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"He's not dead yet!"

With a heavy face, the white wolf held a shield in one hand and a sword in the other, and once again charged at the huge figure that had risen from the tattered ruins.

"Despicable fellow!"

Marganis angrily ripped off the pieces of wood on his body, and was attacked by a mortal, how could the proud Dreadlord endure it. With a deep cut in his abdomen, Marganis casually unleashed a dark healing spell, standing up ready to tear the creature who dared to sneak up on him to shreds, and then ...... his soul

"Ahh

The white wolf resembles a cunning and dexterous ghost wolf, its steel sword piercing the Dreadlord's ribs, causing Malganis to let out a miserable roar of pain.

"Bell!"

In pain, Marganis threw a punch, and the white wolf blocked the shield in front of him in time, and the huge force knocked him out with the human shield, knocking another room through a large hole and falling into it.

"I'll crush you to ashes!"

Malganis had forgotten what he was supposed to do, and the constant attacks had already enraged the Dreadlord who regarded humans like ants, and the only thought that came to his mind was to seize the hateful human, and he would cut off his flesh piece by piece......

Arthas was right, infected people quickly turned into zombies. There was not a single living person in sight on the street at this time. The soldiers looked terrified, but they also fought with the zombies in fear—and even their fearful hearts suddenly relaxed. At the very least, compared to killing unarmed civilians like slaughtering livestock, these zombies in front of them will not make them feel guilty while trying to kill them.

"Hold on to your formation, don't panic! There's nothing to be afraid of them. Arthas wielded a war hammer, and His Royal Highness the Prince's force was indeed good, "They are so slow that they can't even use weapons." Such an opponent is not much better than an animal. Brothers, as long as we hold on, victory will be ours! For Lordaeron! ”

"For Lordaeron!"

Seeing the panicked expressions of the soldiers become calm, Arthas also breathed a sigh of relief. As he said, there is nothing to be afraid of these zombies, the only thing to pay attention to is their numbers, and their tirelessness.

Smoke had already begun to rise in the city, and in the smoke, it was impossible to see how many zombies were coming.

It seems that we still have to solve the source...... Arthas looked at the white wolf who was fighting with Marganis.

"You're not an ordinary human! Who are you? ”

Marganis unleashed two shadow arrows, one dodged by the nimble white wolf and the other blocked by his shield emblazoned with the royal mark of Lordaeron, but also unbalanced by the impact.

The Dreadlord took the opportunity to lean in and slammed the white wolf into the street wall with a heavy punch. The crumbling mud and stones slid down the wall with the white wolf, who only paused slightly and got back to his feet.

There was not fear in those red eyes, but excitement - the excitement of a battle maniac meeting a strong opponent.

Malganis was all too familiar with the look - orcs whose temperament had been altered by demonic blood!

The white wolf grinned, revealing a mouthful of snow-white teeth, which seemed to shine with a hint of cold light.

Marganis snorted.

"Damn, I've been in this world for so long, and even my guts have been affected by these cowardly guys!"

Smiling self-deprecatingly, he spread his five fingers and unleashed a spell at the white wolf who rushed towards him.

A colony of rancid bees!

A black cloud shrouded away like a white wolf, and the black cloud was still buzzing. If you look closely, what kind of black cloud is this, but the terrifying sight of thousands of giant bees swarming in.

Ma's!

The white wolf suddenly stopped the charge. Decisively threw away his shield and sword, and rushed towards the burning house next to him.

Marganis laughed out loud as he watched the 'fledged' white wolf as he slowly tortured the human.

"Zi~Bang~La!"

The sound of flames burning insects was heard, and Marganis' laughter stopped abruptly.

The swarm of bees that chased the abominable human in all directions just now was like a dumpling in the flames.

The white wolf held a huge wooden pillar in both hands, and a raging flame burned at one end of the stake. The pillar was impenetrable to the white wolf, and in front of him, it seemed to form an impassable wall of flames.

The swarm of bees rushed up to confirm one word - moths to the fire!

"Damn!"

Marganis' face was gloomy, and his hands glowed black, ready to cast his magic.

The blazing flaming pillars came faster. Sensing that Marganis was casting a spell, the white wolf directly swung the pillar in his hand a few times and threw it at the Dreadlord - there was no need to worry about not being able to hit.

He deserves Malganis' bad luck. The pillar slammed its flaming end into the Dreadlord's step, and Marganis let out a terrible cry that resounded throughout Stratholme, not to mention magic, and he couldn't even stand on his feet.

Clutching his crotch, he fell to his knees in pain.

The white wolf himself was stunned for a moment, he didn't mean to-Khan, now it seems that no matter what race, as long as it is male, that place is fatal.

I sympathize with my heart, but I don't show the slightest mercy in my hands.

Picking up his sword and shield and rushing in front of Malganis, the Dreadlord raised his hand to block it.

The giant-like power of the white wolf slashed the sword down, striking it with the arm glowing with black light. No surprise, the white wolf was not surprised by the demon's means, and the shield of the royal insignia of Inlordanren smashed hard into Malganis's face.

A long tooth splattered with a string of blood. The Dreadlord's massive body rolled out with a bang.

"Bell!"

The sword slashed at the hard stone floor, sending a cloud of sparks. Marganis dodged the blow by rolling on the ground in spite of his image.

There was no stopping, and the white wolf's attacks were like endless rivers, wave after wave that did not give Marganis a chance to breathe. The Dreadlord had already cut more than a dozen wounds on his body, and the green demon's blood was slowly flowing.

The pain of the wound brought Malganis back to his senses. The Dreadlord suddenly remembered the task that the Lich King had given him. Although the old orc who was left with only a tormented soul was not worthy of his own attention, he was the head of the plan appointed by his master, and he had to obey his orders for the time being.

Marganis took the white wolf's sword and struck him with a heavy blow. The fear demon king, who finally got rid of the white wolf's entanglement, jumped to the roof and looked down at Arthas with an unwilling face:

"Your journey is at the beginning, young prince. Gather your troops and challenge me again in Northrend. There, we will settle our grievances and you will learn your true destiny. ”

After speaking, Marganis turned his gaze to the white wolf who stood up, and the fierce light flickered.

"Whoosh!"

The long sword brushed past his ear, and Marganis didn't even let go of the cruel words, his body turned into a puff of black smoke, and disappeared without a trace in an instant.

"Count you as fast as you run!"

The white wolf showed an ugly smile and fell to the sky...... (To be continued.) )