Daileen Prodmoore.

Another person whose fate was changed by the wings of a butterfly.

If it weren't for Don's active role in the Durothar Incident, according to the original history, the greatest king in the history of the Kingdom of Kurtiras would have died on the shores of Durotar, on his ships across the endless sea, and would eventually go down in history as an uncompromising kingdom leader and a human hero against foreign races. Instead of being like this, he was 'reborn' in the wild land of Northrend as a Catastrophe Lord above ten thousand people under one man, and served as the number one blade and eagle dog in the hands of the Lich King.

In this regard, Old Tang's mentality is a little complicated.

It can be said that Dai Lin Prodmoor has changed from a king of a country admired by thousands of people, a naval Shanghai whose prestige on the endless sea can stand shoulder to shoulder with tide hunters, to the appearance of today's person who is neither human nor ghostly, which is inseparable from the old Tang's past behavior.

Although it is a disguised escape from death, this proud king of the sea should be more willing to accept the glorious death as a human hero than to be "reborn" as a filthy undead, right?

In the case of the Horde's expulsion of the Kurtilas navy, it was out of self-preservation, but they instigated a daughter to betray her father...... No matter how Old Tang's heart justifies his actions or finds a thousand reasons to support his decision, there is no doubt that Old Tang will end up that time! After all, he still played a role that was not very glamorous or even very dirty.

What's more, if there was no threat and persecution from Old Tang, the defeated Daileen Proudmore would not have led his soldiers to Northrend at all, and would not have duel with the bottomless Lich King in a lonely situation. It will not be desolate to die under the sword of frost sorrow, resurrection, and transcend the transformation from life to death......

Arguably. Don Sr. is not even the culprit responsible for the tragic fate of Daileen Prodmoore. And definitely an undisputed accomplice.

"Long time no see."

Putting away the complexity in his eyes and the faint guilt in his heart, Old Tang's face turned to his former calmness, and he said in a frivolous mocking tone.

"Looks like you're doing well with the Scourge Legion."

Anyway, under the current situation of being "caught in the urn", Lao Tang had to put down the disturbances in his heart and try his best to restrain his mind. Today's Daileen Prodmore is blessed and favored by the power of death, and as the Lord of the Scourge, his strength is no longer comparable to that of the former admiral. The battle-hardened old Tang can easily get from the opponent's fierce momentum. and the indisputable power of this death knight in the coercion of the power of death!

This is an opponent that should not be underestimated. Even though Old Tang has absolute confidence in his close-quarters combat effectiveness, he doesn't dare to say victory or defeat in the face of the murderous Dai Lin Prodmore in front of him...... Because perhaps an oversight, what awaits Lao Tang is the dividing line between victory and defeat and life and death.

"Of course," the corners of Proudmoore's stiff mouth curled slightly, but the hatred in his eyes could not be hidden: "Thanks to you, I have been reborn under the favor of the power of death to embrace death!" ”

"Do you mean this tattered zombie face when you say reborn?"

The old Tang, who dudely gouged his nostrils and put on a contemptuous expression, gave full play to his talent for mockery:

"To be honest, I still think you used to be a little more pleasing to the eye. After all, although you were a little older at that time, you were still quite old, at least you had a personal appearance. But now...... Maybe you should find a better plastic surgeon? In that case, this 'rotten vegetable field' may be able to be salvaged. Although I think it's quite difficult. But maybe you're out of luck all of a sudden? ”

Flipping the bone spear in his hand, a series of babbling and annoying words continued to erupt from Old Tang's mouth one after another.

"That's right. What do you think I'll do the surgery? We don't give ugly monsters such as demons and undead plastic surgery, and some time ago we just gave a pair of black dragon brothers and sisters free skin removal. Believe me, as long as I smash a hammer~~~ This world will be beautiful~~~! ”

It's a pity that Don's taunt doesn't seem to have worked.

"Heh, are you still taking advantage of these tongues?" In the face of Old Tang's provocations that tried to provoke him, the Great Lord of the Natural Disaster still ignored it indifferently as if it had not been affected in the slightest: "Are you so arrogant that you have no sense of crisis, or are you trying to make yourself look more likely to win?" ”

"Alright, that's the end of the chat." Waving his hand to stop Old Don's blurted out rebuttal, Dai Lin Prodmore finally showed a trace of impatience, "After today, we will have endless time to exchange feelings until you get bored!" ”

"Now, come, join me in the welcome ceremony I have prepared for you, and let me do my best as a landlord!"

A look of cruelty, pleasure, anticipation, and hatred appeared on the stiff face of Daileen Prodmoore, and with a gentle wave of his hand, several figures of different shapes appeared in front of the battle in various ways from the sky, from the woods, from under the ice fields, and from the army.

Rannather, the Bloody Queen, who had dealt with her previous escapes, and Sindalgossa after Frost Breeding; a Cryptlord with a blue chitin carapace; There's also a giant undead construct armed with a giant axe, a pair of giant bony wings on its back, and a pile of strange bones pieced together......

