About twenty miles north of Taquilin, Xie Feng stood in the middle of the road in full armor and riding a military horse from Quel'Salas. On either side were the other fourteen people of the Maple Red Country, each riding a mount in a line.

Behind them, two thousand blood knights lined up in a neat formation and ready to go.

After last night's showdown, Xie Feng, who received everyone's full support, stood at the forefront of the team with a radiant face. There is no longer the kind of depression and hesitation that has been shown since entering the ghost land, and the whole person looks extremely confident! It was in stark contrast to the sad expression on the face of the little gun that was pulled by the strong man beside him.

Yesterday, he understood the gap between professional and amateur, how could he let this animal continue to paddle? directly pulled him over and became the team's chief thinker. When encountering something, you must first listen to his analysis.

Xiao Gun also lives up to his demonic IQ, and he is only responsible for analyzing and reasoning when reviewing things, and will never give any opinions. According to his words, he should not let his subjective emotions affect decision-making.

But this guy has one of the biggest drawbacks, that is, he is afraid of trouble, or lazy!! It's not about the end of the day or someone else asks, and you should never expect him to take the initiative to speak or use his brain. Sometimes Xie Feng wondered if he was possessed by Shikamaru, and that thing was simply a virtue!!

At this time, Xie Feng pulled the small gun next to him, teased him with a match, asked some trivial things, and vented his grievances:

'If you had reminded me, would I have gotten this far?' ‘

He didn't want to think about whether he had spoken his mind to anyone else. Now it's time to shirk the responsibility~~

At this moment, the scouts who had been sent to the front to inquire about the news came back, and a few dodges came to Xie Feng in front of the horse and saluted and reported:

'Your Excellency! The Scourge has launched an attack on Dysom. ‘

Xie Feng: 'Who was in command of the attack at the northwest entrance?' ‘

Scout: 'The Scourge Commander is an abomination!' According to Captain Kevin, it was Luzlan. ‘

Xie Feng: 'So which army is defending?' Make our troops or the forsaken? ‘

Scout: 'It's our troops!' ‘

Xie Feng waved his hand to step back after asking.

Then he turned to the army behind him and shouted, 'Go!' ‘

Fifteen people from the Maple Red Country took the lead, and two thousand Chenfeng soldiers lined up in a neat formation, slowly marching towards Taquilin~~~

Along the way, from time to time, stalker scouts came back to report the situation to Xie Feng, and then instead of going out to investigate, they joined the advancing team, surrounding Xie Feng and hiding in the shadows.

The army slowly approached Taquelin along the path at the foot of the Ridge Peak. The air began to fill the air with the characteristic smell of decay from the undead. In my ears, the hoarse, shrill howls of the undead, the arrows of archers bursting through the air, the explosion of magic and the slogans of the Blood Elves in battle became clear.

About five miles away from Taquilin, Kevin, the last stalker sent out, also returned to the team, escorted by Xie Feng.

Turning the corner of the mountain, the fierce battle at the north gate of Taquilin clearly attracted everyone's attention~~~

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Valvin struggled to support his tired body, and concentrated on throwing out the fireball that had gathered in his hand. Fireballs streaked through the air, smashing into the Scourge with a scorching breath, causing a powerful explosion. In the midst of the flying flesh and bones, the dense Scourge Legion fell in a circle.

Seeing his results, a smile crossed the corner of Walvin's mouth, closed his eyes slightly, and once again squeezed the almost exhausted spiritual power in his mind to lock and cast spells here~~

She hadn't closed her eyes for days.

Ever since the Scourge came out of the Scourge three days ago and besieged Taquelin, all the Blood Elves have not rested. The seemingly never-ending attacks of the Scourge crushed the blood elves. The classic Skull Sea tactics are consuming their physical strength little by little~~

Ten breaths, Valvin raised his heavy eyelids with difficulty, raised his hands mechanically, and condensed magic~

The corner of his eye slid forward, and the gap that had been blasted up with magic had already been filled.

Boundless skeletons, zombies, and ghouls huddled together all over the hills, making all sorts of strange tones, and pounced on them with their hands and feet, fighting with the warriors in front of them.

The warriors were sluggish in their ability to move their weapons, just as fast as skeletons. Days of endless fighting had already drained the last drop of their energy. Now he can still pick up arms and stand in front of him, relying on the incomparably tenacious will of the warriors and the hatred of natural disasters.

A scarred Blood Elf warrior swept out with a two-handed giant sword, cutting the four scourge skeletons in front of him in half, and his body almost fell to the ground due to the force. Stabilized his body with his sword, shook his head, and stabbed his thigh with the spike at the end of the hilt with an expressionless face, and the hot blood spurted out, instantly dyeing his battle skirt red. And his misty eyes once again radiated essence. The severe pain made his great strength and fighting spirit return for a short time, and with a big howl, he lifted his giant sword and rushed into the scourge army, causing a wave in the boundless sea of undead, and was mercilessly drowned~~

Seeing this scene, Valren gritted his teeth, accelerated the speed of casting, quickly condensed a large fireball in his hand, and threw it towards the place where the warrior fell with all his strength~~

'Flame Blast!!' ‘

The scorching magic flames were accompanied by a loud sound that shook the sky, engulfing everything within twenty yards of the surrounding area in an instant~~

After the smoke passed, the blood elf warrior and the surrounding army of undead all turned into dust, leaving only the giant sword that emitted red magical light stuck diagonally on the ground, as if telling the deeds of his master's life~~

After using the last of his magic and mental power to send out a flame explosion, the exhausted Valvin finally couldn't support it anymore and slowly collapsed~

'The remains of heroes cannot be defiled by you lowly undead~~'

muttered in a low voice, crystal tears slipped from the corners of his eyes, melted into the damp soil beneath him and disappeared~~

As the tears fell, the will also collapsed~ The fatigue that had been forcibly suppressed for several days hit like a tide, and I didn't open my eyes after trying several times~~ In a trance, a shout seemed to sound in my ears~~

'For the glory of Sindore!' Charge!! ‘

Valvin smiled weakly and laughed at himself, 'Are you hallucinating?' Hehe~ No one should be able to shout such a loud slogan now~~'

'For the glory of Sindore~~ Kill!! This time, it was thousands of people shouting in unison, and it was imprinted into her mind very clearly.

'Reinforcements! After spitting out these words with difficulty, the intense exhaustion dispersed her last consciousness~ With a smile on her face, she slowly fell into a deep sleep~~~

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There is still a chapter in the evening~It may be late~~If you can wait~~