Burning Plains, twenty-three kilometers northwest of Blackstone Mountain, 4:37 p.m.

The blazing sun still hung high in the sky, but it was already evident that it was beginning to sink in the west, and in this season the twilight was often very brief, and the transition between light and dark was often conducive to some special operations.

The heat of the ground that had been exposed to the sun all day, combined with the scorching heat of the burning plains, covered the surface with a layer of distorted shadows, and it looked as illusory and hazy as a mirage.

Kalivadorowski was lying face down on the ground, covered with a layer of camouflage used to disguise it, which the players invented themselves, and after nearly two years of propagation, even the NPCs are now using this gadget.

He was glad that he was an undead, the temperature on the ground that was enough for barbecue meat could not affect him, and if he had changed to other races, he would have had to save himself by now due to dehydration and body surface burning injuries, of course, those demon players who jumped into the magma bath were fine!

"It's coming!" The companion next to him whispered, and Kalivadorowski raised his head slightly, and some black spots slowly appeared on the horizon in the distance.

"I'm going to send a signal!" He said as he lay on the ground and stepped back, not worried about being spotted by those guys, it was almost impossible to detect the slightest movement in the distance under the influence of the distorted heat on the surface, unless those orcs had a pair of eagle eyes!

After climbing a distance of about twenty meters with both hands and feet to ensure that he would not be discovered by the orcs of the Black Hand Clan, Kariva got up slightly and walked towards the ambush of the large army in an almost crouching position, as a scout of the "Third Avenue" of the undead hunting regiment, this is not a difficult task.

Half an hour later, Red Blackhand led the remaining Blackhand orcs into the wilderness.

Compared with entering the Black Rock Mountain half a month ago, Red's manpower has suffered a lot of losses, most of which are the price that had to be paid to escape from the Black Rock Mountain, Orgrimmar's orcs have already attacked the upper level of the Black Rock Mountain, and the Black Iron Dwarves, who were originally superior in numbers, have scattered their forces due to internal rebellion, and the defense line has been retreating, which makes Red even more convinced that his choice is correct, and these Black Dwarves are not enough to become his allies.

The eyes under the cloak scanned the men behind him, the team of less than eight hundred people looked a little sparse, but Red was not too sad, especially when he saw that almost every orc had one or two dragon eggs on their backs, the black hand clan chief believed that his own glory would soon appear.

It wasn't until the halo of dusk suddenly spread out and the bright daylight turned orange at a rapid speed that Red finally reacted after seeing countless enemies leap up from the ground and overshoot arrows covering the sky like a rainstorm.

The pain of the iron bolts digging into his muscles brought Red back to his senses, and he didn't have time to think about why these sneak attackers dug holes in the ground and lay ambush, so he subconsciously pulled out the hand axe hanging from his waist and split the attacker who pounced on him in half.

But this could not change the whole situation, the unexpected attack made the orcs unable to react in time, and the rapid march of nearly thirty kilometers made them exhausted, coupled with the burden of carrying dragon eggs, more than half of the orcs lost their combat effectiveness under the attack of this wave of crossbow arrows, and more than a hundred died directly.

"Ahh Red's eyes were bloodshot in an instant, and with a roar, he grabbed an enemy by the chest, slammed it to the ground, stomped on the opponent, and cut off his head with the weapon in his hand.

There was no blood splattering, no dying wails, just the pale skulls and withered muscles under the helmet.

Undead!

Red's almost boiling blood seemed to be frozen in an instant, and a biting chill flowed through his body along his veins.

Suddenly, he felt a murderous gaze lock on his body, and he turned his head sharply, and his eyes under the cloak were immediately filled with the two figures standing still in the distance.

Heroic!

His long-standing instincts for battle made Red immediately judgmental, and it made him realize how bad the situation was.

The constant wails around him could no longer touch Red's attention, and he focused all his energy on the two enemies.

"Are you coming or am I coming?" Lasuvios pointed at Red unconcernedly, and asked the person beside him.

