"There's no tactic, we'll just run over!" Diego said expressionlessly. Oriental Reading Network, even standing unsteadily, it is impossible to pose a threat to them, as for that crypt demon, the guys are swarmed together, and it is enough to get everything done in an instant.

"What?" Trying to change his life creed of "looking down on life and death, not accepting it", and wanting to have more scheming in his stomach, the blood spear was stunned by this simple and rough way of fighting - I just changed my opinion on combat thinking a little, is it really good for you to come to such an orc wave?

While the blood spear was still feeling wounded, with the sound of a gunshot, the minotaur shaman and the elven druid had already rushed out with a roar, followed by Brian who was clanging all over, and the dwarf's little short legs were not slow to thump.

"Hey, guys, wait for me!" He jumped up from the ground and rushed out with him.

In order to shorten the charging distance, they approached the cauldron from the side of the farmland. When the crypt demon realized that something was wrong, a dazzling ball of light had already come to him, the hard chitin spider shell did not provide him with enough defense, the streamer flashed, and with a muffled "bang", his entire head had disappeared from his neck.

And that's not all, followed by the wild giant bear, its large paws the size of a fan, and with the crunch of bones breaking, a terrifying huge wound was torn in the chest of the crypt demon, and rancid bodily fluids and festering internal organs dripped down with a thud.

Rushing behind the druid was the Minotaur Shaman, his fiery tongue of war hammer swept violently, and the scarred half of the crypt demon finally collapsed, and the fragments of the limbs flew apart with a "bang", scattered everywhere.

"Get out of the way!" With a roar, the dwarf hid behind his shield and crashed into it, unaware that his target was dead, in fact, if it weren't for the shield blocking his view, he would have stopped long ago.

But I have to say that this thunderous charge was amazingly powerful, and under the impact of the juice splashing, the lower half of the body of the crypt demon was directly knocked into the air, snapped against the cauldron, and then slowly slid down.

At this moment, the orcs finally arrived. But in the face of the remaining pool of rotten meat, the blood spear swung the ice spike spear and slashed several times, but in the end it still couldn't get its hands on it. If he did, it would be a corpse, and the orc's sense of honor would not allow him to do so.

He angrily turned around and saw the stupid Scourge recruits. The shriveled skulls weren't enough for the living dead to understand what was going on, but the hunger for fresh flesh made them spread their arms and staggered to this side.

“Lok-Tar Ogar！” The red-eyed orc roared and pounced on him, venting his killing desires to the fullest. Hope.

In Azeroth, many people are worried about the cruelty and bloodlust of the orcs, and the resurgence of the orcs who once drank the blood of demons, but when the orcs unleash this cruelty and bloodlust on the undead scourge, no one is dissatisfied, and the dwarf Brian is one of them.

"Well done! I'll treat you to a drink in a moment! He shouted at the Blood Spear, forgetting that there weren't any bars still open in the entire Western Plaguelands.

"Are we so strong now?" Looking at the invincible orcs who were coming and going in that group of walking dead, Masree asked tastelessly, no wonder he thought so, because in the previous battles, several people had gone through a lot of hard fighting, and each time they were exhausted and bruised, if it wasn't for their luck, they might have all rotted into a white skeleton.

"No, most of these natural disaster soldiers have not been awake for a long time, their brains are still very stiff, and meat? Broken and sluggish," Diego walked over, flicking his musket behind his back and kicking a one-armed zombie at him - the weak chicken wasn't even worth his bullets, "not to mention that they don't have any armor at all, and they don't have weapons, and the Scourge has deployed them here to do more chores than fights, and if you continue to think about it in the next battle, you're going to suffer a lot." ”

"I hope so, or it's too boring." The Night Elf said smugly. Sluts are hypocritical, when the enemy is weak, they hate the opponent's dishes, and when they are strong, they shout that they can't bear it.

"There's a movement in the sentry totem I planted in Andorhar." The Minotaur Shaman, who had been silent, said suddenly, his eyes slightly closed, sensing the sight coming from his spell creation, "There are about four dozen heavily armed Scourge infantrymen, followed by a living man in robes, who seems to be a mage or a warlock. ”

All along, the Scourge weren't all dead, they had some alive. Most of these living people are members of the Cult of the Damned, and while they are desperate to give their lives for the Lich King and transform into powerful lichs, their master does not allow them to do so, as he also needs these lackeys to blend in with humans and perform tasks that the dead can't do. The one Dezko saw was clearly one of them.

"We need to prepare an ambush!" Diego looked around, and there were not many suitable places to ambush from Andorhar to Firestone Farm.

He finally decided to carry out an ambush at the edge of the farm where it meets sparse woodland. This is where the range of the Death Gaze can be exploited, and it is also convenient for others to sneak away and shorten the charging distance.

Reinforcements from the Scourge Legion arrived quickly, and it wasn't long before the adventurers were ready to hear their voices as they made their way through the woods.

Compared to the Scourge soldiers they'd seen before, including the Forsaken, these reinforcements were much more elite. Their limbs were intact, and every inch of their skin was wrapped in shrouds depicted with demonic patterns, and beyond these shrouds were sturdy and fine armor. Their weapons were all sophisticated standard weapons, and they shimmered in the cold light of the dark jungle.

The woods were a little dark due to the foliage, but it didn't have much effect on the Scourge's soldiers, and after dying once, their eyesight was no longer limited by light. Out of psychological inertia, none of them looked up. But the dead leaves above their heads had withered, but they could still hide in the canopy of the trees, and two beasts with dark green eyes were quietly watching them pass under their feet.

The robed mage stopped and looked around vigilantly, for some reason, he always felt that someone was watching in the dark. He hurried a few steps from the end of the line to Duan, a position that made him feel much safer.

"Damn the Scarlet Crusaders!" He cursed inwardly. This is the third time since August that the plague cauldron has been destroyed.

To tell the truth, he is an academic, and after leaving Dalaran and joining the Cursed Sect, he has been studying the Scourge Plague at the Psychic Academy. If it weren't for the recent heavy losses of the Crusaders' combat mages under the Lich Araki, he wouldn't have been transferred to Andohar.

I have to say that the Scarlet Crusaders are taking the blame for the adventurers this time. However, they certainly don't mind carrying this pot, as they regard all acts of hostility to the Scourge Legion as a great honor.

"I don't know what happened to the plague samples in my lab, and if they showed stage 3 symptoms......" he walked as he walked, remembering the progress of his experiment. At this moment, he suddenly noticed that the sky in front of him had become a little brighter, and before he knew it, they had reached the edge of the woodland, and the houses on the farm in the distance had come into their sight.

Before him, the front team of reinforcements had already left the woodland, and he also followed closely behind, stepping on the land of the farm, and before that, out of caution, he had applied an ice armor spell to himself.

At this moment, a bright light flashed on the roof of the barn in the distance.

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