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The purifying power of the Ember Bringer is fatal to the undead. The light rippled from the Ember Bringer and attached to the black skin of the undead soldier, and the golden light became a dazzling firelight, burning the undead soldier's body.

The undead soldier's hatred for the Light is the only echo from the depths of the undead's heart. These dozen or so undead had been roaming the outskirts of Lordaeron for some time, and they had never encountered any real threat, but today, they truly felt the purifying power of the Ember Bringer.

Even the lowest creatures of Azeroth know to take measures for their lives. Not to mention these undead.

In the undead squad, several ghouls were the first to rush towards Fuhang. The flames of the Holy Light Gas burned around the ghouls, and they dug into the ground with their powerful front claws with extreme speed. The black, glowing body left a long afterimage in the air, like a few extraterrestrial meteorites speeding close to the ground.

Fu Hang clung to the Ember Bringer, trying to suppress his breathing rate to calm his nervousness. This was the first time to fight, and with Sylvanas watching from behind, he couldn't make a fool of himself.

"The one at the front, I think you are the fiercest, accept the sanction of the Holy Light! Look at my flashlight, ah, no, it's the Divine Light. ”

A golden light flew from the body of the Ember Bringer's sword, and the golden light was like a ray with the texture of a laser, easily melting the ghoul who bore the brunt of the attack into powder.

After Fuhang used up the Divine Light, he found that the cooldown time was two minutes, and it was still the same as his initial skill (sharing the cooldown), Fuhang glanced at the undead in front of him, and there were eleven of them, large and small.

Fuhang gasped and turned to look at Sylvanas, where he found Sylvanas looking at him earnestly.

You can't drop the chain at the critical moment! Fuhang cheered himself up and said. What's more, the goddess is still here looking at herself,!

Without waiting for the ghoul to rush in front of Fuhang. Fu Hang said that the Ashbringer cut it down. It looks like an old bandit entrenched in the deep mountains and old forests. The Ember Bringer landed heavily on the ghoul's body, instantly cutting off the ghoul.

can help the voyage, but he can't be as chic as a hero, turn around and cut another one.

The paralysis of his arms took over all thoughts in Fuhang's mind, and he dropped the Ash Messenger and threw his shoulders desperately, trying to relieve the unbearable pain.

The other ghoul next to him didn't want to give him a brief buffer time, and its sharp claws swept in front of Fuhang's eyes. Fu Hang subconsciously grabbed the Ash Messenger and took a step back.

The ghoul missed a single blow, angrily bared its sharp fangs, and continued to pounce on Fuhang.

Fuhang didn't care about the feeling of his arm, and picked up his arm to hit him again. It happened to cut into the ghoul's stomach, and green-black blood sprayed Fuhang's body.

At this time, I don't care about any appearance. Fuhang carried the Ash Messenger and rushed towards the rest of the undead.

Maybe it was killing the three ghouls that brought confidence to Fu Hang, or maybe Sylvanas was watching him. Fu Hang completely forgot that he was only a first-level Holy Light Mage. Whirl. Chop. Pick again. Chop again. Fu Hang repeated his movements, selflessly fighting with this group of low-level undead.

The actual battle is indeed the best class, and Fu Hang has learned a lot after fighting these eleven undead for a while. The undead soldier moves fast, but the strength is small, so don't be afraid, just slash. Hates being big, Fuhang also gives full play to the flexibility of his body and fights in circles.

For Fuhang's previous life, he didn't have any characteristics that a genius had, and the only thing he might have was persistence.

This battle lasted for an hour. Fu Hang successfully used the Holy Light fifteen times to eliminate all the undead.

In addition, Fuhang also received loot, and the battle value increased from 0 to 10. It also means that the navigation has reached two levels.

Indeed, a golden light rippled out from under Fuhang's feet, and Fuhang was promoted to two levels. However, after all, this is the world of Azeroth, not a game, and this kind of thing can't be restored.

Fuhang lay on the ground exhausted, gasping for air.

Sylvanas got up from under the canopy, slowly moved to Fuhang's side, and squatted down, her black-gray hair falling onto Fuhang's face.

It was the first time that he had such close contact with the Queen, and Fuhang's heartbeat accelerated dramatically.

"I, I, I didn't disappoint you." Fu Hang showed a shyness like a boy next door.

Sylvanas waved her hand slightly, and a strong sense of sleepiness took over Fuhang's mind.

"There's a lot of nonsense, but I've never seen a human like you who doesn't want to die, with such a low strength, can defeat a dozen undead squads. Today, you have been requisitioned by me, so be my servant. ”

Fu Hang endured his sleepiness, and a few words popped out of the corners of his mouth with difficulty: "Noproblem, my Queen"

Sylvanas whistled clearly, and a huge horned eagle beast landed beside Sylvanas.

When the Hippogriff saw that its former ruler had become like this, tears welled up in the corners of its eyes and let out a low chirp. Sylvanas gently stroked the horned eagle's feathers, shook his head, and said, "It's going to be okay, now take us to Dalaran." ”

The Hippogriff tossed it on its back with its pointed beak and looked disgusted. Indeed, no horned eagle would want to fly with a human covered in the blood of the undead.

Sylvanas stroked the eagle's feathers and smiled knowingly, "Take him for a ride, okay?" ”

The horned eagle grunted a few times, and it was kind of complaining.

However, if Fuhang knows that his queen smiles at this big bird, then the fate of this big bird can only be on Fuhang's table.