Kurdila shrugged: "It's better for you to come!" It's going to take me a long time to deal with that orc, and I'm afraid I don't have that room right now! ”

"Alright! It is just as a warm-up exercise! La Suvios didn't shirk it, he lifted the heavy sword in his hand and walked towards Red, he did have the confidence to say this, as an undead hero, even if the other party was at the same level as himself, he was confident that he would end the battle quickly, after all, a long time is the best reliance for the undead to improve their skills, which is not comparable to those life races for decades or even hundreds of years.

Kurdila glanced at Red, and stopped focusing on the other party, he didn't have the idea of continuing to pay attention to a dead man, even if it was a heroic existence like him. It was the battle of the hunters around him that intrigued him more.

"The strength of an individual is almost equivalent to that of a fifth-order soldier!" Kurdila watched several hunters work together to kill a black hand guard and quickly turn to another target, and nodded with satisfaction, "But I'm afraid it still won't work in large-scale battles, the imbalance in the class ratio is too serious." ”

"We're bred to do this kind of thing!" The leader of the "Third Avenue" of the hunting regiment, an undead assassin walked up to Kurdila and said, "The gap between the east and west has been sealed, and these orcs can't escape!" ”

Molov observed Kurdila's expression as he spoke, the undead knight in front of him was the deputy head of the Black Blade Knights, an out-and-out heroic-level undead NPC, he didn't want to be punished by the other party on the spot for dereliction of duty, the mistakes made by those Italians had already made the adults of the Devouring Snake very dissatisfied, otherwise, the executor would not have let these two go out in person.

Kurdila nodded, he didn't pay attention to the outcome of this ambush battle, six chasseur regiments, a full three thousand people, and the ambush was less than eight hundred orcs, if this could still fail, Kurdila could only say that this was the arrangement of fate!

And Red obviously wants to rely on his own strength to stop the wheel of fate from running over him.

"Drink!" The hand axe in his hand had long since been replaced by a battle axe, and with both hands clutching the handle of the axe, the orc chief slashed at Rasuvios with all his strength.

"Dang!" The axe blades and sword blades clashed in the air, and a loud sound formed a diffuse soundprint in the air, blowing an undisturbed clearing around the two men.

The power coming from the tomahawk made Red's hands feel a pain, which meant that the opponent was much stronger than him in terms of strength, and this was the case of Rasovios using only one hand.

"Oh! Interesting! Rasuvios didn't feel that he was convinced, he was a knight, and the other party obviously had a warrior class, compared to a warrior who was more proficient in strength skills, the knight class was not particularly good in this regard, he was better at riding and impact tactics, so there was no difference between holding a sword with one hand and holding a sword with both hands, "Give your name, orc!" I can engrave your name on your tombstone! ”

"Phew!" Red spat bloody spit on the ground, "I should say that!" I'll write on your tombstone that it was Red Black Hand Chieftain who killed you! ”

"Hahaha, if you can do it, come on!" La Suvios didn't care about Red's provocation, and while fighting with the other party for a long time, he still guarded against Red's small movements.

One side is a long journey, exhausted, coupled with the chaos of the formation, but also to protect the dragon eggs, while the other side is to wait for work, recuperate, take the lead, the number of people is also several times the number of the other party, in this case, La Suvios will not make any low-level mistakes, in order to show his knightly style and let the other side take advantage.

There was no need for him to fight hard to kill the orc chief in front of him with his own hands, as long as he dragged the other party's hands and feet, and waited until the other orcs were killed and wounded, no matter how strong this chief named Red Black Hand was, it would be impossible for him to leave here alive.

What, you say self-esteem as a hero? There is no such thing!

Don't forget, he's an undead!

Only the idiots of the orderly camp would cling to the so-called chivalric dogma without knowing how to be flexible, and as an undead Lasuvios has no stubbornness in this regard, for him, the battle is only about winning or losing, not about merit or inferiority!

Red obviously sensed the other party's intentions, but the worst thing was that he couldn't get out at all, just the battle in front of him had already made him have to go all out, and the combat experience from childhood to adulthood told him that in this case, once he chose to turn his back on the other party in order to escape, the only result was death.

