It is naturally difficult for ordinary people to get any news from the mouths of such creatures that cannot even control their own lives, but the way to obtain the news does not necessarily have to rely on the mouth. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Trolls have a spell that allows them to make their heads open by simply taking their heads, throwing them into a cauldron and stewing them, along with some bizarre materials and rituals.

Zhang Li naturally wouldn't do such a disgusting thing, he just used the power of nightmares to invade the memories of the insects, and after invading many insects, he collected the scattered information he got and formed the information in front of Xiloma.

This information was formed much earlier than Brian discovered the Zerg, which is the foreknowledge of being a player.

At this time, with a heart full of shock, Xi Luoma was walking in the corridors of the palace with Xi sister, she was no longer worried about the purpose of this trip, she asked to meet Zhang Li only out of her own curiosity.

What kind of person is this elven king? Is it really as full of contradictions as the outside world says?

Before coming to this country, she thought that he was a powerful and domineering man, and that the great achievement of killing Akmund had added a lot of prestige to him, but when she came here, she heard that this was a lewd and lustful fellow, who not only used despicable means to blackmail others into her own slaves, but also openly married several wives and forbade others to bigamy, and Shiloma did not notice that this was actually just the sour words of those men.

Speaking of which, the queen next to her is the rumored person who was forced to become a slave, and she is indeed a very beautiful lady, no wonder she can turn from a slave to become a master......

Feeling the strange eyes coming from behind her, Sister Xi didn't care, just smiled.

"There is no notice, I brought you directly just to let you see his true state and see if it is different from what you imagined."

As he spoke, after a corner, several figures appeared on the sand in the distance, a tall male elf was helping a little Lori and a few big Lori to play with sand with doting eyes, and they worked together to create a very large sand castle, and everyone's face was filled with happy smiles.

Such a harmonious scene......

"That's his true state, although I don't deny that he is lustful, but as a father and husband, he is still very qualified, isn't he?" This is the reason why Sister Xi took her to raid Zhang Li, as a wife, she naturally didn't want Zhang Li's reputation to stink, especially among foreigners.

And in Xiloma's eyes, all the illusions about Zhang Li collapsed, leaving only the image of a gentle father.

“…… I understand that he will definitely not be a bad person to be able to make his family smile so sweetly, please forgive me for my previous misunderstanding. ”

………………

The hills of Hillsbrad, which had long since been destroyed by the war, were a little bombastic, and there was no life in sight, most of them had fled south with the exiles, and only those who owned land or hated it were left behind.

No matter what the world, no matter what race, war is an eternal topic.

The change of political power, the desire for power, and war will always be a stage for people who are unwilling to be lonely, and it is a manly and passionate romance.

But once demons and undead come in, the only meaning of war is to survive, and it suddenly becomes annoying.

Tarummir, a modest battle has just ended, a battle between humans and the undead, and the only two victories are two humans, but it will soon become the only one.

A human warrior in tattered leather armor was holding another human warrior, his chest pierced by a broken sword, and although he was not dead for a while, his fate was already clear.

His name was Mellen, a true Talenmir farmer who had just celebrated his fiftieth birthday not long ago.

For human commoners, fifty years old is enough to be a grandfather, sixty years old is considered a relatively long life, and seventy years old is only for nobles.

Farmers who have worked all their lives often show a lot of diseases at this age, which are the hidden dangers left by years of hard work, if they are physically strong, they may be able to live for a few more years, if they are weaker, they may lose their lives at any time.

However, it was such an old man, an old man whose wrinkles were comparable to the bark of an old tree, who still had to walk on the battlefield with his weapons, and the battle between the dead was so cruel, there was no distinction between the old and the young, only the living and the dead.

Meren gasped in pain, but he inhaled breath, exhaled foaming blood, blood had already flowed down the wound into his lungs, but he didn't feel any suffocation.

He didn't really feel anything, only a fluttering, like being in the ocean, and his mind recalled over and over again the events of this life, his wife, his son, and his little granddaughter who had just learned to crawl, and he remembered the days he lived with them, and the joy of the family running on the grass, but it all began to become more and more blurred, and there was no doubt that he was on the verge of death.

