Bang bang.

The sentry's knife landed on the ground and fell into a petrified state, and just as his knife hit the ground, Grey Shadow rushed to the third ambush.

It was also full of syndicate bandits, with wooden sticks in their hands, and they just watched in a daze as the gray shadow swept through the wind. Immediately after, countless sharp wooden sticks flew in spirals, piercing them all over their heads.

"Ahh One of the syndicates stood up screaming and roared, "Captain!"

Only then did the captain make sure that the sentry was not joking, and he quickly flew over the soup basin and turned around, grabbing the sword and shield in his hand.

In the most absurd nightmare, there has never been such a picture, as soon as the team leader turned around, he saw a "farmer" holding a hoe with both hands and smashing it on his head! It's hard to describe how fast this attack is, the team leader has seen the third-order warrior shoot, but compared to this farmer, I'm afraid it will be a few beats slower, such a fast attack, how can he resist it?

"Don't!" The squad leader screamed like a woman, and as soon as the shield was halfway raised, there was a "boom" on the door of his head, and his eyes went black, and he fell into eternal darkness.

"Who else?"! The gray shadow killed the captain with a single blow, and slammed the bloody hoe to the ground, and shouted loudly. A gust of wind blew and lifted his long black hair, like a demon god of hell, silly!

The person who came was Cheng Xiaotian!

This loud shout blew up the eardrums of the bandit army, and there was silence on the top of the mountain for a second, and then the bandit soldiers ran away, and all of them fled into the mountains and forests in a blink of an eye. Just kidding, from beginning to end, they didn't see how Cheng Xiaotian made a move, how can they fight?!

They did not flee in groups, but chose to disperse and break through, and acted without hesitation, fully demonstrating their excellent military qualities.

Cheng Xiaotian had to let out a long sigh.

After about 20 minutes, the panting villagers caught up, climbed over crooked wooden stakes, around the pits, and on sharp wooden sticks, until they finally climbed to the top of the mountain.

There was a bonfire on the top of the mountain, and a circle of marching tents was set up around the bonfire, but there was not a single ghost, and there was a dead body, which was thrown by the campfire.

"What about people?" The villagers looked at each other, why were the bandits and the warrior gone?

Gerda frowned, thought for a long time, walked up to Rosen and asked, "Who is that person?"

Rosen thought for a while, and said with a serious face: "That person's name is Cheng Xiaotian, he is his friend, and he came to visit relatives and friends."

After that, Rosen stretched out his hand and grabbed the crowd, enclosing everyone, as for whose friend it is, you can find out for yourself......

"Cheng Xiaotian?" Gerda felt as if he had heard the name somewhere, and began to think about it.

At this time, someone in the crowd let out a scream: "It's Lord of the Arathi Basin!"

Hearing this, Gerda woke up in shock, with black hair and black eyes, such a big skill, who else could there be if it wasn't the big lord?! The people were making a loud noise, and they never imagined that this great man would come here alone and help them slay the enemy with the bitter peasants.

"Your Lord! Where are you? I don't know who started it, but everyone clasped their hands and shouted at the top of the mountain, and the voices gathered together like a wolf's howl, echoing on the top of the mountain, until it reached the opposite mountain.

Cheng Xiaotian sat on a big tree on the top of the mountain, and after observing and seeing that the syndicate bandits had completely dispersed and could no longer gather, he breathed a sigh of relief, turned around and flew north.

But as he flew, he stopped again and landed on a mountain. It's still late at night, just breaking into Dalaran like this? The magicians there don't have a good temper, so don't get misunderstood.

So he found a stone platform on the top of this mountain, sat down facing the cliff, and breathed against the wind. The war is approaching, and improving one's own strength is the most important thing, and now not only him, but all the soldiers in the basin have begun to cultivate the "Condensing Qi Decision" adapted from the shadowy one, and everyone is racing against time and cultivating diligently.

The breeze here comes slowly from the west, bringing bursts of rich aura and ......

Cheng Xiaotian sat cross-legged, his brows suddenly wrinkled slightly, riding the wind, there seemed to be a wolf howl coming from far away, listening carefully and disappearing without a trace.

At the same time, a hundred kilometers west of the Alterac Mountains, in a misty pine forest, a war horse with pure black fur was galloping under the moonlit night. Immediately sat a young girl, bowing down# son, skillfully controlling the war horse, through the dense forest.

The fog here is strange, as thick as lead, but it only covers a few meters above the surface, and no matter where you look up, the blue moon overhead is clearly visible, casting a faint blue moonlight.

The two moons in the sky are not synchronized, and in autumn and winter, the white moon will run to the southern end of the sky, and only come out for three or four hours a night, while the smaller blue moon "Blue Child" will dominate the sky and illuminate the earth for the whole night.

In Azeroth's lore, the "White Lady" is considered the embodiment of goodness, while the "Blue Child" symbolizes evil, on the grounds that when the Blue Moon is in the center, humans and animals become irritable and irritable. Of course, legends are just legends, and there is no real proof unless someone can fly to these two moons, but it seems that even demigods can't do that.

In the mist, the girl was very cautious, she held the reins in her left hand, and her right hand was always on the hilt of the knife at her waist, and she listened attentively. I can't say why, she always felt that something was wrong tonight, and the usual familiar environment seemed to have become a little strange under the blue moonlight.

She was the old chief's granddaughter, Zoka, and she was ordered to rush to Gilneth to ask for reinforcements, and such a night was not suitable for riding a horse, but the matter was urgent, and she couldn't take care of it. Zoka is the best hunter in the village, proficient in riding and archery fighting, agile and not losing to the Night Elves, reaching the first rank at a young age, becoming a true samurai, such a task is only capable of her in the village.

After another gallop forward, not far from the familiar outpost, Zoka's heart relaxed a little. At this moment, a desolate wolf howl suddenly came from ahead, and it was close at hand.

"Black clouds!" Zoka reacted quickly, with a coquettish sound, with the reins in his left hand, and the horned bow had been removed from his right hand.

The Black Cloud Man hissed and circled to a halt, looking around like Zoka.

There was a fog all around, and as far as the eye could see, he couldn't see anything, so Zhuo Ka simply closed his eyes and listened.

Wolves are not uncommon in the pine forest, and for a first-order hunter, a wolf is not difficult to deal with, but these moonlit ghosts act in groups, which is especially dangerous in this thick fog. Fortunately, Black Cloud is the war horse of the Arashi Basin, not only fast, but also extremely hot, fierce and not lost to wild beasts, these wolves can't control it at all.

After standing still for a while, a dense "rustle" sound sounded all around, and Zhuoka opened his eyes with a solemn face.

"Black Cloud, be smart later." Zoka patted the black cloud on the neck, spoke into its ear, and after speaking, he stood silently on the horse's back, and at some point his left hand had caught three arrows and buckled them to the bowstring.

The rustling sound got closer and slower, and finally stopped, and the dead silence returned to the surroundings, and even the chirping of autumn insects could not be heard. The wolves seemed to have approached and were lurking for their moment, while Black Cloud and Zoka remained statues, waiting for the beasts to play their cards first.

ps: I always feel that I am not satisfied with the writing, but I don't know how to change it, which is a little depressing. (To be continued.) )