Every attack was an all-out effort, every attack was preoccupied, but Rasuvios was like a mountain, standing in his way, making it difficult for him to move forward. And as time passed, each attack made Red feel that the opponent became stronger, and the power coming from the tomahawk became more difficult to resist.

But in fact, it's not that Rasuvios is getting stronger in battle, it's that Red is getting weaker.

Rasuvios could feel the unwillingness and anger overflowing from the other party's attack, to be honest, the battle in this situation was unfair to this orc, Red not only had to bear huge psychological pressure, but also had to fight against this hot environment in the battle, and the damage caused by each fight would make it more difficult for him to resist the erosion of heat, and the fragility of the life race was so vividly reflected at this moment.

With another exchange of swords and axes, Rasuvios pushed the opponent's tomahawk back with both hands, and then stood in place, coldly watching the opponent kneel on one knee, supporting himself with the handle of the axe, and breathing heavily into the hot air around him.

The original noisy sounds on the battlefield had disappeared, and Red realized that his men had all been wiped out, which also meant that his trip to Blackstone Mountain had been a complete failure.

Looking around, what caught Red's eyes was that the attackers were dragging the corpses of the orcs, recovering the items on the battlefield, cleaning up the traces of the battle, especially the dragon eggs he had painstakingly brought out, most of which had been taken away, making Red feel the feeling of making wedding dresses for others.

"Hehe, hahaha! Cough! Red, who realized that he was likely to die here, let out a desolate laugh and spat the blood foam from his mouth on the ground, "Unwilling! I didn't expect it all to be a trap! ”

At this point, Red Black Hand couldn't help but regret the fact that he had been toyed with by the weak-looking undead from beginning to end.

However, the dignity of being a chieftain, the dignity of being a hero, made Red unwilling to die a humiliating death like a loser, he struggled to his feet, took a deep breath, felt the feeling of the hot air burning his lungs, raised his hand to wipe the blood stained with sweat on his face, and let out an angry roar at La Suvios.

"Ah~~~!"

Holding his tomahawk high, Red squeezed out the last bit of strength in his body, he didn't want to die, but he didn't want to be a loser, the experience of being sold as a slave to the arena as a child made him clearly aware of the consequences of surrendering, which was a future more terrible than death.

Rasuvios shook his head and raised the heavy sword in his hand slightly, since this orc was bent on seeking death, he didn't care about giving the other party a ride with his own hands.

However, Red's wish was never fulfilled, and a sharp spear pierced his heart from behind, killing the orc chieftain.

"More than that!" Rasuvios lowered his heavy sword and looked at Gather Deathfinger, who had just sneaked up on Red and shot the orc chief with a flying spear, "Don't you even have a basic respect for death?" ”

"On the contrary, I think that letting every enemy embrace death as quickly as possible is the highest respect for death!" Gather Deathphalanx stepped forward nonchalantly, pulled the spear from Red's corpse, and inserted it back into the leather buckle on his back, "What's more, I'm not you, this hypocritical respect, hum! ”

Kurdila walked up to Rasuvios, watched Gasser leave, and said, "For a pure undead like them, what we hold on to is probably ridiculous! ”

La Suvios had a cold face, he and Kurdila were both undead who were transformed after death, not undead born naturally like Garser, so both their way of acting and their ideas were more influenced by their pre-life memories.

"Okay, don't care about these little things, let's see if this guy has that dragon crystal on him!" Kurdila knew that Rasousvios was not in a very good mood right now, so he quickly changed the topic, "There is still enough time, we still have to rush to the next ambush point!" Don't forget, that's where the most important thing is! ”

"Well, I know! Black Dragon Princess Onexia! Rasuvios withdrew his heavy sword and summoned his mount, "I'll take the people first, leaving a chaser regiment for you, you are responsible for cleaning up the battlefield and retrieving the dragon eggs, be careful, these are all things that the lord wants!" ”