The vast majority of the people in this group were quite happy to have solved the natural disaster undead entrenched in Warsong Farm, foiled an evil conspiracy of the Cult of Curses, and entrusted a certain powerful Black Blade Knight, a battle that should have been difficult ended in just three days. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Although the vast majority of the team members here have only killed some of the domestic animals that have become undead. However, this does not prevent them from receiving a large bounty when they return to Warsong Fortress, and they can go to the inn located in Warsong Fortress and brag to others while drinking.

But now, when the natural disaster floating city that obviously went wrong flew over the team, everyone's mood was like being thrown down by a basin of ice water, and they were drenched in a cold heart. After seeing that floating city again, the fool knew that on the side of the Warsong Fortress, there should have been a big incident, and everyone who came out knew that on the plain on the other side of the fortress, not only the army of the undead who came from here had been eyeing the Warsong Fortress.

Now it seems that the army of the undead is probably not just eyeing each other, but has really clashed with the tribe, which means that the war has broken out again. Even in the middle of the war, the Scourge Legion brazenly dispatched a floating fortress to attack the tribe, although the table of floating castles that passed over the team seemed to be running out, and it seemed that the winning side was very likely to be the tribe, but the worry still surrounded everyone's hearts.

But Hugh Belmont didn't bother to care about the emotional problems in the team, if the tribe was located in the main stronghold of the Borean tundra and the Warsong Fortress was so easy to breach, then the tribe's combat effectiveness was really worrying. In fact, judging from the current situation, the pressure from the Scourge has forced the Alliance and the Horde to operate the two war machines at full power. Until then, even when the Dark Gate reopened and ventured into the Shattered Outlands, the Alliance and the Horde focused more on how to grab territory and stumble over each other.

And when it came to the expedition to Northrend, in Hugh Belmont's memory, it was also from this time that the two sides began to continue to break out of black technology. The whole world technology tree is from the magic world to the high-tech era. Don't look at the various technologies of the Scourge Legion that look very advanced, when the black technology breaks out, it's really nothing. Especially in terms of artillery, in the past, the dwarves liked to use muskets at most, but now they are developing towards artillery, and in a few years, even missiles will appear. If this world is not a real magical world, the unscientific thing of magic is still above science, even those black technologies must move closer to magic, otherwise, this world would have been finished long ago.

Therefore, Hugh Belmont will not solve the problem with the team, and when he returns to the fortress, everything will naturally be clear. The fate of that floating city, in his opinion, could not have a second fate except for holding on for a few more days and falling directly to an unknown corner.

With a team that was obviously not in a high mood, the group passed through the rugged mountain road, in this desolate world, there are no artificially carved roads, so a lot of weeds growing on the side of the road and other plants that cannot be named are annoying enough. And, in addition to these, there are many moths that are obviously too big, these moths with strange powders that no one wants to touch, and thankfully, these moths are not the kind of monsters that actively attack.

However, the easy journey soon came to an end, and as a dark red earth began to gradually replace the dark yellow land, other annoying troubles soon found the team.

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Boom, boom, boom......

The earth was trembling, and soon, the little trembling sensation grew louder and louder, and at the end of the line of sight, a roll of dust appeared on the horizon. This quickly aroused everyone's vigilance, especially after encountering a floating city flying over them not long ago, everyone's vigilance was the greatest.

Soon, the idioms in the ranks, one by one, pulled the mounts under them and slowed down the pace of progress. He also set his sights on Hugh Belmont, who was at the front of the line.

Feeling the tremor of the ground, Hugh Belmont waved his hand and motioned for the group to stop. "Everyone, keep an eye out! Scout! He looked at the shadowbolts in the group, "I need you to see what's going on over there!" ”

The three shadow agents, led by Ikris nodded, then pulled the reins and steered the skeleton horses under their seats towards the dusty side.

It didn't take long for the three shadow agents to retreat on horseback.

"Rhinoceros! A herd of rhinos is galloping......" Ikris said to Hugh Belmont, "ahead of us there is a herd of rhinos running wild, the Banshee King above, and at least hundreds of Northland hairy rhinos in front of us. ”

"Is it just a herd of rhinos?" Hugh Belmont asked, "Look at you, it's not just a bunch of herbivores!" ”

"That's right, these rhinos aren't a big problem, it's something else." Gallette interjected, "We've found some other natives over there. The rhinos were on the run, and other predators were eyeing them, and, it seemed, if the predators saw us, they probably wouldn't let us go. ”

Ikrax: "A herd of mammoths hunting long-haired rhinos, and if I'm not mistaken, the mammoths that roam the tundra of the boreas. The group that used to harass the tribal convoys, and the Tuskals, oh, the walrusmen. ”

The frozen continent of Northrend is home to many animals that have long been extinct on other continents, especially the catastrophe that shattered the sky 10,000 years ago, which wiped out many races living in Azeroth. But in Northrend, there are still so many ancient and powerful races living here.

Among them is the most famous indigenous creature, the mammoth. Officially known as Magnato. There are many strange species in Azeroth, the most special of which is estimated to be the Magnatto. Because they were so huge, and so large that even the most ordinary mammoth was larger than the strongest centaur. Standing magnatos are 6 to 9 meters tall, and in the eyes of many races, they are giants. And their weight, weighing 15 to 20 tons.

This is the equivalent of each mammoth being a heavy tank, and this is no joke, their thick fur is far harder than many leather armors, and even completely comparable to plate armor. Although these Natives of Northrend use rudimentary weapons and tools, no one has discovered that they are civilized. But its savage, indifferent, and evil nature is beyond the reach of centaurs.

They are the robbers who live on the continent of Northrend, even if they are the original natives who lived in Northrend, walrusmen, frost trolls, yak people, etc., have been ravaged by these mammoths for thousands of years and have no choice.

"Those robbers?!" Hugh Belmont learned that there were an unknown number of mammoths in front of him, and he felt a little hot. A single mammoth could not pose a threat to him, or even to his team, but once there were more of them, it was still not a threat to him, but it was a mortal threat to the rest of the team he led.

The unreasonable robbers who loved to rob and still maintained the cannibalistic custom did not intend to rob this team of only a few dozen people.

"Everyone be ready to fight, if those robbers come, don't show mercy and kill these robbers directly!"