Although the fish-man and the gnoll are not disciplined, they are better than living in strife and war all the year round, and their combat effectiveness is okay, and after Putress gave the gnoll Augustine a bottle of emerald green potion, claiming that this is a good medicine that can cure the plague, after Augustine drank it, some tumors and pus on his body were cured.

At this point, old Toby and Augustine truly surrendered to Sylvanas.

Sylvanas promised to give both clans plenty of medicine after the battle, and left the camp of the Fishmen and Jackals with a group of centaurs.

Passing through Brill, we came to another camp, where all the undead gathered, and I was amazed by the variety of undead that could be seen everywhere, not to mention the walking corpses, skeletons, and abominations, and the giant bats with wingspans of more than two meters.

Said to be mounts for the undead, these giant bats are incredibly fast, have excellent stamina, defy the night, and can even unleash sonic attacks on enemies when necessary, making them excellent flying mounts with few drawbacks.

If we had to talk about their shortcomings, their numbers were the only drawbacks - there were only a few dozen giant bats in the huge camp.

The few thousand undead in the camp are the number of walking corpses, about two thousand, skeletons are the second largest class, numbering between five hundred and seven hundred, and the abomination and the rest of the undead are only two hundred combined.

Judging from the data, it seems that the walking corpse is the strongest, but in fact, among these major arms, the walking corpse is the weakest group of undead.

There is no need to fight, just from the dress of the walking corpses and the types of weapons.

Some of them were farmers, some were hired farmers, some were merchants, some were pastors...... Among them, there were many disabled people with missing arms and legs, and only a small number were soldiers wearing armor.

The weapons they hold are also very messy, hoes, shovels, sickles, kitchen knives, and noodles...... Varied, strange. Skeletons and Abominations are much stronger than these walking corpses, at least most of them can wear armor and hold sharp weapons.

Sylvanas frowned, it seemed to her to be just a rabble, not even catching up with the fishmen and gnolls.

"Faraniel, this is our 'army of the dead'?" Sylvanas's voice was full of mockery and sarcasm.

"Lady Sylvanas, they are already all the undead we can find, since receiving the summons of the banshee Salindra, in just one day, more than 2,000 free undead have been gathered, which is already rare!" Faranier explained.

"Lady Sylvanas, please don't underestimate these undead, they just lack a fuse now, they always seem numb and unkind to be enslaved for too long, and now they are free, and perhaps they themselves don't know what freedom is. ”

"And you, with just one click, detonate them, and they can burst out with power you can't imagine."

This time, not only Sylvanas looked sideways, but even I was shocked by Putress words, this guy is a talent, and the angle of seeing the problem is quite tricky, whether it is the fish man and the jackal man before, or the walking corpse now, in his eyes, these "local chickens and dogs" can be reborn.

It's just, who the hell is this guy? Why is it so familiar, but there is no trace of him in "history"?

Sylvanas stepped over a walking corpse with a broken leg lying on the ground, and she said slowly, "Strength, I will give them enough strength." ”

……

Time flew by, and more than two hours passed after patrolling the camp of the dead, at which point Octavier led the fishmen and gnolls through Brill to the camp of the dead.

At the sight of so many undead, Octavier's party erupted into a few small riots, but they were extinguished by a joint crackdown by Toby and Augustine the Elder.

When they came to the high platform where Sylvanas stood, the army of the undead had already gathered, staring at the strong women on the high platform with empty eyes, as if they did not feel that there was another living force with no less strength than them around them.

The living and the dead stand in distinction, with Fishmen and Jackals on Sylvanas' left and walking corpses, skeletons, and abominations on his right......

She looked at the people under the high platform for a long time without speaking, and seemed to be still organizing words, how to call out the fighting will of this ragtag army.

"Lordaeron's rightful heirs!" Suddenly, Sylvanas lifted her Sunset Flame and raised her arms and shouted.

Now her forearms were still slender and strong, but her skin was dark and gray, and she was dead. In front of her was a large group of ugly, unsteady walking corpses, their armor tattered, their bodies mutilated and emitting an indescribable stench.

There's also a bunch of rotten-skinned, plague-infected gnolls and a bunch of fish-people who don't understand what she's talking about.

The mournful and desperate gazes of the undead reminded her of a child. They resented her, but their hope gave her strength.

"The Lich King's power has waned. Now your will is yourselves. Are you willing to be abandoned on your own land, or are you willing to accept a discarded hand of cards from fate and reclaim a place in this world? ”

Her question was met with a whisper, followed by a shrill cheer that bordered on despair.

The walking corpses stretched out their bone-turned fists into the sky.

Among the poor people were hired peasants, farmers, priests, warriors, lords, and nobles...... Some of them don't know what's going on with them.

But as long as there are certain people -- and indeed everyone like -- they feel a sense of belonging, it can invigorate them.

"We were abandoned. We are...... Forsaken. But when the sun rises tomorrow, the royal city of Lordaeron will be ours! She declared.

The crowd erupted in a roar.

Sylvanas glanced at the roaring crowd with satisfaction, and then, with a cold glint in her eyes, said.

"Old Toby, Augustine, I have appointed you to be the vanguard, leading all the fishmen and gnolls to lead the way."

Old Toby looked at Sylvanas with complicated eyes, and then at the skeleton warriors around him who were sharpening their knives, and he said helplessly, "Do your will, Lady Sylvanas. ”

Augustine didn't bend his bowels as much as old Toby, and after old Toby had finished speaking, he hastened to learn: "Do as you will, Lady Sylvanas. ”

Sylvanas continued, "Archibald, I have appointed you to be the commander of the Chinese army, two thousand three hundred walking corpses. ”

"Yes, Miss Sylvanas." The walking corpse named Archibald is commanded.

"Belduga, I have appointed you as the rear army and command all the remaining dead."

"Yes, Miss Sylvanas."

"Now, let's march on Lordaeron!"

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I didn't come to the site today.,Next week's recommendation is in the soup again.,It's very uncomfortable.,The number of new books has been more than 100,000.,Test the water and push hasn't come yet.,Wait until next week.,It's tens of thousands of words.,So count,My first recommendation is more than 100,000 words.。

In the afternoon, I also communicated with the editor, and Loach asked me to update it every day next week, saying that it would help the growth of the new book, but I didn't want to change it every day, and I felt sorry for the brothers who recommended it to me every day, so even if it slowed down, I decided to change it twice a day.

It's still 12 noon and 20 p.m. updates.,As for the plus change plan.,There's no more next week.,I'll save more drafts.,Wait for next week's recommendation and then break out.。

Please also ask all brothers and sisters to support you, and recommend the collection to don't stop.

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