Two days later, the horde army had reached the planned area, and the castle of Utgard and the undead were no longer two small spots in the sky.

Izzy looked at the two huge castles, and his heart was full of irritation, but the irritability was not actually directed at the two castles, but because he had done something in vain.

Didn't he capture a few Veku and a living mammoth in that battle with the mammoths?

At that time, Izzy was counting on some useful information from these things, such as the number of defenders in Utgard Castle and the distribution of defensive weapons.

However, after Izzy even knew how to use affection, (telling them that they were abandoned cannon fodder), moving reasoned (fists are the last word), and so on, he realized that his wishful thinking could not have been carried out in the first place.

Because these captives were simply TM illiterate, they couldn't understand the lingua franca of Azeroth, and no one on the tribe's side, even the red dragons, could speak Veku or mammoth.

Unable to reach even an exchange, let alone torture, Izzy ordered the captives to be kept from starvation, and ignored them, focusing on what was in front of him.

At this time, the tribal army was still a little far away from the enemy's castle, and this distance was almost outside the range of the necromantic rays of the floating city, and it felt like a few miles more.

At this time, Izzy was still waiting for news, and when he saw the figure of Clyostraz returning, he knew that the information he asked for had returned.

"Izzy, the floating city is still not moving, and the enemy is preparing to hold the walls, waiting for us to send them to the door. ”

Izzy breathed a sigh of relief when he heard this: "It's good that the shrunken turtle didn't move!"

It's funny to say that when he was in the tribal stronghold of the Giant Plains, Izzy was eager to fly over the Floating City, but now he was afraid of the Heavenly City being overwhelmed.

But he was afraid that it was also a normal thing, after all, this is not what it used to be, and the tribe just needs time to do something at this time.

As soon as Izzy thought of this, a wolf cavalry scout drove the wolf into a wild run.

Itzy's heart sank, and his head ached, and although he knew that it wasn't the fault of the heralds and scouts who brought bad news, it was a headache every time he saw them come closer.

"High Chief, an army of Vikus has emerged from the castle of Utgard, approaching us, and is expected to arrive in three hours, and there is some kind of winged humanoid undead in that ranking!"

Izzy was stunned for a moment, thought for a moment, and immediately changed his face drastically, and said, "Is there such an image of a humanoid undead? If not, immediately report the appearance of the undead in detail!"

The orc scout thought for a moment and spoke, "There are more than a dozen of those humanoid undead, and they look like birdmen with a pair of wings on their backs, and their bodies are crystal clear, and they generally look like female Vekus. ”

When Izzy heard this, he suddenly gasped and exclaimed, "Wagri!"

"What is that?" asked Cleostraz, a little confused, curious.

He had lived for tens of thousands of years and had never heard of an undead monster like Wagri, so why could Izzy be able to determine the enemy's new class of troops and even call out his name just by listening to a few simple descriptions.

Izzy looked at Clay Ostraz with a curious expression, and immediately understood that he had lost his words for a while, and his heart suddenly cramped, and the inexplicable prohibition was obviously punishing him for his momentary aphasia.

Izzy's face was pale, and he endured the colic, but he thought in his heart:

"TMD, why am I so stupid? The heart of labor and management is semi-elemental, and next time I will directly remove the heart, and then I will reveal all the things that may happen in the future to the world!"

As soon as Izzy thought of this, the cramping sensation was as if he had heard his heart, transferring the pain to his brain.

Izzy's eyes turned white with pain, and it felt like someone was using his brain as dough to ravage and beat hard, and he almost made a knife cut noodle and ramen.

The pain comes and goes quickly, and the pain is painful, but the appearance just makes a headache.

And the time has only passed for a few breaths.

"Wagri......" Izzy waited for a moment to make sure that what had been said would not torment him again before he continued:

"I learned about Wagri from Karazhan's large library, and the Guardian Egwene had come into contact with and documented these spirits. ”

Hearing this, Claiostraz immediately showed a "I see" expression.

"So what are the abilities of this undead, has she recorded it?"

Izzy cautiously opened his mouth, and after being sure that he would not be "rubbed his brain" again, he spoke:

"Vagri are messengers of death, and performing spiritism is as simple for them as breathing and walking. ”

Clais Ostraz listened to Izzy's words, and after a little recollection, his face changed like that of Izzy, and he looked as white as a piece of paper.

"This means that the soldiers who die on the battlefield will immediately turn into undead, unlike necromancers who still need time to condense spiritism, right?"

Izzy nodded silently, and Clay Ostraz held her forehead, really having a headache.

"It's simply the sworn enemy of our Red Dragon Clan! I didn't even know that there was such a terrible undead until today!"

Izzy glanced at the depressed red dragon friend, exhaled a breath of turbidity, refreshed his spirits, and said:

"There's a saying that soldiers come to block, water comes to cover the earth, and I didn't expect this situation, but due to some changes, I'm too unsure if I'm prepared enough. ”

"Tell me, my friend, what are your preparations?"

Izzy immediately replied, "The nemesis of the psychic dead...... Holy Light!"

When Cleostraz heard this, he immediately understood Izzy's concern, at least half of the tribe's clerics were now staying in the field hospital in the rear to protect the lives of those poisoned orcs, and whether the other half of the clerics on the front line was enough to deal with the problem, the answer was probably no.

"Let's go to the Red Dragon Legion, as long as we use the dragon's breath to burn those enemies to ashes, there will be nowhere to use spiritism. ”

Izzy listened and nodded: "You are definitely going to go, but please be extremely vigilant, the enemy is not stupid, they know that your red dragon is here, it is impossible not to deal with it." ”

Cleos nodded, and Izzy hesitated.

"What should I do, did I reveal this hole card first? ”

Izzy looked at the self-propelled magic cannon that the orcs were assembling, and was convinced that if the bombardment was carried out, it would be difficult for Vargri to resurrect the dead without a corpse, but when he looked back, he felt that it was inappropriate.

These magic artillery is not only a hole card, but also the key to this operation, indiscriminate use is not to expose the hole card, but to kill yourself, maybe the purpose of the enemy is to destroy the tribe's magic artillery.

"Forget it, be improvised, if I can destroy the enemy's hole cards against the red dragon, I shouldn't need to expose the magic artillery. ”