King Ryan, who was heavily protected, seemed to sense something, and through the half-moon edge of the giant shield in the guard's hand, he saw several warriors walking in his direction. Hair is disheveled, ragged, and there is not even the most basic armor. But walking through the battlefield, these people are like a leisurely stroll.

Only the strongest warriors have such confidence, believing that those flying stray arrows will not hit them...... Wait, something seems wrong! At that moment, King Ryan saw a wolf-tooth arrow hit the body of a soldier, and the soldier continued forward as if he had not felt the slightest pain. Then, as if sensing that something was wrong, he reached out and ripped the arrow straight from his arm, along with a large piece of flesh.

And more importantly, during the whole process, the soldier did not shed even a drop of blood.

"Soldiers, stop them!"

The foreboding in Ryan's heart grew stronger, but he didn't panic too much. Hearing the king's order, although the surrounding guards were a little puzzled, they still dispersed all the non-guard members around them as soon as possible. Almost at the same time, the strangely behaved, disheveled soldiers suddenly raised their heads, revealing their faces stained with gray smoke.

and a pair of dead eyes, lead-gray pupils.

Through the guards, King Lane saw the face. Even though he knew he had to keep his composure at this time, he involuntarily took two or three steps back and crashed into one of the guards. Because of the face he was familiar with, Cleveland, who had been quite an active member of the Iron Horse Brotherhood, had often heard his name from Lothar's mouth. But...... Isn't he already dead in battle!

The guard's shield didn't feel good on his body, even if he was wearing light armor for ease of movement, the effect of the shield slam was still not something that ordinary warriors could withstand. Even if his subordinates show mercy, they will inevitably be knocked over. These guards had only one mission, and that was to keep the king safe. They have the best gear, they enjoy the best treatment, and naturally they also take the biggest risks. If something happens to the king, they have to say goodbye to their heads and necks. The guards, who had long watched these people waiting around now, were so cautious that their livers trembled that they would naturally not be polite, and almost instantly, these soldiers with explosive execution almost cleared a small area of no man's land.

And in this case, the few people who are still rushing to this side are particularly conspicuous.

Without even too much warning, the guards' swords pierced the bodies of the humans in front of them. The feeling coming from the sword was a little weird, but that's about it. Several of the guards tried to draw their blades, but found that they couldn't do so. Take a closer look, and a creepy scene happens. The man whose body was pierced did not breathe, but raised his head. The unkempt face was full of hideous and distorted smiles. This is no longer an expression that a human can have, but a fight with the group of green-skinned maniacs. After just a moment of stunned work, several similarly dressed guys behind the man pounced violently, and with a flick of the long sword in his hand, the two headless corpses fell in response. With the force of the corpse falling backwards, the pierced man allowed the blade of the sword that was not stained with blood to slip out of his body, and then leaned forward, grabbed the corpse's wrist, and with a sharp slash, the sword in the hands of the two guards fell into his hand.

After only a moment of stunned effort, the eight guards fell. However, it was worthy of a carefully selected elite, and the remaining guards did not hesitate at all, shrinking their defenses, and the big shield in their hands was raised horizontally, like a turtle shell, in a semicircle. Let the crazy chisel and chop not be moved. Immediately afterward, the spear-wielding guards behind them pierced their spears through the cracks in the shield walls. They have cooperated with this trick many times, so they are naturally handy. But after the blow, to their surprise, these attackers, who had suffered heavy physical injuries, did not fall......

They didn't even shed blood......

This is a group of undead warriors......

The guards couldn't help but tighten the shield wall even more, they had heard of this kind of undead magic, and legend had it that Zuaman was also Amani's troll with a similar spell that could transform warriors into undead monsters. I guess these guys in front of you are like that...... In front of these zombies, ordinary attacks were particularly weak, and the guards even found that several of the attackers' arms had been cut off, still waving one arm and attacking frantically forward. Such a crazy attack method, combined with their distorted and deformed faces, even if the psychological quality is extremely strong, the guards can't help but have a timid mind.

And they didn't know how angry these monsters were in front of them at this time. The Death Knights were resentful, they were all members of the Shadow Council, one of those members of the Shadow Council who had been cleared out by Orgrim to be exact. Their souls were preserved and then stuffed into the bodies of these humans.

They were angry because they didn't know how to fight! Not dodging or dodging is madness in the eyes of humans, and it is confidence in one's immortal body (after all, the dead will not die again). And in fact, it is their complete lack of mastery of the body. These Death Knights couldn't control a body that wasn't their own, or even a creature of their own race, in such a short period of time. They're like a bunch of players sitting in front of a computer, just controlling, not fighting on their own. What's more, these guys are also a bunch of high PING PLAYERS......

And these are not the most important, the most important thing is that these death knights, the most proud evil spells, their old profession, can not be used now!

The human body didn't seem to be suited to such power, and they were never able to use the Warlock's spells. This makes them feel extra powerless. If it weren't for the fear of Guldan's obscenity, they would never have left the camp even half a step. But now, under Gul'dan's compulsion, they can only be forced to become pawns in his plan, to be used in such a pointless battle, waiting to be eliminated a second time.

The initial panic quickly passed, and the guards at the front gave up their own ineffective attacks and defended with all their might. Immediately, two high-ranking priests, who had been following the king, stepped forward. After chanting softly, two chains-like rays of holy light swooped down on the two craziest Death Knights who were fighting at the front. The golden rope clings to the two of them, then tightens suddenly. Immediately, hoarse and grotesque screams came from their damaged vocal cords. Those who play religion have a little bit of study of the soul, and so do these bald heads who believe in the Light. With a wave of his hand, the Death Knight, who had just been nearly invincible, fell to the ground, and the high-intensity holy light damaged their souls, which were relatively fragile because they had separated from their main body. The guards let out a cheer, and behind them, King Lane couldn't help but smile.

Then, thinking of something, his smile couldn't help but hang a hint of haze.

The so-called prophecy in Ren Fan's mouth ......

"It's okay, I'm followed by four masters, there will be no problem." Ryan was pumping himself up, but the slightly heavy breathing clearly showed that he was not at peace. Then he took out his pocket watch from his pocket, and then, with some strange words, said:

"Ahh......h

It seems to have touched some indescribable thread of fate and changed everything. Or maybe nothing has changed, and time has come to the same point again. The dark green eyes were filled with this rippling evil energy, and hidden blades burst out from the shadows, the same daggers, the same blades, the same angles, the same people......

In a huge cavern in the desert, the sleeping dragon king slowly opened his eyes. Somehow, he always likes to sleep in during this time. Looking at my skin, do I want to turn green?

In the hourglass in front of him, the golden sand still flowed quietly, making a rustling, fine sound. Nozdom smashed his mouth, and in front of him, a blurred image appeared on the frame of a door frame that was ornately shaped, somewhat similar to the Dark Door, but many times smaller. Changing into a comfortable position, Nozdom closed his eyes. Each door here represents this important point in time. He has been guarding this place for an unknown number of years, and he has witnessed all this many times. Boredom, tedious, repetition and reincarnation over and over again can only prove the powerlessness of living beings before fate. Maybe that's why I want to sleep.

Squinting at the mirror-like mirrors like the door in front of him meandering to the end, Nozdorm couldn't help but sigh. Finally, his gaze was fixed on the last, and only unlit door.

This is the only place where he does not see the future, and Nozdorm, as he habitually calls it, the fate of this world.

"Perhaps, everything is the will of the gate......