At dawn, the three of Actos quietly left the camp, and after accidentally buying some spell casting materials such as light feathers from the adventurers of the night watch, they rode towards the Sardinia farm. There was still half a day's journey to Sardinia's farm, and the trio planned to search the neighborhood first when they arrived in the afternoon.

The closer we got to the Sardinia farm, the more desolate the surrounding scene became, with the grain being harvested indiscriminately, the messy utensils trampled on the ground, the wagons lying on the side of the road, and some scattered clothes already covered in mud and water.

These scenes led Aktos to suspect that the Sardinia farm had been completely abandoned by the refugees, and that the trio had not met a single refugee since leaving the camp, and they did not know what had happened.

"Wait, something is wrong ahead!" Martha suddenly stopped the two of them, then dismounted the horse, and a sneak disappeared into the air, only to hear Martha's voice in the air in front of her: "There is a smell of blood ahead, I'll take a look, you guys be careful." ”

After unleashing the mantra: Tena, Actos and Sorena took their horses back into their bags and hid in the bushes beside the road.

There were times when Actos genuinely felt that Azeroth's spatial magic had been studied like crazy, and that he would put his living mount in his fanny pack and run around, something that even many web novels hadn't written about.

However, it happened, and under the influence of some kind of arcane, the mount appeared in the package in the form of a badge, and when needed, it was only necessary to remove the emblem and squeeze it for 1.5 seconds......

It's all a pot of Titans.

The two men crouched in the grass and guarded their surroundings, and Arctos took the potions out of the package and tucked them into the cuffs of his underwear in order, where there was a row of potionary bags for easy access during the battle.

Although level 70 in the game can already walk sideways on most enemies in Azeroth, but in reality, professionals are more like heroes in Warcraft, level 70 is not invincible, and you have to kneel when surrounded by a large number of enemies, and the so-called level 70 is just Actos's own conjecture, in reality, his strength can be called a high-level elite, and if you improve it again, you will enter the hero level.

Don't look at it as just a step away, but the gap between heroes and elites is quite large, and the prerequisite for becoming a hero is to initially grasp the true meaning of a certain power, for example, a priest is to control the holy light, completely qualitatively transform his body, and even completely transform some organs.

For example, when entering the hero rank, Actos had to at least fill his blood with the power of the Holy Light, and even his blood would cause damage to the shadow creatures. The Holy Light will continue to erode his ** at this time until it is completely integrated into his body, laying the foundation for entering the higher levels.

It's not that he's completely a creature of light like Naru, but that every piece of flesh and blood contains light.

At that time, it was the epic and the legend, and at that time it was the soul that changed, although Actos didn't know much about it, but the legend said that Uther was a legend, and even if his fallen enemies were surrounded by the undead, they were still protected by the powerful Holy Light, and even the Lich King couldn't transform him into a Death Knight.

"It's really pitiful, people of the Western Plains, they finally returned to their hometowns, and they didn't live for a few years and had to flee." Sorena said suddenly.

Aktos shook his head: "They'll come back, I see." He pointed to his eyes: "Although those refugees are tired, sad, and painful, I don't need to see them have any intention of giving up, as long as they recapture their hometown, no matter how hard they are, they will come back." ”

"The most fearful thing a person is that there is no hope." Actos said.

Just as they were talking, there was a whistle of three long, three short and two long nearby, which was the code agreed by Martha, Sorena took out a copper whistle, blew it four times quickly, and then was quiet for two seconds, and then blew it slowly.

"Corpses, there's corpses all over there!" As soon as Martha appeared, she said nervously: "The Sardinia farm has become a dead place, there are no living people there, hundreds of corpses are piled up in the corpse pit, I have found some trace of evil spells!" ”

"Let's take a look!" Actos summoned his mount and ran towards Satinia Farm.

"Well, Actos, I think you need to be a little prepared for it, it's not a sight for you newcomers." Martha chased after her: "I've seen your resume, you're not from the battlefield like me, it's better to take it easy." ”

When he arrived at Satini's farm, the thick smell of blood and corpses in the air almost smoky Aktos, and he endured his discomfort as he walked to the pit next to the farm's warehouse.

After a glance at Actos, his mind exploded, and the twisted limbs and desperate faces before death formed a purgatory scene, maggots crawling back and forth on corpses, and scavenging birds screaming in the soup pots of hell. Actos clenched his teeth, trying not to spit it out, and the despair and pain seemed to enter his body directly, and cold fear rolled through his heart in the slightest.

He knelt beside the corpse, remorseful for his powerlessness.

At this moment, a piece of metal in his arm caught his eye.