Needless to say, in the previous battle, these two abused Lao Tang like a dead dog with the help of air supremacy; And although the Crypt Lord couldn't recognize the identity of the Crypt Lord because of the appearance of the Crypt Demon, the Crypt Lord's difficult fighting style made it difficult for each of them to deal with; As for the recognizable giant undead construct Lord of Malogal, the gatekeeper of the Icecrown Fortress, he was already the least threatening opponent compared to the rest......

Counting Daileen Prodmoore, the Great Lord of the Scourge, a full five heroes, this lineup can be formed to brush up on the Elder Gods!

"Has the Scourge been demonstrating lately? Why did all the cows, ghosts, snakes, and gods slip out? Despite the sharp increase in the pressure in his heart, on the surface, Lao Tang still tried to maintain a nonchalant appearance, and said cheaply: "There is no need to engage in such a big battle, right?" Isn't this duì too grand? ”

"Grandeur? No, no, no~ This is just a necessary guarantee to keep the guests entertained. "Maybe I'm very happy with my setup. Dai Lin Prodmoore squeezed a rare smile on his face. "Lannathel reminded me that your escape skills are top-notch, and I don't want the long-prepared welcome to fail because the guests are leaving, that would be rude!"

Looking at the Great Lord of Natural Disasters who looked like he was determined, and then carefully looked at the impermeable natural disaster encirclement network around him, Old Tang finally stopped smiling and asked in a consultative tone:

"Hey, how can you say that it's an old acquaintance, sell me face?"

"I can stay, but as a deal...... How about letting these lads live? ”

Old Don's words. made the remaining nearly 100 yak warriors commotion, but then they were suppressed by Old Tang. On the other side, Daileen Prodmore briefly groaned, as if thinking about the price of the negotiation.

"Hmm, maybe that's a good idea? Maybe when you and I become colleagues, it's more interesting for you to send them death and new life with your own hands, isn't it? ”

"But ......"

A but, let the atmosphere suddenly turn. At this moment, Admiral Dai Lin's tone was full of cruel resentment and vengeful malice:

"Why should I give you face?"

"Look around you! How do you think I managed to build such an army of the undead? The roar of the Great Lord of the Natural Calamity burst into the ears of Old Tang: "Aren't you familiar with those tattered battle robes? Or do you think it's my nostalgic bad taste to have these guys wear the navy robes of Kul Tiras? ”

"Each of them was a loyal follower of my soldiers, and they were all part of the Kul Tiras Navy! But they all died in the land where they weren't supposed to come, in front of the foul-smelling fangs and claws. Daileen Prodmore's roar paused and became hateful: "Die in...... Beneath your machinations! ”

"You have not taken pity on their fate. Now you want me to be merciful? ”

Dai Lin Prodmore slowly pulled out the sword of the sea tide, and the blade that shimmered with magic light pointed at the head of Good* Terror Totem, and gritted her teeth and snorted:

"Shameless!"

"Now, the feast begins!"

"Good's Terror Totem!"

"Please ......"

"Die!

With a roar of rage, Daileen Prodmo's hand clenching his sword swung downward, and in the next moment, a rain of arrows from both wings rained down like the sun!

"Defense!"

The urgent command roared deafeningly, and at the same time, a golden light erupted from the center of the circle with Old Tang as the center, turning into an inverted semicircular shield, barely protecting everyone in a moment before the rain of arrows fell.

However, the power of thousands of arrows was not something that Old Tang's imperfect Yang Yan power could resist, and almost in an instant, the shield of the Holy Shield Technique shattered into a spot of light in the sky. In an instant, dozens of yak warriors who were a little slower to react were shot into hedgehogs by a rain of arrows, and then fell to the ground with a bang.

Just a rain of arrows, the last bit of fire of the fugitives killed and wounded, and the casualties were heavy!

"Daileen Prodmoore !!"

The old Tang who was about to crack his eyes almost went crazy, and in the crazy and unwilling roar, the old Tang stared at the figure sitting on the skeleton war horse opposite.

The undead plague that swarmed around him was ignored by Old Tang, and a death knight who rushed to the front was kicked out by Old Tang who didn't even look at him, and even the people and horses went castratedly and knocked down several ghouls on the other side. Striding forward a few steps, Old Tang squatted slightly with his legs, and suddenly jumped into the air in the next second-twisted his body, and the bone spear that was originally held in his hand with force and swing arm suddenly flew away like a white lightning at a speed that was difficult to distinguish with the naked eye.

Take the head of Daileen Prodmoore! (To be continued......)

ps: It's been a long time, and the state is not too good, so I'll adjust my thinking in the past two days, and push it to the main line as much as possible!

ps: Those who can still see this chapter after half a year are true love!

There was no retribution, and the 360-degree front flip in the ice and snow fell on his limbs and vomited blood and knelt down to thank him!! I1292