shocking.

Carlos doesn't smoke, gamble, or burn his head, and his requirements for the quality of life are actually quite low, and his only hobby is to collect all kinds of armor and weapons.

Therefore, the weapon in Carlos's hand can be said to be of great quality, and it is the best below the artifact.

However, the weapons representing the peak of mortal craftsmanship are not effective in penetrating the Legion's armor, which means that the Alliance forces are currently having a big problem with the Burning Legion.

If you want to do a good job, you must first sharpen your tools, and sure enough, you can only have a future when you farm and climb technology.

"Are you sure these demons don't have telepathy, psychic sharing, or anything like that?"

"Nope."

"Won't there be a burning explosion after death?"

"Didn't you just kill one?"

"It's not the same as the demon I imagined. Doesn't it mean that the demons of the Burning Legion will turn to ashes when they die? ”

"What kind of demon is this?"

"Huh! Isn't it? ”

"Hmm...... If you're serious, some demons decay quickly after they die, but it's obviously not when you kill this one. ”

Chromie thought about it and gave the answer, which confirmed Carlos's idea from the side.

Sargeras's magic is boundless.

The Dread Guardian is not a Origin Demon that distorts the Void, but is a flesh and blood transformed from the Eredas, while the Guardian of Doom Guardian Dreadlord is a first-class Primal Demon that is closer to the Chaos Essence in terms of life form.

"I'm scared that those demons will have some strange natural abilities that will cause them to be wary. You also understand that this mission, stealth gameplay, is very easy, once we are alert, we will basically be cold, even if you can fly, you have to finish playing. ”

Carlos inexplicably remembered the Tanari Demon.

"Arrogant."

Chromie said indifferently.

"Huh?!"

Carlos didn't know why.

"The Burning Legion as a whole is too powerful, so they don't bother to do that. We dragons have all those natural abilities you mentioned, but they are useless. In the face of absolute strength, small tricks are not worth mentioning. It's nothing to die a few demon soldiers, as long as the portal is opened, the overwhelming army of demons will destroy everything. ”

Chromie didn't want to say so much, but she suddenly remembered the Battle of Quicksand.

In the battle of the ancients 10,000 years ago, Chromie was not yet born, and she spied into the scene of the year through the flow of time, always separated by a layer of mist. In the Battle of the Quicksand more than 3,000 years ago, the Night Elves and the Bronze Dragon Legion fought against the Worms, and Chromie went to the battlefield.

The overwhelming sea of insects and obsidian colossus, Chromie will never forget the tragic scene.

So when I was distracted, I unconsciously said more.

As a result, when Chromie came back to his senses, he found that the people around him had a strange face.

"See what?"

"The style of painting is wrong."

Carlos had no brains and blurted out the truth.

Omitting the verbal fighting within the team to decompress, the team methodically detoured and sneaked.

With Chromie, a mage who knows how many mages God knows, led the way, the team managed to avoid the eyes of the countless legions arranged by the demons, and continued to move forward with the graceful curves outlined by the undulating mountains and using the blind spots of vision.

"After crossing this ditch, you are basically in the place. But there's a demonic sentry up there, we can't go through it during the day, we'll be discovered, so let's rest and act at night. ”

After thinking for a moment, Chromie helplessly stalled her hands, she can be alone at any time, with the team, there is no way.

"Where's your illusion?"

Carlos adheres to the tradition of asking the master when he is indecided, and opens his yellow voice.

"Don't make a fuss, you don't have enough spell casting materials, I'll take the head to maintain such a large range of illusion enchantments for you."

Chromie gave Carlos a blank look.

"Hmm...... It's only noon. ”

"I can't help it anyway."

"How many demons are there at that sentry?"

"Probably, probably, maybe, surely less than ten anyway."

Receiving an affirmative reply from Chromie, Carlos remembered a certain man named Connor. Kenway's uncle.

War is not a dinner party, and each of the macho men who followed Carlos on the mission is a hero who has experienced the baptism of war. In the long war of the orc tribes, the soldiers of the alliance learned a simple truth, those who are afraid of death are often the first to die.

So the easiest way to survive is to kill all the enemies.

Even if the enemy is a demon.

The stalkers carefully dodged the trap that they couldn't see with the naked eye, and the strong men with the explosives on their backs lowered their loads and pulled out their weapons.

Chromie, on the other hand, carefully observed the vigilance spell set up by the demon.

In less than ten minutes, Chromie's forehead was already sweating.

She wiped her sleeve and nodded to Carlos.

"It's done, about three minutes of silence, laid out."

Carlos nodded as well, ready to charge.

Staying in the enemy's sight for so long was too dangerous, and Carlos was ready to improvise Berserker's Creed.

As long as you hack all the enemies you find yourself in, you won't be a stealth failure.