As the dawn sun fell again, Arthas and his men leaned wearily against the damp walls. www.biquge.info even a finger is extremely difficult.

The instinctive roars and roars of zombies could still be heard in the fog in the distance, and Arthas used his warhammer as a crutch on the ground, gasping for air, his eyes staring motionless into the fog.

A vague figure slowly walked through the mist, and Arthas gritted his teeth and struggled to hold the hammer in his hand.

As the figure drew nearer, the soldiers spotted him, and despite being physically and mentally exhausted, some of them used their last strength to pick up their swords and shields and move to the front of Arthas to protect their own princes.

"Lotus~Lotus~"

The familiar roar of the zombies caused Arthas to raise his hammer, and another figure sped towards them. Several pieces of skin had been torn off of his face, fat maggots crawled on the black and red flesh, and his black teeth were covered with mucus, dripping down his broken jaw.

With its mouth wide open, it leaped far away and swooped down on Arthas.

"Huh!"

"Bang!"

A shadow passed in front of Arthas's eyes, and the zombie that jumped in the air was carried out by something, until it slammed into a large tree and made a three-point stabbing sound, and Arthas realized that it was a long sword that knocked the zombie away.

The sharp long sword carried a huge kinetic energy and nailed the zombie to the big tree.

The sound of armor rubbing was heard, and everyone looked back. The figure that walked slowly in the fog finally showed its face.

"Bang~" "Bell~"

The sudden relaxation made the soldiers unable to hold their 'heavy' weapons, and they fell to the ground one after another, making a crisp metal crash. Even Alsace was no exception - they were so tired.

The white wolf's face, which had always been like a cold winter, was so great in the eyes of Arthas and the soldiers that Farrick couldn't help but shed tears. If it weren't for Arthas's attention, perhaps he would have ended up like his comrades on the ground

- First he was pounced on by the zombies and devoured ...... Then he got back on his feet...... As an enemy!

"The Zombie Legion has retreated for the time being." The tall body of the white wolf 'looked down' at Arthas, stained with red, green, green, and colorful, under the mask of unknown things, there was still that cold face that had not changed for thousands of years, Arthas didn't expect the white wolf to take the initiative to speak, and he was there for a while.

In the gap in the eye socket under the helmet, the white wolf's sword-like eyebrows raised: "You must get out of here as soon as possible, next time, there will only be more of them." ...... in your current state"

Idiots can also see the contempt in his eyes.

Alsace couldn't argue with that, though.

Not everyone has the perverted strength and physique of a white wolf. Although he didn't say how many he had killed, Arthas's constant zombie roar since last night could guess how many zombies would die at the hands of the white wolf.

"Take a break, and then we'll go."

"To the Valley of the Hearth?"

Farrick asked.

Arthas was silent. Blue jewel-like eyes looked into the distance, as if they could see through everything blocked by the mist.

"No!" He shook his head, the hesitation on his face flickering, "Let's go straight to Stratholme, we need to solve the root cause of the plague as quickly as possible!" ”

"The ...... of the wall"

Farrick suddenly stopped talking, since His Royal Highness the Prince had decided to turn around, the Fireplace Valley. The captain of the guard looked at the mountain wall with pity, feeling sad for those who were full of joy and had no idea of the coming of death. On the other side of the mountain, where the Valley of the Hearth is located.

After a few hours of rest, Arthas urged his soldiers to regroup. Last night's battle had lost more than a dozen knights, and there were less than a hundred of His Royal Highness's retinue left, and it was still a question whether they could hold out until Stratholme. He could only hope that Gianna and Uther would arrive in time with the army.

Arthas was glad that the horses were not affected by the plague, at least so that they didn't have to drag their tired bodies through the muddy roads.

Parallel to Arthas was no longer Farrick, but a white wolf with a cold face. Arthas would never admit that it was because he was afraid that he had placed the powerful white wolf by his side. As a leader, you need to make good use of each of your subordinates.

"You look a little different, do you remember something?"

Arthas glanced at the white wolf on horseback, who didn't make the slightest movement, and he seemed to sense that something was different about this cold, machine-like creature.

"Nope."

The white wolf's words were still stiff, but they made Arthas a little happy. Before, the wolf didn't even pay attention to himself.

"You killed all night last night, don't you feel tired?"

Arthas said, glancing at the long sword on the white wolf's waist and the shield on the side of the horse's back, the long sword was already full of large and small gaps, and the edges of the shield had been curled up, and even slightly deformed.

Prince Lordaeron felt his heart go into cardiac arrest for a second and took a deep breath.

- The Holy Light is above! This is a weapon made of fine iron, and even a weapon made by a dwarven forge master is rarely compared. Because he knew that this was specially made by her sister to let the forge of the palace be tailored for the guy in front of him.

The white wolf didn't speak, but just raised his hand and touched his chin.

"Actually, I think ......," Arthas said tentatively, seeing that the white wolf was still rubbing his chin, "you don't have to wear a helmet, your face is not very scary, really." I've always thought that it was a mark of a man's glory, not something that superficial idiots could understand. ”

"I don't like to get those disgusting stuff in my face."

The white wolf said. Arthas was surprised that he had responded to his own topic instead of being angry, and at the same time choked up on his answer.

Dare you wear a helmet just to prevent blood from being splashed on your face.

"Then why don't you just bring a hood and a face shield. If it weren't for the heavy stuff of the helmet, if it weren't for the protection of his head from being split by an axe, a fool would want to carry it! ”

Farrick behind him interjected. As soon as the captain of the guard finished speaking, he felt the surprised and 'expectant' eyes of his comrades behind him.

Oops!

Farrick immediately realized he had made a mistake.

"I didn't mean you!"

The captain of the guard instinctively roared, only to find that the white wolf in front of him seemed to move a little, and then it didn't seem to move at all.

After waiting for a while, Farrick let out a sigh of relief and finally put his mind at ease.

I was really tired of my brain, and I dared to say something like 'only a fool is willing to bring' to refer to Sang and scold Huai. Although he had no intention of pointing at the white wolf, who dared to guarantee that this mad wolf, which could explode at any time, would not cut himself with a sword.

Thinking of the white wolf's terrifying skill in killing the necromancer, Farrick felt a cold sweat break out on his head, and suddenly felt a little chill.

Reaching out and wiping it, it felt something was wrong. The captain of the guard stretched out his hand and looked at it, only to find that his hands were covered with wet hair.

Farrick finally confirmed that what he had just seen was not a hallucination...... (To be continued.) )