Violent light erupted from Actos, and anger poured out along with the light: "I'm going to slaughter these bastards!" Twilight's hammer!!! ”

Actos held a badge of the Church of the Twilight's Hammer in his hand, and the militiaman held the badge in his hand, presumably torn from the battle.

"Arctos ......" Sorena stood quietly behind him, and Martha searched around carefully for some oil.

Pouring the oil into the pit of corpses, Actos knelt beside him without showing any goodness, and the torch in his hand was thrown into the pit full of the oil.

The burning flames sent the wailing soul into reincarnation, and the fire burned all night.

When Sorena came out of the tent the next morning, she saw that the Night Elf was still kneeling there, gray ash covering his body.

"Actos, look away, don't let these things overshadow your heart." Martha, who still looked like Lori, came over, helped the boy clean up the ashes on his body, and then sat down beside the boy: "Maybe it's a little too cruel for you to face death for the first time, but in this war-torn world, it's not that you don't want to be merciful or merciful, but it's more about being strong." ”

Martha pulled out the dagger at her waist and quenched the blade: "You know? I was drafted into the army as soon as I was an adult, and I was brought into battle at the height of the Second Orc War. She talked about her past experiences with a flat expression.

"I was stuffed with a set of torn leather armor and two shoddy daggers and a small packet of poison, and then followed the large army to the front line, and before I could report for duty, I faced the orcs with the militia.

For a whole month, we spent time between killing and being killed, and on the first day we went to war, one in five we died, the second half died, the third day we were mostly dead, and on the fourth day we were all crazy. ”

She stuffed the poisonous dagger into the scabbard, supported her chin with both hands, looked at the ashes in a pit and said: "The first thing I do when I wake up every day is to draw a knife and slash, and then sleep with the corpse on my pillow, the living and the corpse are crowded together, there is no extra energy to clean up the battlefield, and some wounded soldiers die in their dreams." The priests and doctors squeezed the last of their strength to try to keep the wounded alive, and the seriously wounded warriors refused to be treated, and then ran out of the camp and rushed towards the orcs with their weapons in their arms, in order to save hope for us who were less wounded, and for the lighter wounded to be seriously wounded. Not a single one was crippled in the whole battle, because they sent their bodies to the weapons of the orcs when they were crippled, creating opportunities for their comrades. ”

"For a whole month, we went from 50,000 to 40,000, then 30,000, 20,000, 10,000, and we were surrounded on the third day, and our supplies were destroyed by the orcs. There were no supplies, no backups, and then we went hungry and continued to fight, and we were besieged for a whole month, until Lord Lothar led the troops to the rescue, and then we were left with more than a thousand men on a cliff waiting to die. Martha looked into the distance in distraction: "When I joined the army, I thought that the battlefield was a place of glory, and we would easily win and return with honor, and then we a bunch of idiots voluntarily went to hell, and when we were rescued, the priests who accompanied the army committed suicide, and they had long lost the favor of the Holy Light, because they made human flesh into food for us to eat, destroyed their faith, and kept their comrades alive." The comrades were not sent to death if they were seriously wounded, and they begged the priests and doctors to dismember themselves and let the rest live.

More than a thousand ghouls have returned from the battlefield without any honor or flowers, and in less than two months we are left with more than two hundred, and the dead are those who can't stand the inner torment and commit suicide, and the rest of us have fallen into darkness for the rest of our lives, and we have joined the army of Lothar and fought to be the vanguard until the orcs who defended us were completely killed, even if they died. Martha patted the boy on the shoulder: "You are very unlucky, the first time you encountered such a cruel situation, but you are also lucky, the first time is not in the middle of the battlefield." Those who are dead have already died, and those of us who are alive must avenge them, and justice is never too late. ”

Coming back to his senses, Aktos nodded vigorously, got up and bowed to Martha: "Thank you, you helped me get out of the confusion and pain. You're right, justice doesn't come without coming, it's just a little late. ”

"It was probably two warlocks and a mage who caused this tragedy, as well as an ogre and a few demons, who were heading in the very camp of the gnolls, and I suspect they may have something to do with it. PS: I'm in a bad state today, and I'm quite dizzy to write...... Try to have two chapters a day, but because you have to work too, please bear with me if you have one chapter...... Because it's a newcomer, the writing is not very particular, so everyone just has a good time...... Speaking of the timeline of World of Warcraft, because I can't arrange it according to the original timeline, it may be a little different, but it should be some changes that occurred when the world of Azeroth mapped the real world...... One last minute! It is said that the 7.0 tile king is dead! King Wa is dead! King Wa is dead!!! Damn, Blizzard, if you have the ability, kill Sal! Regarding the rumored question of the death of King Wa, I only think of one sentence: there are always sluts who want to harm me!

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