Unexpectedly, the enemy actually played us a trick of praying mantis to catch cicadas and yellow finches, and we are still the praying mantis who thinks they control everything, and what is even more hateful is that the yellow finch is still suspected of being forgotten, which is undoubtedly a heavy blow to all of us.

In fact, I still haven't remembered why Winster asked the other party if he was a forsaken or a scourge of the dead, and after listening to the other party's answer, my doubts were not only not solved, but also better than before.

How can the Forsaken, whose bodies are rotting, whose souls have fallen, and whose entire body and mind have been severely damaged, return to the Lich King's arms? It's incredible.

If the undead who have never broken free from the Lich King's control will always be obedient to the control of others and become the minions of demons, this is understandable, after all, they have never enjoyed freedom, they have never been free, they are just a bunch of poor people who accept the control of others.

But why could this obviously sane walking corpse in front of him turn against him again and point the finger at the forsaken like him?

"Phew! Damn traitor, Queen Sylvanas will not forgive you. "Winster's eyes are about to burst into flames, and it is really unbearable that he has finally escaped from the control of the Lich King, and that there are still people who have returned to the enemy.

"Sylvanas won't forgive me? Haha, do I need my her forgiveness? Was that the **** who was, and will be, a slave of His Majesty Arthas? It's ridiculous. The mutineer said arrogantly.

I actually dared to say that Her Majesty the dead and alive that Lao Tzu loved was ****, and I was immediately angry, and my eyes were red and I was ready to rush towards this arrogant mutineer.

"Oooh! Don't get excited, you see, this little girl's brains are about to flow out. The mutineer grabbed Carol's neck with one hand, and slowly pierced the short sword into Carol's temple with the other, leaving black blood along the rough black and gray sideburns, if the broken sword was sent even half a centimeter inside, it would have to pierce Carol's brain.

"You...... Stop it! I stopped and shouted in frustration.

The mutineer smiled, put the dagger away, and said, "Yes, the mind is quite clear. ”

"Rifeng, leave me alone, hurry up and kill this mutineer." Carol shouted loudly, her head sticking to the tip of her dagger as she shouted, looking like she was dead, and she wouldn't let the mutineers threaten us.

But Carol was only a mage after all, and no amount of strength in her body could withstand the mutineer's hand, and the arm around her neck locked her deadly.

Carol's attempt to sacrifice her life for justice moved me for a while, and I was angry at the rebel and determined to protect Carol's safety.

"What do you want to do, we can give you money, equipment, as long as you release Carol, everything can be discussed!" My words are not nutritious, no one knows that things have developed to this point, money and equipment can't solve the problem at all, not to mention that the other party has already identified himself, and there is absolutely no reason to back down if he doesn't kill us.

But what can I say, what can I do without delaying the army?

Sure enough, as soon as my words fell, the mutineer said, "Do you think I'm a man who lacks money and equipment?" Look at it, this magical equipment of mine was given to me by His Majesty Arthas, what a powerful and gorgeous equipment, can you poor ghosts give me this? ”

Damn, he was actually despised, but he was right, except for Goddor's three broadswords, the rest of us were really not worth mentioning.

"But what?" The mutineer continued: "If you unload your weapons, maybe I'll consider giving you a chance at a fair duel. As he spoke, he loosened his broken sword into Carol's temple, and we watched as we watched with eyebrows jumping.

"You...... Vile! I yelled, lay down your arms and fight a fair duel, can this still be called fair?

Winster took a step forward and said calmly: "You should understand that it is absolutely impossible for us to lay down our weapons, and it is also impossible for you to kill us, not counting the hostages in your hands, a fourth-order abomination, a fourth-order thief, plus a third-order warrior whose combat power is not inferior to the fourth-order, even if you are a sixth-order powerhouse, I don't think you have the slightest chance of winning." ”

"Then, you are so reckless to challenge a team like ours alone, I don't think you should be so simple as a 'fair duel' with us!"

"So, your purpose is simple, it's to stall for time."

As soon as Winster finished speaking, I could clearly see the mutineer's wrist shake, and I guess he never expected Winster to reveal his ultimate purpose in such a short period of time.

It's just that the little Jiujiu in his heart is really as secret as he thinks?

Actually, I understood his true intentions as early as when he revealed his true identity, and although I didn't understand why he had taken refuge in the arms of Arthas, I just knew what he wanted to do.

"Goddor, do it!" At the moment when the mutineer's hands trembled, I shouted.

At the same time, Winster also shouted, "Carol, squat!" ”

Sou!

With a flick of his arm behind Goddor's back, a large kitchen knife spun in circles and flew towards the mutineer.

By this time, Carol had broken free from the shackles of the mutineer, and the mutineer had just reacted.

However, it was too late, and just as the mutineer was about to capture Carol again, the sharp blade was already within reach, forcing him to leap to the side, or he would be stabbed in the head by the blade when he caught her.

Carol ran at us as fast as she could get out of the enemy's grasp, and we ran towards her as Godor drew his sword.

This is an emergency plan that we have rehearsed thousands of times long before we entered the plague land.

Originally, it should not have happened to leave the powerful and fragile Carol outside the battlefield, but when we saw Goddor's beautiful throwing knife, we had a combat plan for all three melee combat, leaving Carol alone as a long-range firepower.

If an enemy dares to approach Carol, Godor will give them a taste of the power of the deadly sword.

You must know that the planned fatal flying knife is not the big kitchen knife behind Goddor, but the two chain knives on his arms that are ten meters long alone.

The mutineer managed to dodge, the blade only cutting a crack in his armor, and he himself was unharmed.

I sighed in my heart and said, "Without further ado, let's get out of here." ”

"Want to go? Hehe, none of you can run. ”