Beside him was the corpse of an undead whose head had been cut in half, the result of his desperate death.

Once upon a time, he thought that the only motivation for his life was revenge, the tragic death of his family drove him crazy, he could never forget the scene of his son's head rolling to his feet, at that moment he was devastated, he could do nothing but shiver and wait for the butcher's knife to come, but a righteous army saved him and gave him the meaning of life.

Kill the undead and the betrayers!

The greedy Minethil family, who had been warned of the plague and were reluctant to scavenge the gold coins that led to the disaster, were exploited, and Meren, like many commoners, hated the king, whom they called traitors.

This is an army of rage and hatred, all of whom suffer as much as Merlen, who have lost everything crazy and twisted, bound together by the desire for revenge.

The man who has lost his home is the most terrifying opponent, and Mellen's fierce and undaunted style of play has won him many victories, allowing him to kill enemies on the battlefield even if he has never been trained, but such battles depend on luck, and this time, Lady Luck has finally left him.

But he was not sad, because before his eyes, his family had already come to pick him up......

"Nope! Uncle Mellen! Keep it up! Paladin-sama will save you! The young warrior wept bitterly, saying that it was not appropriate to be young, that he was a big child at best.

"......" The old man may have returned to the light, his eyes regained a moment of clarity, and he looked at the eldest child holding him, his eyes were full of pity.

"Jon, ahem! Good boy, the power of the Light should not be wasted on a wasted man like me......" He looked at the sword stuck in his body, a scorn on his lips.

"Trust me Jon...... If you want to comfort your family's heavenly souls, get out of here...... Go to the place where there are no undead......"

After saying that, he stopped paying attention to the big child who was screaming, and slowly closed his eyes.

"Nope! No! The child clutched the old man's big rough hand and wept silently.

"The undead! Defector! I absolutely am! Absolute! Absolute! I won't let you go! With a roar, he picked up the old man's sword, pinned it to himself, and set his hands on the aftermath of all the dead.

He's going to be busy for a long time.

………………

With the death of Terenus, the armies of the great nobles lost their last chance to make peace with Lordaeron, but this was exactly what they hoped for, with the Nightlight as the mainstay and the Scourge Legion watching from behind, Lordaeron did not want to have the upper hand.

It didn't take long for Lordaeron's forces to be squeezed into the Silverpine Forest and the hinterland of Aoshan, and after that, only one Dalaran remained in the Hillsbrad Hills, but the magic of magic made them a difficult bone to gnaw, and the coalition of nobles soon lost interest in them.

It's a pity that Lordaeron still has the support of the entire alliance behind him, and the nobles have to pay attention to their backs, so after a few big battles, the situation has become stalemate, today you take a piece of my territory, tomorrow I will take it back, those locations often have no military value, but because they are stuck between the two sides and become the target of each other's competition.

Whitemayne stood in front of a mirror sluggishly, her posture was even stiffer than standing in a military position, her empty eyes made it difficult for people to guess what she was thinking, and everyone who dared to look at her seemed to be swallowed by that pair of pupils, which was really weird and terrifying.

But so bizarre, Whitemayne became the one that many survivors embraced from the bottom of their hearts, because she was fair, honest, and handled everything logistically in an orderly manner.

It can be said that it is her existence that has given countless people the opportunity to live.

But no one would know that this Whitemane was no longer the other Whitemane, and in the mirror, the real Whitemane was roaring angrily, but the one in front of the mirror was indifferent.

Ever since she woke up that night, Whitemane was horrified to find that she had no control over her body, that something had taken control of her body, and sadly, she could only watch "herself" do something wrong.

The people at the bottom are always the object of fooling, and what they know about "justice" is often misled, and Whitemayne's heart is full of guilt.

The thing that controls her body is simply perfect, although it is deceiving the ignorant masses, but it really helps too many people, because this thing is completely unselfish, its efforts are seen by everyone, and people who are moved abound.

In this way, in just three years, this thing that controlled her body had become the image spokesperson elected by the nightlight, loved and loved by those who were seduced and fanatical, and then, in order to completely unite the hearts of these people, she would also ascend the throne as king.

The time is tomorrow......